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240 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1960
“However, many a sober, trustworthy man-at-arms swore that he saw the holy knight ride down the Milky Way in a foam of stars and impale enemy ships on his lance like so many dragons.”
“Where it comes to intrigue, I’m no master of it myself, no Italian. But the starfolk are like children.Ah, the 'knavery'. The easiness with which Sir Roger springs complicated politics and clever intrigues onto the unsuspecting aliens already baffled by the confusing nature of these 'Englishmen' fighting force shields with smile cutting weapons, bragging of what seems to be centuries of space explorations and tales of amazing genetic engineering with all their 'highborn' talk, and strange rituals that seem to give them strength and power. The power of bluff and bravado so alien to the non-English space creatures. What chance did they ever have against Sir Roger and his crusaders?
And why? Well, on Earth there’ve been many nations and lords for many centuries, all at odds with each other, under a feudal system nigh too complicated to remember. Why’ve we fought so many wars in France? Because the Duke of Anjou was on the one hand the sovereign king of England and on the other hand a Frenchman! Think you what that led to; and yet ’tis really a minor example. On our Earth, we’ve perforce learned all the knavery there is to know."
“An ancestor of mine, by the name of Noah, was once admiral of the combined fleets of my planet.”Yes, on the first glance the adventure is silly enough to have been turned into a mainly comedic and not well-made film in the 90s. But that's superficial take on it, believe me. Where it shines is the beautifully woven in humor. The narration done in the stiff devoted hero- and god-worshipping style of a cleric Brother Parvus accompanying Roger de Tourneville on the space crusade works so well when, as the events unfold, it begins incorporating the lines that would have been right at home in 'Star Wars' or such, as the knights and serfs and our monk get a hang of navigating the vast universe at supersonic speeds, shooting laser guns and hanging out with all kinds of space aliens, combining technology and superstition, medieval euphemisms and advanced technology, all told through the prism of sheer bravado and space lore.
"Our lords have extensive foreign possessions, such as Ulster, Leinster, Normandy — but I'll not weary you with a catalogue of planets."
I alone noticed he had not actually said those counties and duchies were planets.
“But we have one prisoner, Branithar, who speaks Latin—”It's a pleasantly compact story, nicely quick-paced due to such short length, never getting sidetracked and never steering from the straight narrative path. It's a refreshing break from the world of doorstopper-sized tomes. It's quite worth the few hours you'll spend on it.
“I would not say that, sire,” I interrupted. “His declensions are atrocious, and what he does to irregular verbs may not be described in gentle company.”
"I have studied the principles of their star maps a little, sire," I answered, "though in truth they do not employ charts, but mere columns of figures. Nor do they have mortal steersmen on the spaceships. Rather, they instruct an artificial pilot at the start of the journey, and thereafter the homunculus operates the entire craft."
"But how could that be, sire?" asked Sir Owain. "They‘re older and stronger and wiser than we."In any case Anderson has written the book and developed the characters with such skill that you are likely to be swept away by the story and jettison your incredulity out the window.
"The first two, granted," nodded the baron. His humor was so good that he addressed even this knight with frank fellowship. "But the third, no. Where it comes to intrigue, I‘m no master of it myself, no Italian. But the star-folk are like children."
"We have one prisoner who speaks Latin -- "
"I would not say that, sire," I interrupted. "His declensions are atrocious, and what he does to irregular verbs may not be described in gentle company."
Lo! It was a miracle! Down through the sky, seeming to swell monstrously with the speed of its descent, came a ship all of metal.
"He does not speak any known language, my lord," I said.
"Nonsense! All demons know Latin, at least. He's just being stubborn."