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Viper’s Blood by David Gilman (Master of War 4)

Head of Zeus | 2017 (9 February) | 494p | Review copy | Buy the book

Viper's Blood by David GilmanViper’s Blood is the fourth novel in David Gilman’s powerful and uncompromising chronicle of the Hundred Years War. If you haven’t read the others in the series, beginning with Master of War, then tread no further with this review. Much has happened to our hero Thomas Blackmore in the years since the Battle of Crécy in 1346 and so spoilers for the earlier novels are inevitable.

It is 1360 and although Sir Thomas Blackmore and his men remain in the military service of Florence they are currently fighting alongside Edward the Prince of Wales, and Black Prince, and his father, the mighty Edward III, in France, a country that has good cause to fear the knights and long bow men of its greatest enemy. France’s king has been caught and is held to ransom in England. The dauphin, weak and uncertain, relies on his counsellor Simon Bucy for advice, as the English threaten the very walls of Paris itself. But Bucy has more on his mind than the Wars – he is intent on the destruction of one man, Thomas Blackmore, the nemesis of France, and he will stop at nothing in his desire to see him dead. And then one day Bucy sees a way. A peace treaty between France and England gives him the chance to throw Blackmore into the lap of the Englishman’s greatest enemies, a nest of vipers if ever there was one.

Thomas is not the man he once was. Grief has done that to him. But with his son Henry by his side, Thomas is intent on wreaking vengeance on the men who almost destroyed his life and that of his son. He has loyal men around him, many have been with Thomas since Crécy, and their support is absolute. Just as well because they have quite a time in front of them as they follow their king’s orders on a journey of battles and hardship that will take them across northern France to Paris and then to the Alps and northern Italy. And everywhere they go they will find conflict, division, distrust, murder and bloody violence. For this is the age of war and plague. Chivalry has died.

Viper’s Blood is a compelling and dark chronicle of war, lightened only briefly by the camaraderie and affection between soldiers. But this is now not really a war of pitched battles. Those are in the past and still to come. Instead, there are skirmishes, the seizure of towns, the slaughter of communities, the scramble for land and roads. And when Thomas and his mean leave France for Italy they find no peace. The cities there are constantly at war with one another, the situation merely aggravated by the neighbouring Hundred Years War.

Thomas and his men are little different from the other routiers who terrorise Europe at this time, despite his rules forbidding rape and needless slaughter. But be under no illusion – Thomas is as violent as any and we see his ruthlessness on more than one occasion. And we might warm to his men but there are sudden, shocking reminders – one in particular – that they are no different violence, particularly towards women, lies only just under the surface.

This is the man’s world of war but women suffer in it perhaps more than most and I must admit to struggling with the novel’s representation of women. They don’t come out of it well – whores, witches, rape victims, greedy thieves or innocent princesses seems to sum them up. I’m fully aware that this is a historical novel about medieval warfare and, as such, I don’t expect women to play much of a part, but I wish I had a pound for every reference to a woman’s breasts, clearly her most notable feature. I really felt the loss of Blackstone’s wife in this novel – she’s missed.

Viper’s Blood tells the story of a journey from fight to fight, covering much of France and northern Italy, following Thomas Blackstone’s quest for vengeance. There are moments of extreme action and violence, offset by times of hardship on the road. I really enjoyed the depictions of Paris and Milan – 14th-century Europe is described so well, with its walled towns hiding from mercenaries and roaming armies, vulnerable to disease and greed. I also liked the camaraderie between Thomas and his men, especially Killbere. I did feel a great deal for Thomas’s son Henry whose life seems terribly harsh and yet he never complains. Thomas can be a hard man to like, particularly in his behaviour towards Henry. Even his memories of his wife seem chilled. But Thomas is a damaged man, albeit a remarkable warrior.

Viper’s Blood is an exciting, bloody and well-written tale of Europe at a time of terrible crisis. Surely, there can have been few worse times in history in which to live than the mid 14th century? It’s harrowing at times, chilly in others, and, perhaps, is a little too long, but it is certainly a fine addition to a series that continues to bring these cruel years to life in such rich and meticulous detail.

