Tuesday Top Five - Top Five Fantasy Book Covers

A new little thingy I'm going to do here, to hopefully have a bit more content on this blog, is do a "Top Five" of some sort every Tuesday. I probably won't do something quite so cliché as "Top Five Fantasy Series EVAR!~!!1!," but I will probably get pretty close to that stereotype - after all, if I was really creative, I would be a published author, not a blogger who talks about authors. :)

This week, we're going to look at the Top Five Fantasy Book Covers. It should be obvious that this is simply an opinion (though certainly, a correct opinion), and I will be going only on books that I have actually seen in person and read (I'm not going to go scouring the intrawebz for all the fantasy art ever, that's ridiculous. I'm just going to look at my bookshelf). I'm basing these rankings on an arbitrary standard of artistic quality, the degree in which the artist captures the characters/scenes from the books, and what kinds of emotions the art evokes in me. That should probably be good enough for now. Here we go.

#5 - Fitzpatrick's War



Okay, so this first one doesn't technically constitute as fantasy, but it's close enough in my opinion. I went into a local used books store about two years ago, and while just browsing around the fantasy section, came across this book. I had no idea what it was about, and did not even bother reading the description. I just loved the cover so much that I stuck it in my basket, and thirty minutes later, it was with me on my way home. Though the book actually takes place on earth in the future, the cover makes me think of a nation going to war in a time when magic was the only energy available to power up airships. Tom Kidd, the artist (also sometimes known as gnemo, apparently), seems to really love drawing zeppelins and airships. Click below for a larger, 'unbranded' image of the art.





#4 - The Thousand Orcs



Yeah, yeah, I know, it's one of those books with that guy in it. But seriously, that cover is pretty stout, and Todd Lockwood (the artist) is undeniably one of the finest fantasy artists in the world. He has painted, drawn, or whatever so many famous fantasy scenes, that whether you know it or not, you have seen his work. He is also one of the best at action scenes, and dark art - not dark in terms of color, but dark in terms of emotion. I really feel like Drizzt, in this picture, may be out of his league. But then again, that is because I have seen the entire picture, and not just the clipped up are you have viewed up above. Observe:



Just tell me it doesn't look like our drow hero is about to have a very bad day.



#3 - A Game of Thrones



So yeah, my eyes honestly kind of glaze over when I think of GRRM's infamous series. I know, I know, it's teh awesomez, but I cannot help but feel that Martin is something like the 'Stephen King of Fantasy,' as in, he just throws in gratuitous sex and violence just for the shock value, and not because either actually add to the story in any way. However, that doesn't mean that when this series first started, the cover art didn't draw me in. For whatever reason, I am always really drawn to scenes of winter. I saw this book in a Waldenbooks at the mall where I used to work, and had to get it. Steve Youll, the artist, does a good job I feel of capturing the decades-long winterscape. Plus, there's a bigass dire wolf in the full version.





#2 - Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn



So yeah, there was absolutely no way I could choose just one of these covers - each of these Michael Whelan covers are so beautiful, I have to put them up as a series. The Dragonbone Chair captures Simon, Miriamele, Binabik, and Qantaaa so perfectly, I have no doubt that Michael Whelan actually read the books. The cover for The Stone of Farewell so beautifully captures the Yasira, the butterfly pavillion in Jao e-Tinukai'i, as well as Simon's growth, his torment, and his most important possessions, that I felt like I was standing right next to the boy. And the final cover, of Jiriki, Aditu, Simon, and Miriamele on top of Green Angel Tower is breathtaking - so much so, that I'm just going to post the full, unbranded cover art from Michael Whelan's site for you to enjoy.





#1 - The Way of Kings



Speaking of Michael Whelan... the dude just gets it right. I think Sanderson has done a great job starting his epic story, and I think Whelan has contributed significantly to the novel. The art shows a strange world, with strange weather, with a heroic warrior preparing battle. On Tor.com, Whelan breaks down his process for crafting this masterpiece, and I feel confident in saying that the man loves what he does. I won't talk any more about it, once more, a link to the full picture in all its glory.



Looking over these, it seems to me to be pretty obvious that I like evocative pictures which seem very fantastical - I admit to not have a problem with Darrel Sweet's Wheel of Time art, for instance, but at the same time, the art really does nothing for me. So tell me, what have I missed?

-E.S.

On the "Wheel of Time" Casting Call project

For those (few) of you waiting for me to continue this project, I've decided to change up how I'm doing it. I am going to try to do the entire Series, instead of just tEotW, which means I have to resort a lot of characters. So please bear with me as I work out some kinks and then move on.

Memory Fading, Chapter 1 - A Fading Kind of Day

A humming filled the air. It was a low sound, a buzzing sound, like a bumblebee clumsily flying close to the ear. No, that’s not quite right, thought Jason. More like, somewhat similar to the hum that comes from the old organ at the Main Street Church. Jason should not have known that - most of Main Street had been OFF LIMITS since before he was born - but curious boys have always found ways into OFF LIMITS-types of places, and will always find reasons to explore when they should be using caution. A young boy was doing just that today, on October 16. The day was a special day for him - at least, as long as the sherfs did not catch him in an OFF LIMITS place.

Jason slipped a piece of sweetcherry into his mouth, and began humming himself, quickly and effortlessly finding the tone and frequency of the buzz coming from all around him. The fact that there was an actual note in the humming, and it wasn’t just toneless buzzing, was what made Jason compare it more to the organ than the bumblebee. He alternated his own humming to other pitches, harmonizing with the sound of the fading, creating a sort of tune. Softly, he vocalized a melody for a few moments, finding a bit of joy in bringing music to a world which had lost most of its musicality. It was a fun little mental exercise for him, and gave him a way to enjoy music, since most of the electrical instruments around Kanestown were no longer in working order - other than the OFF LIMITS organ, of course. He remembered that his father had had a piano, a tall black thing, with old ivory keys that had felt like a smoothed stone - just enough texture to grip the fingers, like very fine sandpaper. His father had played it for hours at night, singing to himself and Jason, or listening while Jason sang. Jason could not get to that piano now, and likely never would again. Quickly wiping his eyes, and looking around to make sure no one had seen the moisture - there was no one around in this part of town - he turned his attention back to the mass of darkness ahead.

A massive dome, over five hundred feet tall and several miles wide, seemingly arose out of the ground less than a hundred yards away from where Jason currently stood. It appeared to cut Jans P. Berret Elementary School in two, with some of the tall sections of the school building poking out of the low part of the fading like weeds out of a garden. The black mass, almost completely opaque from the outside, seemed to writhe with swirls of purple energy. If Jason looked hard enough, he could occasionally see moving shapes flickering about just beneath the surface of the dome, where all was not completely opaque. Those flickerings could very well be tricks of the mind, because as far as Jason had ever heard, no humans or animals could survive inside a fading. At that thought, a faint finger seemed to poke at the boy’s memory, but he stubbornly pushed it down - he would not cry on this important day. Instead, he concentrated again on the humming.

There really was no other word for it. The closer Jason came to the fading, the louder the humming became, though never any louder than Old Kane’s generator. It seemed to swell, or pulse, in some sort of rhythm that Jason almost felt he could understand. The sound did not get any louder with those pulses... just stronger, if that was possible, as though a man was singing, then another man had momentarily joined the first, but for that short time when two were singing, both men sang half as loudly as the first had alone. That wasn’t quite right either, but it was the closest analogy Jason could figure out. Sometimes, very rarely, the humming would change pitch ever so slightly, and at those times, the purples lines of energy in the fading would intensify, moving slightly faster, glowing slightly brighter. The boy had no theories for this rare event, but he couldn’t ask anyone else about it without admitting to being this close to a fading, so for the time being, he would puzzle secretly.

Idly humming along with the fading, Jason looked around. The sun was still three hands above the horizon, so he leaned back in the tiny nook of trees he had found, and closed his eyes. For some reason, with his eyes closed, the humming of the fading relaxed him and lulled him towards sleep. He could not explain it, and logically knew that from his history, fadings should make him quite anxious, but that simply was not the case. The pulsing tone seemed to clear his mind of all but the most conscious of thoughts, and if he simply concentrated on it, he could actually completely silence all the thoughts and feelings in his head. He allowed the humming to blank his mind, and before he had a moment to realize how dangerous that was, had dozed off in the shade of the trees.

* * * * * * * * * * *

He awoke with a start, and instantly noticed that sunlight was quickly fading. That thought gave him a quick chuckle of irony, and as he gathered up his small knife and bag of sweetcherries, he sang to himself.

Fading sunlight by the fading
Why it makes me keep waiting.
Day for the night is a’trading
Sunlight fades by the fading.

He grinned at his new song as he began to walk back towards the Hold. It certainly wasn’t his best song, but on such short notice, it made quick work of his little inside joke. Skipping occasionally, and finally settling into a slow jog, he glanced behind him again at the setting sun. He had at least an hour before sunset, so didn’t have to hurry too much. Martha wouldn’t scold unless you came in too close to dark, but he knew better than to do that anyway. Of course, if a sherf caught him this close to the fading, he would have bigger troubles than Martha’s paddle and scoldings.

