The King's Name

The King's Name

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The warrior Sulien ap Gwien and her lord King Urdo have finally united the land of Tir Tanagiri into a kingdom ruled by justice under a single code of law. But where many see a hopeful future for the land, others believe they sense the seeds of a new tyranny. Soon Tir Tanagiri faces the blight of civil war, and Sulien ap Gwien must take up arms against former

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The warrior Sulien ap Gwien and her lord King Urdo have finally united the land of Tir Tanagiri into a kingdom ruled by justice under a single code of law. But where many see a hopeful future for the land, others believe they sense the seeds of a new tyranny. Soon Tir Tanagiri faces the blight of civil war, and Sulien ap Gwien must take up arms against former comrades and loved ones, fighting harder and harder to hold on to Urdo's shining dream.

Continuing the epic begun in The King's Peace, this new novel brings the story of Sulien ap Gwien to a rousing and moving conclusion.

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This sequel to The King's Peace (Tor, 2000/VOYA April 2001) continues the story of Sulien ap Gwien, a female soldier and King, who is both supporter and friend to the High King Urdo, a character based on King Arthur. Urdo's hard-won peace begins to erode as individual rulers egged on by Morthu (Mordred) demand more power, and old pagan traditions clash with the new monotheistic religion of the White Gold. As Morthu incites civil war, old friends become enemies. Even Aurien, Sulien's sister, turns against her and tries to poison her. Sulien fights again at the High King's side with her eighteen-year-old son, Darien, who is rumored to be the child of Urdo. Urdo, fatally wounded at the Battle of Agned, declares Darien his heir. Strangely, Urdo lingers, dying yet already dead and becoming one with the land while remaining in spirit to advise Darien as he assumes command. Sulien finally captures Morthu and brings him to trial for treason and sorcery. Walton weaves a fascinating theology throughout this novel. Sulien is a pagan, calling upon numerous gods and goddesses to poison wells, heal the wounded, and establish order in her world. Darien embraces the new religion, symbolizing the inevitability of change from one generation to the next. Sulien, a strong, unsentimental female character, is honored and respected for her integrity and courage by both generations despite their divergent beliefs. Historical fiction enthusiasts will embrace the authenticity and credibility of this well-told fantasy. VOYA CODES: 4Q 4P S A/YA (Better than most, marred only by occasional lapses; Broad general YA appeal; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12; Adult and Young Adult). 2001, Tor, 304p, Wallace
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Walton began her Arthurian fantasy cycle with The King's Peace (2000), in which the famous characters bear Welsh names and visionary King Urdo, ruling at Caer Tanaga, strives to bind his disunited nobles against the yellow-haired Jarnish invading Tir Tanagri. The barbarians capture the warrior Sulien ap Gwien, rape and impregnate her, and kill her brother Darien. Sulien names her son Darien after her brother and herself, not after his real father, Ulf Gunnarsson. Now division again enters the land. Urdo still wants all of Tir Tanagri's petty kingdoms to be one country with a single set of laws. Ulf Gunnarsson has joined Sulien while evil Morthu, the son of Urdo's late sorceress sister Morwen, rises as the chief villain. While visiting her sister Aurien's hall at Magor, Sulien drinks cider poisoned by Aurien with henbane. After retching in her room, she is set onto her horse Beauty by Conal Fishface and at midnight rides home to Derwen to recover, although Conal dies fighting off her pursuers. Urdo has tried to make peace with the Jarns, but the nobles believe Urdo has stronger ties to the Jarns now settled here than to them, and the attempted poisoning leads Sulien to believe that Aurien is deeply implicated in the civil war now underway. Morthu's magic eventually leads to Urdo's death on the field-but then Morthu meets even stronger magic. Arthurian cycles can be more engaging than Walton's fantasia (see Haydn Middleton's trilogy)-but fantasy fans will ask for more.
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"War is a tough subject to do well, but in this gritty, moving second and final book in the saga of Tir Tanagiri, British author Walton makes the strife of civil war not only believable but understandable . . . . Fine work."-Publishers Weekly (starred review)

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The King's Name

By Jo Walton, Patrick Nielsen Hayden

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2001 Jo Walton
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-8216-0


    The swallows fly low tonight,
    swooping and soaring,
    soon the rain will come.

