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514 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1980
Count Brass, Lord Guardian of the Kamarg, rode out on a horned horse one morning to inspect his territories. He rode until he came to a little hill, on the top of which stood a ruin of immense age. It was the ruin of a Gothic church, and its walls of thick stone were smooth with the passing of winds and rains. Ivy clad much of it, and the ivy was of the flowering sort so that at this season purple and amber blossoms filled the dark windows, an excellent substitute for the stained glass that had once decorated them.The whole thing feels like this, with the far-future setting signaled by comments like "The Kamarg was in what used to be France," the calling of the far east Asiacommunista, and details like the city of Narleen, with the walled city within it of Starvel, located on a river in the mysterious Amarehk.
On his rides, Count Brass always came to the ruin. He felt a kind of fellowship with it, for, like him, it was old; like him, it had survived much turmoil, and, like him, it seemed to have been strengthened rather than weakened by the ravages of time.