the best short novel from KJ Parker since Purple and Black to which it has some resemblance though it is now a first person narration set in the author generic Empire/Invincible Sun setting (the one without magic from books like Two of Swords, Sharps, Savages etc - with usual naming conventions, set-up, people, countries, provinces like the Sashan, Aram Vei, Scheria, permia) and has a present day annotation that explains the short novel (titled there Concerning the Monasteries) is the only extant first person narration document from the long ago Robur empire/civilization, so make of that whatever you want
the narrator is a 33 year old Imperial legate, nephew of the reigning empress, a former prostitute from a far away rural area of the empire who is caretaking the empire due to the illness of her husband, former general Ultor (that's when he married her, while retiring her best friend as an abbess of a far monastery and her regular clients to high window jumping or monastic orders), before taking the throne by arms;
it's the 5th year of the Emperor's incapacity and his end is assumed to be near, so the narrator is summoned to the palace and dispatched to the far North to take care of a pirate/raiders problem (the usual mysterious ones from other books) who plunder the rich monasteries that essentially own the impoverished North; the usual ironic, wry, likable, not the brightest flame but very well read and amenable to advice as well as liked by troops, officers and women (his aunt saved him a few times there from the wrath of the emperor when he was caught in fairly embarrassing situations with highly born noblewomen and princesses), the narrator sets up for the North, though not before taking care of a problem - in love with a high class prostitute himself, who doesn't quite care about him, he has to save her when she is knifed in the belly, so he buys a 6 Million house in the middle of the night as being mostly away on the front-lines, he doesn't have a City house to take her and bring doctors to tend to her... Not something to endear him to his aunt perhaps, but another escapade adding to his "popular" legend...
and so it goes with the usual happenings (double dealings, mysteries, battles, former friends and newer enemies) for some 130-40 pages of pure KJ Parker delight
and while the pirates/raiders are seemingly the immediate enemy, our hero doesn't really know who is ready to stab him in the back or poison him or for that matter using more ingenious killing devices as in:
"It’s amazing the number of people who’ve asphyxiated in their sleep since **** took office.”
while of course the City and the succession loom in the background - including relatives like the Empress even more favorite nephew Scaurus, some 10 power hungry generals and the aristocracy who would want nothing better that to depose the empire and return the power to the people - where of course:
"Get rid of the emperors, give power back to the people—quite; except the people never had any power at any stage in our history, which was probably just as well. In this context, the people means the two dozen ancient aristocratic families who own half the land in the empire, the six dozen rich men who hold the mortgages on that land, the priesthood and, of course, the army."
full of ironic and wry observations on the nature of power, the scope of empire, the endurance of culture and books, Mightier than the Sword is KJ Parker at his best and also it represents an excellent introduction to his work that can get one hooked on the author's style which is quite distinctive in today's fantasy
One more quote that gives a great flavor of the tone:
"Now, then. Concerning the Land and Sea Raiders. I guess we were so very scared of them because we had no idea who they were, where they came from, how many of them there were, what (beyond anything not nailed to the floor) they wanted. They showed up about a hundred and thirty years ago, during the reign of that old fire-eater Vindex II. Our first experience of them was seventy long, high-castled warships suddenly appearing off Vica Bay. The governor, a civilized man with several well-received volumes of theological essays to his name, sent a message to their leader inviting him to lunch. He came, and brought some friends; it was sixty years before Vica was rebuilt, by which time the harbour had silted up and all the channels had to be dredged out.
Next they manifested themselves as a long column of ox-carts trundling over the Horns. They
looked like refugees; skeletal cows and horses, sad women and threadbare children plodding along
behind the wagons. The prefect of Garania went out to meet them with relief supplies, food, tents,
blankets. They cut his head off and stuck it on their standard, before marching on Beal Epoir and burning it to the ground. That, of course, was about the time when General Maxen was at the height of his incredible career. He caught up with them a week later and hit them so hard that we were sure we’d never hear about them again. Maxen lasted rather longer than most of our
great generals; about six years, and then his head got nailed to the lintel of Traitors’ Gate, along with all the others, so that when the Raiders came back there was nobody to deal with them."
The best of the year for me so far...