Noman (Noble Warriors Series #3)
  • Noman (Noble Warriors Series #3)
  • Noman (Noble Warriors Series #3)

Noman (Noble Warriors Series #3)

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by William Nicholson

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The safe haven of the Noble Warriors has been demolished and the Nomana have disbanded. When a young boy preaching peace and joy mesmerizes all who come in contact with him, a large following grows quickly--one that soon includes Morning Star and the Wildman. Yet Seeker, who is obsessed with his increasingly perilous journey to kill the last savanter, finds his

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The safe haven of the Noble Warriors has been demolished and the Nomana have disbanded. When a young boy preaching peace and joy mesmerizes all who come in contact with him, a large following grows quickly--one that soon includes Morning Star and the Wildman. Yet Seeker, who is obsessed with his increasingly perilous journey to kill the last savanter, finds his mission placing him at odds with this new leader. As loyalties and friendships and faith are tested, all three heroes must question: Who can be trusted? And what can be believed?

Part adventure-fantasy, part love story, and part reflection on the themes of power and faith, Noman is a thrilling and thought-provoking novel--a beautiful wrap-up to a critically acclaimed series.

Editorial Reviews

KLIATT - Deirdre Root
The Noble Warriors trilogy comes to a satisfying conclusion with this new book. The three former Nomana have each gone off in different directions: Wildman to lead his spiker army, Morning Star to mend her heart, and Seeker to destroy the last two savanters who would take over the world. But all their plans are disrupted by a new power in the land, the Joy Boy, whose giddy, blissful followers tempt the lost and lonely. When Morning Star and Wildman fall under his spell, Seeker struggles to find the right path. This cracking good adventure story is also an exploration of leaders and followers, individuality and conformity, and individual responsibility. The ending leaves open the possibility of further adventures. All three books are an essential purchase for libraries. Reviewer: Deirdre Root
School Library Journal

Gr 8 Up

In this conclusion to the trilogy, Seeker, a Noble Warrior, is using his extraordinary powers to track down and kill the last two remaining savanters, evil creatures that drain the lir (life) out of their victims in order to prolong their own. Seeker has tracked them from the ends of the Earth, and to kill them is his final mission. What starts as a hunt turns into a philosophical debate. Each of the three Noble Warriors is presented with both an external battle of swords and flesh and an internal battle of faith and understanding. The setting for this story is a pastoral world much like our own 150 years ago. There are deserts and mountains, green valleys and deep seas that Seeker spends most of the book running through, which keeps the tempo of the story up. The other main characters seem to sit and contemplate their existence, occasionally moving for a fight or a short trip. Their focus is on the nature of the world, their place in it, and whether their god-the All and Only-exists at all. Unfortunately, the theme is sometimes too obviously superimposed on the plot. Relationship patterns and scenes among the characters are recycled over and over again. Wildman and Caressa, for example, have the same argument numerous times, and it's hardly worthy of two military leaders such as themselves. Still, the book is worth purchasing for fans of the series.-Jennifer-Lynn Draper, Children's Literature Consultant, Oshawa, Ontario, Canada

Kirkus Reviews
This fine conclusion to the Noble Warriors Trilogy continues the tale of the three-Seeker for Truth, Morning Star and Wildman-as they travel across their drought-afflicted land to complete their mission. Fans will cheer on the many reappearing characters and welcome several new ones; it is through the strength of characterization that the power of this trilogy comes through. The whole, read in order, is far stronger than any of the volumes taken individually: The exploration of religion and of ethical behavior will provoke thought and lead, where encouraged, to discussion. Thematic wealth and stylistic sophistication that combines shifting points of view and a complex narrative structure complement a skillful use of language and flawless balance of description and exposition. The story's somewhat opaque and melodramatic climax may stretch readers' suspension of disbelief, but its ultimate resolution will satisfy all but the most exacting reader. Give this series to readers of His Dark Materials and recommend it to middle- and high-school teachers. (Fantasy. 12-15)
From the Publisher
"Returning readers in the midst of their own spiritual questioning will likely be most receptive to this unusually contemplative series closer."—Booklist

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Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Publication date:
Noble Warriors Series, #3
Product dimensions:
6.40(w) x 9.00(h) x 1.30(d)
660L (what's this?)
Age Range:
12 Years

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The Hunter


Seeker climbed the narrow mountain track at a steady pace, following in the agile footsteps of his guide. Ahead and above them loomed the steep face of the mountainside, a fractured wall of rock that rose and broke and rose again—like a giant’s staircase.

