Lore - Lore 228: Safe House
Episode Date: May 22, 2023Some corners of folklore offer us a place to hide. But when those traditions become a pawn in political and religious games, the stories they breed often leave us with chills. Written and produced by ...Aaron Mahnke, with research by Cassandra de Alba and music by Chad Lawson. ———————— Lore Resources: Episode Music: lorepodcast.com/music Episode Sources: lorepodcast.com/sources All the shows from Grim & Mild: www.grimandmild.com ———————— This episode of Lore was sponsored by: Wondrium: Hundreds of topics taught by professors and experts, all in one enormous video library. Get a FREE MONTH OF UNLIMITED ACCESS by going to Wondrium.com/LORE—and don't miss my newest recommendation: The Real History of Dracula. KiwiCo: Redefine learning with play—explore hands-on projects that build creative confidence and problem-solving skills with KiwiCo! Get 50% off your first month, plus FREE shipping on ANY crate line at kiwico.com/LORE. Squarespace: Build your own powerful, professional website, with free hosting and 24/7 award-winning customer support. Start your free trial website today at Squarespace.com/lore, and when you make your first purchase, use offer code LORE to save 10%. To advertise on our podcast, please reach out to sales@advertisecast.com, or visit our listing here.  ©2023 Aaron Mahnke. All rights reserved.
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Just a few weeks ago, England did something that it hadn't done in a long time.
They crowned a new monarch.
And with it happening in our modern world with social media, online video platforms,
and major cable news networks, there's a good chance that you watched it happen.
Or at least saw a video clip or a few photos of the coronation ceremony.
And one thing that I absolutely love about this moment is the place where it took place.
If you've never visited Westminster Abbey, it's a destination that you need to keep
on your bucket list, if only for the splendor of being inside it.
And while there's a lot to take in above your head, one of the things that most people
notice when they visit the place is what sits below their feet.
Graves.
Not just a few, either.
No, there are currently over 3,000 people buried inside the walls of that church.
And there's a reason for that.
It seems that for a very long time, there was a belief that being inside meant that they
were closer to God and closer to the prayers of people every day.
Churches that could help their souls move from purgatory to heaven a lot faster than
normal.
And that idea of being buried closer to God is also why churches have their own graveyards.
Of course, if you've been to England or Europe, you know how romantic those church-centered
burial grounds can be.
Crooked stones lined up like geriatric teeth and covered in lichen and water stains.
But even there, outside the walls of the church, there were rules about distance and location.
Many good folks, and please imagine massive air quotes there, were often allowed burial
spots closer to the physical church building than those who lived on the margins of life.
And often it was a corner far on the edge of the graveyard where criminals would be
laid to rest.
I think you get it.
The more famous, moral, or wealthy a person was, the closer to God they were allowed to
rest.
We want to be closer to the sacred.
Wherever we find holy sites, there is usually a history of human burial there.
Some even predate the arrival of Christianity, focusing instead on proximity to a sacred
object like a standing stone or an ancient tree.
Whatever the reasons behind these rituals, they emphasize the obvious.
We have a history with holy places.
And that history extends well beyond the confines of the grave.
I'm Aaron Mankey, and this is Lore.
It's one of those words that immediately conjures up imagery.
Even if we start with its oldest form, way back to Latin, it won't take long for you
to connect with it.
Let's start with sanctus, a word that meant holy.
It's the trunk of a pretty big linguistic tree.
But one of the branches early on was the word sanctuarium, which literally meant a sacred
place or shrine.
And if you know anything about the world of the ancient Greeks, there was no shortage
of sacred places or shrines.
And maybe because of that, the Greeks sort of set a template for the idea of what we
would call sanctuary.
In basic terms, anyone who needed a safe place to go, whether they were running from enemies
or the law, could step inside a temple and be granted sanctuary.
In most cases, people had to leave their weapons outside, and the folks pursuing them were
not allowed to step inside and drag them out.
If that rule was violated, bad things could happen, usually at the hands of the God who
was worshiped at that particular temple.
And we have some great examples from antiquity.
Most people today have heard of the Trojan War, but we often forget a lot of the finer
details.
