The High King (Chronicles of Prydain Series #5)

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Since The Book of Three was first published in 1964, young readers have been enthralled by the adventures of Taran the Assistant Pig-keeper and his quest to become a hero. Taran is joined by an engaging cast of characters that includes Eilonwy, the strong-willed and sharp-tongued princess; Fflewddur Fflam, the hyperbole-prone bard; the ever-faithful Gurgi; and the curmudgeonly Doli?all of whom become involved in an epic struggle between good and evil that shapes the fate of the ...

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Overview

Since The Book of Three was first published in 1964, young readers have been enthralled by the adventures of Taran the Assistant Pig-keeper and his quest to become a hero. Taran is joined by an engaging cast of characters that includes Eilonwy, the strong-willed and sharp-tongued princess; Fflewddur Fflam, the hyperbole-prone bard; the ever-faithful Gurgi; and the curmudgeonly Doli—all of whom become involved in an epic struggle between good and evil that shapes the fate of the legendary land of Prydain.

Released over a period of five years, Lloyd Alexander's beautifully written tales not only captured children's imaginations but also garnered the highest critical praise. The Black Cauldron was a Newbery Honor Book, and the final volume in the chronicles, The High King, crowned the series by winning the Newbery Medal for "the most distinguished contribution to American literature for children."

Henry Holt is proud to present this classic series to a new generation of young readers. Jackets have been handsomely redesigned while retaining the original art of Caldecott Medal-winning artist Evaline Ness. Each retypeset volume now includes a pronunciation guide prepared by Lloyd Alexander. A companion book of short stories, The Foundling and Other Tales of Prydain, is also available in hardcover for the first time in twenty years.

In their more than thirty years in print, the Chronicles of Prydain have become the standard of excellence in fantasy literature for children.

 

The High King is the winner of the 1969 Newbery Medal.

In this final part of the chronicle of Prydain the forces of good and evil meet in an ultimate confrontation, which determines the fate of Taran, the Assistant Pig-Keeper who wanted to be a hero.

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"Greater, more disastrous, and demanding more courage are the battles into which Taran leads his followers against Arawn Death-Lord.... The book has the philosophical depth and overtones of great fantasy." —The Horn Book

 

"The last may be the best."—Kirkus Reviews

Children's Literature - Sonya Goldman
Five enchanting books comprise the "Chronicles of Prydain" by Lloyd Alexander. Prydain is a land with heroes and legends drawn from Welsh mythology. The High King, the final book of the Chronicles is weighty and serious-even oppressive at times. There is a sense of despair in this story. The humor and romance that wove charm into the earlier books are starkly absent from this tale where the end of the world is threatened. Taran rises fully to manhood and all its burdens. Fortunately, the dark curtain in this book lifts at the end to reveal a beautiful and fanciful conclusion. Other books in the Chronicles include The Book of Three, The Black Cauldron, The Castle of Llyr, and Taran Wanderer. 1969 (orig.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780805061352
  • Publisher: Henry Holt and Co. (BYR)
  • Publication date: 5/15/1999
  • Series: Chronicles of Prydain Series , #5
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 698,843
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Lexile: 900L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 6.50 (w) x 9.50 (h) x 1.04 (d)

Meet the Author

Lloyd Alexander (1924-2007) was the author of more than forty books for children and adults, including the beloved children’s fantasy series, the Chronicles of Prydain, one of the most widely read series in the history of fantasy and the inspiration for the animated Disney film, The Black Cauldron. His books have won numerous awards, including the Newbery Medal, the Newbery Honor, and the National Book Award for Juvenile Literature.

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High King

CHAPTER ONE

Homecomings

Under a chill, gray sky, two riders jogged across the turf. Taran, the taller horseman, set his face against the wind and leaned forward in the saddle, his eyes on the distant hills. At his belt hung a sword, and from his shoulder a silver-bound battle horn. His companion Gurgi, shaggier than the pony he rode, pulled his weathered cloak around him, rubbed his frost-nipped ears, and began groaning so wretchedly that Taran at last reined up the stallion.

"No, no!" Gurgi cried. "Faithful Gurgi will keep on! He follows kindly master, oh yes, as he has always done. Never mind his shakings and achings! Never mind the droopings of his poor tender head!"

Taran smiled, seeing that Gurgi, despite his bold words, was eyeing a sheltering grove of ash trees. "There is time to spare," he answered. "I long to be home, but not at the cost of that poor tender head of yours. We camp here and go no farther until morning."