    I trudge uphill to the dun,
    children run past me.
    My breath comes slowly.

    They all held me mighty, then,
    blood on the spearblade,
    death in bright sunlight.

    Better the spear had caught me,
    in my youth, my pride.
    Before my defeat.

    It brings me grief, not comfort,
    he died long ago
    upright, like a man.

    Very few care for me now.
    Rain makes my bones ache.
    My deeds forgotten.
    The swallows recall to mind
    time gone, chances missed,
    and my only son.

— "The Lament of Atha ap Gren"

The first I knew about the civil war was when my sister Aurien poisoned me.

I was in her hall in Magor. I spent most of my time at Derwen, but half the ala were stationed a day's ride away at Magor and I rode down to see them and exchange troops quite regularly. I enjoyed going, it made a break in my routine. I had nothing to do there but the work of a praefecto. Aurien needed no help running Magor. She was always cool and polite toward me but never more. Her boys, however, were always pleased to see me. She did have the decency to wait until they had gone to bed before poisoning me, which probably saved my life. It meant she had to put it into the cider, not the food, where anyone would have just thought she had been heavy-handed with the spices. It was the very end of spring, never a good time for meat, and she had four extra mouths to feed.

I had brought Conal Fishface and Emlin with me and Emer was there, too, on her way back from a visit to Caer Tanaga. As soon as I saw her there I thought that Conal had known she would be and felt angry with him for using me like that. He did not eat with us, of course, but he joined us in the eating alcove afterward. I was saying good night to the boys. Galbian, the fifteen-year-old Duke of Magor, bowed like the adult he almost was. Thirteen-year-old Gwien, the heir to Derwen, was still young enough to go off reluctantly, begging for rides and stories tomorrow Aurien over-protected them. If I said anything to her about it she would reply by saying she would bear in mind all my experience of child-rearing. But the consequence of her fussing was that they ran off to the barracks when they could and didn't tell her their adventures. I was glad Galbian would be in the ala next year; both the discipline and the training would do him good. Aurien set her lips and said nothing when they talked about winning glory at war.

Conal sat down beside me and Aurien poured out the cider. She had brought out a board set with beakers and a heavy stone jug. She poured for Emer first, then for me, then Emlin, Conal, and for herself last. None of her people were sitting with us that night, not even Father Cinwil who was usually her constant companion. She raised her beaker to me, and drank. I drank in return. I noticed the bitterness almost at once, but I had still in politeness drained almost half the cup before I set it down. I could feel my tongue thickening in my mouth.

"What news from Caer Tanaga?" Aurien asked Emer.

"Very little," Emer said. "Some of the allied kings are late sending their taxes this year, it seems."

"And how are Urdo and your sister?" Aurien asked.

I leaned forward to pick up my beaker to drink some more and see if it would clear the strangeness in my mouth and throat. As I did so I realized that my body wasn't responding the way it should. "I don't feel well —" I began, but the words came out slurred.

"I think the cider has been too much for Sulien," Aurien said, and laughed. "She went off drinking with the armigers before dinner, and that cup has set her over the edge."

I tried to protest that I had taken no strong drink since the night before, but instead I slid down toward the table. My eyes were half open. I could see, but I had lost control of my body. Conal leaned toward me and deftly sniffed at my cup while his body shielded him from Aurien. He lifted me so I was sitting up again. "It wasn't with the armigers she was drinking but with me," he said. "We were having a contest and it seems I have won." Again I tried to protest that there wasn't a word of truth in it, but my mouth wouldn't obey me. My mind was working slowly, because it was only now I knew I'd been poisoned. Being poisoned at meat at my own sister's table was something that I had never feared.

"These soldiers, I don't know how they put up with each other," Aurien said to Emer. Emer laughed politely. I couldn't see her. She must have known Conal was lying. "I'll call for some water," Aurien went on.

"I think, as it is my fault she's in this condition, I'd better take the praefecto to bed," Conal said, heaving me to my feet. "She can walk, the legs are always the last to go. Perhaps you'll give me a hand, ap Trivan?"