Cassandra was the princess of the city of Troy, the daughter of King Priam, and she
was also a prophet thanks to a divine gift from the god Apollo.
There was a twist, though.
She could see the future, but no one would believe her.
So when she predicted that whole Trojan horse trick thing, everyone laughed at her, until
that is the Greeks took over the city.
And Cassandra, knowing what would happen, made a beeline for the temple of Athena, where
she took sanctuary.
And that's when one of the Greeks, a guy named Ajax the Lesser, decided the covenant
of sanctuary wasn't important to him and went inside and dragged her out.
The rest of the Greeks, including Odysseus, quoted Han Solo and said, I've got a bad
feeling about this, expecting Athena's wrath to destroy all of them.
So Ajax turned the tables and returned to the temple of Athena for some sanctuary of
his own, which had somehow now become important to him again, and then he later escaped by
ship.
And that's when it happened.
After violating Cassandra's sanctuary, Athena sunk his ship and killed him.
And then there's the story of Cylon of Athens, a political traitor who tried to organize
a coup in 632 BC.
When his attempt to overthrow the government failed, Cylon and his fellow insurrectionists
tried to hide out in the temple of Athena, but they didn't plan well and no one brought
food, so they began to starve.
Not wanting their deaths to take place inside the sacred space of the temple, the authorities
finally agreed to let them leave and head to trial.
But the criminals were a little worried about how the rest of the city might treat them
once they got outside.
So they tied a super long rope to the statue of Athena inside, and they all walked out
still holding on, like a grade school kid trying to bend the rules.
How did it end?
Well, someone snuck up behind them and cut the rope, disconnecting them from sanctuary,
and then the people of Athens slaughtered them all.
Their bodies were buried in a mass grave and lost to time.
Now over the centuries, the Greeks kept refining the rules of sanctuary.
It became pretty clear that clever people were taking advantage of this religious system,
so more and more limitations were added on, and when the Romans arrived on the scene,
they did even more editing to the concept.
Under Roman law, sanctuary became a temporary state, not a permanent one, and the list of
offenders who could seek sanctuary inside a temple got smaller.
Specifically, murderers, adulterers, and debtors were no longer safe, which probably saved
those temples a lot of time, if we're honest.
And as the cult of the emperor grew in Rome, statues and temples in their honor also became
divine places of safety.
So there you have a brief tour of the ancient world and their tradition of sanctuary.
It's clear that violating it came with consequences.
Sometimes that was social, and other times, if the stories are true, those consequences
were supernatural.
But as the laws surrounding sanctuary became more and more refined, claiming it got a lot
more complicated, and to see that, we'll have to fast forward to a very different place
and time, the Middle Ages of Christian Europe.
It happened because of a marriage.
Not between two people, mind you.
No, sanctuary grew and spread thanks to the marriage of the Roman Empire to the Christian
church.
Remember, sanctuary was Roman civil law.
But as Rome became more and more Christian, state law often became a rule within the church
as well, which is how churches all across Europe became medieval versions of those old
temples of Athena.
Some things had changed, though.
For one, murderers were back in the game, with the law allowing them to seek sanctuary
inside a holy place.
And the churches mostly seemed to be okay with it, often looking at those moments as
the chance to evangelize and convert the worst of society.
There were also some strict rules, just like in the ancient world.
Sanctuaries must be left outside the church, and they even had to specify no bows and arrows
because apparently enough criminals had tried to shoot at the authorities from church windows
that it needed to be spelled out more clearly.
Oh, and this covenant of sanctuary could only last 40 days.
Now, a handful of people would eventually receive a pardon from the king, or have their
charges dropped and then be able to leave.
But most of the time, the person in sanctuary had a decision to make at the end of their
40 days, stay in town and face the consequences, or claim exile and run away.
And naturally, there were some wild traditions around that practice, too.
In many cases, folks claiming exile were required to trade in their clothing for sackcloth,
and they had to leave the church barefoot.
Some places even required them to carry a cross as they headed out of town, which they
had to do in a straight line, never leaving the road.
We know more about sanctuary in England than we do the rest of Europe, mostly because the
English really love to make and write down lots and lots of laws.
