SWORD SONG by Bernard Cornwell

Sword_Song_coverHalf a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:

Oh, wait. Wrong war. The Charge of the Light Brigade was written to memorialize a suicidal charge by light cavalry over open terrain by British forces in the Battle of Balaclava (Ukraine) in the Crimean War. Had nothing to do with the Danes and the Saxons and the Britons. But disheartening to see how all the battles and wars seem the same. Bloody, and often pointless.

But, back to ninth century England.  The fourth in the Saxon Warriors chronicles has our hero, Lord Uhtred, sworn still to King Alfred, He is in charge of building and maintaining one of the many burhs that dotted the landscape of King Alfred’s territory.  A burh is an Old English name for a fortified dwelling place belonging to a king or noble.    Alfred the Great developed the use of burhs as strongpoints that could be used against an attacker. They could be constructed from scratch, but more often were situated at the site of Iron Age hill forts or old Roman towns where the fortifications could be rebuilt and strengthened. Many were situated on rivers with the intention of stopping an attacker from advancing into the interior of the kingdom. Many modern boroughs and place names containing ~bury derive their origins from the medieval burh.Here is an example of a burh. Burh_of_Keone_by_DarranSims

Don’t you just love it when you can learn something interesting from reading fiction?   Yeah, me, too.

So Uhtred is there with his now-wife Grisela and their two kids.  And then Aethelwold, the king’s hapless nephew, a disputer to the throne, also a drunk and womanizer, came to Uhtred claiming that a corpse rose from the grave and spoke prophesies,  that he, Aethelwold would be King of Wessex (ha, fat chance), and that Uhtred would be a king too.  So superstitious Uhtred goes and see for himself a corpse rise from the dead and claim he will be a king, of Mercia.   Pfffft.   And Uhtred bought it.

Now, twin brothers, Danes, Viking guys, have taken over London.  One of the brothers invites Uhtred to witness a crucifixion of some priests.  Uhtred recognizes his old friend from the battle up north as Pyrlig, a priest, but a fantastic warrior as well.  Uhtred tricks Sigefrid, the Viking dude,  into promising the prisoners can go free if Pyrlig beats him in single combat – which he promptly does.

Uhtred is summoned by Alfred and ordered to plan an attack on London to dislodge the Norse brothers and turn the city over to Alfred’s son-in-law and ally Earl Aethelred of Mercia. You will recall that Aethelred is a cousin on his mother’s side, and has married King Alfred’s fourteen year old daughter.  By stealth Uhtred’s seaborne assault works and the defenders of London are caught out in the open as they sally forth to confront Aethelred’s larger attacking army.

The defeated Danes set up a garrison nearby, and idiot Aethelred goes after them with 16 boats, but he was defeated, and the Danes were able to kidnap Aethelred’s young wife.  Alfred is distraught at the threat to his daughter and is willing to ransom her from his foes. Uhtred is sent to negotiate the price and terms with Sigefrid. Whilst in their camp he learns that Erik (the other twin) and Aethelflaed have fallen in love, whereupon Erik and he plot to spirit her away from her captors; all without either of their leaders knowing what they plan.

There is a huge battle in the mouth for the inlet where the Vikings have holed up with it often being none too clear who is fighting for whom. This climax to the narrative is fought over marshland, waterside, on ship and across ships. Erik is killed by his twin brother Sigefrid, but Uhtred and his crew quickly gain victory over Sigefrid’s own warriors, and Sigefrid himself is killed.   Aethelflaed, the king’s daughter,  is rescued and the story ends with Uhtred taking her back to her father.

Whew.  I get all out of breath just writing all this.  What a story!  Can’t wait to find out what happens next.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder’d.
Honour the charge they made!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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3 comments on “SWORD SONG by Bernard Cornwell

  1. Boulenouar Med Yamin says:

    Blood, Blood, Blood everywhere…guiltless children killed because of men abhorrence…History repeats itself. Former times Romans invaded England. Civilized Europeans shared the African tart…Hilter fought for the German higher race…These days the human bleeding mistake is remodelled in Gaza…the world is WATCHING one of the bloodiest BUTCHERY throughout history…who is to blame? This is one of the 21st “Non Fiction” story as told by Zionism…

    When can their glory weaken?
    O the wild charge they made!
    All the world deduced.
    Dishonor the charge they made!

  2. Marti says:

    It is a very bloody story, this Saxon Warriors series, made even more horrific by the hypocritical belief of Alfred, a Christian who believed strongly in God but was more than willing to have tortured and killed all those he considered enemies. Man is a bloody and heartless creature. To believe otherwise is to be a fool.

  3. Phoghat says:

    Reblogged this on Thoughts of The Brothers Karamuttsov and commented:
    have to start on this series

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