They tethered their mounts and built a small fire in a ring of stones. Gurgi curled up and was snoring almost before he had finished swallowing his food. Though as weary as his companion,Taran set about mending the harness leathers. Suddenly he stopped and jumped to his feet. Overhead, a winged shape plunged swiftly toward him.

"Look!" Taran cried, as Gurgi, still heavy with sleep, sat up and blinked. "It's Kaw! Dallben must have sent him to find us."

The crow beat his wings, clacked his beak, and began squawking loudly even before he landed on Taran's outstretched wrist.

"Eilonwy!" Kaw croaked at the top of his voice. "Eilonwy! Princess! Home!"

Taran's weariness fell from him like a cloak. Gurgi, wide awake and shouting joyfully, scurried to unloose the steeds. Taran leaped astride Melynlas, spun the gray stallion about, and galloped from the grove, with Kaw perched on his shoulder and Gurgi and the pony pounding at his heels.

Day and night they rode, hardly halting for a mouthful of food or a moment of sleep, urging all speed and strength from their mounts and from themselves, ever southward, down from the mountain valley and across Great Avren until, on a bright morning, the fields of Caer Dallben lay before them once again.

 

From the instant Taran set foot across the threshold, such a commotion filled the cottage that he scarcely knew which way to turn. Kaw had immediately begun jabbering and flapping his wings; Coll, whose great bald crown and broad face shone with delight, was clapping Taran on the back; while Gurgi shouted in glee and leaped up and down in a cloud of shedding hair. Even the ancient enchanter Dallben, who seldom let anything disturb his meditations,hobbled out of his chamber to observe the welcomings. In the midst of it all, Taran could hardly glimpse Eilonwy, though he heard the voice of the Princess very clearly above the din.

"Taran of Caer Dallben," she cried, as he strove to draw near her, "I've been waiting to see you for days! After all the time I've been away learning to be a young lady—as if I weren't one before I left—when I'm home at last, you're not even here!"

In another moment he was at her side. The slender Princess still wore at her throat the crescent moon of silver, and on her finger the ring crafted by the Fair Folk. But now a band of gold circled her brow, and the richness of her apparel made Taran suddenly aware of his travel-stained cloak and muddy boots.

"And if you think living in a castle is pleasant," Eilonwy went on, without a pause for breath, "I can tell you it isn't. It's weary and dreary! They've made me sleep in beds with goosefeather pillows enough to stifle you; I'm sure the geese needed them more than I did—the feathers, that is, not the pillows. And servitors to bring you exactly what you don't want to eat. And washing your hair whether it needs it or not. And sewing and weaving and curtsying and all such I don't even want to think about. I've not drawn a sword for I don't know how long ..."

Eilonwy stopped abruptly and looked curiously at Taran. "That's odd," she said. "There's something different about you. It's not your hair, though it does look as if you'd cropped it yourself with your eyes shut. It's—well, I can't quite say. I mean, unless you told someone they'd never guess you were an Assistant Pig-Keeper."

Taran laughed fondly at Eilonwy's puzzled frown. "Alas, it's beenlong since last I tended Hen Wen. Indeed, when we journeyed among the folk of the Free Commots, Gurgi and I toiled at nearly everything but pig-keeping. This cloak I wove at the loom of Dwyvach the Weaver-Woman; this sword—Hevydd the Smith taught me the forging of it. And this," he said with a trace of sadness, drawing an earthen bowl from his jacket, "such as it is, I made at the wheel of Annlaw Clay-Shaper." He put the bowl in her hands. "If it pleases you, it is yours."

"It's lovely," answered Eilonwy. "Yes, I shall treasure it. But that's what I mean, too. I'm not saying you aren't a good Assistant Pig-Keeper, because I'm sure you're the best in Prydain, but there's something more—"

"You speak truth, Princess," put in Coll. "He left us a pig-keeper and comes back looking as if he could do all he set his hand to, whatever."

Taran shook his head. "I learned I was neither swordsmith nor weaver. Nor, alas, a shaper of clay. Gurgi and I were already homeward bound when Kaw found us, and here shall we stay."

"I'm glad of that," replied Eilonwy. "All anyone knew about you was that you were wandering every which where. Dallben told me you were seeking your parents. Then you met someone you thought was your father but wasn't. Or was it the other way round? I didn't altogether understand it."

"There is little to understand," Taran said. "What I sought, I found. Though it was not what I had hoped."