Turning next to the old Exxco station, intending to head down Hamsburg Road and cross Strawhorse Lane, then head up Wellsford Road to get back to the Hold, Jason had sprinted a hundred feet when he heard laughing up ahead of him. Skidding to a stop, he panicked and looked around for a place to hide. Thinking quickly, he saw that he could either duck into Hay’s Apparel, or break a window across the street and hide in an old apartment complex. The window breaking may cause enough noise that whoever was coming would hear him; on the other hand, Hay’s was simply a large, empty room, long-since gutted, and wouldn’t provide much cover with its huge storefront windows.

Deciding to risk the noise, Jason ran to the apartment building. He dashed to the southwest side of the building, which would be to the laughing peoples’ backs as they walked southwest down the road. The shadows of the buildings were already growing dangerously long, but he knew that if he was caught this close to the fading, he would likely never be let out of the Hold again. He picked up a brick on the ground and quickly shattered a ground-level window of the building. Taking off his shirt, he wrapped his hands to protect them, and cleared enough glass to crawl through the opening. Once inside, he listened intently, and eventually heard more laughter and talking. He breathed a sigh of relief - they had not heard his window-breaking antics.

Feeling safe for a moment, Jason turned around to inspect the room he was in. The small apartment room had definitely been occupied, before the tenants had hurriedly abandoned it - likely in favor of living at the Hold. There were light blue sheets on the bed, and one of the dresser drawers was open, as though whoever had left had not had time to close it. Curiously, he peeked into the dresser and saw several balls of women’s socks stuffed next to some stockings and underwear. A hand-painted ceramic lamp stood atop the dresser, with the bulb removed. Looking up, he noticed the ceiling light’s bulb had been removed as well. He wondered idly who had lived here and why they would take their used bulbs with them while being in such an obvious rush to leave the place. He looked back out the window.

The talking and laughing was louder, but he wouldn’t be able to see the owners of the voices until they passed the building he was hiding in. It may be another minute or so. Turning back to the room, he was startled to see movement out of the corner of his eye. Gasping, he rounded on the culprit, knife drawn, and looked straight into his own reflection in a mirror on the back of the bedroom door.

Silently berating himself on his stupidity - after all, who would be wandering around a deserted town next to a fading but a stupid boy - he closed his knife, laying it on the nightstand, and looked at himself in the mirror. The person staring back had shaggy but close-cropped dark hair, a nose slightly too large, and the scruffiness of a boy first coming into manhood (and refusing to shave). Jason grimaced at his reflection. His hair, nose, and height - or lack of height, he thought bitterly - came from his father. Neither his father or mother had had his stark blue, almost violet, eyes, and many people had told him that they had never seen eyes as blue as his. He knew he was considered fairly attractive, but wished he could grow just a few more inches. Wishful thinking, he thought. Dad wasn’t any taller than this, so I doubt I’ll get much taller. He longed to be at least as tall as Alan, his best friend (who was also younger!), but would rather be as tall as Mr. Huitt, who stood above everyone else in Kanestown.

Fancying himself tall for a moment, he stood on the bed to see what it would look like to look down on everything. His head almost reached the ceiling and brushed the light fixture. It was a satisfactory feeling, and feeling giddy, he crouched and began hopping on the bed - there were no beds this soft back at the Hold, so maybe Martha or Tom would let him fetch this bed back with him. He would have to come up with a way to bring it to their attention without admitting where he had been, but he was sure he could think of something. His mind began to follow that train of thought, and it was not too long before he had concocted an elaborate ruse to convince everyone at the Hold to come to this apartment building and bring back dozens of mattresses. Thinking of it that way, he was a little surprised that no one had already thought of that. Or maybe they had, but people just simply felt it was too dangerous to head this far into the old town.

Suddenly, his hopping feet caught in one of the sheets, and crouched as he was, he quickly overbalanced. Before he could catch himself, he toppled top-side first off the end of the bed and hit the dresser with his shoulder. Wincing in pain, he had just enough time to see the bulbless ceramic lamp tip from the dresser. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as his hand grasped desperately to stop the lamp from falling, to no avail. The sound of the shattering lamp was staggering, with pieces flying in all directions, and Jason was sure it could be heard all the way to New York.

He held his breath, and heard what he had feared - the laughing outside had stopped, and low talking and quickly-advancing footsteps had taken its place. Cursing, Jason opened the bedroom door and stepped into the small hallway, quickly and silently closing the door behind him. Just in time, he saw faint lights beneath the door he had just exited - the people, whoever they were, were shining lights into the room. Without waiting to see if the people would explore the sound and follow him, he ran quietly for the entry door, through the apartment’s living room. He kicked an ottoman on his way to the door, banging his shin horribly, but caught himself from falling on his face by grabbing the doorknob. Just as he had expected, the door led to a hallway with other apartment doors, and a staircase up at the end. He knew he should be thinking of getting out of the building, but had no way of knowing if the people would stay around. If he could get to the roof, he could look down on all sides to make sure they were gone before he tried to escape.

As quickly and quietly as possible, nursing an already-bruising leg, he went up one, two, three flights of stairs. The stairs ended on the fourth floor, next to a metal ladder which climbed up the white wall to to end at a square in the ceiling. The ladder obstacle was quickly cleared, and Jason was soon pushing up the square trap door. Light filled his vision, but not full daylight; the trap door had opened up into an old attic instead of directly onto the roof. He saw windows all around and figured this may do just as well.

Limping over the old, wood floor boards, wincing with every creak beneath his feet, he first checked one of the three windows which looked out over Hamsburg Road. The men were nowhere to seen, but much to his dismay, the sun was sinking alarmingly low in the sky - only twenty or thirty minutes until the sun was completely gone. Jason quickly checked each of the other windows, and saw no one down the sides, or in the back courtyard of the apartment complex. I’ll just check one more time out front, and if they’re not there, I’ll assume they’re gone, he thought. He tried not to think about Martha’s saying about assuming, knowing that he would receive much worse than being called an 'ass' if he was caught in this building. He dashed back towards the center window.

Out front, he saw three men just stepping out from the side from where he had originally entered the apartments. They were talking low, and one of the men was pointing to something in his hand. The men turned to look at the building again, and Jason ducked out of the window. Damn! Of all my luck! One of the men was Terry Darns, a sherf, and had caught Jason once previously coming out of the Main Street Church. He was the worst of all the people who could discover him, rumored to be extremely brutal in his beating of people caught twice in an OFF LIMITS area. Jason winced when he thought about the bruises on Damion Rider’s chest and arms when the young man had once been caught canoodling with his lady friend too close to the fading. No, it would not do to be caught by Terry today. Risking another peek, he saw that Terry and turned away, looking again at the item in his hand. Turning it over, it glittered silver in the fading sunlight, and Jason gasped, his hand reaching for his belt. My knife! He remembered clearly laying it down before gazing at himself in the mirror. Stupid, STUPID!

The sherf and his depps turned west and walked towards the fading, and Jason figured it was definitely time to leave. He crept back across the attic floor to the trap door leading down, descended the ladder and stairs, and made his way back to the room he had originally entered. Crawling out the window and listening carefully, he wondered if the men might be waiting for him. Still, the sun was too low to risk waiting any longer. His father had believed that to be outside after dark was a sure way to never see your friends again, and Jason knew to trust in that advice. He crept out onto Hamsburg Road, then seeing no one around, began jogging northeast, trying his best to ignore the pain in his leg. As the shadows lengthened around him, his speed increased to a trot, then a dead run. He forgot all about his banged-up leg in favor of getting back to the Hold before dark. He turned north onto Wellsford and began running by the old abandoned houses towards the Hold. The last light of the sun was just disappearing when he rounded a curve and came to the main entrance to Kanestown. The guards were tidying up and preparing to close down the entry, and grinned knowingly at Jason as he scampered between the metal and wooden gates.

He was just starting to think that maybe his luck had changed for the better when he saw Martha standing in front of the Hold, arms on her hips and an angry look on her face. He had cut things pretty close, but at least he was in before dark! The scolding he received was not the worst he had had, but Martha refused to give him a cup cake, telling him that maybe next year, he would make it home in time to celebrate his own birthday.

The Dragonbone Chair Part Three, Chapters 7 - 9

Well, here I am, after a hiatus due to both personal family reasons, as well as spending a bit of time reading a book you may have heard about in the news lately. It's a good read, but I still think, at the end of it all, Tad Williams should have been chosen to finish Robert Jordan's legacy (if Williams would have even wanted to do so, that is).

