At a first glance, "The Black Arrow" seems like yet another traditional albeit entertaining swashbuckler, one that should end exactly as one would predict it to end - the hero defeating the villain in some protracted duel and thus winning the hand of the lady destined to be his bride all this while. Something, if you can imagine, like Sir Walter's Scott's enjoyable "Ivanhoe": on no account a bad or a boring book by any stretch of imagination. It is just comfortably what we would assume it to be.
And yet, unlike Scott, Robert Louis Stevenson was not interested only in the minutiae of history or political intrigue and was more concerned with human morality and its inevitable complexity. "The Black Arrow" is indeed a rousing swashbuckler with a difference, an adventure story with thrills and spills, with suspense and romance but also, most crucially, a terrific cast of characters, not entirely heroic yet admirable, not wholly heartless yet dangerous. It is a swashbuckler that feels almost real and resonant.
It is also unexpectedly a swashbuckler that has aged most wonderfully and elegantly. Back in the days of boyhood, I would often try and imagine what would be the story for this novel by Stevenson - we had always been able to find in the shelves of the school library pocket-sized adaptations of "Treasure Island" or "Kidnapped" but "The Black Arrow" had always eluded us - and inevitably, the story that would flash in my mind would be that of gallant archers, young and chivalrous heroes, damsels in distress imprisoned in English castles and even charismatic villains to contend with. And truly, the novel not only lives up to a boy's vivid fantasies but also holds up as a splendid adventure novel for fully matured readers (I myself read it at the age of thirty) with a surprising level of profound resonance.
Many a summary describes it as a historical adventure novel set against the War Of The Roses. However, as said before, Stevenson is only briskly concerned with the conflict and is more interested in the consequences that the war bears on the fortunes of the characters and events of the story. The real story, of young Richard Shelton, the orphaned ward of the influential knight Sir Daniel Brackley, of how he discovers the damning secret of his father's death and is then thrust into a dangerous, suspenseful and even romantic adventure in which is loyalties are tested and even allegiances are deceptive, is sufficiently full of enough intrigue, peril, excitement and glory. But even more than mere entertainment, it is remarkable how mature and serious does "The Black Arrow" feel. Like the other two adventures written by Stevenson, this too has been endowed with the unmistakable shades of a mature genre.
Stevenson never refrains from pushing the story into the grimiest corners and the darkest directions. The violence of the action is palpably gritty and intense - we actually feel the sting of those volleys of arrows when they find their targets unerringly and as the narrative is thickened with relish by blending daring skirmishes and deadly ambushes, hair-breadth escapes and failed rescues, near-shipwrecks and even elaborate pursuits and even a gruesome battle unfolding in the streets of Shoreby, he presents us with many a sobering and unsettling scene of chaos and anarchy that are smartly stripped of all semblance to glory, thus creating an urgent and authentic realism that makes the reader believe in the significance and import of all these events.
Similarly, the characters are equally fleshed out with skill and conviction. The "hero" of the adventure - Richard Shelton - is no self-assured knight in shining armour but is instead an idealistic, even naïve young man who discovers and learns of the ambiguous complexity of people and situations unfolding around him and thus comes of age in the course of the story. His capacity for heroic derring-do is tested on more than one occasion when he is compelled to retreat or resort to unlikely alliances and this constant sense of paranoia and peril makes us believe whole-heartedly in the importance of his quest which has little to do with the war between York and Lancaster or even the intrigue of the noblemen changing from side to side. It is at heart a stirring, sensational romance - about Shelton's dangerous and dramatic quest to win the hand of his lady love and thus the stakes of his quest feel truly monumental.
Even the so-called villains and allies of this adventure are far from being merely villains of a monstrous nature or disposition. There is no doubting that the main antagonist of the novel is capable of ruthless deeds but even he is deserving of empathy and is portrayed as a brave and cool-headed leader of men at war. On the other hand, one of the many allies upon whom Shelton has to depend is revealed to be capable of cold-blooded cruelty. And for an adventure novel in the nineteenth century, "The Black Arrow" is wonderfully modern in its portrait of women. Far from being damsels in distress, they are brave and heroic in their own way.
None of this modernism, however, interrupts or distorts the pure, exhilarating pleasure of Stevenson's prose, that his nephew Graham Greene praised for its elegant economy, or his prowess for picking the right words that awed Chesterton too. With a galloping pace and yet a sublime and even poetic eye for detail, he skillfully grips us throughout an adventure rich with excitement, drama and moral realism. Why can't there be more such adventures to read in today's times?