What a hoot! Such a blatantly extravaganza wonderfully over-the-top in this day and age, it roared like a breath of fresh cleansing flame gusting through my reading life. Page's version of Prester John is a delightful combination of bombastic bravado and extraordinary elan -- a man's man of adventurer, treasure-hunter, loyal friend, true warrior, raging adrenaline and glorious mirth. Dozens of wondrously descriptively rich wordings such as "His war bow began to pluck out its base lute notes of the song of Death." (though there were a few too many appearances of "humming through his nose strenuously"!).
Diabolical sorceries try to smother and enslave Prester as he strives to plunder a rich city and avenge a valued comrade. There's enough sword-slinging, mighty thews straining, great humor, speedy arrow-winging, and feats of strength of body and mind to thrill and S&S fan. Rich, rich read in the style of old, I loved it. My shelves are bursting and room is scarce, but I am sorely tempted to keep this treasure.