"There," said his guide, pointing, breathing hard with the exertion of the climb. "You see where the track comes to an end?"

Seeker looked, and saw that the rock face above was scored by regular lines.

"Is it a wall?"

"That’s the way into the cave."

They continued up the zigzag track, and as they came closer, he saw it clearly. The wall was made of blocks of the same stone that formed the mountain, laid flush with the mountain’s side—but this was the work of men.

"They’re in there?"

"That they are," said his guide. "But once the mountain men close the door, there’s no one can breach it." He spoke in the peevish tones of one who suspects he is not believed. "I told you you’d have a wasted journey."

"I see no door."

"No one sees it. But it’s there."

They climbed on, and so at last reached the shelf of rock where the track ended. Here rose the wall, each block as high as a man and as wide as a man’s arms can reach. They were set tight, one against the next, and cut clean into the mountainside. High above, in the third row of blocks, a horizontal line of small circular holes had been drilled through the stone to admit light and air.

Seeker studied the fortification. He felt the cracks between the blocks with his fingers, and pushed with his hands against each block in turn. It seemed impossible that one of these massive stones could swing open.

"Now you see for yourself," said the guide. "You wouldn’t believe me. But you asked me to lead you to the cave, and I’ve done as you asked."

He rubbed his hands together, anxious to receive his payment and go.

"Can they hear us?" said Seeker. "Do they know we’re here?"

"Oh, they know. They’ll have been watching us since we left the valley."

"If I call to them, would they hear me?"

The guide became agitated.

"Best not to anger them. We should go back now."

"I’m not going back."

"But there’s no use in it," whined the guide. "These old ones you seek, they’ll have paid well. The mountain men keep their bargains."

"And so do I," said Seeker.

He stood back from the high wall, as far as the narrow shelf allowed, and called in a loud voice.

"Mountain men! Open your doors! I mean you no harm!"

"No!" cried the guide, frantically waving his arms. "No! They’ll stone us! Leave them be! We must go!"

Seeker turned to the guide and spoke to him quietly.

"You go, my friend. My business is here."

The guide shuffled his feet and rubbed his hands together and looked at the ground.

"And my payment?"

"I have no money."

"No money? But you promised me payment! Am I to be cheated?"

Seeker touched his cheeks.

"I will pay you as I promised."

He held the guide’s face lightly between his palms.

"I give you peace."

The guide became very still. Then he gave a small shudder and looked up at Seeker with shy, uncertain eyes.

In place of the shrill whine, there came a soft whisper. "Thank you," he said.

Seeker withdrew his hands. The guide looked round him, blinking, as if he had just woken from sleep. Then he stretched all his body, reaching his arms out wide, and sighed deeply. Then he smiled.

"Thank you," he said again.

With that, he set off back down the track. Seeker watched him on his way. Then he turned back to the high rock wall.

"Open your doors!" he cried. "Or I’ll break them down!"

From deep within the rock he heard the sound of mocking laughter.

"So be it."

He let his arms fall to his sides, and he closed his eyes. He felt his own weight on the warm ground. He felt the pressure of his bare feet on the mountain rock. Deep below he felt the slow stirring of the mountain’s lir. He drew two long steady breaths and drove down and down until he touched the heart of that great slumbering power. Then steadily, surely, irresistibly, he drew it up into himself, making of himself a channel for the force of the mountain range.

All things are connected. All power is one power.

He opened his eyes and raised both arms. He stretched his arms out before him and summoned the lir to flow down his arms to his fingertips. He touched his two forefingers together.

A bolt of pure force struck the rock wall. The wall shuddered under the impact. Dust rose from the lines of mortar. The shuddering intensified, and the great stone blocks began to part. Seeker held his ground, arms outreached, streaming power into the shivering wall. Now the stones were rattling against each other like teeth. One high block cracked with a sound like a hammer blow, then fell crashing and tumbling down the mountainside. There followed a deep grinding roar. The lower blocks began to bulge outwards as if pushed from within, opening up gaping cracks. The tall square-cut stones were rocking, moving, advancing like limbless giants. One block in the lower line staggered and fell. With a rending crash the rest came toppling down, one on another, amid a gush of debris and stone dust.

