I read "Otto of the Silver Hand" by Pyle as a child and enjoyed it. This was in the attic of my parents' house so one of us kids must have owned it. I decided to give it a whirl. It's a big sloppy wet kiss to the romance of boyhood, and boys. Boys and their adventurous, untamed spirits, their rough and tumble ways. There's a deep love, approaching homoerotic, between Myles and his best buddy Francis, who walk about with their arms around each other. I'm always trying to figure out why so many adults read children's books and YA - not reading them to their children, reading them for themselves. There's no complexity here. The characters are simple, good or bad. Myles' bravery, which brings about his incredible good fortune again and again, is off the charts. Myles' rashness, his stubbornness and rudeness to his superiors, only makes them see his grit and potential for success. In the real world Myles would have been whipped, demoted, thrown out on his ass.
It's not at all a bad book, it's just a children's book. I enjoyed the archaic language. I learned two words:
"two country hodges" - a hodge is a rustic person or farm laborer, a hick, a hayseed, and now I will incorporate this into my daily lingo.
"gramercy" - archaic for thanks. I've been mispronouncing this for years, I notice. Not that I've ever said it aloud, but I've been silently mispronouncing it. The emphasis is on MER.