Other reviews
Master of War
Defiant Unto Death
Gate of War and interview

What’s in a name? – Guest post by Joanna Hickson, author of First of the Tudors

First of the Tudors by Joanna HicksonOn 1 December, Harper published First of the Tudors by Joanna Hickson, the first in a new series of novels to portray the rise to power of quite possibly the most famous, and infamous, royal dynasty in English history. It begins with Jasper Tudor, uncle to the young Henry Tudor, later Henry VII, and what a fantastic story it is. Moving from castle to castle at a time when England and Wales were torn apart by the Wars of the Roses, First of the Tudors is a thoroughly enjoyable and lively account of such a fascinating time and Jasper Tudor is placed right at the heart of it all.

To celebrate the publication of First of the Tudors, I’m delighted to host a guest post by Joanna Hickson, in which she discusses the problems she encountered in naming her historical characters. Jasper Tudor had a very unusual name, even for the 15th century. Where did that come from? And what to do when so many important historical figures share the same name?

Review of First of the Tudors

What’s in a name?

When you write novels based on the history of medieval Europe there is often a problem identifying one character from another, because the same Christian names crop up time and time again in the family trees of the major dynasties. In England during the fifteenth century for instance the name Henry occurs confusingly often, cropping up in kings no less than four times and, due to the habit of sycophantic nobles calling their offspring after the reigning monarch, in almost every other courtier family fortunate enough to have sons. In First of the Tudors I have avoided repetition by calling Margaret Beaufort’s posthumous son, who was dutifully baptised Henry, by the Welsh variant of his name, which is Harri, leaving the ‘proper’ name to his half-uncle, King Henry VI.

Red Rose, White Rose by Joanna HicksonIt was a device I adopted in one of my previous novels set earlier in the century when the name Richard had become almost ubiquitous, owing to the initial popularity of the boy-king, Richard II. I made a guess that this could have been awkward for young noblemen arriving at court twenty years later saddled with the name of a monarch who had been unceremoniously usurped by his cousin Henry Bolingbroke, who became King Henry IV. So, having an embarrassment of Richards to deal with in Red Rose White Rose I decided to give one of the three central Richard characters the nickname Hal after the new king’s son and heir, who Shakespeare also nicknamed Prince Hal. And following this thread, I had no hesitation in calling my Hal’s son and heir Dick rather than Richard, because he was a pugnacious character who became a very powerful earl, played a key role in the Wars of the Roses and eventually became famously known as ‘Warwick, the Kingmaker’. That left me free to use the name in full for his cousin, who so nearly became King of England himself, Richard, Duke of York, husband of the novel’s central character, Cicely Neville.

It was necessary to be similarly inventive when Henry VI’s longed-for heir was baptised Edward, named for the pre-Norman-conquest saint, King Edward the Confessor, at whose shrine in Westminster Abbey his mother had prayed desperately for a son. Unfortunately when this little prince was still a child, his cousin Edward of York seized the throne and became King Edward IV and suddenly there were too many Edwards in my timeline! However, as his mother was a French princess and a lady who dominated her monkish and withdrawn husband, I considered it more than likely that she would have insisted on using the French version of his name, so that he becomes Prince Édouard in the pages of my book. In the same vein, despite English historians invariably referring to her as Margaret of Anjou, she appears as Queen Marguerite in First of the Tudors, because one of the other important female characters is Lady Margaret Beaufort, also a proud and strong-willed woman, who definitely would not have appreciated having her name ignobly shortened to Meg or Maggie!

The Agincourt Bride by Joanna HicksonHappily I had no identity dilemma with the hero of First of the Tudors – Jasper Tudor. In fact it was his unusual Christian name that drew me to him in the first place as it was a conundrum I confronted in The Tudor Bride, a novel which focussed on the clandestine ‘misalliance’ between Henry V’s widow Queen Catherine de Valois and her Master of the Wardrobe, Owen Tudor. While their firstborn son received one of the usual panoply of noble names, being baptised Edmund, I felt I had to figure out why the couple went completely off-piste for their second and called him Jasper? While I would not claim that no other boy was baptised with that name in England in the fifteenth century, I have not come across one during many, many years of researching the period.