But on to more important things - namely, part three of my very-slow-to-get-started re-read and analysis of Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn. As I will say with each and every entry into this series, If you have never read this series before, and have somehow found this site by accident, there WILL BE MASSIVE SERIES-BREAKING SPOILERS throughout this re-read and analysis. I do not believe I can stress this enough. DO NOT read this if you have never read the series before, unless you just don’t mind knowing how a many-thousand-page epic series concludes. There will be Spoilers. The will be MANY Spoilers. You have been warned.

Anyhoo, that's enough preamble, for we have a-streamin' astral anomalies, angsty adolescents, and amoral and atrocious apostates to read about! Let's go!

7 - The Conqueror Star

Summary

After Elias' coronation, the next few months go pretty easily for most people in the kingdom. Celebrations, festivities, and sports are a-plenty, and while some of the harder-working folks such as farmers grumble about the difficulty in getting work done with all the play going on, most people seem to take these things as good omens for the start of a new era in Erkynland.

Simon has continued his studies, and is currently practicing his letters while Morgenes inspects Simon's cleaning work on some beakers. Simon is frustrated that he cannot even read what he's writing, which Morgenes explains is exactly the point - that helps Simon concentrate on the shape of the letters better. Simon wants to know what is in the book, and asks about a particular picture.

. . . a grotesque woodcut of an antlered man with huge staring eyes and black hands. Cringing figures huddled at his feet; above the horned man's head a flaming sun hung against an ink-black sky.

"Like this," Simon pointed at the strange picture, "here at the bottom it says, 'Sa Asdridan Condiquilles' - what does that mean?"

"It means," Morgenes said as he closed the cover and picked the book up, " 'The Conqueror's Star,' and it is not the kind of thing that you need to know about." He placed the book on a precariously balanced stack against the wall."

Simon says he wants to learn things like Magic, and Morgenes explains to him that books are actually a kind of magic, as well as a trap - they can keep one entranced, or take one to faraway places. Simon, confused, asks "what about real magic? Magic like they say Pryrates does up in the tower?" This angers the doctor, who tells Simon not to compare him to Pryrates, as Pryrates is extremely dangerous. He then tells Simon that he must stay away from Pryrates, for Pryrates does not have the "right kinds of fear." He further explains that Pryrates is a madman.

"Let me put it another way." Morgenes twined the curl of snowy beard around his finger. "I spoke to you of traps, of searching for knowledge as though hunting an elusive creature. Well, where I and other knowledge-seekers go out to our traps to see what bright beast we may have been lucky enough to capture, Pryrates throws open his door at night and waits to see what comes in." Morgenes took the quill pen away from Simon, then lifted the sleeve of his robe and dabbed away some of the ink that had smeared on Simon's cheek. "The problem with Pryrates' approach," he continued, "is that if you do not like the best that comes to call, it is hard - very, very hard - to get the door closed again."

******

Isgrimnur and Josua are sparring, bantering with each other and tossing insults in a carefree way. After their match, they are approached by Elias and Pryrates, who had been watching. Isgrimnur takes this opportunity to ask Elias - who seems content to try to ignore the duke and watch Guthwulf and Count Eolair chase down a horse - to replenish the troops at the royal garrison at Vestvennby, which has been empty for over a month now.

Elias had returned his gaze to Guthwulf and Eolair, two small figures shimmering in the heat as they chased the diminishing stallion. He answered without turning. "Skali of Kaldskryke says that you have more than enough men, old Uncle. He says you are hoarding your soldiers at Elvritshalla and Naarved. Why is that?" His voice was deceptively light.

Before the startled Isgrimnur could reply, Josua spoke up. "Skali Sharp-nose is a liar if he says that. You are a fool if you believe him."

Elias whirled, his lip curling. "Is that right, brother Josua? Skali is a liar? And I should take your word for that, you who have never tried to hide your hatred of me?"

Isgrimnur tries to ease Elias by reminding him of Isgrimnur's friendship with their father, John, which incenses Elias even more. Pryrates calms the king down, seeming concerned with Elias' mood. Elias and Isgrimnur each make a strained apology and joke about foul tempers and foul weather.

"That is it." Elias turned and grinned broadly at the red-cloaked priest. "Pryrates, here, for all his holy standing in the Church, cannot seem to convince God to give us the rain we are praying for - can you, counselor?"

Pryrates looked at the king strangely, ducking his head back into the collar of his robe like an albino tortoise. "Pleas, my Lord . . ." he said, "let us resume our talk and leave these gentlemen to their swordplay."

Elias and Pryrates turn to leave, then Elias reconsiders and asks Josua to "make a few passes" with him. Josua concedes, and the two make some verbal jabs at each other, then spar vehemently. Josua asks about Bright-Nail after one pass.

"Bright-Nail?" said Elias, breathing a little heavily. "What do you mean by that? You know that it is buried with our father." He ducked an arching backhand and pushed Josua back.

"Oh, I know," said Josua, parrying, "but a king's sword - just like his kingdom - should be wisely," - a thrust - "and proudly," - a counter-thrust - " . . . should be wisely and carefully used . . . by his heir."

The dinnertime bells ring, and Isgrimnur breaks up the duel, noting the obvious hatred the brothers have for each other. Elias backhandedly thanks Josua for the "exercise," and leaves with the priest. Isgrimnur and Josua pick up their gear and also leave.

******

Simon is trying to convince Judith to give him a taste from the bread she is making, but Judith is having none of it. Simon is otherwise enjoying himself in the kitchens, which is his favorite place in the castle other than Morgenes' chambers. Judith keeps Simon away from the bowl, and he finally sits back and stops trying. He asks her why there's no snow, since it's almost Aedonmansa. She comments that there was also no rain in Novander, making for a dry winter. Simon mentions the town cows have been drinking from the moat.

"You can see the brown rings around the edges where the water's gone down. There are places you can stand where the water doesn't even reach your knees!"

"And you've found them all, I don't doubt."

"I think so," Simon replied proudly. "And last year this time, it was all frozen. Think of it!"

Judish admonishes Simon for being excited about something which will negatively affect the wellfare of the kingdom, but stops to ask Hepzibah, who has appeared behind Simon, what she needs. Hepzibah was sent by Rachel to fetch Simon, who seems happy by the prospect of following the pretty serving girl around. As he is leaving, Judith gives Simon a loaf of bread, claiming it was spoiled, but he had better not tell Rachel.

Simon catches up with Hepzibah and offers to share the bread with her. They pass out into the courtyard.

Hepzibah crossed her arms as if to hug herself. "Ooh, it's cold," said. It was actually fairly warm - blazing hot, considering it was Decander-month - but now that Hepzibah had mentioned it, Simon was sure that he could detect a breeze.

"Yes, it is cold, isn't it?" he said, and fell silent again.

Hepzibah chats with Simon about how she saw the princess a few days ago, and Simon things Hepzibah is prettier. Hepzibah continues that she has heard that princess Miriamele's father wants her to marry Earl Fengbald, but the princess really doesn't want to. She then coyly informs Simon that a soldier has been "mooning" around her, and that she (Hepzibah) and this soldier will one day be married. Simon makes a snide comment about the two of them, but then changes his tune and wishes them happiness. Sadly, he throws a stone at the wall.

******

Morgenes, walking the battlements, sees Simon and Hepzibah's interactions below, and wishes the boy some much-needed luck. Stealthily, Morgenes captures a messenger bird which he has been sent, and pulls out the message. It is an ominous note from Jarnauga, and says that the White Foxes are stirring again, and that "someone has been knocking at dangerous doors." As he finishes the letter, Pryrates approaches him from behind, commenting about the weather, and taunting Morgenes on the ease of capturing birds and intercepting their messages. He then leaves a troubled Morgenes alone.

Commentary

First of all, you should totally read this chapter on your own, if for nothing else but the humorous exchanges between first Simon and Morgenes, then Josua and Isgrimnur, and then Josua and Elias - though, admittedly, that third set of exchanges has a certain icky feeling of . . . ickiness . . . about them - and finally Simon and Judith (and Hepzibah). I didn't quote most of it, because out of context, those exchanges wouldn't really make a lot of sense, and I'm not going to plagiarize Williams (too much) by copying the entire chapter, but seriously, "On the other hand - ah, that was a poor choice of words, wasn't it?" is the coolest thing Elias ever says or does. Even though it certainly leaves one with a very uncomfortable feeling.

Simon is definitely starting to feel, at this point in the story, that he may have chosen the wrong line of work to lead the exciting life he wants. First he is bored with just learning to write script from ancient books, and then he is saddened to see that a soldier has won the affections of Hepzibah. His conversation with her has the awkward sadness expected in the romantic-antics of teens who believe they are in love, and as Simon often does, reminds me of similar awkward conversations I (may have) had growing up.

On the other hand, we all know what happens to most of the soldiers of Erkynland later, so it seems unlikely that Hepzibah and Lofsunu (what kind of name is that?) had much of a happy ending. After Simon leaves the Hayholt, do we ever hear anything else about her?