"No, it was not," murmured Dallben, who had been watching Taran closely. "You found more than you sought, and gained perhaps more than you know."

"I still don't see why you wanted to leave Caer Dallben," Eilonwy began.

Taran had no chance to reply, for now his hand was seized and shaken vigorously.

"Hullo, hullo!" cried a young man with pale blue eyes and strawcolored hair. His handsomely embroidered cloak looked as though it had been water-soaked, then wrung out to dry. His bootlacings, broken in several places, had been retied in large, straggling knots.

"Prince Rhun!" Taran had almost failed to recognize him. Rhun had grown taller and leaner, though his grin was as broad as it had ever been.

"King Rhun, actually," the young man answered, "since my father died last summer. That's one of the reasons why Princess Eilonwy is here now. My mother wanted to keep her with us on Mona to finish her education. And you know my mother! She'd never have left off with it, even though Dallben had sent word Eilonwy was to come home. And so," he proudly added, "I finally put my foot down. I ordered a ship fitted out, and off we sailed from Mona Haven. Amazing what a king can do when he sets his mind to it!

"We've brought someone else along, too," Rhun continued, gesturing toward the fireside where Taran for the first time noticed a pudgy little man sitting with a cook-pot between his knees. The stranger licked his fingers and wrinkled a flabby nose at Taran. He made no attempt to rise, but only nodded curtly while the scraggly fringe of hair around his bulbous head stirred like weeds under water.

Taran stared, not believing what he saw. The little man drewhimself up and sniffed with a mixture of haughtiness and wounded feelings.

"One should have no trouble remembering a giant," he said testily.

"Remember you?" replied Taran. "How could I not! The cavern on Mona! Last time I saw you, though, you were—bigger, to say the least. But it is you, nevertheless. It is, indeed! Glew!"

"When I was a giant," Glew said, "few would have forgotten me so quickly. Unfortunate that things worked out as they did. Now, in the cavern—"

"You've started him off again," Eilonwy whispered to Taran. "He'll go on like that until you're fairly wilted, about the glorious days when he used to be a giant. He'll only stop talking to eat, and only stop eating to talk. I can understand his eating, since he lived on nothing but mushrooms for so long. But he must have been wretched as a giant, and you'd think he'd want to forget it."

"I knew Dallben sent Kaw with a potion to shrink Glew back to size," Taran answered. "Of what happened to him since then, I've had no word."

"That's what happened to him," said Eilonwy. "As soon as he got free of the cavern, he made his way to Rhun's castle. No one had the heart to turn him away, though he bored us all to tears with those endless pointless tales of his. We took him with us when we sailed, thinking he'd be grateful to Dallben and want to thank him properly. Not a bit of it! We almost had to twist his ears to get him aboard. Now that he's here, I wish we'd left him where he was."

"But three of our companions are missing," Taran said, glancingaround the cottage. "Good old Doli, and Fflewddur Fflam. And I had hoped Prince Gwydion might have come to welcome Eilonwy."

"Doli sends his best wishes," said Coll, "but we shall have to do without his company. Our dwarf friend is harder to root out of the Fair Folk realm than a stump out of a field. He'll not budge. As for Fflewddur Fflam, nothing can keep him and his harp from any merrymaking, whatever. He should have been here long since."

"Prince Gwydion as well," Dallben added. "He and I have matters to discuss. Though you young people may doubt it, some of them are even weightier than the homecomings of a Princess and an Assistant Pig-Keeper."

"Well, I shall put this on again when Fflewddur and Prince Gwydion arrive," said Eilonwy, taking the golden circlet from her brow, "just so they can see how it looks. But I won't wear it a moment longer. It's rubbed a blister and it makes my head ache—like someone squeezing your neck, only higher up."

"Ah, Princess," Dallben said, with a furrowed smile, "a crown is more discomfort than adornment. If you have learned that, you have already learned much."

"Learning!" Eilonwy declared. "I've been up to my ears in learning. It doesn't show, so it's hard to believe it's there. Wait, that's not quite true, either. Here, I've learned this." From her cloak she drew a large square of folded cloth and almost shyly handed it to Taran. "I embroidered it for you. It's not finished yet, but I wanted you to have it, even so. Though I admit it's not as handsome as the things you've made."

Taran spread out the fabric. As broad as his outstretched arms, the somewhat straggle-threaded embroidery showed a white, blue-eyed pig against a field of green.

"It's meant to be Hen Wen," Eilonwy explained as Rhun and Gurgi pressed forward to study the handiwork more closely.

