By Bernard Cornwell
The 7th installment of Bernard Cornwell’s bestselling sequence chronicling the epic saga of the making of britain, “like video game of Thrones, yet genuine” (The Observer, London)—the foundation for The final Kingdom, the hit BBC the USA tv series.
At the onset of the 10th century, England is in turmoil. Alfred the nice is useless and his son Edward reigns as king. Wessex survives yet peace can't carry: the Danes within the north, led by means of Viking Cnut Longsword, stand able to invade and may by no means relaxation till the emerald crown is theirs.
Uhtred, as soon as Alfred’s nice warrior yet now out of fashion with the hot king, needs to lead a band of outcasts north to recapture his outdated relations domestic, the impregnable Northumbrian citadel Bebbanburg.
Loyalties could be divided and males will fall as each one Saxon nation is drawn into the bloodiest conflict but with the Danes—a conflict that would make a decision the destiny of each king, and the whole English nation.
With The Pagan Lord, long island Times bestselling writer Bernard Cornwell—"the so much prolific and winning ancient novelist on this planet this present day” (Wall highway Journal)—continues his exceptional epic of the making of britain throughout the center a long time, vividly bringing to lifestyles the uneasy alliances, violent wrestle, and lethal intrigue that gave beginning to the British nation.
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His sword, Ice-Spite, was once feared from the northern isles to the southern coast of Wessex, and his renown had attracted oath-men who got here from around the sea to serve him. He and his buddy, Sigurd Thorrson, have been the best Danish lords of Northumbria, and their ambition was once to be the best lords of england, yet that they had an enemy who had stopped them time and again. And now Cnut Ranulfson, Cnut Longsword, the main feared swordsman in Britain, had taken that enemy’s lady. ‘He wishes something,’ I acknowledged back. ‘You? ’ Osferth requested. ‘We’ll locate out,’ I stated, and so we did. We chanced on what Cnut Ranulfson sought after that night whilst Father Cuthbert got here domestic. The priest was once introduced through a service provider who traded in pelts, and he had Father Cuthbert on his wagon. It was once Mehrasa who alerted us. She screamed. i used to be within the great barn that the Danes had no longer had time to burn, and which lets use for a corridor till I equipped one other, and that i used to be observing my males make a fire from stones whilst I heard the scream and ran out to determine the wagon lurching up the lane. Mehrasa used to be tugging at her husband whereas Cuthbert used to be flailing together with his lengthy thin fingers. Mehrasa was once nonetheless screaming. ‘Quiet! ’ I shouted. My males have been following me. The pelt-trader had stopped his wagon and fallen to his knees as I approached. He defined that he had chanced on Father Cuthbert to the north. ‘He was once at Beorgford, lord,’ he acknowledged, ‘by the river. They have been throwing stones at him. ’ ‘Who was once throwing stones? ’ ‘Boys, lord. simply boys enjoying. ’ So Cnut had ridden to the ford the place, most likely, he had published the priest. Cuthbert’s lengthy gown was once mud-stained and torn, whereas his scalp was once crusted with blood clots. ‘What did you do to the lads? ’ I requested the dealer. ‘Just chased them away, lord. ’ ‘Where used to be he? ’ ‘In the rushes, lord, via the river. He was once crying. ’ ‘Father Cuthbert,’ I acknowledged, strolling to the wagon. ‘Lord! Lord! ’ he reached a hand for me. ‘He couldn’t cry,’ I instructed the dealer. ‘Osferth! provide the guy funds. ’ I gestured on the priest’s rescuer. ‘We’ll feed you,’ I advised the guy, ‘and strong your horses in a single day. ’ ‘Lord! ’ Father Cuthbert wailed. I reached into the cart and lifted him. He used to be tall, yet unusually gentle. ‘You can stand? ’ I requested him. ‘Yes, lord. ’ I positioned him at the flooring, steadied him, then stepped away as Mehrasa embraced him. ‘Lord,’ he acknowledged over her shoulder, ‘I have a message. ’ He sounded as though he used to be crying, and maybe he used to be, yet a guy without eyes can't cry. a guy with bloody eye-holes can't cry. A blinded guy needs to cry, and can't. Cnut Ranulfson had gouged out his eyes. Tameworþig. That was once the place i used to be to satisfy Cnut Ranulfson. ‘He acknowledged you are going to comprehend why, lord,’ Father Cuthbert informed me. ‘That’s all he stated? ’ ‘You’d recognize why,’ he repeated, ‘and you'll make it strong, and you’re to fulfill him sooner than the moon wanes or he’ll kill your girl. Slowly. ’ I went to the barn door and seemed up into the evening, however the moon used to be hidden through clouds. now not that i wanted to work out how slim its crescent glowed. I had one week prior to it waned.