Morgenes is trying his damndest to keep Simon's mind on the right path, and has his work cut out for him, but his warnings about Pryrates, I have always thought, were a little weak, for what he was trying to do. Sure, it could be argued that Simon, as a fourteen-year-old boy, may not be able to fully comprehend and grasp what Morgenes would possibly tell him, but telling a teenager to "stay away from something," even if that something is a deadly priest, seems like a surefire way to get them to go investigate. More appropriate words would possibly have been, "Pryrates is a horrifyingly evil person, Simon, and will kill you without a second's hesitation, if you get in his way. Remember that poor little puppy dog from Chapter Six? Well, Pryrates would not consider you at all above that canine. Squishy like a bug. Capiche?" All things considered, that seems a bit stronger to me than metaphors about hunting and opened doors (though, the metaphor - very coolly - comes back again in Jarnauga's letter to Morgenes). Anyway, all that just to say, when you're warning a smart-ass kid/pre-adult to stay away from things that may cause terrible and untimely death, perhaps a bit more candidness could be expected, no?

Moving on, Josua seems to be pushing things a bit with his whole, "You need to be more responsible" analogy he gives Elias while they are sparring. Seriously, you know your brother is perhaps a bit mentally unstable, maybe pushing him - while he is swinging practice swords at you - is not the wisest course of action? I'm just saying.

During this scene, we do get to see some of political intrigue coming to the forefront. Skali is Elias' friend and ally, so Elias naturally favors him instead of the duke, who was Elias' father's friend and ally. Elias seems to certainly resent any comparisons between himself and his father, as well as reminders about how things used to be, but in my opinion, he took it a bit far. Of course, he has Wormtongue/Pryrates whispering in his ear, so his mind is probably already poisoned towards anything resembling reason.

Morgenes seems to have a healthy dose of. . . if not 'fear,' then at least wariness in regards to Pryrates. Though we weren't given a lot of details about his emotions while up on the battlements, I got the distinct impression that Morgenes hackles were certainly raised, much like a dog who is confronted by a larger, meaner predator - he will be damned if he will give up ground, but he knows he is likely out of his league. Simon says to Morgenes earlier in the chapter, "You use magic, too," but are we actually ever really given any indication that this is even true? Could Morgenes actually have a magical duel with the priest? We know he is an alchemist - his death scene proves that, if nothing else - but is there ever a time where he actually performs anything like magic? Most of the 'real' magic seen in the series comes from the Norns and the Sithi, with Pryrates throwing a bit out every now and then (poor Dinivan?). Geloe gets a bit in, but it's all very subtle - hints of her shape-changiness until close to her death. (Rambling) Anyone know about Morgenes magical prowess?

Elias' jab towards Pryrates about the weather seems to be a hint about something, but I can't really determine what. I see two likely scenarios. The first is, Elias, in his twisted mind, still believes that Pryrates prays to God (or at least prays to something), and is thus making a jab at Pryrates' religion, which results in the look Pryrates gives the king. This seems unlikely and a bit silly, but I suppose it's a possibility. The second is, Elias and Pryrates know that whatever magics they are performing in Hjeldin's Tower is having this effect on the weather, and this is just Elias' way of doing a bit of an inside joke with Pryrates. This one seems more likely to me, but are we ever shown in any way that Pryrates himself actually has any control of the weather? Because at this point, the Storm King isn't active yet (right?), since Elias hasn't been given Sorrow yet? And I seem to remember multiple wise-ish people throughout the series saying that the über-bad weather is the result of the Storm King's magic. Or am I just misremembering something?

And before we move on, one last thought - we are first introduced to Ineluki in this chapter (whether or not we know it), the series' prime antagonist. I find it interesting that his introduction is in the way of an almost-backhanded comment to his relationship with The Conqueror's Star. Also, Simon definitely sees antlers in the image - is that a trick of his eye because it is psychologically easier to see things sticking out of someone's heads as antlers, as opposed to a crown of branches, or is it likely an actual artists' rendition of the Storm King with antlers? It's easy for simple human minds (of which Simon has one) to see things they want to see, so I wonder if he just assumed antlers all along, until at the end of the story, he realizes it is actually tree branches?

8 - Bitter Air and Sweet

Summary

Simon has convinced "fat" Jeremias to begin practicing swordplay with him. He is frustrated at his lack of progress as Morgenes' apprentice, and also by the fact that Hepzibah seems attracted to a soldier, and would likely never want a simple kitchen boy. They wear each other out one day, and then head back to the castle, talking about becoming knights, and saving the king's life on a battlefield. Approaching the town, Simon sees Malachias, the 'spier-on-people,' and gives chase. He comes across a scene with a crying woman holding a dead child. He offers to get help from the castle, but is insulted as a 'king's man," and told harshly to get away. He and Jeremias leave, with Simon lamenting that those people seemed to hate him, and all he wanted to do was help.

Simon has a nightmare that night of a strange dancing ritual to which he is invited to join by Rachel and Jeremias. As they are saying his name, he wakes up, being shaken by Isgrimnur.

Isgrimnur watches as Simon has a coughing fit from being startled awake, and sympathetically slaps him on the back to help out. He then asks Simon where Towser sleeps. Simon leads Isgrimnur to Towser's bed, then ducks back away as Isgrimnur is done with him.

The youth turned and went back past Isgrimnur toward the doorway. As he brushed by, the duke was mildly surprised to note that the youth was nearly as tall as he was - and Isgrimnur was not a small man. It was the boy's slenderness, and the way he hunched when he walked, that made his size less evident.

It's a pity nobody's taught that one to stand up, he thought. And most likely he never will learn in the kitchens, or wherever.

Isgrimnur attempts to shake Towser awake, but he drunk man keeps sleeping. Finally, the duke lifts the bard up by his feet and dangles him in the air, then taps the old man's head on the floor. Towser screams to be let down, and once released, struggles into sitting position, poking at the duke. The duke curtly informs Towser that Josua has disappeared from the Hayholt. Josua had missed a meeting with the duke after the prince had informed Isgrimnur that he had important news to give him. Towser assures Isgrimnur that the prince is likely in no danger, and has probably just left on some errand and will be back soon. This mollifies the duke a bit, and he and Towser carry on a conversation about the old days.

Simon is revealed to have been listening, and goes back to his bed to sleep.

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On a hot Feyever afternoon, Morgenes has brought Simon, Jeremias, and Isaak, 'a young page from the upstairs residence' into the Kynswood with him to forage for ingredients for his alchemy recipes. After warning them not to be stupid and eat poisonous mushrooms, the doctor leaves Simon in charge to lead the three boys about and search for the items. Once out of the doctor's immediate vicinity, Simon and Jeremias begin whispering about their plan to get Morgenes to sign a permission form for them to join the king's guard. They get to work on hunting supplies.

Awhile later, the boys are resting after having gathered many of the items on Morgenes' list. Isaak is telling the other two of a plague currently going on in Meremund. Elias has given Guthwulf control of the situation, and the earl has apparently used his powers to quarantine large sectors of the city. Simon and Jeremias are amazed to hear that Guthwulf's people have been locking plague victims in their homes, and then burning the buildings down to stop the spread of disease.

Morgenes interrupts their rest with demands to know what they have found. As he examines their takes, Simon springs his plan into action, asking if Morgenes will sign a recommendation for Jeremias to be admitted to the guards. He then offers to write the letter himself (to 'practice his letters') and just have Morgenes sign. Morgenes things this is a great idea and shows great initiative on Simon's part, which makes Simon feel terrible for deceiving the old man.

Suddenly Jeremias screams at having found a corpse in the woods. Morgenes calms the boys down and investigates the body, finding that the man, whoever it was, had been murdered by an arrow, and had broken the arrow off. The group hurries back to the castle.

Commentary

A relatively short chapter where, all things considered, not a lot happens. Mainly, we see get to see the beginning and middle phases of Simon's plan to get out of Morgenes' apprenticeship and into the castle guards. It speaks well of Simon that he feels bad after the praise Morgenes gives him, but boys will be boys, I suppose, and I admit I did a few things like that when I was younger that I know hurt people who cared deeply for me.

The first of Simon's dreams shows up here, and it's an interesting one to me. I believe we find out later that part of the reason Simon has a bit of the whole 'chosen' stigma attached to him is because, after his confrontation with Pryrates at the Anger Stones, where Pryrates wasn't able to properly end his spell, part of the mad priest's thoughts and mind are always with Simon throughout the rest of the story. So, we get the feeling through three books that Simon is 'chosen' in some way, and then find out he's actually just got really bad luck. But then it turns out he kinda is chosen - maybe not by prophecy or by the gods, but he certainly is a very important person who has to do what needs to be done. So with all that being said, I always thought the dreams Simon has are a little misleading. The books seem (to me) to imply, as is standard in the genre of fantasy, that there is great meaning to the dreams, and that Simon is of great import. But then we see that (most of) those later dreams come from his connection with Pryrates. And this first dream seems to really indicate that Simon is not, in fact, 'chosen,' by nature of the fact that everyone around him (according to Isgrimnur) is having the same dream. So I don't know where I'm going with this, except to say that it's a bit confusing what Williams is trying to tell us here.

