Walter Map - Life

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He claims Welsh origin and to be a man of the Welsh Marches (marchio sum Walensibus); He studied at the University of Paris, apparently around 1160 when Gerard la Pucelle was teaching there. He had encountered Thomas Becket before 1162. As a courtier of King Henry II of England he was sent on missions to Louis VII of France and to Pope Alexander III, probably attending the Third Lateran Council in 1179 and encountering a delegation of Waldensians. On this journey he stayed with Henry I of Champagne, who was then about to undertake his last journey to the East.

Walter was holding a prebend in the diocese of Lincoln by 1183 and was chancellor of the diocese by 1186. Walter Map later became precentor of Lincoln, a canon of St Paul's, London and of Hereford and, in 1196, archdeacon of Oxford.

He was a candidate to succeed William de Vere as Bishop of Hereford in 1199, but was unsuccessful. He was once more a candidate for a bishopric in 1203, this time as Bishop of St David's, but was once more not consecrated. He was still alive on 28 May 1208 but had died by September 1210. His death was commemorated on 1 April at Hereford Cathedral.

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