By Bernard Cornwell
From Bernard Cornwell, the undisputed grasp of ancient fiction, hailed as "the direct inheritor to Patrick O'Brien,"* comes the 3rd quantity within the exhilarating Saxon Chronicles: the tale of the beginning of britain because the Saxons fight to repel the Danish invaders.
The 12 months is 878, and as Lords of the North starts off, the Saxons of Wessex, lower than King Alfred, have defeated the Danes to maintain their state unfastened. Uhtred, the dispossessed son of a Northumbrian lord, helped Alfred win that victory, yet now he's disgusted through Alfred's loss of generosity. Uhtred flees Wessex, going north to go looking for his stepsister, who was once taken prisoner by way of Kjartan the harsh, a Danish lord who lurks within the ambitious stronghold of Dunholm.
Uhtred arrives within the north to find uprising, chaos, and worry. His simply best friend is Hild, a West Saxon nun fleeing her calling, and his top wish is his sword, Serpent-Breath, with which he has made a extraordinary acceptance as a warrior. He wishes different companions if he's to assault Dunholm, and chooses Guthred, a doubtless deluded slave who believes he's a king. jointly they move the Pennines, the place fanatical Christians and beleaguered Danes have shaped a determined alliance to confront the bad Viking lords who rule Northumbria.
Instead of victory Uhtred unearths betrayal. yet he additionally discovers love and redemption as he's compelled to show once more to his reluctant best friend, Alfred the nice. it truly is Alfred who sees chance in Northumbria's chaos, and Alfred who looses Uhtred and his stepbrother, Ragnar, onto Dunholm, the invincible citadel on its nice spur of rock. a wide ranging experience, Lords of the North is additionally the tale of the production of britain, because the English and Danes struggle opposed to one another, but additionally locate universal reason and create a typical language. in any case they'll turn into one humans, yet as Uhtred will detect, their union is solid in the course of the white warmth of battle.
* The Economist
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His throat had been cut, though the great wound was bloodless now because it had been washed clean by the Ouse. His long fair hair drifted like weed under water. We saw two more floating bodies, then we were close enough to see men on the city's ramparts and there were too many men there, men with spears and shields, and there were more men by the river quays, men in mail, men watching us warily, men with drawn swords and Thorkild called an order and our oars lifted and water dripped from the motionless blades.
Iseult would have killed him,' I said. Iseult had been my lover and Hild's friend. ' Hild said. It was a Christian commandment and about as futile, I thought, as commanding the sun to go backwards. ' I did not want Gelgill behind my back. Bolti did not move. He was too scared to obey me, but, to my surprise, his two daughters came and fetched Sven's swords. Gelgill tried to run, but the table was in his way and one of the girls gave a wild swing that slashed across his skull and he fell sideways.
He pointed at me. ' Sven looked at me. 'You have a woman, leper? ' He found that funny and the two men who had fetched the women laughed with him. ' 'Nothing,' I said. He scratched his arse. His men were grinning. They were used to defiance, and used to defeating it, and they enjoyed watching Sven fleece travellers. Sven poured himself more ale. ' I did not move, did not speak, but I gently pressed my legs against Witnere's flanks and I felt the big horse tremble. He was a fighting beast and he wanted me to release him, and perhaps it was Witnere's tension that Sven sensed.
Saxon Chronicles 3 Lords of the North by Bernard Cornwell