A lot of time passes in these chapters. When John died, it was Decander. His body required forty days of preparation, which puts us into Jonever by his funeral. Then over a year passes in the next two chapters. A lot of these coming-of-age stories do things like this. I remember the Belgariad had a lot of Garion being very young, up to a sixteen-year-old boy, in the space of just one book. So, it's not uncommon. However, I do recall a bit of disconcertment the first time I read the series, at the staggering amount of time that goes by in the first ten chapters of the book. Obviously, the life of a scullion, farmer, fisherman, or whathaveyou-generic-job of the protagonist is not interesting enough to tell us everything they go through for two years!

Interspersed between the Simon sections of this chapter are bits of intrigue. We learn of Josua being missing, and since it's a fantasy novel, we know that that is Not A Good Thing, Yo. Then, we find the body in the forest.

Finally, a note on Guthwulf's tactics in Meremund. To modern-day human beings, it is unthinkable to picture entire sections of towns being closed up, locked up, and burned down, with sick-but-living people inside them, just to prevent the spread of disease. To a pre-industrial society, however, where the answer to "can you cure my child's sickness" often involved either leeches or rusty knives, I think the coercive quarantine of a group of people to keep a pandemic from spreading was pretty much considered "A-okay." Simon and Jeremias' reactions to Isaak's story is one of shock and amazement, but I would not have been surprised to hear that King John may have done the same thing had a plague broken out in Erchester.

9 - Smoke on the Wind

Summary

"Did you get it? Did he guess?" Still pale for all his hours in the sun, Jeremias bobbed along at Simon's side like the sheep's-bladder float on a fisherman's net.

"I've got it," Simon growled. Jeremias' agitation irritated him; it seemed out of keeping with the masculine gravity of their mission. "You think too much."

Jeremias took no offense. "As long as you've got it," he said.

The two walk through town towards Saint Sutrin's cathedral, which is currently housing Count Breyugar. They approach the guards at the door, demanding to be let in, and Simon is a bit indignant about the lackadaisical attitude the guards have - 'When he was a guardsman, he would carry himself with a great deal more style than these bored, unshaven idiots.' On the way to the count's office, Jeremias has to pull nosy Simon away from exploring - they note along the way that the guards have not taken great care to keep the cathedral well-kept, and that priests laboriously clean up after the guards. Eventually, they make there way to Breyugar's presence.
The count is in the middle of dinner and reads the letter from the two with disinterest.

". . . Please consider the . . . bearers . . . for service under your Lordship's guidance . . ." Breyugar read aloud. His emphasis gave Simon a panicky moment - had he noticed the 's' Simon had added to 'bearer?' He had made it a bit squeezy so it would fit.

The constable looks at the boys for a moment, and brusquely and rudely dismisses them and their request, as he has no need for soft 'castle-mice.' The boys head back to the castle silently and sadly. Later, Simon breaks his practice sword.

******

Isgrimnur is waiting in a deserted room in the Hall of Records for a meeting with Eolair of Nad Mullach. The count finally arrives, with a warning for Isgrimnur to stay silent, as there are people moving about outside. The two consider that what they are about to speak about may be considered treason, then ask who will speak first.

"There is no need to worry who will speak first," the count said.

For a moment the flush of Eolair's face, the color on his high, thin cheekbones, reminded the older man of something he had seen once, years ago; a haunting figure glimpsed across fifty yards of Rimmersgard snow.

One of the 'white foxes,' my father called that one.

Isgrimnur wondered if the old stories were true - was there really Sithi blood in the Hernystiri noble houses?

Isgrimnur says that though Elias cannot be held accountable for the weather, the king is surely to blame for keeping Isgrimnur locked up in the Hayholt while his people are suffering far to the north from a terrible winter. The king just drinks and parties with his friends all day while the wells dry up, taxes and levies rise, and people become disgruntled in the populace. Eolair agrees that Elias and his nobles are eating and drinking the country into famine and destitution, when they should be guiding the people to a better life. Isgrimnur says that Elias was a good man once, before Pryrates got into his council, and wonders what the priest could have offered the king. Eolair does not know.

They then talk about the fact that the body which was found by Morgenes was Bindesekk, one of Isgrimnur's men, who the duke sent north to let his son Isorn know of the troubles in Erchester, and to beware of Skali. He is unsure if Skali's men actually killed Bindesekk, but thinks it is unlikely, since the body was so poorly hidden. They end their conversation by wondering the most important question - where is Prince Josua?

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Simon is spending an afternoon on the roof of the chapel, trying to avoid both Morgenes and Rachel. He sees a cat running across the roof and follows it to its little nook.

Simon, despite having seen only its tail and back legs thus far, felt a sudden affinity for this outlaw roof cat. Like him, the cat knew the secret passages, the angles and crannies, and went where it would without leave. Like himself, this gray hunter made its way without the concern or charity of others . . .

Even Simon knew that this was a terrible exaggeration of his own situation, but he rather liked the comparison.

He settles himself in to wait for the cat to show itself again, remembering that Rubin the Bear had told him the Erkynguard was going to Falshire, to settle a dispute with the wool merchants' guild. He had climbed up to this same roof on Tiasday and watched the guards march out of the city under the command of Earl Fengbald.

Much later, Simon is in the middle of a daydream when the cat finally peeks out of its hiding space. Simon goes very still as the cat comes out to play with a loose piece of flint on the roof. He is delighted for awhile to watch the cat play, until finally he laughs, which scares the cat back into its hidey-hole. Simon chases it, yelling for the scatter-catter, but notices something on the horizon. It is smoke rising in the air as Falshire is burning.

Commentary

Ah, the sad end to Simon's relatively well-thought and reasonably-implemented plan of becoming a guard. You can tell it crushes his dreams when Breyugar so casually turns the boys away, and it is once again a reminder that we read the story of a barely-turned-teen, who has never really experienced serious rejection before - though he is nothing more than a scullion, he has a home, food, and duties, and is mostly well provided for. This is likely the first time in his life that he's had a very true dream or goal about something, and seen it crushed. Oh, you poor fool, how little you realize what is soon to come.

More subterfuge and intrigue from the duke in this chapter, and things are definitely starting to take on a more ominous tone. For Simon, the world just keeps on a-spinnin', but the other people in the castle are starting to have real issues and concerns with the way Elias runs his house. We now know for certain that the prince is actually missing (though, we really should have known that before as well), and we see from the duke that there are many political factions starting to become apparent, and that other kingdoms are having issues with Elias' laws and proclamations as well.

The dire circumstances of Isgrimnur and his homeland are perhaps some of the saddest of all. Though not apparent right at this moment, it seems to me, over the course of the series, that Rimmersgard takes the most casualties, in terms of both people and places, on the whole of the confrontation with the Storm King. His lands are destroyed by freak blizzards which are far worse than the Rimmersmen are used to, then ravaged by Norns. Hernystir takes a beating too, but from what I can recall right now, it seems like Rimmersgard is essentially put on the 'Endangered Kingdoms List,' by the end of the third book. Hell, Erkynland doesn't fare well either for that matter, nor do the Wrannamen (all taken by ghants?). Maybe Nabban is the only kingdom that isn't thrown to waste by Elias - instead, it is hit when Josua comes stomping through near the end of the series. So maybe I just don't know what I'm talking about - it's possible, but I'm admitting nothing, I tell you. Nothing!

Oh, and 'Hey Cat!' We meet another very important character to the series, ol' Scatter-Catter. I believe the cat takes on a few different names from Simon, Rachel, and Guthwulf over the course of the story, but I always liked Scatter-Catter the best. I cannot recall if Simon, when he goes through his ordeals in To Green Angel Tower, remembers or realizes that the cat who helps him then is the same cat now, though that seems unlikely. There are a lot of cats in the world, especially before the days of spaying and neutering, so it is unlikely he would think it to be the same creature.

I hope the little bugger made it out okay, though - it saved a few peoples' lives, which in turn saved the day, so Simon giving it a soft bed, some squishy mouse-parts, and granting it some sort of royal title or something would be the least he could do.

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Done! I should be able to get back to a more reasonable schedule on this now, so maybe another week before the next part. Hope you enjoy, thanks for reading.

Update on lack of updates.

Sorry about the lack of an update on MS&T reread and WoT Casting Call - personal 'real life' issues in the way, should be soon.

The Dragonbone Chair Part Two, Chapters 4 - 6

Greetings, and welcome back to my re-read of Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn. I apologize for the delay in getting this post up, and can only say that unfortunately, Real Life Sucks sometimes, yo. Let's not dally.

As with last time, a note about spoilers and this re-read: If you have never read this series before, and have somehow found this site by accident, there WILL BE MASSIVE SERIES-BREAKING SPOILERS throughout this re-read and analysis. I do not believe I can stress this enough. DO NOT read this if you have never read the series before, unless you just don’t mind knowing how a many-thousand-page epic series concludes. There will be Spoilers. The will be MANY Spoilers. You have been warned.

