What do you think?
Rate this book


373 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published February 24, 1989
Steel, as you probably don’t have to be reminded, is an alloy based on iron. It contains anything from 0.1 to 1.7 percent of carbon, as well as traces of sulphur, phosphorus, manganese, nickel and chromium. It is tough and yet malleable, so you can make swords out of it. It is Mars’s own alloy. Its only trouble is that it deteriorates in air. The layman assumes that this has something to do with acids. But the deterioration is caused by electrolytic attack, and electrolytes do not have to be acid. Natural salts like sodium chloride and sal ammoniac can eat into steel and devastate it. I’m no metallurgist, merely a retired terrorist and teacher of philosophy, but I can see how metallurgists have to reject the claim that the sword Excalibur survived into the twentieth century. All those salts resident in air and soil and water, eating steadily at what was itself called the eater. For the name Excalibur comes from the Welsh Caledelch, which is tied up with the Irish Caladbolg, and Caladbolg means hard belly or capable of eating anything.
In July 1940 the War Office belatedly decided on the formation of an Intelligence Corps, and Reg got himself into it. He was not dodging his duty of killing the enemy. He had left his weapons behind on two failed fields of battle and discovered that wars could be fought with the brain. Razorblades in pigswill. Bombardment of the innocent. Intelligence. Damn it, I was fighting a war with knees bend and arms stretch on chilly parade grounds.