“It would be a battle, I thought bitterly, to decide which royal arse would warm a throne, and what business did I have deciding the throne of Wessex. Yet fate, that callous bitch, had tied my life’s threads to King Alfred’s dream….He wanted a Christian country of all the men who spoke the Aenglisc tongue….So damn him, I thought, damn Alfred and his piety, damn his stern face, always so disapproving, damn his righteousness, and damn him for making me fight for his cause a lifetime after his death.”
Cornwell is one of our most brilliant storytellers. He continues the saga of Uhtred of Bebbanburg with this tale. It starts with a marine mystery of a missing ship and beats on to a seemingly unfair battle between two of Uhtred ships and four of the enemy.
I share with many GR friends a devotion to this series, even as it winds down with an aging Uhtred and a fraught Northumbria. Here, in Sword of Kings, is a rumination by Uhtred that captures where he is and what he is about: “I am a Northumbrian and Northumbria is my country. My people are Northumbrians, an Northumbrians are a hard, tough people, yet we are a small country…..I had killed Danes, I had killed Norsemen, and every death, every stroke of the sword, had extended the rule of the Saxons. Northumbria, I knew, could not survive. She was too small….And the Saxons were getting stronger. So one day, I knew, Northumbria would fall, and it was likely, in my judgment, to fall to the Saxons. I did not want that, but to fight against it was to draw a sword against fate, and if that fate was inevitable, and I believed it was, then it was better that Aethelstand should inherit Wessex. Aelfweard was my enemy. His family hated me, and if he took Northumbria he would bring the whole might of Saxon Britain against Bebbanburg.”
We have seen Uhtred ruminate about his fate and try to read the various omens from the gods. He isn’t very good at it, but that doesn’t make him doubt that he is doomed (in the largest sense of that word) to fulfill his fate.
Here he acknowledges that he has taken bad oaths, misjudged events, and tempted the fates. All of which has landed him, Finnan, and a few of his supporting crew in London during the conflict between two rival factions who want the whole of East Anglia, Wessex and Mercia under one crown. “I was a fugitive in a Lundene (London) cellar leading a handful of warriors, one priest, a royal slave, and a band of ragged children….”We have to leave this damned city,” I said bitterly.”
His BFF, Finnan, is with him throughout, but His son-in-law, Sigtryggr, is stuck at home after being such an integral part of the previous book, War of the Wolf. And if Uhtred manages to get out of this trap, he still must contend with his oaths, omens and fate.
As usual, Cornwell finds an engaging way to describe the events of this chaotic period while keeping our man, Uhtred, front and center.
4.5