"At first, I tried to embroider you into it, too," Eilonwy said to Taran. "Because you're so fond of Hen and because—because I was thinking of you. But you came out looking like sticks with a bird's nest on top, not yourself at all. So I had to start over with Hen alone. You'll just have to make believe you're standing beside her, a little to the left. Otherwise, I'd never have got this much done, and I did work the summer on it."

"If I was in your thoughts then," Taran said, "your work gladdens me all the more. No matter that Hen's eyes are really brown."

Eilonwy looked at him in sudden dismay. "You don't like it."

"I do, in all truth," Taran assured her. "Brown or blue makes no difference. It will be useful—"

"Useful!" cried Eilonwy. "Useful's not the point! It's a keepsake, not a horse blanket! Taran of Caer Dallben, you don't understand anything at all."

"At least," Taran replied, with a good-natured grin, "I know the color of Hen Wen's eyes."

Eilonwy tossed her red-gold hair and put her chin in the air. "Humph!" she said. "And very likely forgotten the color of mine."

"Not so, Princess," Taran answered quietly. "Nor have I forgotten when you gave me this," he added, taking up the battle horn. "Itspowers were greater than either of us knew. They are gone now, but I treasure it still because it came from your hands.

"You asked why I sought to know my parentage," Taran went on. "Because I hoped it would prove noble, and give me the right to ask what I dared not ask before. My hope was mistaken. Yet even without it—"

Taran hesitated, searching for the most fitting words. Before he could speak again, the cottage door burst open, and Taran cried out in alarm.

At the threshold stood Fflewddur Fflam. The bard's face was ashen, his ragged yellow hair clung to his forehead. On his shoulder he bore the limp body of a man.

Taran, with Rhun behind him, sprang to help. Gurgi and Eilonwy followed as they lowered the still figure to the ground. Glew, his pudgy cheeks quivering, stared speechless. At the first instant, Taran had nearly staggered at the shock. Now his hands worked quickly, almost of themselves, to unclasp the cloak and loosen the torn jacket. Before him, on the hard-packed earth, lay Gwydion Prince of Don.

Blood crusted the warrior's wolf-gray hair and stained his weathered face. His lips were drawn back, his teeth set in battle rage. Gwydion's cloak muffled one arm as though at the last he had sought to defend himself with this alone.

"Lord Gwydion is slain!" Eilonwy cried.

"He lives—though barely," Taran said. "Fetch medicines," he ordered Gurgi. "The healing herbs from my saddlebags—" He stopped short and turned to Dallben. "Forgive me. It is not for me tocommand under my master's roof. But the herbs are of great power. Adaon Son of Taliesin gave them to me long ago. They are yours if you wish them."

"I know their nature and have none that will serve better," Dallben answered. "Nor should you fear to command under any roof, since you have learned to command yourself. I trust your skill as I see you trust it. Do as you see fit."

Coll was already hurrying from the scullery with water in a basin. Dallben, who had knelt at Gwydion's side, rose and turned to the bard.

"What evil deed is this?" The old enchanter spoke hardly above a whisper, yet his voice rang through the cottage and his eyes blazed in anger. "Whose hand dared strike him?"

"The Huntsmen of Annuvin," replied Fflewddur. "Two lives they almost claimed. How did you fare?" he urgently asked Taran. "How did you outride them so quickly? Be thankful it went no worse for you."

Taran, puzzled, glanced up at the distraught bard. "Your words have no meaning, Fflewddur."

"Meaning?" answered the bard. "They mean what they say. Gwydion would have traded his life for yours when the Huntsmen set upon you not an hour ago."

"Set upon me?" Taran's perplexity grew. "How can that be? Gurgi and I saw no Huntsmen. And we have been at Caer Dallben this hour past."

"Great Belin, a Fflam sees what he sees!" cried Fflewddur.

"A fever is working in you," Taran said. "You, too, may bewounded more grievously than you know. Rest easy. We shall give you all the help we can." He turned again to Gwydion, opened the packet of herbs which Gurgi had brought, and set them to steep in the basin.

Dallben's face was clouded. "Let the bard speak," he said. "There is much in his words that troubles me."

"Lord Gwydion and I rode together from the northern lands," Fflewddur began. "We'd crossed Avren and were well on our way here. A little distance ahead of us, in a clearing ..." The bard paused and looked directly at Taran. "I saw you with my own eyes! You were hard pressed. You shouted to us for help and waved us onward.