Don’t get me wrong, I personally think Jasper a splendid name and lucky are the several hundred boys who have received it annually in twenty first century Britain. But in 1430, which is roughly when my new hero was born, it was unusual – probably unheard of – in England. And therein lies a clue, for there were a number of Jaspers documented in France at the time and of course his mother, once again, was French. Jasper was thought to be a corruption of Caspar, one of the Three Magi who were much revered in the medieval Roman Catholic Church and perhaps a name given to boys born on Twelfth Night or Epiphany, celebrated as the day the Magi brought their gifts to the baby Jesus. The other two were called Balthazar and Melchior, names very occasionally also found in medieval European courts.

The Tudor Bride by Joanna HicksonSo as a princess, Catherine de Valois could have heard of the name but what circumstance might have caused her to break with English noble tradition and give it to her younger son? Well, Jasper also happens to be the name of a semi-precious gemstone, much used in medieval jewellery, most frequently in its red form known as bloodstone, although it comes in many and varied colours. Jasper Tudor was a redhead; the Welsh bards who sang his praises during the Wars of the Roses particularly refer to this fact. This is one of the delights of writing historical fiction; coincidence is allowed and we wander spellbound in the realms of extrapolation from the little snippets of information our research throws up. Another of them that rose to the surface for me was the fact that medieval midwives believed jasper to be an aid in relieving the pain of childbirth. It did not require a huge leap of imagination to picture Queen Catherine owning an item of jewellery set with bloodstones and for it to be used during the birth of her second Tudor child, a boy that proved to have hair the colour of those stones.
Jasper was a name that suited him perfectly, as a powerful courtier and wandering knight errant and one that actually ‘made his name’. For although he was created Earl of Pembroke by his half-brother Henry VI and should therefore have officially been referred to as Lord Pembroke, in the poetry of the Welsh bards and other fifteenth century historical sources he was simply called Lord Jasper – my hero!

First of the Tudors by Joanna Hickson

Harper | 2016 (1 December) | 528p | Review copy | Buy the book

First of the Tudors by Joanna HicksonIt is 1451 and Henry VI, a troubled and unhappy man, more monk than king, realises that he is in need of family. He has been unable to give his queen, Marguerite of Anjou, the child they need to secure their royal line, and the royal dukes are becoming increasingly watchful and belligerent. Henry summons his half-brothers to court, Edmund and Jasper Tudor, the sons of a secret and illegal marriage between Henry V’s widow Catherine of Valois and the Welsh poet Owen Tudor who stole her heart. Soon they are the confidants of Henry and his queen, given titles and lands, precedence, and the prospect of a rich and noble marriage. Lucky for them, then, that there is another new person at court – Margaret Beaufort, the charismatic, painfully young and tiny heiress, the richest in the land and in the gift of the king.

Edmund and Jasper endeavour to find their way at court in their different ways, with Edmund being the one to win Margaret Beaufort. Jasper deals with his disappointment in the best way he can, serving Henry as his most loyal and trusted servant, providing advice and support to Henry and then to Marguerite as Henry slips into illness and the country descends into civil war. Jasper has other cares. The fates have dealt their hand and Jasper is now custodian of Edmund and Margaret’s son, Henry Tudor. And it is in raising Henry, looking after his grand estates in Wales and growing close to Jane, young Henry’s governess, that Jasper finds comfort. But the call to arms isn’t far off as the Duke of York declares war on the king. The future has never been so uncertain for Henry VI, Jasper, Margaret Beaufort and the young Henry Tudor.

First of the Tudors picks up the thread of the story begun with The Agincourt Bride and continued with The Tudor Bride. These magnificent, enchanting novels told the tale of Catherine of Valois’ transformation into Henry V’s Queen of England and then, pulling happiness from grief, wife of Owen Tudor. And now, Joanna Hickson returns to the story of Catherine’s family, focusing on her second Tudor son, Jasper, and his closeness with her royal son, Henry VI. There’s no need at all to have read these two books before – First of the Tudors begins afresh – but I can never resist the opportunity to urge people to read The Agincourt Bride and The Tudor Bride. I adore these two books and how good it is to find that First of the Tudors is every bit as wonderful.