These first few chapters have a lot of exposition, so there unfortunately isn't as much to talk about yet that I would like really like to delve into, but that shall be coming soon.

Let's get started!

4 - Cricket Cage

Summary

Simon is searching around Morgenes' chambers for a suitable place to put his new birds, while the Doctor continued searching for some manuscript. Simon is about to place the birds into a seemingly docile container when Morgenes screams for him to stop, and then shows him that the container actually has a cleverly camouflaged predator at the bottom. He finds an old cricket cage for Simon, and then asks Simon how best they can serve each other on this fine day. Simon glumly realizes that the Doctor fully intends to require work out of Simon in exchange for his “stories” and tutelage in this apprenticeship.

"Ah. A small aversion to menial labor?” The doctor cocked an eyebrow. “Understandable but misplaced. One should treasure those humdrum tasks that keep the body occupied but leave the mind and heart unfettered. Well, we shall strive to help you through your first day in service. I have thought of a wonderful arrangement.” He did a funny little jig-step. “I talk, you work. Good, eh?”

Morgenes fetches a broom for Simon and begins talking about the history of Osten Ard again, while Simon begins ruefully sweeping up dust and debris from various spots around the room. Morgenes coaxes out of Simon the fact that it is currently the year 1163 since The Founding of the Nabbanai Imperium, which once ruled all the human lands of Osten Ard. These humans lived side by side with the Sithi, who reigned primarily in the Hayholt, then called Asu’a. He once again pauses to get Simon back to work, pointing out a footprint-shaped sooty patch on the wall that needs cleaning.

"Ahhhh, many thanks to you. I’ve been wanting to get that down for months - since last year’s Harrow’s Eve, as a matter of fact. Now, where in the name of the Lesser Vistrils was I. . .?”

Morgenes begins to answer Simon’s question about what the Sithi actually are, explaining that they are the oldest beings, and they will be here long after humans are gone. They are very different from humans, and live a very long time. The Sithi long had peace with the humans, trading for things from the Hernystiri humans in the west, the Southern Islands, and -

Simon’s patience was at an end. “But what about the shipmen, the Rimmersmen? What about the iron swords?”

Morgenes explains that the Nabbanai Imperium lasted until the Rimmersmen came to Osten Ard. Nabban pulled from the north and the Rimmersmen occupied most of that now-vacant territory. Simon dozes off for a moment, and with Morgenes’ awakening of him, realizes he has leaned against the wall and the rest of the sooty patch he has been cleaning is now on his back. He attempts to clean himself as Morgenes continues. The Rimmersmen named their new northern kingdom Rimmersgard, and began trying to conquer other lands. As he moves onto this part of the story, Morgenes begins to have Simon move around clutter in the room, often interrupting his “story” with directions on where to move various items. The Rimmersmen often killed the Sithi as they expanded. The Hernystiri, the closest human allies of the Sithi, allied with the Fair Folk against Fingil, king of the Rimmersmen, and in the year 663, the two armies had a major battle. The Sithi and Hernystiri were able to hold on for five days, but they were betrayed by Thrithings-men from the east. Ten thousand Hernystiri died, and many Sithi as well.

"Ten thousand!" Simon whistled. His eyes shone with the terror and grandness of it all.

Morgenes noted the boy’s expression with a small grimace, but did not comment.

The war was basically over, though the Sithi held on for three more years at Asu’a. The Erl-king’s son used a terrible magic spell which saved the few Sithi who could be saved, but most fled. The Rimmersmen ruled the Hayholt for several more centuries, until the dragon came. Simon tries to push Morgenes into telling him more about the Erl-king’s son, as well as about King Prester John, but Morgenes seems upset and won’t tell anymore. When Simon apologizes, and thanks the Doctor for his “story,” Morgenes explodes that it’s “History!” and sends Simon off, to come back the next day and actually work.

Simon makes his way back towards the Inner Bailey, thinking about how boring things look right now, but how this place used to be exciting, where important things happened. As he nears his destination, he looks up to see a beautiful girl standing on a balcony. He stands tall for a moment, feeling as though his burdens are gone, but then remembers that Rachel is waiting for him with a cold dinner.

A certain indefinable weight climbed back into its accustomed seat, bending his neck and slumping his shoulders as he trudged toward the servant’s quarters.

Commentary

Phew, that's a lot of exposition, folks! In fact, I really don't feel I've done this chapter justice, but I believe that's the best I can do for right now with summarizing it. There is a lot I have left out, including specific place and people names, such as some of the Imperators of Nabban who later have important historical significance. There is also a lot of the humor of the Morgenes-and-Simon interactions - especially pertaining to Morgenes directing Simon around the room, finding things for him to clean - that I have purposefully left out, because it simply wouldn't be the same reading it in summary form, and I'm not going to write the entire chapter!

The main thing I take from this chapter is that once again, Tad Williams has done an amazing job in crafting a world, and he has used a brilliant literary technique to give us, the readers, history lessons - he has made the main character to be a young boy who has no idea what is going on in the world, and must therefore have things explained to him in great detail, and often! It's a beautiful and calculated move on Tad's part, and it worked perfectly, in my opinion.

I think the most important part of this chapter, though, is the connection between Simon and Morgenes, even this early in the story. Morgenes is very obviously Simon's fatherly influence in these early chapters, and many of the things he says here, to teach and prepare Simon, are expanded upon much later, in much greater detail.

The last paragraph, and in particular, the last quote I posted above, are very important to me as well. They seem to show that Simon certainly has the aspirations to be great, and feels that he should be, but is possibly knocked down a few pegs here and there by those who believe him to simply be unsuited for anything other than scullery-type work. It's an unfortunate truth that this is a Real Thing, which happens to Real Humans in the Real World, and makes it that much more easy to relate to.

5 - The Tower Window

Summary

King John has taken sick again at the end of the year, and the word has spread to all the lands of Osten Ard - Prester John is dying. Each of the kingdoms, dukedoms, etcetera sends delegations and honoraries to be at the Hayholt when the end comes, and most of the people get along fine. Prince Elias' soldiers and Prince Josua's retainers are the exception, often quarreling with each other.

Simon is given the task one fine Satrtinsday of taking several pennies to the market to pick up some kitchen essentials for Judith the cook. She has also given him a fithing piece to spend on himself, which has him very excited. He runs and skips out to the Nearulaugh Gate, and is almost run over by a carriage. He looks inside as it passes.

He had a brief glimpse of the driver, dressed in a dark, hooded cloak lined with scarlet. The man's eyes raked him as the cart hurtled past - they were black and shiny, like the cruel button-orbs of a shark; although the contact was fleeting, Simon felt almost that the driver's gaze burned him. He reeled back, clutching at the stone facing of the gate, and watched as the cart disappeared around the track of Outer Bailey.

The gate guards shoo Simon on after making sure he is not hurt, and Simon runs off towards the market. He sees many people on Main Row, off all nationalities. While admiring the pomp of some Nabbanai legionaries, and looking closely at their swords, he gets accused of attempting to cut their purses. Several of the legionaries bully him for a moment before heading on, and Simon then finds a man looking at him.

"Your pardon, my young lad," he said, with a Hernystirman's crackling burr, "I only wished to find out if you were safe, then, if those goirach fellows had done you harm." The stranger reached out to Simon and patted him, as if searching for damage.

Simon tells the man he is fine, and the man introduces himself as Brother Cadrach ec-Crannhyr, of the Vilderivan Order, and tells Simon he is in town with Prince Gwythinn. They chat for a moment, and Simon is about to take his leave, when Cadrach asks if Simon can show hm around town. Simon accepts, hoping to hear stories from this seemingly-nice man.

The two wander around the city, with Cadrach poking fun at various people, or telling stories. He buys Simon and himself some sweets, they watch a play about Usires being hung upon the Execution Tree, and eventually Cadrach says farewell. It is only after the priest is gone that Simon realizes he no longer has his purse, and must return to Judith in shame. Even Morgenes seems surprised at Simon's carelessness, and Simon feels very low.

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A few days later, Simon is in a mood. Morgenes is busy working on something with Inch, which leaves Simon needing something to do. He decides to take his dinner and climb Green Angel Tower. He heads up through the throne room, having to sneak to avoid priests, and pauses to admire the Dragonbone Chair - made from the bones of the dragon Shurakai, whom Prester John had slain in his youth - as well as to look at the six statues of the previous Hayholt kings. He remembers a rhyme, taught to him as a young child, that gives a singsong history of the Six Kings of the Hayholt.

The sixth statue, closest to the throne's right arm, was Simon's favorite: the only native Erkynlander who had ever sat on the Hayholt's great seat. He moved closer to look into the deep-cut eyes of Saint Eahlstan - called Eahlstan Fiskerne because he came from the fisher-people of the Gleniwent, called The Martyr because he, too, had been slain by the fire-drake Shurakai, the creature destroyed at last by Prester John.