Plus, a lot of those old cathedrals are still around, and we can see the physical evidence
of the practice right inside them.
A number of churches, like Durham Cathedral, for example, had small chambers built above
the side doors where clergy could keep a 24-7 watch for people seeking sanctuary.
They even had a special bell called the Galilee Bell that they would ring every time someone
stepped inside for safety.
After that, the fugitive would have to confess the crime that brought them there, right down
to the specific details like murder weapon, dates, places, and names, and all of that.
And thanks to the English addiction to writing everything down, tons of those records have
survived to this day.
Oh, and one other thing, sanctuary wasn't always limited to the interior of the church
building.
In Beverly, for example, sanctuary actually started two miles away, and that invisible
boundary was marked by stone crosses on the four major roads leading into town.
And if people tried to capture a fugitive inside that two-mile ring, they were fine.
Just how much that fine was depended on how close they were to the church, but it grew
exponentially as they got closer, until the final level was a fine called bootless, which
just meant that the price was so high that no one would be able to pay it, so their life
was forfeits instead.
But my favorite little story from this period comes from London.
In 1321, there was a woman named Isabel of Burry who was inside the church at all hollows
on the wall, and she was talking to a friend named Joan.
Now, apparently the women were a bit too loud for the church's liking, and so one of the
clerks, a guy named Gilbert Lighter, came over and asked them to leave.
But Isabel Burry did not like to be told to shut up, especially by men, so rather than
leave the church, she pulled a knife and stabbed Gilbert in the chest, instantly killing
him.
Joan freaked out, of course, and bolted from the church where she was immediately arrested
for her involvement.
But not Isabel, though she was smarter than that.
She looked around, realized that the safest place she could be was right there inside
the church, and she immediately claimed sanctuary.
Actually, I like to imagine her doing it sort of like how Michael Scott on the office declared
bankruptcy, but that's just me.
Anyway, there was a hot minute there where the authorities outside, as well as the clergy
inside, didn't really know what to do.
But they soon decided that sanctuary only applied to crimes committed outside, not inside
the church, so they came in and arrested her.
Isabel of Burry was then imprisoned, put on trial, and eventually executed for her crime
by hanging.
Apparently, there were some limitations to sanctuary, and she had found one of them.
But sanctuary wouldn't be limited to small crimes and common city folk.
Just a century later, in the mid-1400s, it actually became the centerpiece of a major
political drama, a tool in a sort of game of thrones that played out right there in England.
And while sanctuary typically meant safety, this particular event taught us another important
lesson.
Not all walls are places of refuge.
It's a complicated moment in English history.
So complex, in fact, that if I were to go too deep into detail, you would need to get
out a piece of paper and take notes.
So assuming that a lot of you are driving right now or maybe outside on a walk, I'm
not going to go that far, but you do need to know the basics.
In 1455, a war started between two branches of the same family.
England had been ruled by the Plantagenets, and now two different houses, the Lancasters
and the Yorks, were battling over who got to sit on the throne.
King Henry VI headed up the Lancasters, and his cousin Edward IV led the Yorks.
And because both houses used a rose as their symbol, the struggle has been known as the
War of the Roses.
In 1461, Edward actually won, claiming the throne for himself and locking Henry in the
Tower of London.
A couple of years later, Edward married a lady named Elizabeth Woodville, who most
people didn't really care for, mostly because she lacked the titles that one would expect
for a queen.
She just came from a nice family, which was apparently enough for Edward.
Now in 1470, some internal strife forced Edward to run away to Flanders, and Henry was set
free and placed back on the throne.
But when Edward flew the coop, he did so alone, leaving his very pregnant wife Elizabeth
and their three daughters behind.
So what did they do?
They ran for sanctuary, of course.
Interesting detail here, like I said before, most churches had a 40-day limitation on sanctuary,
but not Westminster Abbey.
There was no time limit there, and a lot of fugitives just ended up living there for decades.
Some historians believe that because of that, upwards of a thousand people each year went
looking there for sanctuary.
So that's where Elizabeth and her kids headed.
While she was there, she gave birth to a son, Edward V, and enjoyed safety inside the church
walls.
