Tuck (King Raven Trilogy Series #3) [NOOK Book]


"Pray God our aim is true and each arrow finds its mark."

King Raven has brought hope to the oppressed people of Wales--and fear to their Norman overlords. Deceived by the self-serving King William and hunted by the treacherous Abbot Hugo and Sheriff de Glanville, Rhi Bran is forced again to take matters into his own hands as King Raven.

Along the way Friar Tuck has been the stalwart supporter of the man ...

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"Pray God our aim is true and each arrow finds its mark."

King Raven has brought hope to the oppressed people of Wales--and fear to their Norman overlords. Deceived by the self-serving King William and hunted by the treacherous Abbot Hugo and Sheriff de Glanville, Rhi Bran is forced again to take matters into his own hands as King Raven.

Along the way Friar Tuck has been the stalwart supporter of the man behind the legend--bringing Rhi Bran much-needed guidance, wit, and faithful companionship.

Aided by Tuck and his small but determined band of forest-dwelling outlaws, Rhi Bran ignites a rebellion that spreads through the Welsh valleys, forcing the wily monarch to marshal his army and march against little Elfael.

This epic trilogy dares to shatter everything you thought you knew about Robin Hood as Stephen R. Lawhead conjures an ancient past while holding a mirror to contemporary realities. Filled with unforgettable characters, breathtaking suspense, and rousing battle scenes, Stephen R. Lawhead's masterful retelling of the Robin Hood legend reaches its stunning conclusion in Tuck.

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"Adam Verner's powerful characterizations and masterful performance transport listeners to medieval Britain as he narrates the legendary story of Friar Tuck and Robin Hood—with a twist. Rhi Bran is forced to masquerade as King Raven, aka Robin Hood, to elude the treacherous Abbot Hugo and Sheriff de Glanville. In doing so, he brings hope to the oppressed people of Wales and strikes terror in the hearts of the Norman invaders. Sound effects—the clashes of armor and swords, bloodcurdling screams, and horse's frightened snorts—all lend authenticity. Verner portrays short, stout Friar Tuck's witticisms—subtly humorous; his advice—wise beyond measure; his prayers—often answered; and his faithfulness to Robin—unwavering. Immersed in Celtic mythology, political intrigue, and exciting battle scenes and filled with memorable characters, TUCK is an unforgettable heroic tale." 
G.D.W. © AudioFile Portland, Maine
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781418574048
  • Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
  • Publication date: 12/14/2009
  • Series: King Raven Trilogy Series, #3
  • Sold by: THOMAS NELSON
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 464
  • Sales rank: 155,660
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Stephen Lawhead

Stephen R. Lawhead is an internationally acclaimed author of mythic history and imaginative fiction.He is the author of such epics asThe King Raven, Song of Albion, and Dragon King Trilogies.Lawhead makes his home in Oxford, England, with his wife. Twitter: @StephenLawhead Facebook: StephenRLawhead

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King Raven: Book 3

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2009 Stephen R. Lawhead
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4185-7404-8

Chapter One

Tuck shook the dust of Caer Wintan off his feet and prepared for the long walk back to the forest. It was a fine, warm day, and all too soon the friar was sweltering in his heavy robe. He paused now and then to wipe the sweat from his face, falling farther and farther behind his travelling companions. "These legs of mine are sturdy stumps," he sighed to himself, "but fast they en't."

He had just stopped to catch his breath a little when, on sudden impulse, he spun around quickly and caught a glimpse of movement on the road behind—a blur in the shimmering distance, and then gone. So quick he might have imagined it. Only it was not the first time since leaving the Royal Lodge that Tuck had entertained the queer feeling that someone or something was following them. He had it again now, and decided to alert the others and let them make of it what they would.

Squinting into the distance, he saw Bran far ahead of the Grellon, striding steadily, shoulders hunched against the sun and the gross injustice so lately suffered at the hands of the king in whom he had trusted. The main body of travellers, unable to keep up with their lord, was becoming an ever-lengthening line as heat and distance mounted. They trudged along in small clumps of two or three, heads down, talking in low, sombre voices. How like sheep, thought Tuck, following their impetuous and headstrong shepherd.