"Just put her straight to bed, she'll be all right," Aurien said. "She often does this, and it always passes off by morning."

I couldn't speak to deny this. I felt Emlin heave up my other shoulder, but I couldn't feel my legs at all. "My apologies, Lady" he said to Aurien.

"Really, it isn't you who needs to apologize," she said. "No doubt I'll hear enough excuses from my sister in the morning. I'll send some water to her room, but I don't expect she'll recover consciousness tonight now; she never does."

"It must be very hard on her to drink so much," Emer was saying as Conal and Emlin half carried and half dragged me out of the hall. As soon as we were outside I felt as if I was being pulled in half.

"It's this way," Emlin said.

"The midden first," Conal said. "She has to be sick."

"If she's had that much to drink —" Emlin began, when Conal interrupted him in a savage whisper.

"She hasn't had anything beyond that half cup. I was lying to give myself a reason to take charge of her in time. She's been poisoned and we need to get it out of her."

"Poisoned?" Emlin echoed. "Poisoned? Why?" They started to drag me again, this time out toward the midden. It was twilight outside. A chill wind was blowing. I tried to breathe deeply but couldn't even manage that. I wasn't sure if I was breathing at all, I couldn't feel it.

"Why, I can't think; it's ridiculous to poison someone at your own table but I know who, and what. It was henbane. I could smell it. From the look of her it was a strong dose — it doesn't usually act quite that fast. Water given after that would finish her off; it would take it right through her system, and she was twice offered it." My head lolled back against my shoulder. I wondered how Conal had come to know so much about poison.

"But why would Galba's lady poison her own sister?" Emlin asked.

"Because she wants her dead for some good reason," Conal suggested.

"Why should I trust you?" Emlin asked.

"What is the worst that can happen if you do?" Conal asked. He sounded furious. "Your praefecto, with a sore head, will be angry you did too much. Have you ever seen her in this condition, by the way? I thought not. If you don't, well, she'll be dead. She'll also be disgraced. Dead of drinking is no fit end for a hero's story." We had reached the midden. I could barely smell it. "Now, stick your finger down her throat."

"Why me?" Emlin asked, but he took hold of my jaw and did as Conal told him. As his finger went down I retched and the cider came back out, and my dinner with it, splashing Emlin's boots.

"That's why," Conal said, holding me as far forward as he could. As I retched I began to feel a little better.

"Do it again," I said, but it came out as a gargle.

"What's that?" Emlin asked eagerly. I tried again, but nothing happened.

"See if there's any more that can come out," Conal suggested. Emlin did, and I managed to empty myself. Then Conal wiped my face with his sleeve and pinched my cheek, frowning. I could see his hand but I could barely feel the touch. "We'd better get her out of here," he said.

"Why?" Emlin asked. "How would that help?"

"Partly because the lady of Magor may well try again," Conal said. "And partly because Sulien may yet die of this if it spreads so she stops breathing. Worse, she could live but like this, paralyzed or part paralyzed." I jerked and twitched in his hands, trying desperately to move. He was right, I had rather be dead. "We need to get her home to Derwen. The land will help her there."

"How can we do that?" Emlin asked. "She's in no state to ride."

"Tie her on the horse like a sack of meal," Conal suggested. "I know. I'll take her to her room, in case anyone comes checking. You saddle up horses for you and for her, and bring them around under the window. I'll lower her down to you when I hear you coming, then you can ride for Derwen."

"I —" Emlin hesitated. He looked at me. "Praefecto?"

I tried to speak, to tell him to do what Conal said, but I couldn't say anything but inarticulate grunts. With all the strength I had I concentrated on my right hand, and managed to make the ala hand signal to tell Emlin he should take Conal's orders. It was the best I could do.

"Understood," he said. He looked worried. As he went out of sight he was chewing on his beard.

Conal lifted me over his shoulder and went back through the house toward my room. We passed some servants who looked baffled but said nothing. When we got inside Conal propped me against the wall in aslumped position. "Breathe as deep as you can," he said. "Water wouldn't be a good idea yet." I sat and breathed. He took my armor off the armor stand by the bed. "I'm going to see if I can get this on you," he said. "It's more sensible for riding, and safer in case of arrows. I wish I knew what was happening; she can't have hoped to get away with that. There must be something going on."

