"James's expedition to Scotland is wholly imaginary, though there appears to have been space for it during Henry's progress to the North to pay his devotions at Beverley Minster"
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Yonge slips a historian's scalpel under the skin of a story and lets the air out with Victorian calm. "Wholly imaginary" is blunt, almost impatient, the kind of phrase that pretends to be neutral while quietly disciplining the reader: enjoy your romance, but do not mistake it for record. The line reads like a footnote that grew teeth, policing a popular appetite for invented excursions and convenient adventures in medieval lives.
The craft is in the pivot after the condemnation. Yonge concedes "there appears to have been space for it" - not endorsing the tale, but acknowledging why it keeps getting told. By pointing to Henry's northward progress and his "devotions at Beverley Minster", she supplies the plausible gap where fiction likes to nest: an itinerary with blank hours, a royal journey with enough logistical fog to smuggle in a side quest. It's a neat demonstration of how historical fiction often works, and how it can mislead: narrative doesn't need evidence so much as breathing room.
The religious detail matters. Beverley Minster anchors the sentence in the unglamorous realities of pilgrimage, politics, and performance. "Devotions" signals a king curating legitimacy as much as piety, and it reminds us that the documented acts of power are already theatrical. Yonge's subtext: if you want drama, you don't need to invent Scotland; the real record is crowded with calculated gestures. Her intent is corrective, but also competitive - asserting that disciplined attention can beat fantasy at its own game.
The craft is in the pivot after the condemnation. Yonge concedes "there appears to have been space for it" - not endorsing the tale, but acknowledging why it keeps getting told. By pointing to Henry's northward progress and his "devotions at Beverley Minster", she supplies the plausible gap where fiction likes to nest: an itinerary with blank hours, a royal journey with enough logistical fog to smuggle in a side quest. It's a neat demonstration of how historical fiction often works, and how it can mislead: narrative doesn't need evidence so much as breathing room.
The religious detail matters. Beverley Minster anchors the sentence in the unglamorous realities of pilgrimage, politics, and performance. "Devotions" signals a king curating legitimacy as much as piety, and it reminds us that the documented acts of power are already theatrical. Yonge's subtext: if you want drama, you don't need to invent Scotland; the real record is crowded with calculated gestures. Her intent is corrective, but also competitive - asserting that disciplined attention can beat fantasy at its own game.
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