A more melancholy man might himself have succumbed to the oppressive gloom hanging low over the Cymry, dragging at their feet, pressing their spirits low. Though summer still blazed in meadow, field, and flower, it seemed to Tuck that they all walked in winter's drear and dismal shadows. Rhi Bran and his Grellon had marched into Caer Wintan full of hope—they had come singing, had they not?—eager to stand before King William to receive the judgement and reward that had been promised in Rouen all those months ago. Now, here they were, slinking back to the greenwood in doleful silence, mourning the bright hope that had been crushed and lost.

No, not lost. They would never let it out of their grasp, not for an instant. It had been stolen—snatched away by the same hand that had offered it in the first place: the grasping, deceitful hand of a most perfidious king.

Tuck felt no less wounded than the next man, but when he considered how Bran and the others had risked their lives to bring Red William word of the conspiracy against him, it fair made his priestly blood boil. The king had promised justice. The Grellon had every right to expect that Elfael's lawful king would be restored. Instead, William had merely banished Baron de Braose and his milksop nephew Count Falkes, sending them back to France to live in luxury on the baron's extensive estates. Elfael, that small bone of contention, had instead become property of the crown and placed under the protection of Abbot Hugo and Sheriff de Glanville. Well, that was putting wolves in charge of the fold, was it not?

Where was the justice? A throne for a throne, Bran had declared that day in Rouen. William's had been saved—at considerable cost and risk to the Cymry—but where was Bran's throne?

S'truth, thought Tuck, wait upon a Norman to do the right thing and you'll be waiting until your hair grows white and your teeth fall out.

"How long, O Lord? How long must your servants suffer?" he muttered. "And, Lord, does it have to be so blasted hot?"

He paused to wipe the sweat from his face. Running a hand over his round Saxon head, he felt the sun's fiery heat on the bare spot of his tonsure; sweat ran in rivulets down the sides of his neck and dripped from his jowls. Drawing a deep breath, he tightened his belt, hitched up the skirts of his robe, and started off again with quickened steps. Soon his shoes were slapping up the dust around his ankles, and he began to overtake the rearmost members of the group: thirty souls in all, women and children included, for Bran had determined that his entire forest clan—save for those left behind to guard the settlement and a few others for whom the long journey on foot would have been far too arduous—should be seen by the king to share in the glad day.

The friar picked up his pace and soon drew even with Siarles: slim as a willow wand, but hard and knotty as an old hickory root. The forester walked with his eyes downcast, chin outthrust, his mouth a tight, grim line. Every line of him bristled with fury like a riled porcupine. Tuck knew to leave well enough alone and hurried on without speaking.

Next, he passed Will Scatlocke—or Scarlet, as he preferred. The craggy forester limped along slightly as he carried his newly acquired daughter, Nia. Against every expectation, Will had endured a spear wound, the abbot's prison, and the threat of the sheriff 's rope ... and survived. His pretty dark-eyed wife, Noín, walked resolutely beside him. The pair had made a good match, and it tore at his heart that the newly married couple should have to endure a dark hovel in the forest when the entire realm begged for just such a family to settle and sink solid roots deep into the land—another small outrage to be added to the ever-growing mountain of injustices weighing on Elfael.

A few more steps brought him up even with Odo, the Norman monk who had befriended Will Scarlet in prison. At Scarlet's bidding, the young scribe had abandoned Abbot Hugo to join them. Odo walked with his head down, his whole body drooping—whether with heat or the awful realization of what he had done, Tuck could not tell.

A few steps more and he came up even with Iwan—the great, hulking warrior would crawl on hands and knees through fire for his lord. It was from Iwan that the friar had received his current christening when the effort of wrapping his untrained tongue around the simple Saxon name Aethelfrith proved beyond him. "Fat little bag of vittles that he is, I will call him Tuck," the champion had said. "Friar Tuck to you, boyo," the priest had responded, and the name had stuck. God bless you, Little John, thought Tuck, and keep your arm strong, and your heart stronger.

Next to Iwan strode Mérian, just as fierce in her devotion to Bran as the champion beside her. Oh, but shrewd with it; she was smarter than the others and more cunning—which always came as something of a shock to anyone who did not know better, because one rarely expected it from a lady so fair of face and form. But the impression of innocence beguiled. In the time Tuck had come to know her, she had shown herself to be every inch as canny and capable as any monarch who ever claimed an English crown.

