John Clifford, 7th Baron de Clifford - Life

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He was the son of Thomas de Clifford, 6th Baron de Clifford, by Elizabeth de Ros, daughter of Thomas de Ros, 5th Baron de Ros, by Beatrix de Stafford. He inherited the title and the position of hereditary High Sheriff of Westmorland on his father's death in 1391.

He married in about 1404 the Lady Elizabeth Percy, daughter of Henry "Hotspur" Percy by Elizabeth, daughter of Edmund Mortimer, 3rd Earl of March. They had two sons, Thomas Clifford, 8th Baron de Clifford and Henry, and two daughters, Mary and Blanche (wife of Robert Waterton, Knight). The future queen consort of England, Jane Seymour, was a descendant of John Clifford through her mother's line.

From Douglas Richardson's Plantagenet Ancestry:

He was summoned to Parliament from September 21, 1412. He and Elizabeth received a papal indult for a portable altar in 1412. He took part in a great tournament at Carlisle between six English and six Scottish Knights, as also in the French War.

Present at the Siege of Harfleur and the Battle of Agincourt, he was indented to serve Henry V of England with 3 archers. He had received the surrender of Cherbourg. He was made a Knight of the Order of the Garter in 1421.

He finally met his death at the Siege of Meaux in France 13 March 1422. Elizabeth died 26 October 1436 and is buried at Staindrop, Durham.

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