A sort of divine symmetry that suggests to me that our heavenly Father has a wicked sense of humour, at the very least. At the worst, He wants us to carry on slaughtering each other till there’s nobody left.
Once upon a time there was the Greatest Empire the world has known. Now it’s divided into Eastern and Western lesser empires, with a small but powerful nation in between (Blemya) and several barbarian tribes at the borders. I have the slight suspicion that these details are not important in the economy of this grand epic about continuous warfare. That’s why the author is not bothered to include detailed maps with the story. Even people’s names are mostly irrelevant, seeing as many of them are summarily killed in action soon after they are introduced. A more exact description is that they are the chess pieces on a vast game board, moved around at the whim of fickle gods or of secret organizations.
Senza’s elder brother Forza was reckoned to be the most promising soldier of his generation, already in command of a battalion at the age of twenty-one. It was a shame he was on the other side.
Each side of the game board (Eastern and Western empires) has its own genius tactician, an unbeatable general that can secure temporary ascendancy in the field of battle by disregarding the cost in men and materials needed for victory. With his signature black tinted humour the author describes the Belot brothers as purveyors of fine carrion to discerning crows everywhere
But are Senza and Forza Belot the main players on the game board? Despite the horrendous number of bodies they leave behind, there seems to be multiple other forces at play here. Most important of all there is a secret cult that worships a Blacksmith instead of a Mason and uses a modified set of Tarot cards for advancing its devious plans.
The Great Smith makes us. Sometimes we come out right, sometimes we don’t. Some of us are so badly flawed, we go in the scrap. Some of us are worth making good.
The Great Smith works on us through us; we are his hands and tools, his anvil and hammer. To make us good, He inspires us with awareness of our error, which leads us to recognition and repentance.
I wish I could be more specific, but this first out of three volumes of the collected novellas that comprise “The Two of Swords” is mostly about introducing the players to the board. Each chapter is focused on one of the Tarot figures, with some clever transitions from one player to the next, something like a relay race where the story of one character is continued by a secondary actor who takes center stage in the next chapter. We have an Archer (Teucer), followed by a Thief (Musen), an Assassin (Telamon) , a Musician (Oida) , a Chamberlain (Daxin, the Grand Logothete of Blemya) , An Emperor, a Spy (Pleda) and of course the two generals who apparently represent Spears in the secret Tarot set.
I am oversimplifying things here in order to organize my thoughts in preparation for the second collection of novellas. I don’t mind so much being utterly confused so far into the proceedings, as I am quite familiar with the style of unfortunate developments in the best laid plans of mice and men that K J Parker has deployed in most of his fantasy epics.
You go through life thinking the Wild Cards know it all; they’re wise and cunning, and their carefully distilled plans run the world. Then you actually get involved in one, and you find out the bastards are basically just making it up as they go along.
If I were to reduce my review to the absolute minimum yet still hope to attract new readers to this unique kind of storytelling I would say the books are extremely clever and wickedly fun!
“The enemy’s not the problem, far as I can see. It’s the daft buggers on our side we want to worry about.”
or,
“It’s not a very nice job, I’m afraid.”
Oh dear. That usually meant either sex or killing somebody. On balance, she’d rather it was killing. Both were grossly intimate, but a killing is over far more quickly. Also, she was better at it. “Go on.”
This is not your typical epic fantasy where you check out your brain before you step into the merry-go-round of evil overlords, secret heirs and magic fireballs. It’s full of surprises, of twists and turns that will challenge what you think you know about the world and about morality.
The best quote from the novel is already in the blurb, but I want to preserve it also here in my review for future reference:
“If they’re really not that different from us, what are slaughtering each other for?”
He sighed. “Honour,” he said. “Moral imperatives, to defend our country and our way of life. Money, of course, and eternal glory, and to defend our trading interests. Because we’re right and they’re wrong. Because evil must be resisted, and sooner or later there comes a time when men of principle have to make a stand. Because war is good for business and it’s better to die on our feet than live on our knees. Because the fire god is on our side, and it’s our duty to Him. Because they started it. But at this stage in the proceedings,” he added, with a slightly lopsided grin, “mostly from force of habit.”