Mérian held lightly to the bridle strap of the horse that carried their wise hudolion, who was, so far as Tuck could tell, surely the last Banfáith of Britain: Angharad, ancient and ageless. There was no telling how old she was, yet despite her age, whatever it might be, she sat her saddle smartly and with the ease of a practiced rider. Her quick dark eyes were trained on the road ahead, but Tuck could tell that her sight was turned inward, her mind wrapped in a veil of deepest thought. Her wrinkled face might have been carved of dark Welsh slate for all it revealed of her contemplations.

Mérian glanced around as the priest passed, and called out, but the friar had Bran in his eye, and he hurried on until he was within hailing distance. "My lord, wait!" he shouted. "I must speak to you!" Bran gave no sign that he had heard. He strode on, eyes fixed on the road and distance ahead.

"For the love of Jesu, Bran. Wait for me!"

Bran took two more steps and then halted abruptly. He straightened and turned, his face a smouldering scowl, dark eyes darker still under lowered brows. His shock of black hair seemed to rise in feathered spikes.

"Thank the Good Lord," gasped the friar, scrambling up the dry, rutted track. "I thought I'd never catch you. We ... there is something ..." He gulped down air, wiped his face, and shook the sweat from his hand into the dust of the road.

"Well?" demanded Bran impatiently.

"I think we must get off this road," Tuck said, dabbing at his face with the sleeve of his robe. "Truly, as I think on it now, I like not the look that Abbot Hugo gave me when we left the king's yard. I fear he may try something nasty."

Bran lifted his chin. The jagged scar on his cheek, livid now, twisted his lip into a sneer. "Within sight of the king's house?" he scoffed, his voice tight. "He wouldn't dare."

"Would he not?"

"Dare what?" said Iwan, striding up. Siarles came toiling along in the big man's wake.

"Our friar here," replied Bran, "thinks we should abandon the road. He thinks Abbot Hugo is bent on making trouble."

Iwan glanced back the way they had come. "Oh, aye," agreed Iwan, "that would be his way." To Tuck, he said, "Have you seen anything?"

"What's this then?" inquired Siarles as he joined the group. "Why have you stopped?"

"Tuck thinks the abbot is on our tail," Iwan explained.

"I maybe saw something back there, and not for the first time," Tuck explained. "I don't say it for a certainty, but I think someone is following us."

"It makes sense." Siarles looked to the frowning Bran. "What do you reckon?"

"I reckon I am surrounded by a covey of quail frightened of their own shadows," Bran replied. "We move on."

He turned to go, but Iwan spoke up. "My lord, look around you. There is little enough cover hereabouts. If we were to be taken by surprise, the slaughter would be over before we could put shaft to string."

Mérian joined them then, having heard a little of what had passed. "The little ones are growing weary," she pointed out. "They cannot continue on this way much longer without rest and water. We will have to stop soon in any event. Why not do as Tuck suggests and leave the road now—just to be safe?"

"So be it," Bran said, relenting at last. He glanced around and then pointed to a grove of oak and beech rising atop the next hill up the road. "We will make for that wood. Iwan—you and Siarles pass the word along, then take up the rear guard." He turned to Tuck and said, "You and Mérian stay here and keep everyone moving. Tell them they can rest as soon as they reach the grove, but not before."

He turned on his heel and started off again. Iwan stood looking after his lord and friend. "It's the vile king's treachery," he observed. "That's put the black dog on his back, no mistake."

Siarles, as always, took a different tone. "That's as may be, but there's no need to bite off our heads. We en't the ones who cheated him out of his throne." He paused and spat. "Stupid bloody king."

"And stupid bloody cardinal, all high and mighty," continued Iwan. "Priest of the church, my arse. Give me a good sharp blade and I'd soon have him saying prayers he never said before." He cast a hasty glance at Tuck. "Sorry, Friar."

"I'd do the same," Tuck said. "Now, off you go. If I am right, we must get these people to safety, and that fast."

The two ran back down the line, urging everyone to make haste for the wood on the next hill. "Follow Bran!" they shouted. "Pick up your feet. We are in danger here. Hurry!"

"There is safety in the wood," Mérian assured them as they passed, and Tuck did likewise. "Follow Bran. He'll lead you to shelter."