"Gwydion outdistanced me," Fflewddur went on. "You'd already galloped beyond the clearing. Gwydion rode after you like the wind. Llyan carried me swiftly, but by the time I caught up there was no sign of you at all, yet Huntsmen a-plenty. They had dragged Gwydion from his saddle. They would have paid with their own lives had they stood against me," cried Fflewddur. "But they fled when I rode up. Gwydion was close to death and I dared not leave him."

Fflewddur bowed his head. "His hurt was beyond my skill to treat. I could do no more than bring him here as you see him."

"You saved his life, my friend," Taran said.

"And lost what Gwydion would have given his life to keep!" cried the bard. "The Huntsmen failed to slay him, but a greater evil has befallen him. They've stripped him of his sword—blade and scabbard!"

Taran caught his breath. Concerned only for his companion's wounds, he had not seen that Dyrnwyn, the black sword, hung no longer at Gwydion's side. Terror filled him. Dyrnwyn, the enchanted blade, the flaming weapon of ancient power, was in the Huntsmen's hands. They would bear it to their master: to Arawn Death-Lord, in the dark realm of Annuvin.

Fflewddur sank to the ground and put his head in his hands. "And my own wits are lost, since you tell me it was not yourself who called out to us."

"What you saw I cannot judge," Taran said. "Gwydion's life is our first care. We will talk of these things when your memory is clearer."

"The harper's memory is clear enough." A black-robed woman moved from the dark corner where she had been silently listening, and stepped slowly into the midst of the company. Her long, unbound hair glittered like pale silver; the deadly beauty of her face had not altogether vanished, though now it seemed shadowy, worn away, lingering as a dream only half-recalled.

"Ill fortune mars our meeting, Assistant Pig-Keeper," Achren said. "But welcome, nonetheless. What, then, do you still fear me?" she added, seeing Taran's uneasy glance. She smiled. Her teeth were sharp. "Neither has Eilonwy Daughter of Angharad forgotten my powers, though it was she who destroyed them at the Castle of Llyr. Yet, since I have dwelt here, have I not served Dallben as well as any of you?"

Achren strode to the outstretched form of Gwydion. Taran saw a look almost of pity in her cold eyes. "Lord Gwydion will live," she said. "But he may find life a crueler fate than death." She bent andwith her fingertips lightly touched the warrior's brow, then drew her hand away and faced the bard.

"Your eyes did not play you false, harper," Achren said. "You saw what was meant for you to see. A pig-keeper? Why not, if thus he chose to appear? Only one wields such power: Arawn himself, Lord of Annuvin, Land of the Dead."

Copyright © 1968 by Lloyd Alexander. Renewed 1996.

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  • Posted November 27, 2010

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    Classic children's fantasy

    In the fifth, and final, novel in the Chronicles of Prydain, the final battle with the Death Lord takes place-and all the old buddies from previous books come out to play war. In many ways, this book is darker than the earlier ones. Although it is still appropriate for any child who is capable of reading it (fourth or fifth grade), it may be scary for very young kids who are being read to. Despite this, The High King was the best of the Prydain books. It taught good moral values, was cute and sweet, and never crossed the level of violence that some more recent children's books achieve. Definitely a classic of children's fantasy!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 12, 2014

    This book is about a man named Taran. When Taran was a baby, Dal

    This book is about a man named Taran. When Taran was a baby, Dallben (a wizard) saved him from a war. The story takes place in the land named Prydain. After a huntsman from the land of the dead kills a king and takes the sword named Dyrnwyn Taran and his friends build an army to battle the death lord. The army travels through rough terrain and arrives at the land of the dead. Taran finds Dyrnwyn and kills the deathless cauldron born. After that he slays the Lord of Death and becomes High King of Prydain. Tarans friends from the house of don have to move back to their homeland. Princess Eilonwy stays with Taran though.
    I give this book four stars. It doesn’t tell you the background of the characters and how they met. Also the characters talk a lot so it’s mostly dialogue. I recommend you read the previous books in the series so you can know the characters better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2013

    Great finale to the series

    The final book in the Chronicles of Prydain brings together all of the characters we've grown to know and love over the entire series. Arawn is on the move and ready to take back the sword Dyrnwyn. Taran and his band must make sure this doesn't happen.