As is regularly the case with Joanna Hickson’s novels, the narrative is split between two characters. This time Jasper’s perspective is alternated with that of Jane, the woman he loves and looks after his household and his ward Henry Tudor. This structure works brilliantly well because it gives the reader the best of both worlds – the court and the progress of war and the more domestic story of the childhood of Henry Tudor, with all of the instability brought about by the Wars of the Roses. I loved the characters of Jasper and Jane and their story is every bit as involving as the grander one played out by Henry VI, Marguerite, the Duke of York and Warwick the Kingmaker. But all these characters and more are also brought to life.

A standout figure for me is Margaret Beaufort. Joanna Hickson captures something enthralling about her. There is a power and strength to her that contrasts so well with her vulnerability and, for the earlier part of the novel at least, her innocence. Watching that innocence be destroyed is one of the most affecting and compelling parts of the novel. I’ve read many portraits of Margaret Beaufort in fiction over the years and this is without doubt my favourite.

Despite the focus on Jasper, Margaret, Jane, Henry VI and Queen Marguerite, there is another figure here who carries the weight of destiny on his young shoulders – Henry Tudor. First of the Tudors is the first, I trust, in a new series that will chart Henry’s path to the throne and I am so excited at the prospect. Henry VII is one of the most fascinating figures in English royal history but has, perhaps not surprisingly, always been overshadowed in fiction, and perhaps in history, by his son Henry VIII and his granddaughter Elizabeth I. But it’s with Henry Tudor that it all began and it’s an astonishing story and his uncle Jasper has such an important part to play in it.

There is romance in First of the Tudors but it isn’t a romantic novel, nor is it focused on the battles of the Wars of the Roses. Instead, this is a marvellous character-driven portrait of a family, albeit an extraordinary family with no normal cares and worries, leading unusual lives. And the setting is equally evocative. This is a tale that moves between castles. Coincidentally, I visited a fair few of the castles mentioned here in September and now I am desperate to go back. Joanna Hickson has brought those stone walls back to life and filled them with the voices of the people who called them home. With no doubt at all, this is one of the most enjoyable reads I’ve had this year and it’s the perfect novel to curl up with on a long winter’s evening.

Other reviews
The Agincourt Bride
The Tudor Bride
Red Rose, White Rose
An interview

Cathar by Christopher Bland

Cathar | Christopher Bland | 2016 (8 September) | Head of Zeus | 339p | Review copy | Buy the book

Cathar by Christopher BlandFrançois de Beaufort is a knight without land, his inheritance stolen from him by mercenaries and neighbours. François is a Cathar, a heretic in Catholic eyes, and in these brutal days of the 13th century the Pope has turned his crusaders from the east towards the west and the Cathar strongholds of southern France. In the beginning, François and his fellow young knights lived more traditional lives, learning the arts of war, winning acclaim, armour and horses in the tournay, and learning the language of courtly love. Blanche de Roqueville, François’ lord’s lady, occupied the pure heart of François’ world. But all that changed when the Crusaders arrived. Nothing could ever be the same for François, or Blanche, again.

Cathar presents the fascinating but absolutely horrendous story of the Church’s brutal campaign to eradicate Catharism from France once and for all in the wake of the Albigensian Crusade of the early 13th century. Years have passed, Cathars – particularly their ‘priests’ or prefects – have learned secrecy, but their beliefs are as strong as ever and not even the threat of death by fire can deter the faithful. It seems that the Crusaders will follow François wherever he goes and though his life we witness siege after siege, monstrosity after monstrosity.

And yet at the heart of this novel is love. During his life François knows the true love of three women and their stories also form a central role in this wonderful, beautifully written and at times heartrending novel. The novel moves between their voices. François’ narrative is the most prominent but we also hear from others, providing more than one perspective of the same event, helping to place François’ experiences in their religious and historical context, while also being equally compelling in their own right. We even, very memorably, read the words of the chief Inquisitor, a man surely evil and yet here humanly flawed.

Christopher Bland skilfully blends history with the engrossing story of François de Beaufort and the women he loves and love him. Infamous historical events, such as the devastating Siege of Montségur, are made vivid once more thanks to the way that the author places our characters in the heart of events. The novel is rich in meticulous historical detail and background but it never interferes with the emotional pull of the story. And at times it is very emotional indeed.