It took a little time for the urgency of their cries to sink in, but soon the forest-dwellers were moving at a quicker pace up to the wood at the top of the next rise. The first to arrive found Bran waiting at the edge of the grove beneath a large oak tree, his strung bow across his shoulder.

"Keep moving," he told them. "You'll find a hollow just beyond that fallen tree." He pointed through the wood. "Hide yourselves and wait for the others there."

The first travellers had reached the shelter of the trees, and Tuck was urging another group to speed and showing them where to go when he heard someone shouting up from the valley. He could not make out the words, but as he gazed around the sound came again and he saw Iwan furiously gesturing towards the far hilltop. He looked where the big man was pointing and saw two mounted knights poised on the crest of the hill.

The soldiers were watching the fleeing procession and, for the moment, seemed content to observe. Then one of the knights wheeled his mount and disappeared back down the far side of the hill.

Bran had seen it too, and began shouting. "Run!" he cried, racing down the road. "To the grove!" he told Mérian and Tuck. "The Ffreinc are going to attack!"

He flew to meet Iwan and Siarles at the bottom of the hill.

"I'd best go see if I can help," Tuck said, and leaving Mérian to hurry the people along, he fell into step behind Bran.

"Just the two of them?" Bran asked as he came running to meet Siarles and Iwan.

"So far," replied the champion. "No doubt the one's gone to alert the rest. Siarles and I will take a stand here," he said, bending the long ashwood bow to string it. "That will give you and Tuck time to get the rest of the folk safely hidden in the woods."

Bran shook his head. "It may come to that one day, but not today." His tone allowed no dissent. "We have a little time yet. Get everyone into the wood—carry them if you have to. We'll dig ourselves into the grove and make Gysburne and his hounds come in after us."

"I make it six bows against thirty knights," Siarles pointed out. "Good odds, that."

Bran gave a quick jerk of his chin. "Good as any," he agreed. "Fetch along the stragglers and follow me."

Iwan and Siarles darted away and were soon rushing the last of the lagging Grellon up the hill to the grove. "What do you want me to do?" Tuck shouted.

"Pray," answered Bran, pulling an arrow from the sheaf at his belt and fitting it to the string. "Pray God our aim is true and each arrow finds its mark."

Bran moved off, calling for the straggling Grellon to find shelter in the wood. Tuck watched him go. Pray? he thought. Aye, to be sure—the Good Lord will hear from me. But I will do more, will I not? Then he scuttled up the hill and into the wood in search of a good stout stick to break some heads.

Chapter Two

Swift and furtive as wild things, the women and children disappeared into the deep-shadowed grove. Bran called all the men together at the edge of the wood. "We have six bows," he said. "Iwan, Siarles, Tomas, Rhoddi ..." He paused, eyeing the men gathered around him, assessing their abilities. His gaze lit on one of the eager young men who had joined the Grellon following the loss of his family's home to the Ffreinc. "You, Owain, will join me. I want a guard with each bowman to watch his back and retrieve any arrows that fall within easy reach. So now, archers and guards come with me. The rest of you go with Tuck and help protect the others."

"We want to fight too," said one of the men, speaking up.

"If any of the Ffreinc get in behind us," Bran told him, "you'll have your hands full right enough. Tuck will tell you what to do."

As Bran turned to lead his small group of archers to their places at the edge of the grove, a hand reached out and halted him. "Lend me a bow. I can draw."

Bran turned and shook his head. "I know, Will—when you're healed and practiced."

"Even crippled as I am I'd wager I can still draw better than anyone here—saving only yourself, my lord."

"No doubt," Bran allowed, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "But let be today, Will." Bran's eyes slid past Will to Noín and Nia, and the young, round-shouldered, whey-faced Ffreinc monk hovering a few steps away. "Look after your family and your friend here—and take care of Angharad. See that none of them come to harm. That will be help enough."

Bran hurried away to join the archers, and Will turned to the worried young monk behind him. "Come along, Odo," he said. "Follow Noín and help her see to the old woman and her horse, and look sharp, unless you want Abbot Hugo to get his hands on you again."

They hurried to join the others in the hollow, and Tuck gathered the rest. "This way!" he called, and led his crew of seven unarmed warriors to a small glade midway between the archers and the hollow where the rest of the Grellon had found their hiding places. "We will stand here," he told them. Then, raising his stubby oak branch lengthwise, he held it high, saying, "Get one of these to hand quick as you can, and hurry back. We'll make ourselves scarce behind the trees there, and there"—he pointed out the nearby boles of massive oaks—"and over there. If any Ffreinc get past Bran and the others we'll do for 'em."