    This volume is much darker and sadder than the rest of the series, but I found it to be necessary. It is a truly a wonderful book on its own, encapsulating all that I loved about the entire series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2013

    Great

    This book is great for the mysterious and adventurous person

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2013

    Great

    Definetely one of the best authors ever! He is timeless and ageless and anyone who does not like even one of his books (but you really should like all of them) should go and get their head examined! Llyod Alexander is..... THE HIGH KING OF FANTASY!!!!!!!
    See what I did there!!
    P.S. Do not get me wrong Tolkien is a HIGH KING to!!!!!!

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  • Posted March 4, 2013

    i thought the book was an epic conclusion to the series. the boo

    i thought the book was an epic conclusion to the series.
    the books are, by the way for the younger reader,
    4-6 grade about.
    very good books
    excellent!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2013

    Hah

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    :——}D

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2012

    A good read

    Thumbs up

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  • Posted May 9, 2009

    good

    good to readnig skill and share to friends

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2009

    Taran and the thrilling conclusion

    The Prydain series makes one fall in love with Wales and all its myths. I read this as a child and still loved it after rereading it with my kids (the 2006 publishing date is not when it was first published). That gold seal on the cover still means something.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2008

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    The High King is the best book I have ever read by the best author ever and in the best series ever. If you love a good book with lots of action, adventure, and a little bit of tragedy, read this book. I highly recommend The High King. Highly!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 17, 2006

    A Good Book

    This is a really good book,with a crumby ending.A book to remember.No wonder it won the Newberry Medal!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2006

    Unexpected

    The High King is arguably one of the most fascinating end books in any fantasy series I have yet to read. After reading book after book, bibliophiles find that it is easy to predict the endings. And, after finishing the previous four books in the series, I admit, I thought I had it. Surprising, moving, and powerful, the ending is something that not every average person can appreciate. Some readers, especially children, will want the ending to turn out the way they want it to turn out, but this is not the book for them. The book is so powerful and unique for this very reason: it does not follow the typical path and does run the risk of disappointing certain readers, yet it is ultimately true to the story. The only disappointment I suffered at the end of this series was the fact that it was over and I had nothing more to read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2006

    Most astonishing ending!!!

    The High King by Lloyd Alexander is an amazing story about a teenager named Taran in medieval times. While Taran is an assistant-pig keeper, he is in love with a princess/ witch. Her name is Elonwy. Elonwy decides to become a princess though she does have the choice in the matter. In this book, Taran asks a prophetical white pig named Wig Fen what disaster is about to happen. When the magical sticks break, everyone present knows that the prophecy is such a horrible disaster that the sticks break. When an evil sorcerer comes back, Taran uses a sword to break an evil spell. While, that is happening, the Evil Sorcerer captures Elonwy. I liked this book a lot. I do recommend it to people who like to read about damsels in distress and the hero is a mere person of no importance. What I liked about this book is that it goes right to the point but it skips around to one person to another when the chapter is over. When you finally are done, you will want to know what happens when they get to their final destination. Read this book to find out all of the details that are giving a tug at your heart.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2005

    Perfect ending

    This book is a very good ending to the adventures of Taran and the companions. However, it's sad at parts, but that only adds to the adventure. Prepare yourself, anything can (and does) happen.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2005

    Proof that there is reading for young adults beyond Harry Potter

    I read this series several years ago and loved it. A wonderful story, excellent characters (even though pronouncing their names can be tricky) and a satisfying ending. The Pydrain books are great for young people just getting into fantasy, and is readable for adults to, so you can connect with your kids.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2005

    Amazing

    This book rocked! It was the perfact companion to the other books in the series. I dont know what your reading Keven because this book was simply remarkable. If you ever see it on the shelf buy it and buy the other books in the series. It is symply a masterpiece that will be treasured for ages.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2005

    I *STILL* enjoy reading this... and I'm OLD. :)

    I first learned of Taran and his wonderful adventures in Prydain when I was in 3rd or 4th grade, about 22 years ago. Now, at the ripe 'old' age of 30, I continue to pick up the five volumes of the Prydain Chronicles at least once a year, to remind myself of what it means to grow, learn, and succeed, even when times seem darkest. I recommend this book... but read the other four first!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2004

    Don't ever, ever read this book!

    I strongly suggest that you never read this book because it was absolutly boring and the characters are confusing, like Gwydion. So if you ever see this book on the shelf don't pick it up.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 7, 2004

    Remake of Lord of the Rings for young readers

    I am a teacher of young children. I have become interested in the Newbery Award books and have read from 'A Wrinkle In Time' up to 'The High King'. I found this book to be virtually identical to 'The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King'. If you enjoy that type of genre, you will enjoy this book. For me, it was 'Been there, done that'.

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