The Cathars themselves receive intriguing treatment. There is something noble and heroic in the way that the most devout put their beliefs above their own safety but ultimately I found these most devout unknowable. One can sense the fear that the Catholics felt. And there are acts of faith here on both sides that are utterly horrifying and it will be a long time before some of the images from this novel, so powerfully painted by Christopher Bland, will fade from my mind.

This is a fascinating period of history, a goldmine for novelists, and Cathar does it every bit of justice, largely due to its stunning writing, its fine characterisation – François is an extraordinary knight hero, atypical in so many ways, just as Blanche also has to confront and upset traditions and expectations – and its thorough grasp of the times in which it is set. With no doubt at all, this is one of the very best historical novels I’ve read this year.

The Autumn Throne by Elizabeth Chadwick

The Autumn Throne | Elizabeth Chadwick | 2016 (1 September) | Sphere | 496p | Review copy | Buy the book

The Autumn Throne by Elizabeth ChadwickThe Autumn Throne completes Elizabeth Chadwick’s superb and, I would argue, definitive trilogy on the life of one of the most (if not THE most) astonishing female figures in medieval history – Eleanor of Aquitaine, given here her original name of Alienor. Although The Autumn Throne can be read as a stand alone novel, I would most certainly recommend that you read The Summer Queen and The Winter Crown first because only then will you appreciate the full wonder of Elizabeth Chadwick’s achievement. Alienor and her times come alive on the page along with some of the most charismatic and infamous figures of the late 12th century – Henry II, Richard the Lionheart, John, and a personal favourite (as he will be to many fans of Elizabeth Chadwick’s work), the greatest knight, William Marshal. This review assumes you’ve read the previous two novels.

The year is 1176 and Queen Alienor has been held prisoner by her husband Henry II for two long years in the palace at Sarum in Wiltshire. It’s a forbidding place, its stones heated hot in the summer while retaining no heat through the winter. Alienor is in her fifties, her children all now adult, except for John her youngest and even he is growing too fast. Occasionally, Henry allows Alienor her freedom to spend Christmas and Easter with her family (as well as an ever growing brood of illegitimate children) but his motives are a double-edged sword. There is always something he wants and, after all these years, and knowing each other far too well, Alienor will always fight back with the words she knows will hurt him the most.

As the years pass, Alienor once more finds herself caught up in the highest levels of politics as England and Normandy continue to clash with France and Germany. With Europe’s royal families all entangled and almost all related to Alienor, from her present life as Queen of England as well as her past as Queen of France, she is central to their plotting and it is up to her to try and protect her sons and daughters from a succession of crises, often of their own making, while also arranging suitable alliances. On occasion this means that Alienor herself is put in a position of great danger.

Alienor’s family is the comfort of her life and also her heartbreak and in The Autumn Throne it is her relationship with her children and grandchildren that forms its heart. There are moments of great tragedy and waste and I cried and cried while reading this wonderful book. Nobody makes me care for historical figures as Elizabeth Chadwick does. She keeps her characters in their own time – it’s us, her readers, she carries through time. It doesn’t matter how well you know the history of these events, and I think I know them pretty well, but Chadwick makes us care deeply and when the inevitable comes it hurts all the more because we know it’s coming and we know how it will devastate this extraordinary woman, Alienor. If you’re not familiar with events then this trilogy is a fantastic introduction and guide to them.

The Autumn Throne takes us across western Europe, demonstrating the extent of the throne’s power at this time, the great journeys that were regularly demanded of its rulers. And by this time Alienor is not a young woman. Her fortitude, determination and wisdom are brilliantly drawn, even as her physical body begins to let her down.

The novel is full of characters, each of whom is so famous to history in his or her own right, and they are all drawn beautifully. The dialogue is naturally written and the prose is so wonderfully light and perceptive. I’ve always said that reading an Elizabeth Chadwick novel is not like reading history at all, it’s experiencing it. The colours, smells, foods, drinks, the clothes, love, death, the locations and everything else that builds up the layers of this late 12th-century world are perfectly laid out before our eyes. I loved the little details about fashion, I also loved the interaction of little children with the main characters. These people are all seen as rounded individuals living their own lives beyond their political business. Children regularly died in infancy but this doesn’t mean that children were less well loved for being so precariously held on to. These close relationships are such an integral part of this novel.