Excerpted from Tuck by STEPHEN R. LAWHEAD Copyright © 2009 by Stephen R. Lawhead. Excerpted by permission of Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted April 2, 2009

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    Fitting Ending to Fine Trilogy

    Stephen Lawhead wraps up his Robin Hood saga masterfully in this final installment. Bran and his men (and women) continue to fight valiantly for Bran's kingship, from the Welsh greenwood which hides them to the King's Road. As in earlier books, the band must rely not only on their deadly longbows, but on quick wits and inventiveness. As the title suggests, in this part of the tale Friar Tuck plays a crucial role. An epilogue and author's notes at the end enrich the reader's understanding of how this legend grew. Not to be missed by readers who loved the first two books!

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  • Posted February 22, 2009

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    Lawhead brings new twists to the Robin Hood legend in this trilogy by making Robin Hood or Bran ap Brychan heir to the Welsh cantref Elfael. This twist is not without irony as the remnant of the original Britons had been driven into Wales and Normandy by invading Saxons long before the Norman invasion. Incidentally, this is one of those books that are more historical fiction than science fiction and fantasy but you will find it under the latter heading simply due to the reputation of the author.

    Norman invaders kill Bran's father and his father's war band and take possession of Elfael. Bran's enemies in "Tuck" are the very unholy Abbot Hugo and his minions Sheriff de Glanville and Marshal Guy of Gysburne and the treacherous English King William Rufus. The first two books of the series, "Hood" and "Scarlet" , introduced us to Iwan (or "Little John" as he was called by Friar Aethelfrith), Friar Tuck (as he was called by Iwan), Merian, Will Scarlet, and the wise and ancient bard, Angharad. They also introduced us to the Raven King - the dark birdman phantom created by Bran to terrify the Normans. "Tuck" continues to illustrate how such legends spread widely, grab the imagination of the local population and serve to unify their opposition.

    I waited with great anticipation for this third book of the series and was initially disappointed. "Tuck" lacked the freshness of "Hood" and the novelty of Will Scarlet telling his story from prison to the naïve and simple monk Odo in "Scarlet". King Raven was less active, and the villains seemed less villainous in this third book. The scope also seemed smaller as Bran's war band seemed to have shrunk to a very small scale - half a dozen archers against no more than a couple score of Norman knights. However, the scope widens as "Red William", the English King, leads an army through the Marsh to make an example of the unruly Welsh. Friar Tuck also earns the right to have his name on the final book of the series. The ending serves to explain how the legend of Robin Hood spread from the Welsh roots Lawhead gives it and ties up all the loose ends in a very satisfying manner.

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  • Posted February 15, 2009

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    The final tale of the King Raven trilogy is a terrific finish to a great retelling of the Robin Hood legend.

    In the late eleventh century they fled to the forests of the March from the invaders who routed Rhi Bran y Hud and his loyal Grellen fighters from their home Elfael; William the Conqueror gave their land to Abbot Hugo. Although the forest outlaws have become a powerful force due to their skill with the longbow inside the dense forest, they know they are losing the war outside the March. Hugo accompanied by traitorous Guy of Gysburne and their ferocious Ffreinc barbarians assault Bran¿s subjects with a brutality never seen before as women and children are expendable to this ruthless horde.<BR/><BR/>Robin and the Grellen feel helpless while their loved ones are being butchered. They know they must confront a much more powerful enemy not as outlaws hiding behind trees in the forest, but as a freedom fighting force. Bran has strong allies like Will Scarlet the forester, Angharad the seer, Merian the warrior and especially the diabolical Friar Tuck. Leaving Will and the seer behind with the Grellen inside the March to continue the guerilla tactics, Bran and Tuck leave the forest to rally the collapsing Ffreinc forces under the rallying cry of the return of the heir. At the same time Lady Merian learns her father is dead and her brother is a puppet married to the enemy. Their efforts look even more hopeless than when they started the end game.<BR/><BR/>The final tale of the King Raven trilogy (see SCARLET and HOOD) is a terrific finish to a great retelling of the Robin Hood legend. The story line is fast-paced keeping the sense of desperate franticness that the heroes face while their people are being butchered. Fans of the saga will relish Stephen R. Lawhead¿s excellent rendition but should first read the previous books to obtain a better understanding of what inspires Bran and his loyal teammates to keep on going though they are dispirited and confronting overwhelming odds to become living legends instead of dead outlaws; as even the myths are written by the victors.<BR/><BR/>Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted December 30, 2010