Then, a year later, her husband Edward IV managed to retake the throne, and she and
the kids were able to rejoin him.
Henry VI, sadly, headed back to the Tower of London.
Over a decade went by.
Elizabeth and Edward had another son, Richard, and the pair of boys were inseparable.
Then in 1483, King Edward unexpectedly passed away at the age of 41, and his brother, also
named Richard, sorry, stepped in as protector to Edward's heir.
Except he sort of had eyes for the throne himself, so instead of helping young Edward
out, he captured him and locked him up in the Tower of London.
Elizabeth instantly knew what she had to do, and so she returned to Westminster Abbey
for sanctuary, and they took her, plus her, three daughters, and remaining son, inside.
That's when the dastardly Richard III sent in the big guns.
He had the archbishop of Canterbury go over to Westminster Abbey and talk to Elizabeth.
According to him, since her nine-year-old son Richard was too young to stand trial,
he was also too young to claim sanctuary, so he was taken away, right out from under
the protection of the church there, and locked up with his brother Edward in the Tower.
Later that year, Richard III was officially crowned king, and the two boys, the true heirs
to the throne, sort of faded into the background.
It helped along, of course, by the fact that they would remain prisoners for the rest of
their lives.
The last time they were seen by people passing by the Tower was two weeks after their uncle
became king.
After that, they vanished.
Elizabeth on the other hand, played the long game.
A year later, Richard promised to leave her alone, and she left sanctuary with her daughters.
A year after that, Richard was defeated in battle by a newcomer, Henry Tudor, who took
the title of Henry VII, and who did he marry?
One of Elizabeth's daughters, also named Elizabeth.
Elizabeth Woodville would make a few appearances in court over the coming years, but she would
spend most of her time living at Bermond's Abbey in London.
Whether it was that old instinct to seek sanctuary, or just a desire to live a life
of solitude, we will never know.
She passed away there in 1492, taking her motivation to the grave.
And with that, one of the most famous uses of sanctuary in English history came to a
close.
But that didn't mean that there were no more mysteries left to solve.
I think it's important to remember the power that words can have.
Some are malleable, shifting and changing over the centuries to cast off old meanings
and put on entirely new ones.
Those are the words that often require a roadmap, helping us understand why we use them the
way we use them today.
Other words, though, are crystal clear.
They have this lineage that seems to shoot straight backward in time to a target that
still makes sense to our modern minds.
And thanks to a combination of the shadows of Latin within the English language and a
bit of pop culture, it's very clear that sanctuary is one of those obvious terms.
History, as I hoped you've noticed, is littered with the idea of a safe haven from the outside
world that could only be found on sacred ground.
From the temples of the ancient Greeks, all the way out through the centuries to the towering
cathedrals of England and Europe, people have a history of running toward their gods'
house in search of refuge.
Even that old childhood game of tag, where players could be safe from being tagged if
they were touching a certain object or structure, feels like it's pulled right from those ancient
traditions.
Maybe it's a feature of human nature.
We all crave a safe house.
Remember the story I told earlier of Cylon of Athens, who tried to overthrow the government
of the city?
Well, back in 2016, archaeologists discovered a mass grave containing 80 skeletons, some
of whom had shackles on their arms.
Many historians think it's all that remains of Cylon and his followers.
And speaking of skeletons, something else has been discovered.
Back in 1674, almost two centuries after the War of the Roses, workers doing a renovation
at the Tower of London found a wooden chest tucked away beneath an old staircase.
And inside it, the bones of two individuals, both of whom were still children.
The bones were gathered up and placed in an elaborate marble urn and then buried in Westminster
Abbey.
They were labeled with a pretty presumptive claim, too.
Here lie the relics of Edward V, King of England, and Richard, Duke of York.
And then, after a bit of pomp, they were slowly forgotten again.
Almost a century ago, in 1933, the urn was opened and the contents were reexamined.
It seems that the bones did indeed match those of two boys that were in that 9 to 12-year-old
range.
And they even showed some structural oddities that have been seen in other plantagenic bones.
So they were reburied with the assumption that the label was indeed correct in claiming
they belonged to Edward and Richard.