This was a military age, also an age of crusade, and although these events are described only rarely in the book, with one notable exception, they are constantly in the background, driving on events. No character bridges the domestic and the military like William Marshal and he is such a glorious presence in the novel, lighting up the pages when he appears just as he lights up Alienor’s eyes. Elizabeth Chadwick’s novels about William – The Greatest Knight and The Scarlet Lion – remain among my most very favourite novels of all time. Other character portraits I particularly enjoyed here were John – always a scene stealer – and also Alienor’s grandson Richard. Alienor’s other grandson Arthur also receives original treatment and his role a fresh interpretation. But, really, I enjoyed everyone in this novel. How could I not? It’s all so richly done.

My one question about the trilogy is with the order of the titles – The Summer Queen, the Winter Crown and The Autumn Throne. I’ve wondered for a long time why the seasons are ordered here as they are. Not that it matters.

This trilogy has been an absolute delight and I have savoured it. Eleanor of Aquitaine is one of my favourite figures from history. Over the years I’ve read everything about her that I can but it’s only now, with Elizabeth Chadwick’s utterly fabulous trilogy, that I feel that I’ve been allowed into Eleanor’s thoughts and given a chance to see and know her as I imagine she may well have been. Eleanor was a truly remarkable woman, her story is the stuff of legend, and Elizabeth Chadwick has done her justice.

Other reviews
The Greatest Knight and The Scarlet Lion
The Time of Singing
Lady of the English
The Summer Queen
The Winter Crown

Accession by Livi Michael

Accession | Livi Michael | 2016 | Penguin | 408p | Review copy | Buy the book

Accession by Livi MichaelAccession, the third and final novel in Livi Michael’s excellent chronicle of the Wars of the Roses, picks up where Rebellion left off, with Yorkist Edward IV’s triumphant return to the English throne after the Battle of Tewkesbury in 1471 and the flight of Henry Tudor, the last Lancastrian heir and future Henry VII, from Welsh captivity to exile in Brittany. Although the novel is the final part of a trilogy it does stand alone well but this review assumes that you’ve read the previous two, Succession and then Rebellion.

I really enjoy the way that Livi Michael uses her sources. Contemporary or near contemporary extracts from chronicles and other documents are scattered throughout the chapters, giving the whole novel the feel and authenticity of a chronicle that is close to the historical events it describes. But nevertheless Accession remains a novel and we are allowed into the thoughts, hopes and nightmares of the characters who shaped, and were shaped by, the events described in these pages.

The series has focused in particular on two women, Margaret of Anjou (Henry VI’s queen) and Margaret Beaufort (mother of Henry Tudor and one of the most significant landowners of 15th-century England). We have also got to know a host of other influential figures as the Wars of the Roses have progressed but, in this final novel, the focus has moved to Margaret Beaufort and her husband Lord Stanley, her son Henry, Edward IV and his queen Elizabeth, and Richard of Gloucester (later Richard III). Margaret of Anjou has now been left behind by history and her appearance is relatively fleeting, as is that of her one-time friend and present-day captor Alice Chaucer, but both of these women leave their mark in the novel. That is possibly my favourite section of the book.

Moving between the characters, providing perspectives from both sides of the conflict, Accession grips throughout as we’re carried through the final years of the Wars of the Roses. Some portraits are hard to forget – I’ve never seen Edward IV like this before – while the mystery of the Princes in the Tower is treated in an unusual and clever way. The chronicles add the detail. The Battle of Bosworth is meticulously depicted.

Few of the characters in the trilogy are likeable. Margaret Beaufort is not a sympathetic heroine, neither is Henry Tudor a charismatic or charming man. There’s a strong sense that these are deeply unpleasant times and many people, especially the violently reduced aristocracy, are just trying to survive. They feel like real people living through extraordinary times.