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    Another excellent book by Lawhead

    Lawhead has achieved another masterful series with the Raven King Trilogy. I have always enjoyed his books and this one delivers another page-turner. There were times when I could not put it down. The retelling of the legend of Robin Hood was just as masterful as when Lawhead retold the legend of King Arthur. I would love to see Lawhead do another Science Fiction series, but these retelling of English legends is working just as well. Be sure to read the first two books in the series before picking up this one as you could be lost as to what is going on. One thing to note, it seems as if Lawhead wasn't sure how he was going to tie up the story until this book. He started a trilogy, but then put stuff in this book he hadn't in the others. Still well-written, but odd.

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  • Posted February 14, 2010

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    Great Escape

    A good ending to the Series!!!

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  • Posted November 11, 2009

    Loved It!

    I have been a fan of Stephen Lawhead for some time now. This book did nto dissapoint me in anyway. His style, imagination and obvious love for literature allows you to experience this world as you never have or will!

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  • Posted June 22, 2009

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    great ending to the trilogy

    What we know now as legend, old and familiar as the dusty books we read as children, began in the dark distance of the past as something else-as some truth we've changed until we remember things that never were and forget those that really happened.

    For every legend we love, another story lies buried somewhere, tantalizing and forever out of reach.

    In the King Raven (Welsh "Rhi Bran") Trilogy, the "elsewhere" is Wales. Bran ap Brychan is the clever, roguish, and reckless son of a bullheaded king, estranged from his father and wishing nothing more than to pursue his own lusts in his own way. All that changes when Brychan and his war band are slaughtered by treacherous Normans. Elfael is given into Norman hands, and Bran, the rightful king, is driven wounded into the shadows of Coed Cadw, the Guardian Wood.

    Hood tells the story of Bran's plunge into the forest, his rescue by the ancient bard Angharad, and the beginning of his fight against the Normans as he embraces his role as king. In Scarlet, the legend continues as men and women gather around Bran, becoming more and more the rogue outlaw and merry men we all know. And in Tuck, the story reaches its powerful conclusion.

    As Tuck opens, the men and women of Coed Cadw are staggering home from bitter betrayal at the hands of William Rufus, the Norman king. The Saxon mendicant Aethelfrith, nicknamed "Friar Tuck," trudges alongside them, praying: "How long, O Lord? How long must your servants suffer? And Lord, does it have to be so blasted hot?"

    With their hope of royal intervention snatched from them, Bran and his people prepare for the fiercest battle of their lives-a prolonged and impossibly stacked battle for peace.

    The tale is written with Lawhead's customary mastery of place and time, by times earthy and misty with the atmosphere of a Great Britain shared by Normans, Saxons, and Cymry. The details are never forced, but they transport readers back to the eleventh century as effectively as any time machine. The characters, too, are brought to life through Lawhead's skillful writing-especially Tuck himself, whose bow-your-head-and-pass-the-ale faith is extraordinarily human and real.

    Compared to the dark, brooding atmosphere of Hood, I found Tuck to be an adventure story of the kind I loved reading as a child. It's funny, exciting, and sometimes sad, carried ever forward by the power of hope. By the final chapters, it seems certain that hope will never come to fruition-but then there's that ending, unexpected, almost unbelievable, and entirely right.

    But that's all I'll say about that.

    Faith is a very real force in Tuck. Nearly every character claims it, be he villain or hero, priest or Norman soldier or Welsh king. Most believe themselves to be on God's side-or at least sincerely hope they are-and most are wrong in some respect. God is on His own side, after all. But the men and women of Lawhead's eleventh-century Britain never make the modern mistake of thinking that God is not involved at all.

    Tuck is a powerful conclusion to a trilogy that dares take us back to a place and time forgotten, reimagining a legend in a way that might have been, with true credit to a God who certainly is. It's a thoroughly enjoyable read.