Unlike the Burned King on the throne's other side, the Fisher King's face was not carved in a twist of fear and doubt: rather the sculptor had brought radiant faith into the stony features, had given opaque eyes the illusion of seeing faraway things. The long-dead artisan had made Eahlstan humble and reverent, but had also made him bold. In his secret thoughts, Simon often imagined that his own fisherman father might have looked like this.

Simon spooks himself a bit by thinking of the statues coming to life, then continues on his journey to Green Angel Tower. He has to climb up to and jump over some pretty dangerous and snow-slippery walls and paths, and manages to hurt his knee with a band jump. He eventually makes it into the Tower and the winding staircase which leads very high into the sky, thinking about the castle and Tower.

The castle folk said that this tower was the only part of the original Sithi stronghold that remained unchanged. Doctor Morgenes had once told Simon that this was untrue. Whether that meant that the tower had indeed been changed, or simply that other unsullied remnants of old Asu'a still remained, the doctor - in his maddening style - would not say.

Simon eventually makes it to the bell chamber, which is as high as the staircase goes. Simon gazes out across all the lands for a little while, trying to keep himself warm in the chilling wind, and occasionally munching on his food. All around, he can see parts of the city itself, and miles away.

He stays up in the Tower for several hours, and eventually begins heading down, nursing his injured knee. When he makes it back to the place where he first entered the Tower, he hears retreating footsteps even further below himself. This makes Simon curious as to who else would be leaving the Tower, and speeds up to see who it may be. At the bottom, he looks around, and sees two feet sticking out from beneath a tapestry. He tries to surprise the spy by pulling the tapestry aside.

Instead of flying open to reveal the spy, the massive hanging tore free of its stays and billowed down like a monstrous, stiffened blanket. Simon had only a momentary glimpse of a small, startled face before the weight of the tapestry knocked him to the ground. As he lay cursing and struggling, badly tangled, a brown-clad figure shot by.

Simon stumbles to his feet and catches the person, demanding to know who he is. It is a small boy, with dark hair, who says he is Malachias. Simon demands to know why Malachias was following him.

The youth turned and stared sullenly. His eyes were quite dark.

"I wasn't spying on you!" he said vehemently.

As the boy averted his face once more, Simon was struck by a feeling that he had seen something familiar in this Malachias' face, something he should recognize.

Simon asks again who Malachias is, trying to find out if they know one another, but Malachias pushes himself away, causing Simon to fall hard. Malachias runs through a door, closing it behind him very loudly. Simon is still stunned when sexton Barnabas comes in to investigate, surely landing him in trouble yet again.

Commentary

Hello Cadrach, you crazy, crazy monk, you! We welcome you to our re-read, even knowing that you will contribute much to the grindings of our teeth as the story continues!

This is the very first place we ever heard of Cadrach, which isn't that surprising if you think he's just a minor character. Of course, as well know, Cadrach is very, very far from the minor, throwaway character he seems to be at first. I believe I remember Tad saying in an interview, or online somewhere, that originally, Cadrach was not meant to have quite as large a role as he ended up having. I don't know what changed Tad's mind, unless he just had decisions to make on how to progress the story, and using a character who had already been introduced seemed smarter than creating new characters, but I've always liked Cadrach's character and role, and am thus happy Tad did make him more important to the story.

Even though we do not get to know Cadrach very well in this first book, I believe even the most casual reader can see the deep sadness within him, and can see that he is not all that he seems, especially from his thoughts on Usires, Crexis, and "the Manipulator." My father being the minister that he is, I believe I would have to do some double-takes if I ever heard him speaking of God the way Cadrach does of his own God.

I must say, even though I did not know Cadrach's character, even the first time I read this story, I was immediately suspicious when Simon's purse turned up missing. I won't say that I proclaimed, "Oh, it was Cadrach, that filthy thief," but I may have thought, "Huh, it sure was awfully suspicious when Cadrach was patting Simon down like that..."

Onward!

We receive yet another clue (this time in a sneaky bit of foreshadowing) about Simon's heritage, and his relationship with Eahlstan Fiskerne. I just point this out so that we can make sure to keep count of the numerous clues we are given that Simon has royal heritage, so that it doesn't seem at the end of the series that Tad just threw this in as an aside.

Re - Simon's climbing of the Tower, I must admit, I've never gotten a very clear picture of just how tall the Tower really is. There are hyperbolic examples of "how long one would fall from the top to the bottom," and the likes, but is it ever mentioned in feet, yards, cubits, or whatever exactly how tall the blasted Tower is?

I love the description of the bell chamber. I've been inside a bell chamber once before, probably not nearly as grand as this one, and it struck me as a sacred-kind of a place. We learn much later that it is indeed, a very sacred kind of a place, but even before its importance is revealed, it seems like the kind of place where I would like to just sit in silence and contemplate the world (if I did things like that).

And finally, Hello Miriamele! We'll visit you more later, you mean little spier-on-people, you!

6 - The Cairn on the Cliffs

Summary

Because of his capture by Barnabas, Simon is punished by confinement to the servant's quarters. He is miserable for the last few days of Novander. Finally, by week two of Decander, Simon is allowed to continue his apprenticeship with Morgenes, though he was still required to be back in the servant's quarters by dinnertime each evening. Morgenes begins teaching Simon to read, which Simon finds very painful.

On Decander 21, Saint Tunath's day, Simon is sent to Morgenes' chambers for a second time to help find some essentials for the Aedonmansa festivities and preparations. At Morgenes' door, it takes awhile for the Doctor to answer, and Simon can hear voices inside. Once he does, Simon enters the room to see that Prince Josua is in the room, discussing Prester John's sickness with Morgenes. Simon notes that Morgenes seems agitated:

Now Morgenes, whom Simon had not seen in this sort of mood, plucked an object on a golden chain out of his robe and handled it agitatedly. In Simon's knowledge, the doctor - who loved to scorn pretension and show - had never worn jewelry of any kind, either.

Simon hears that Morgenes is writing about the life of king Prester John, and notes that Morgenes seems full of secrets this morning. Josua continues asking the Doctor for help with the king, even if it's just something to ease his pain. They are interrupted when one of Josua's retainers, Deornoth, runs into the room with grave news.

"The king, Lord, your father the king . . . Bishop Domitis said . . . that he is dead."

Josua rushes out of the room, with Deornoth following.

When Simon turned to Morgenes, the doctor was staring after them, his old eyes shining and brimful.

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There are forty days of preparation mandated before Prester John's body is lain into the ground. During this time, the kingdom weeps and grieves. John will be laid to rest on Swertclif, where the six mounds of the other Hayholt Kings are. Many mourning parties gather in the city, including the Lector of the Holy Church himself, Lector Ranessin.

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Lector Ranessin and Father Dinivan are discussing the gaudy litter that has been brought for the Lector to be carried in, which they send away. Ranessin despises unnecessary pomp, having little good to say of the guards and escorts required to walk with him.

Ranessin thinks to himself that there is hope for Elias, John's successor.

The prince was undoubtedly courageous, decisive, bold - all traits rare in the songs of great men. The king-to-be was also short-tempered and somewhat careless, but - Duos wulstei - these were faults often cured, or at least softened by responsibility and good counsel.

Ranessin decides he will send a trustworthy advisor to assist the new king - perhaps Velligis - to counteract "Elias' bloody-minded young nobles, and that blowing idiot, Bishop Domitis."

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On the first of Feyever, Simon - hiding in the unused choir loft - watches the nobles in resentful fascination. He feels that it is wrong that those who live(d) in the castle with King John should be scurrying around, while all these people from far away have the best seats for the funeral.

Lector Ranessin says numerous prayers for the fallen king, speaking first in Nabbanai, but then changing to "country-plain Westerling," Prester John's language. The Lector tells the story of Lord Usires hanging upside down on the Execution Tree, and his last moments before dying, reminding those in attendance that John is now with their holy Lord.

After the Lector finishes speaking, and everyone leaves the chapel, Simon watches again as body servants dress the king and do the final preparations. He is dressed in his ceremonial armor, and taken away.

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Duke Isgrimnur watches Prester John's body pass by him on the journey up to Swertclif, remembering the times they had battled together against Thrithingsmen.

He watches then as Elias, the Lector, Josua, and Miriamele - Elias' only child - follow the procession. John's body is lain out on his boat, Sea-Arrow, and then forty soldiers lift the boat up by poles and bear it the half a league towards the Swertclif grave. The boat is lowered into the massive hole, and then honoraries from all the surrounding areas each bring gifts with which to leave so that John may take them with him to the afterlife. Isgrimnur brings to the king his black war-boots, and places them onto the dead king's feet. Backing out, he nearly steps on Prince Josua.

Isgrimnur was shocked to see that Josua carried John's sword Bright-Nail on a gray cloth.

What happens here? Isgrimnur wondered. What is he doing with the sword?

