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![[Picture: Château Montjardin. Remouchamps.]](https://www.fromoldbooks.org/Edwards-ForestOfArden/pages/183-chateau-montjardin-remouchamps/183-chateau-montjardin-remouchamps-q72-121x200.jpg "[Picture: Château Montjardin. Remouchamps.]")
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Château Montjardin. Remouchamps., in Château Montjardin, Henumont, Remouchamps, Aywaille, Province de Liège, Belgium more
This black and white drawing and ink wash of the castle shows it from below, and makes it appear very imposing as it towers above the trees at the top of the hill. It still looks like this today.
The castle in the picture was built in 1327, long before the William de la Marck mentioned in the legend in the book. A second castle was built nearby in the 19th century, but was greatly damaged in the Second World War; the original castle was less badly damaged. It is a private residence today.
The Legend of the Seigneur of Montjardin
The chronicle tells of wild doings in the Valley of the Amblèe, centring now at the Chateau of Montjardin, not the present one, you will understand, but that dark fortress which stood on the high hill nearer to Aywaille, the post town. Now, the Seigneur of Montjardin was jealous of the repute of William de la Marck, the Wild Boar, so called, and vowed a vow, gnawing his nails in discontent, that he would in all things outdo him. Thenceforward, ’tis said, no man’s castle or sheep, rich or poor be he, nor his wife, nor his daughter, was safe at his hands. Upon a day when prowling about Remouchamps Convent, he caught, through a gateway opened for a moment to admit a cart, a vision of the most beautiful girl in the costume of a “novice” that he had ever laid eyes upon.
(p. 181)
It all goes downhill from there, but the lady is saved by a statuette of the Virgin Mary.