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  • Posted May 30, 2009

    Great Way to Finish the Series

    Read the first 2 then enjoy this fun take on Robin Hood

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  • Posted May 20, 2009

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    A satisfying end to the Robin Hood tale

    In Tuck, Stephen Lawhead's third and final instalment of his King Raven Trilogy, William the Red has reneged on his promise to restore Elfael to Bran Brychan, the rightful king. Bran and his flock flee back to the forest as Abbot Hugo's men give chase. The rebels make it back safe, but Bran knows that something more must be done. The Normans are men without honor and will not listen to reason. And Bran's band of rebels is not enough to overtake his Norman foes. Without some assistance, Bran will never manage to take back his throne. So Bran goes north to his kin to plead for assistance. There he finds Norman invaders have taken over this place as well. Bran weaves a plan to spring the rightful Welsh king from prison.

    This third volume in the King Raven Trilogy follows Friar Tuck, for the most part. My favorite scenes in this story were when Bran was masquerading as the Spaniard nobleman in an attempt to free the Welsh king from prison. I also enjoyed Tuck's dialogue very much. Here is an example of the bowlegged little friar's words.

    "God love you, man," sighed Tuck. "Changing horses in the middle of the stream-is this a good idea, I ask myself?"
    "From what you say, Friar," replied Bran, "Wolf Hugh is no respecter of the church. Good Father Dominic may not receive the welcome he so rightly deserves."
    "Who would fare better?" wondered Tuck.
    "Count Rexindo!" announced Bran, taking the name of a Spanish nobleman mentioned by the ship's master.
    Tuck moaned. "All very well for you, my lord. You can change like water as mood and whim and fits of fancy take you. God knows you enjoy it."
    "I confess I do," agreed Bran, his twisted smile widening even more.
    "I, on the other hand, am a very big fish out of water. For all, I am a poor, humble mendicant whom God has seen fit to bless with a stooped back, a face that frightens young 'uns, and knees that have never had fellowship one with the other. I am not used to such high-flown japes, and it makes me that uneasy-strutting about in someone else's robes, making airs like a blue-feathered popinjay."
    "No one would think you a popinjay," countered Bran. "You worry too much, Tuck."
    "And you not enough, Rhi Bran."
    "All will be well. You'll see."

    Tuck leaves me wishing I could read a more of these characters. All were introduced back in the first book, but it wasn't until this book that I really felt connected to them all. Tuck is a fun story that would stand fine on its own, but is also a satisfying end to this trilogy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 6, 2009

    The Robin Hood Saga Retold

    The characters save for the protagonist are "run of the mill." The plot is sameo, sameo Robin Hood and his band of merrie outlaws fighting Normand injustices.
    The insights provided by Mr. Lawhead into the minds of the characters are interesting and I would say typical of the time frame presented.
    The action is fast and ultimately satisfying. But even though this is a "pot boiler" and in the same overall genre as the much touted "Dime-Novels" of the late 19th century, the story of Robin and his merrie band along with Maid Marion fulfill an inner need. We need heros who win over almost impossiable odds. I would place Mr. Lawhead in the same class as Robert Louis Stevenson and Sir Walter Scott but a wee bit below the middle say a 4 out of a possible 10

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2009

    Great finish to an amazing series!

    Lawhead has taken a well know folk hero and fleshed him out like few others have done. In this third and final book in the King Raven Trilogy, Lawhead ties up an amazingly well written and engrossing story that takes Bran from spoiled rich boy to Rhys Bran, Kind Raven. Well detailed historical fiction. Well done, Stephen Lawhead!

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  • Posted March 30, 2009

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    A Good Wrap Up to the Series, Weakest of Trilogy

    I was sorely disappointed by the 3rd book in the King Raven series. I read through the first 2 so quickly that I eagerly awaited the release of Tuck having finished Scarlet only months prior. The first 2 books focused on the title character and I was hoping to find out more about Tuck, who seems to play a central role in many of the Robin Hood legends. While overall, this book does wrap up the trilogy and gives the reader closure to the Rhi Bran story, it does not focus on Tuck. In fact, Tuck, as a character, seems very secondary to the rest of the plot in restoring Elfael to its rightful ruler.

