There have already been one or two accuracy-related gripes about the BBC’s summer extravaganza The White Queen, but one anachronism was especially interesting: it was a touching scene of a medieval mother waking her medieval children from their medieval slumber. They were all wrapped together in a lovely bed in lovely sheets and the room was a lovely whitewashed, heavily beamed yet airy attic, the windows of which were diaphanous with linen. It was more The White Company than The White Queen.
The problem is that no one had bedrooms in 1464, not even the King (he had a huge curtained bed, which he often shared with friends as well as anyone he might be having sex with that night, and whoever his friends were having sex with that night, and sometimes his wife, and it came with him around the country).