As the Duke reached the first row of the crowd and turned to watchi, his unease deepened: Josua had lain Bright-Nail on the king's chest and was clasping John's hands about the hilt.

Isgrimnur is very disturbed that the sword is being buried, as it should be kept with Elias, and at the very least, Elias should be laying the sword in the grave himself, not Josua. He then watches as Elias walks into the grave to say goodbye.

The heir to the throne bent over the gunwale of the boat. What he sent with his father no one could see, but it was noted by all that although a tear sparkled on Elias' cheek when he turned, Josua's eyes were dry.

Final prayers are said, and then the grave is closed, ending the ceremony.

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Simon is in attendance as a servant for the feast that night, where it is noted that Isgrimnur, "one of John's most faithful knights," is slighted by having to sit away from the high table with Prince Josua, while around Elias' table sit others who had not been known to be John's friends. At the high table are Guthwulf of Bhutanese, Fengbald the Earl of Flashire, Breyugar of the Westfold, Skali of Kaldskryke, and others. Eventually, Simon notices a newcomer come into the room and wedge himself between Elias and Guthwulf, who sit at the high table.

The newcomer was robed in most unfunereal scarlet, with black and gold piping wound about the hem of his voluminous sleeves. As he leaned forward to whisper in Elias' ear, Simon watched him in helpless fascination. The man was completely hairless, without even eyebrows or lashes, but his features were those of a youngish man. His skin, tight-stretched on his skull, was notably pale even in the flaring orange rushlight; his eyes were deep-sunken and so dark that they seemed only shiny black spots below his naked brows. Simon knew those eyes - they had glared out at him from the hooded cloak of the car-driver who had nearly run him down at Nearulagh Gate. He shuddered and stared. There was something sickening but enthralling about the man, like a swaying serpent.

Simon is interrupted out of his staring by a young man who introduces himself as Sangfugol, who is simply looking for some more wine. The two speak for awhile, with Sangfugol making jokes at Isgrimnur's expense, and the two share a drink. Sangfugol is part of Josua's retinue, and is the prince's personal harpist, which surprises Simon, who assumes Josua wouldn't like music.

They continue talking, and Sangfugol informs Simon that the scary man he had been looking at is in fact Pryrates, Elias' counselor. He jokes with Simon that Pryrates is born of a demon, then takes leave of the youth, clasping his hand and saying farewell. Simon is then called out to serve more wine at the high table, where Earl Fengbald and Guthwulf are having an arm-wrestling match. Simon pours everyone's wine, including Pryrates, then notices a little puppy from a litter of dogs, scrounging around near Pryrates, trying to dig some food out from beneath the alchemist's feet.

"Come!" Simon hissed, backing farther away adn slapping his knee, but the dog paid no heed. It began to dig with both paws, its back bumping against the priest's red-robed calf. "Come along!" Simon whispered again.

Pryrates turned his head to look down, shiny skull pivoting slowly on his long neck. He lifted his foot and brought his heavy boot down on the dog's back - a swift, compact movement finished in a heartbeat. There was a crack of splintered bone and a muffled squeal; the little dog writhed helplessly in the stray until Pryrates lifted his heel again and crushed its skull.

Simon gazes in horror and the priest smirks at him, before turning away, with Simon running away in terror and disgust.

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That night, just before midnight, crowds of people were called outside with people yelling about something in the sky. It turns out to be a red comet, flying across the sky. Many people cheer, believing the star to be an omen of a new age with a new king. Simon also follows outside, and sees Morgenes looking out at the sky as well.

The old man, wrapped in a heavy robe against the chill air, did not notice his apprentice - he, too, was staring up at the bearded star, the scarlet slash across the vault of Heaven. But unlike the others, there was no drunkenness or glee upon his face. He looked fearful and cold and small.

He looked, Simon thought, like a man alone in the wilderness listening to the hungry song of wolves . . .

Commentary

That's a long damn chapter, and a lot of very important things happen, which may be obvious from the amount of quotes I have above.

Of particular note, we get a few character-building scenes in regards to Josua. Looking back on the series after having read it multiple times, I have to wonder if Tad Williams actually wanted us to think Josua was the "Bad Prince," and possibly Elias was the "Good Prince." We see various descriptions of Josua as "cold," "cynical," "gloomy," he didn't cry at his father's funeral, and his conversation with Morgenes could be taken in a way which suggests he would like a potion from Morgenes that will not only "end John's suffering," but "end it, like, now." I'm just sayin'

During this first meeting with Josua, Simon, and Morgenes, we get our first mention (minus the Foreword) of Morgenes' history on Prester John's life, which will be an extremely important part of the story. And it is simply mentioned in passing. I can't remember off the top of my head, but I don't recall the manuscript becoming uber-important until the very end of this book, or even next book.

It was nice to see the first two "real" non-Simon POVs in the book so far. We get an immediate feeling of the warmth of Lector Ranessin, and his caring for those around him. Isgrimnur is filled with confusion, disappointment, sorrow (at the loss of his friend), and many other things which will play into the story later on.

And a very important clue for later, we see the first sign of Elias shunning Bright-Nail. About that...

First of all, we know that Elias doesn't have Sorrow yet, which means he hasn't started his weird Sithi-transformation and aversion to iron yet, so it seems unlikely that that is actually what is going on here. Yet Towser does tell a story later about how he tried to present the sword to Elias, as Prester John had requested of him just a few chapters before, Elias dropped the sword, almost as if in pain. I'm pulling this from memory, so we may review this once we reach that chapter. Anyway, it's interesting to me that at that point, I'm pretty sure Pryrates wouldn't have been giving Elias his potion either, so what is that all about?

You could possibly look at it from an emotional point of view - Elias wants nothing to do with his Father, his Father's Legacy, and the like - wants to be his own ruler, or whatever, but that doesn't seem to warrant the what-I-remember-to-be-a-physical reaction he has to the sword. Anyone have some info on that?

So anyway, the good Duke reminisces about his times with John, and we get a good indication of the level of their friendship, which makes it all the worse when we find out he and Josua (and others) have been shunned at the party that night. We're seeing the first formings of alliances at this point, with Josua and Isgrimnur at one table, and Elias, Fengbald, Guthwulf, Skali, and Breyugar at the high table. And on that, I found it to be particularly interesting that, when Pryrates joins the table, Tad goes to extra effort to describe that the priest had to push himself between Elias and Guthwulf. Foreshadowing for later on, methinks?

In a little bit of light before the (very) dark, we meet the character of Sangfugol, who is one of my favorite and least-favorite characters at the same time. Favorite, because he is a cheerful, happy man (seemingly, anyway) who provides a very important thing to Simon - an of-age male friendship - which no other character really does. Sure, Binabik is close (and certainly more important), but I still picture Binabik as a young adult, maybe 20-30 years old (in human years), while Simon is just 15/16 and I picture Sangfugal as high teens. Of course, I could be completely wrong, but that's what I think. However, I feel like his character changes into too much of a comic-relief, sassy whiner-type of a character by the end of the series. Many of the lines he says (later on, books 2 and 3), make me think of that snarky sidekick character on some sitcom whose only purpose in speaking is for the audience to go, "Whooooooo!" or "Uh, Oh! Sangfugal, you crazy man!" Maybe I'll think differently by the end of the series this time, but I do remember liking him a lot in the first book, and not liking him nearly so much in the later books.

Then, the dark comes. We get to finally meet Pryrates. We've had a slow build-up of what he's all about. Josua calls him something like, "That mad priest," others refer to him the same way, Simon is almost run over by him, and then... this. Seriously. Crushing a puppy's back and skull - and not because it was bothering him, but because that was the quickest, most efficient way to be rid of the little thing. Then, he just grins at Simon. Simon's reaction is probably acceptable in these circumstances - it wouldn't have bothered me if the priest had been beheaded for a crime like that, but by this point in the story, we're already being introduced to the fact that the kingdom may be on a downward spiral soon, so it's unlikely anyone in authority would have cared about Pryrates' act anyway. Except poor Simon.

Hello, Conquerer Star! We'll see you more later!

Tad uses a great literary technique here, as well. What is the best way to show you how bad-ass some ninja Sith Lord is in a Star Wars movie? Have him kill someone like Qui-Gon Jinn, whom at this point, we have considered much more bad-ass.

How do you make Simon (and the readers) fear something? You show them that the stalwart, strong, and good people in the story are gravely and terribly afraid of something, like Morgenes was of the star.

Oh, and Morgenes is teaching Simon to read. Cold, calculated move, knowing Simon will be needed in the future, or warm, fuzzy move out of caring and friendship? Or both?

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Aaaaaand, that's a wrap. Again, I apologize for the delay, but I'm honestly not promising a schedule anyway, so why should I apologize? The next one should be out in a week or so. Thanks for reading!

MS&T Delay, probably Tuesday...

A little bit more delay on the MS&T re-read - sorry 'bout that for those watching. Should be out on Tuesday, the world just kicked my ass this last week.