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  • Posted March 1, 2009

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    Friar Tuck Finally Gains 3D Status

    In the King Raven trilogy, Stephen Lawhead creates his own version of Robin Hood, this time placing him in the 12th century under the rule of William Rufus, son of William the Conqueror. This Robin is actually the rightful heir to a fiefdom in The March, a band of Wales that is on the border with England. Tuck is the third volume, this time following Friar Tuck's role and adventures in the whole story. Written in third person omniscient, the narrative will sometimes wander to Robin or other characters, giving the reader a panorama view of all the players and their activities and conversations. While Robin is still the leader and main hero, this time Friar Tuck's role is brought much more to the forefront. His contribution to the final denouement is crucial; more than that I dare not say lest I give away the finale. Friar Tuck is much more well developed as a character in this novel than in most stories; he is usually presented as the somewhat jolly gourmand who is fond of ale and food, but he seems a bit questionable in his true piety and devotion to God. Happily, Lawhead's Tuck has a deeper relationship with his Lord and does seem to want to follow God. He is in contrast to the rich, powerful and power-hungry Abbots and Bishops that scheme to take land and money from the true Britons and Welsh people. Tuck is a servant, a simple priest as he says, but he knows his scripture. Tuck has great depth to his character. Time and again, Robin puts his trust in Father Aethelfrith (Tuck's real name) to perform tasks could affect life or death for the whole group of followers in Robin's camp.

    There are the familiar tales of broken promises and subterfuge on the part of the sheriff, the greedy Abbot, and the king, as well as many daring exploits with Robin and his Grellon winning against impossible odds in skirmish after skirmish. One difference in this story, though, is that the forest dwellers recognize that the successes come from the intervention of God. They feel certain that their cause is just, so therefore God is on their side.

    Above all, Lawhead presents a convincing case for his version of Robin Hood's story, why it might be the true story and how the other versions may have evolved over time. His use of a ballad of Rhi Bran y Hud and his Grellon cradles the narrative in the form that our earliest known versions came from, the ballads of early minstrels. With an abundance of Celtic, French, and Welsh language thrown around, coupled with detailed cultural ambience that appears to be authentic of the time and the Welsh and Norman peoples, the tale of King Raven (it has to do with a translation like Rhi Bran, which led to Robin donning a terrifying big Raven costume to frighten enemies) sounds plausible.

    Those who love legends like Robin Hood and King Arthur will devour Tuck as well as the other two books in the series, Hood and Scarlet. I am sure it would be better if the books could be read in order, but I personally haven't read the first two, and I found it easy enough to follow without the background. Perhaps for someone who actually knows nothing of Robin Hood, it could be confusing to start at the last book. Tuck will appeal to those who thrive on digging into the truth behind any fictional history. I found myself looking up a lot of the words at first, mostly Welsh words. It's something I enjoy. Little touches like a pronunciation guide and a map added to my personal enjoyment in reading. Many extra touches enhanced a stor

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  • Posted February 25, 2009

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    If it had to end, this will work.

    While going from really enjoying Hood and then to absolutely loving Scarlet it was no surprise that I was thoroughly impressed with Tuck. The first book in the series, Hood was told from a narrative standpoint outside the eyes of the main characters. The second, Scarlet was directly dictated by Scarlet himself. And lastly, the third, Tuck was narrated partially by Tuck and partially by an outside vision. The change in perspective through out the series was very unique to me and I felt that it made the series come more alive than it would have in a monotone narration.

    Though, I suppose one could read this book alone without having read the first two in the series. I would not suggest it because you will miss so much, however the bard's poetry through out in the beginning of each section does a wonderful job of recreating the tale. Having read the first two books over two years ago, I really loved having the reminder of the plot that I might have forgotten.

    Friar Tuck's final installation to the trilogy completes the story in a favorable manor that I could never have imagined. There is much action and battle, but also underlying romance from characters you would not have thought it possible. Easily, I would tell you that this story is about hope and perseverance. Journeys to other areas of the continent filled with excitement and disappointment as well build through out the story and give you encouragement to continuously turn the pages until there are no more.

    My one regret with this story is that it has ended. It was so good and so much fun to read that I cannot wait for future books filled with the imagination of Stephen Lawhead to become available. I highly recommend this book, but also the entire series as well. Go read the excerpts available on Lawhead's website and decide for yourself if it might be of interest. I doubt you will be disappointed.

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