The events of the Wars of the Roses are well-known and they’ve been popular choices for novelists in recent months but this trilogy stands out. Livi Michael takes us closer to events, cleverly using her sources while still creating an engaging and gripping piece of historical fiction. In the first novel, Succession, the balance between sources and fiction wasn’t yet perfectly honed but by Rebellion it most certainly was and yet again, in Accession, it is perfectly done. I would love to see this technique carried through the Tudor years. I’m keen to see where Livi Michaels looks next for her inspiration.

Other reviews and posts
Interview with Livi Michael

The Death of Robin Hood by Angus Donald

The Death of Robin Hood | Angus Donald | 2016 (4 August) | Sphere | 416p | Review copy | Buy the book

The Death of Robin Hood by Angus DonaldThe Death of Robin Hood completes Angus Donald’s utterly superb and original reimagining of the legend of Robin Hood. And with a title like that many of us will approach this novel with tissues at the ready and not a little amount of gin. As with any great series, this book does stand alone well if you demand it to but, really, this is a book that should be read in sequence because how else could you appreciate the drama, tension and high emotion of a final novel with a title as charged as this one? This review assumes that you have knowledge of the earlier books but it won’t give much away.

King John has turned his back on the Magna Carta and full-scale Civil War is about to break out. But it’s not quite as simple as that. Great leaders such as Robin, Earl of Loxley fight against the King, knowing only too well his lack of worth, but when a French army lands in support of the rebels, bringing with it a French Prince hungry for the prize of England, Robin and others change sides. Robin’s knights, notably Sir Alan Dale, are none too pleased but these are men who would fight to the death for their lord Robin Hood and many do just that. But, as with all Civil Wars, these are uncertain times and loyalties within families are divided. Robin and Alan both have to deal with that. As if matters couldn’t be any more desperate, as the French and English rebels march towards the decisive battle, a new force for evil is brought into the fray – the cruel and vindictive French White Count. The fight for survival is about to become much more deadly.

Alan has suffered more than most over the years. At last it appears that happiness might lie just beyond the horizon, even if it comes in an unlikely form. There is so much to fight for.

I cannot overstate my love and affection for Angus Donald’s Outlaw series. I’ve followed it for years, each book such a highlight of my summer’s reading. And now, with the eighth novel, it comes to a close, and I can’t tell you how miserable that makes me. I’d have had it last forever. But it’s not to be and that is partly because we’re not in the world of legend and myth here. Donald’s Robin and Alan feel very real indeed, coping with one of the most tumultuous periods in English history, and, although there are frequent, intense moments of high drama, action and even romance, it’s well rooted in the times and that means anything can and will happen. As readers of a much loved and long-running series, we’re advised to brace.

I’d hate to declare any book in this series my favourite because I think I love them all equally with some truly standing out for different reasons (Holy Warrior which takes Robin and Alan on Crusade, the brilliant, harrowing reworking of myth in Grail Knight, and the siege of Richard the Lionheart’s impregnable fortress Château Gaillard in The Iron Castle – I picked these three at random, I could have easily selected the others). The Death of Robin Hood is every bit as fantastic as the others in the series and succeeds magnificently in the difficult task of drawing the series to a more than satisfactory close.

There are moments of great action, culminating in the Battle of Lincoln in 1216. This is edge of your seat stuff, made even more tense because now not all of our heroes fight on the same side. A shadow of foreboding hangs over events, not helped by the novel’s title, but this is not a straightforward story. There are several strands tangled together here, some of which tug at the heartstrings. This is a fantastic series for baddies (the Sheriff of Nottingham has a fight on his hands to win the crown of evil) and the White Count is a truly terrifying, menacing creation.

Robin of Loxley is a world away from the Robin Hood of Hollywood, more gangster than hero to the poor, but over the course of the novels Robin has changed enormously and in this final novel, set many years after the first, he is not the man he once was and we love him all of the more for it. But the hero of these novels is not Robin but Alan Dale and our journey with him has been full of ups and downs to put it mildly. As Alan’s tale of the past catches up with the present, it’s a time for us all to think back on this wonderful, wonderful series and thank Angus Donald for the glorious gift he’s given us.

Other reviews
Holy Warrior
King’s Man
Grail Knight
The Iron Castle
The King’s Assassin