Of course, that not what really happened.
Ulrich von Liechtenstein was born around 1200 in
Austria. He wasn’t a commoner as Hollywood wanted us to believe. How do we know
that? Austrian nobility added ‘von’ to their names. Ulrich was educated – most
likely in Latin and the language of his birthplace, German. As befitted a son
of a high-ranking person, he would have learned the many knightly arts, court
etiquette, possibly music, and poetry.
The time of von Liechtenstein was one of peace. For
men like Ulrich, the chance to practice the skills they had been learning since
childhood was limited. One could take up the Cross and journey to the Holy
Lands, but that meant leaving a comfortable life. How else could a young man
work off his energies and show off his prowess with his weapons and earn fame
& fortune without starting a blood feud? The answer was tournaments. Men
like William Marshall had made fortunes travelling from event to event.
Ulrich started out as a page and then moved up to a
squire to the Markgraf (Marquis) Heinrich von Istria. In 1222, Ulrich was
knighted, along with 199 other men, as part of the wedding celebration of Duke
Leopold of Austria’s daughter’s marriage. Tournaments could be of different
types: a melee (two ‘armies’ fighting in a mock-battle) or a joust (also called
a tilt). The knight wrote about his success in a popular poem called Frauendienst (The Service of Women). In
the poem, Ulrich is twelve. He talks about falling in love and this amour is
the basis for the love portion of A
Knight’s Tale. However, the movie leaves most of the juicy bits out of the
story.
First of all, for most of his life, Ulrich was married and had several children. His son, Ulrich II, married Cunegunde of Goldegg, the daughter of Conrad of Goldegg. His daughter, Diemut, married Wulfing of Trennstein. He did manage to spend some time with his wife between his duties and travels. Ulrich had a brother called Hartnid. Hartnid served as the Bishop of Gurk from 1283 to 1298. Another brother of Ulrich, Dietmar IV of Liechtenstein-Offenburg, had a son named Gundaker, so our knight had plenty of family to cheer him on.
What the name of his love was, we don’t know but it was written that she rejected the young Ulrich. The woman lived at von Heinrich’s home when Ulrich arrived to begin his service. The knight actually wrote of his feeble attempts at trying to attract the object of his affection. When that failed, he would sneak into her room and touch her clothes or wash his hands in her used bath water (yuck). He was born with hare-lip and went through surgery to repair it so he could sing for the woman. He entered tournaments (jousts and melees); dedicating his efforts to her asking to carry her favor or colors (she refused). He sent letters begging for a moment of her time.
At one point he severed part of his finger and sent it to his lady love.
She relented and said she’d think of him by looking at the part every day. That
inspired Ulrich to map out a series of jousts from Venice to the orders of
Bohemia. He called the series of fights, Venusfahrt (Venus Journey). He claimed
he would dress up as Lady Venus during his events – although there is no record
if he actually had a costume or just added some decoration to his armor. Ulrich
boasted to have broken 307 lances over the five week period of this endeavor. He awarded ring to those who broke lances
when riding against him and supposedly 271 rings were handed out. As a result,
his lady agreed to meet with him but only if he dressed as a leper and waited
with a group of lepers outside her door (in the rain). She didn’t follow
through and instead the following day asked him to climb up a rope hanging from
her bedroom. He didn’t hesitate and started the climb. The upstart female cut
the rope, causing Ulrich to fall into the moat. She then said she’d offer him
her love if he’d promise to go on Crusade. It is not written if she followed
through with her word.
One of Ulrich more famous events was the Artusfahrt (Journey for Arthur). This
was a tournament in which he offered to fight any man entered. What was the
catch? All entrants would fight an alias of one of King Arthur’s knights. Any
man breaking three lances against Ulrich won the right to join Ulrich’s Round
Table. For same reason, Duke Frederick of Austria banned the final match.
Sir Ulrich passed away of unknown causes on 26 January 1275 and was buried in Seckau, which is in modern-day Austria.
Lady
Beauteous, Lady Pure - Poem by Ulrich von Liechtenstein
'Lady
beauteous, lady pure,
Lady happy, lady kind,
Love, methinks, has little power,
So proud thy bearing, o'er thy mind.
Didst thou feel the power of love
Then would those fair lips unclose,
And be taught in sighs to move.'
'What is love, then, good sir knight?
Is it man or woman? say;
Tell me, if I know it not,
How it comes to pass, I pray.
Thou should'st tell me all its story,
Whence, and where, it cometh here,
That my heart may yet be wary.'
'Lady, love so mighty is,
All things living to her bow;
Various is her power, but I
Will tell thee what of her I know.
Love is good, and love is ill,
Joy and woe she can bestow,
Spreading life and spirit still.'
'Can love banish, courteous knight,
Pining grief and wasting woe?
Pour gay spirits on the heart,
Polish, grace, and ease bestow?
If in her these powers may meet,
Great is she, and thus shall be
Her praise and honour great.'
'Lady, I will say yet more;
Lovely are her gifts, her hand
Joy bestows, and honour too;
The virtues come at her command,
Joys of sight and joys of heart
She bestows as she may choose,
And splendid fortune doth impart.'
Lady happy, lady kind,
Love, methinks, has little power,
So proud thy bearing, o'er thy mind.
Didst thou feel the power of love
Then would those fair lips unclose,
And be taught in sighs to move.'
'What is love, then, good sir knight?
Is it man or woman? say;
Tell me, if I know it not,
How it comes to pass, I pray.
Thou should'st tell me all its story,
Whence, and where, it cometh here,
That my heart may yet be wary.'
'Lady, love so mighty is,
All things living to her bow;
Various is her power, but I
Will tell thee what of her I know.
Love is good, and love is ill,
Joy and woe she can bestow,
Spreading life and spirit still.'
'Can love banish, courteous knight,
Pining grief and wasting woe?
Pour gay spirits on the heart,
Polish, grace, and ease bestow?
If in her these powers may meet,
Great is she, and thus shall be
Her praise and honour great.'
'Lady, I will say yet more;
Lovely are her gifts, her hand
Joy bestows, and honour too;
The virtues come at her command,
Joys of sight and joys of heart
She bestows as she may choose,
And splendid fortune doth impart.'
'How shall I obtain, sir knight,
All these gifts of lady love?
Must I bear a load of care?
Much too weak my frame would prove.
Grief and care I cannot bear;
Can I then the boon obtain;
Tell me, sir knight, then, how and where.'
'Lady, thou should'st think of me
As I of thee think,- heartily.
Thus shall we together blend
Firm in love's sweet harmony,
Thou still mine, I still thine.'
'It cannot be, sir knight, with me;
Be your own, I'll still be mine.
All these gifts of lady love?
Must I bear a load of care?
Much too weak my frame would prove.
Grief and care I cannot bear;
Can I then the boon obtain;
Tell me, sir knight, then, how and where.'
'Lady, thou should'st think of me
As I of thee think,- heartily.
Thus shall we together blend
Firm in love's sweet harmony,
Thou still mine, I still thine.'
'It cannot be, sir knight, with me;
Be your own, I'll still be mine.
To learn more about Ulrich, see:
“The Real Ulrich von Liechtenstein” by Kelly
DeVries
Medieval History magazine, issue one, Sept.
2003
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