I grunted agreement. Conal hauled me up and unwound my drape, dropping it on the floor. He put one of my arms into the armor and stared confused at the breast strapping. I would have liked to laugh; but I would have liked to be able to move my arms even more. Just then there came a tap at the door. In one swift movement Conal picked me up, dropped me on the bed, and dropped my cloak on top of me. I couldn't turn my head, so I could see nothing but my armor stand and beyond it the arched Vincan window and, outside, the darkening sky and one branch of a sycamore, the trefoil leaves very dark against the twilight blue.

"Yes?" Conal said, somewhere I couldn't see him. "My lady?" I wished I felt more confident in his ability to stop Aurien from politely poisoning me again. I couldn't think what I had done to her recently to make her hate me so much. It was twelve years since I had brought Galba home after Foreth.

"It's me," Emer's voice said. I heard the door open and someone come in. "What game are you two playing?" she asked, and then, "Conal!"

Conal laughed, and shut the door, still laughing. "Do you doubt me so much?" he gasped, between gales of merriment. "No, I am not sneaking off to betray you with Sulien ap Gwien, dreadful as it seems to see me alone here in her room and her drape thrown on the floor."

"What then?" Emer sounded impatient. "Sulien?"

"She can't talk," Conal said. I flopped my head a little and made a noise that was supposed to be agreement. I was drooling; it disgusted me to feel it. "She's been poisoned. Ap Trivan and I are going to get her out of here. You can help me get her into her armor. You probably have a better idea of how the confounded fastenings work."

At that Emer gurgled with laughter, and came around into my field of vision. She was carrying a jug of water. She set it down on the floor and pulled down the cloak, and she and Conal began to dress me. I feltterrible, and worse, I felt sleepy I knew if I slept, the drug would take me. "Where are you going to take her?" Emer asked.

"Ap Trivan's going to take her home to Derwen," Conal said.

"Ah, yes. The land will help," Emer said, fastening the straps. I felt like a large, ungainly baby as she forced my legs in.

"You don't seem surprised that the lady of Magor would do such a thing," Conal said.

Emer glanced at me, sighed, then looked up at him. "I have quarreled with my sister. She knows about you, and she has cast me off. A red-cloak came to Aurien this morning with letters."

Conal drew in his breath sharply. "That's nonsense," he said, very gently. He took one of Emer's hands and held it for a moment. "Elenn may well wish you dead, and certainly me, but why Sulien? She was her champion. She is Urdo's friend, and his praefecto and the mother of his son. Death in disgrace would not serve the High King."

"Elenn is not Urdo," Emer said, still looking up at him. "Elenn is an Isarnagan and a woman. Poison is a woman's weapon."

"Aurien is a woman," Conal said. "If Elenn wanted anyone dead it would include me, and probably you as well if she knows. It would be too good a chance for her to miss when we were all together, but none of the other cups were touched. In any case Aurien is no particular friend to Elenn that I have ever heard. Who are her friends?"

"Thansethan," Emer said, unhesitatingly. "That could mean Elenn. Kerys ap Uthbad and her brother Cinvar, the lord of Tathal. Veniva and the people of Derwen, but why would any of them want Sulien dead? Beyond that I do not know."

"Thansethan could mean more than Elenn," Conal said. I was dressed; he walked over to the window and looked out. "But it is not a thing the Pale often do, poisoning their families. I know the White God gives a shield against a great many dangers, but surely not against kin-murder?"

Emer turned to look at him. A strand of her hair was straggling loose down her back. "I think it gives a shield against any perils encountered in their cause," she said. "And they have never been friends to Sulien."

I tried to speak, but it was pointless. I found it hard to imagine Father Gerthmol poisoning me. It would be an act of war against Derwen, and that would break Urdo's Peace. Whoever killed me he would avenge me, and so would Darien. Darien was a signifer now. I was more inclined to believe that Aurien had done it to stop Gwien coming to Derwen to spend the summer with me. It was disproportionate, but it was a comprehensible reason.