Seeker lowered his arms and waited for the dust to settle.

"Send out the old ones!" he cried. "I have no quarrel with anyone else."

There was no answer. From far below came the rattle of falling fragments, bouncing down the mountainside to the valley floor.

The broken outline of the cave mouth now became visible. Seeker stepped into the shadowy space. The walls and roof were those of a natural cave, which narrowed as it penetrated deeper into the mountain. The only light came from the opening. Within, all was darkness.

Seeker felt no fear, and no weariness. The destruction of the last two savanters was his mission and his obsession. Until it was accomplished, he had no other life. But now he had hunted them to the end. There would be a kill, and a kill.

And afterwards? Peace, if allowed. Rest, if deserved. Love, if given. And a home on the quiet side of the world.

 He strode into the dark tunnel. As he went, the light behind him grew fainter and the only sounds he could hear were his own footsteps. The tunnel narrowed and twisted and turned. He began to feel his way with outstretched hands. The light dwindled, then was gone. He advanced in utter blackness. No longer guided by sight, he concentrated his attention on the sounds round him.

Nothing moved, but the sounds were changing. The passage was becoming wider. He sensed space opening up on either side of him. He came to a stop.

Now, his footfalls silent, he heard the faint sound of men breathing.

"You can’t hurt me." He spoke his warning into the blackness. "Don’t make me hurt you."

There came a soft stirring in the still air. Seeker’s hyperacute senses traced the source: invisible arms reaching up, preparing to strike. Then came the rush of sudden motion, the hiss of hurled missiles. Too turbulent for spikes. They were throwing stones.

He stood still and flooded his body with force. The stones struck him and fell harmlessly to the ground. When the last missile had rattled into silence, he spoke to his attackers, saying again, "You can’t hurt me."

There came a cry of fury, and the unseen mountain men fell on him from all sides. Seeker stood rooted as the mountain itself while his attackers dashed themselves against him like waves against a cliff. Every blow they struck made him stronger and left them weaker.

"What sort of devil is this?" they cried in terror.

A spark flickered. A candle flame swelled into brightness. An older man held the candle high. By its light Seeker saw the mountain men who had attacked him, lying groaning and helpless on the ground.

A rapid scan of the cave told him that the ones he hunted were not here.

"Where are the old ones?" he said.

"We promised them protection." The man with the candle spoke in a voice full of bitterness. "They paid well."

"Did they pay a price worth dying for?"

The mountain man broke into a harsh laugh.

"They offered us eternal life," he said. "And now you come to kill us."

"I’ve no quarrel with you," said Seeker. "Just tell me where they are."

"Deeper in," said the mountain man, handing Seeker the candle. "Follow the cave."

Seeker set off, holding the candle before him. The tunnel narrowed once more as it cut deeper and deeper into the mountain. In one place it opened out into a larger chamber, where there were signs of the life lived here—clay pots of water, rolls of bedding—but Seeker saw no other people. Evidently the savanters had retreated to the innermost reaches of the great cave.

The candle flame began to flicker. A little farther down the twisting tunnel, and it flickered more violently. Then came a rush of air and the candle went out. In the sudden darkness, Seeker felt wind on his face. Ahead, he caught a glimpse of a faint light.

Filled now with fear, he hurried forward. As he went, the light grew. He rounded a bend in the tunnel, and there before him was the bright glare of a disc of sky. He raced down the last stretch of tunnel and found himself emerging into open air.

He was on the far side of the mountain.

Bitter with disappointment, angry with himself for not having anticipated such an obvious possibility, he scanned the scene before him. A broad road ran down the mountain to a gorge. A bridge carried the road across the gorge to the flanks of the next mountain on the far side. And there, toiling up the distant slope, was a wagon drawn by two horses.

Seeker strained his eyes to see. On the flat bed of the wagon lay two white-canopied litters of the kind used to carry the dead. The wagon was making good progress and was far away. The savanters had escaped him again.

Copyright © 2007 William Nicholson

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