Over the years, their tragic fate has invited a whole range of theories.
And visitors to the Tower of London have even claimed to see their ghosts, holding hands
as they float through the halls of the tower.
And there's even a group of researchers who are out to prove that the boy's uncle, Richard
III, wasn't a bad guy after all.
They've mounted a project to prove that Richard actually saved their lives, sending at least
one of the brothers into exile.
It's got this whole Da Vinci Code atmosphere to it, complete with cryptic symbols carved
into a distant church.
Of course, medical science has come a long way since then.
A genetic test could obviously be the definitive way of putting an end to the mystery.
But so far, the Church of England has refused all requests to open the urn and study the
bones further.
For now, the mystery will have to remain unsolved.
And the brothers, if, of course, the bones are truly theirs, will remain in a very poetic
place, inside the very sanctuary they once called home.
I hope today's exploration of the concept of sanctuary was as enthralling for you as
it was for my team and I to put together.
There's so much tradition and odd behavior bound up in that word, and it really does
hold a goldmine of fantastic stories.
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Temples of the ancient world might have served as sanctuary for those who needed to slip
away, but those buildings were far from empty.
In fact, most of them were staffed with teams of special people, whose job it was to run
and manage all of the services that those temples offered.
And while that's a deep well to dip into, there's one group of temple residents that
deserve a bit more attention, the Vestal Virgins of Rome.
They get their name from Vesta, the goddess of the hearth.
She was represented by fire and had deep ties to the founding of Rome itself.
In fact, it was a Vestal Virgin named Rhea Silvia who gave birth to twin brothers, Romulus
and Remus, who would eventually establish the city of Rome.
In Roman minds, without the Vestal Virgins, there would be no Rome.
How did the process work?
Well Vestal Virgins were chosen for their role between the ages of 6 and 10.
They had to be freeborn children of freeborn parents, both of which were still alive, and
be free of physical and mental defects.
The ancient Romans, you have to remember, were obsessed with perfection.
And if the Vestal Virgins represented the core of Rome, that perfection had to apply
to them as well.
Once brought to the temple, they would begin a 30-year service to Vesta.
They lived right there in special quarters, and as their name suggests, had to remain
chased the entire time.
Then once their term was up, they were free to move on and even get married.
Most of their time was spent retrieving water from a sacred spring, which they carried in
special containers that could not be set down without spilling.
And of course, with Vesta being the goddess of the hearth, there was also a sacred flame
inside the temple, which these priestesses were in charge of keeping lit at all times.
A dead flame meant a dead Rome.
So no pressure, right?
Now when I first started reading about the Vestal Virgins, my instinct was to be upset
about their lack of freedom.
Taken from their family, kept inside the temple, and never allowed to do so many of the things
their peers could do.
It felt cruel, but the truth is more complex.
Yes, those things were true, but as Vestal Virgins, they also enjoyed more rights and
privileges than other women at the time.
Their legal and financial status was a lot closer to that of men in their day, which
made them powerful figures.
And yet, there was always the possibility for tragedy.
You see, every now and then, one of the Vestal Virgins would break her vow of chastity.
They were human after all, but their status as Vesta's representatives on earth also
meant that they couldn't be punished in the same way.
In fact, it was illegal to spill their blood, so the authorities had to get creative with
how to punish those who broke their vow.
A chamber would be built beneath the ground close to one of the walls of Rome, and a set
of stairs would be laid in, leading down into the room.
If you didn't know what it was for, you might be forgiven for assuming that it was a nice
space.
There would be a comfortable couch, a lit lamp, and small portions of water and bread
and other essentials.
I imagine this space as a sort of home away from home version of their quarters back in
the temple, except this was a home that they would never leave.
Because after being escorted there on a covered litter, in a sort of silent parade sounded
by onlookers, the High Priest would loudly proclaim her crime and punishment, offer up
some prayers, and then send her toward the staircase.
The former Vestal Virgin would then have to walk down those stairs and sit on the couch.
After that, the door would be closed, the stone steps would be pulled back up, and soil would
be poured back into the opening, sealing her in forever.
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De Alba, and music by Chad Lawson.
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