They both turned to me. "What is it?" Emer asked. She looked at Conal. He raised his eyebrows.

"Do you know why Aurien did it? Do you think Thansethan would poison you?" he asked. I rolled my eyes; it was about all I could manage. Conal snorted. "I don't think so either."

"What are we going to do in the morning when she's gone?" Emer asked, practically.

"Assume she's eloped with ap Trivan and sympathize with Aurien for the scandal of having a sister who drinks so much and shares blankets with her subordinates," Conal said. I rolled my eyes again.

"Should we leave tonight as well?" Emer asked. "Are we in danger here? If she wanted to poison us she's missed her best chance."

"Not if she wanted to get away with it. That story about drinking too much could easily have worked if she'd died in the night. An ignominious end for Urdo's praefecto, but not incredible. Less convincing if it was all three of us, don't you think?"

"It wouldn't have worked on Veniva," Emer said. "Veniva knows how much Sulien drinks, who better? It wouldn't have worked on Urdo either, though Aurien might have thought it would. I suppose if she suspected me she wouldn't have let me bring the water up."

"She can't have been expecting us either," Conal said. "Maybe she only had one dose prepared? I only decided to come on the flick of a wing. I came to Dun Morr with messages to Lew, and as I was bored waiting for you I rode to Derwen, and when I heard Sulien was coming here I came with her. And she must have known you'd be coming through, but not when. You know how surprised I was to see you, my heart." He smiled very deliberately.

"She is awake and listening," Emer said, glancing at me, embarrassed. "I think it would be safer if we all leave tonight."

"I shall have to send ap Trivan for more horses," Conal said. He leaned out of the window. "This is a very convenient tree. Ah, here he comes."

I forced my hand to move, to give the hand signal that meant the whole ala. Emer saw, but of course she didn't understand. I couldn't leave them here in danger. Then there were the boys — but I knew Aurien would never hurt her boys, even if she had gone quite mad.

Conal came around behind me and heaved me to my feet. My balance was terrible. I couldn't have stood without being held but my legs seemed to move of themselves. He walked me to the window. I looked down and saw two armed and mounted men, and Beauty. I was glad it wasn't Glimmer. He hadn't been happy with anything that wasn't routine since the time we met Turth. One of the riders was Emlin, the other was Garian. I wished I had been practicing belly flopping onto horses from a height, though it would have done me little good if I had. Conal lowered me down, and Emlin caught hold of me and steadied me into the saddle. I fell forward over Beauty's neck at once. Garian tied my legs to the saddle so I couldn't fall off completely. I caught Emlin's eye, and made the hand signal again. "The ala," I signaled. "To Derwen. At dawn." Moving them now would probably be more dangerous than staying the night; a dawn move wouldn't seem so suspicious that anyone would go and wake Aurien. Or so I hoped. Emlin looked puzzled.


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Though a war hero and perhaps the key to King Urdo¿s victory over the rival kingdoms and the Jarnish invaders, Sulien ap Gwien only wants to leave behind as memories her soldiering days and just peacefully manage her land. However, Urdo¿s dream of equal justice under the law for all worries some of the leaders of Tir Tanagari that the King is establishing a dictatorship. Sulien learns first hand that the country is split when visiting her sister Aurien who tries to kill her with poison. The quick reaction of two of Sulien¿s loyal men saves her life.

Sulien recovers at her home, she wonders why her sibling wants her dead. When she learns what is happening in her country, she joins the king¿s side of the civil war. As the final confrontation begins, Sulien knows the cost of infighting to herself, her family, and her country as brother and sister take arms against one another.

sequel to the fantastic KING¿S PEACE is more than just one of the best military science fiction tales of the year. Though sub-genre fans will delight in the taut plot that makes anyone susceptible to doing evil deeds, readers of military fiction will also find THE KING¿S NAME a triumph. Jo Walton goes into extreme depth explaining the why and the psychological and economical damage of a civil war so rarely seen in a novel. She deftly interweaves the motives and the effect for killing one¿s family into the plot. Ms. Walton needs to keep her mantle clear for all the awards this book will garner.

Harriet Klausner