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The Hallowed Hunt (Chalion series, 3) Mass Market Paperback – May 30, 2006
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A magnificent epic tale of devotion, possession, obsession, and strange destiny from the author of the Hugo Award-winning
Paladin of Souls
Lois McMaster Bujold
The half-mad Prince Boleso has been slain by a noblewoman he had intended to defile -- and Lord Ingrey kin Wilfcliff must transport the body to its burial place and the accused killer, the Lady Ijada, to judgment. With the death of the old Hallow King imminent and the crown in play, the road they must travel together is a dangerous one. And though he is duty-bound to deliver his prisoner to an almost certain death, Ijada may be the only one Ingrey dares trust. For a monstrous malevolence holds the haunted lord in its sway -- and a great and terrible destiny has been bestowed upon him by the gods, the damned, and the dead.
- Print length448 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherHarper Voyager
- Publication dateMay 30, 2006
- Dimensions4.19 x 1.12 x 6.75 inches
- ISBN-100060574747
- ISBN-13978-0060574741
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“An unusual kind of ghost story that transcends the usual intimate form by several degrees of magnitude.” — Locus
“Well worth exploring, offering a new twist on Bujold’s addictive mix of suspense, romance, heroism, politics, and unconventional religion.” — Mythprint
About the Author
One of the most respected writers in the field of speculative fiction, Lois McMaster Bujold burst onto the scene in 1986 with Shards of Honor, the first of her tremendously popular Vorkosigan Saga novels. She has received numerous accolades and prizes, including two Nebula Awards for best novel (Falling Free and Paladin of Souls), four Hugo Awards for Best Novel (Paladin of Souls, The Vor Game, Barrayar, and Mirror Dance), as well as the Hugo and Nebula Awards for her novella The Mountains of Mourning. Her work has been translated into twenty-one languages. The mother of two, Bujold lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
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The Hallowed Hunt
By Lois BujoldHarperCollins Publishers, Inc.
Copyright © 2006 Lois BujoldAll right reserved.
ISBN: 0060574747
Chapter One
The Prince was dead.
Since the king was not, no unseemly rejoicing dared showin the faces of the men atop the castle gate. Merely, Ingrey thought,a furtive relief. Even that was extinguished as they watched Ingrey'stroop of riders clatter under the gate's vaulting into the narrowcourtyard. They recognized who he was -- and, therefore, who musthave sent him.
Ingrey's sweat grew clammy under his leather jerkin in thedamp dullness of the autumn morning. The chill seemed cuppedwithin the cobbled yard, funneled down by the whitewashed walls.The lightly armed courier bearing the news had raced from theprince's hunting seat here at Boar's Head Castle to the hallow king'shall at Easthome in just two days. Ingrey and his men, though moreheavily equipped, had made the return journey in scarcely moretime. As a castle groom scurried to take his horse's bridle, Ingreyswung down and straightened his scabbard, fingers lingering onlybriefly on the reassuring coolness of his sword hilt.
The late Prince Boleso's housemaster, Rider Ulkra, appearedaround the keep from wherever he'd been lurking when Ingrey'stroop had been spied climbing the road. Stout, usually stolid, hewas breathless now with apprehension and hurry. He bowed. "LordIngrey. Welcome. Will you take drink and meat?"
"I've no need. See to these, though." He gestured to the halfdozen men who followed him. The troop's lieutenant, Rider Gesca,gave him an acknowledging nod of thanks, and Ulkra deliveredmen and horses into the hands of the castle servants.
Ingrey followed Ulkra up the short flight of steps to the thickplankedmain doors. "What have you done so far?"
Ulkra lowered his voice. "Waited for instructions." Worry scoredhis face; the men in Boleso's service were not long on initiative atthe best of times. "Well, we moved the body into the cool. We couldnot leave it where it was. And we secured the prisoner."
What sequence, for this unpleasant inspection? "I'll see the bodyfirst," Ingrey decided.
"Yes, my lord. This way. We cleared one of the butteries."
They passed through the cluttered hall, the fire in its cavernousfieldstone fireplace allowed to burn low, the few red coals halfhiddenin the ashes doing nothing to improve the discomfort of thechamber. A shaggy deerhound, gnawing a bone on the hearth,growled at them from the shadows. Down a staircase, through akitchen where a cook and scullions fell silent and made themselvessmall as they passed, down again into a chilly chamber ill lit by twosmall windows high in the rocky walls.
The little room was presently unfurnished but for two trestles,the boards laid across them, and the sheeted shape that lay silentlyupon the boards. Reflexively, Ingrey signed himself, touching forehead,lip, navel, groin, and heart, spreading his hand over hisheart: one theological point for each of the five gods. Daughter-Bastard-Mother-Father-Son. And where were all of You when thishappened?
As Ingrey waited for his eyes to adjust to the shadows, Ulkraswallowed, and said, "The hallow king -- how did he take the news?"
"It is hard to say," said Ingrey, with politic vagueness. "SealmasterLord Hetwar sent me."
"Of course."
Ingrey could read little in the housemaster's reaction, except theobvious, that Ulkra was glad to be handing responsibility for this onto someone else. Uneasily, Ulkra folded back the pale cloth coveringhis dead master. Ingrey frowned at the body.
Prince Boleso kin Stagthorne had been the youngest of the hallowking's surviving -- of the hallow king's sons, Ingrey corrected histhought in flight. Boleso was still a young man, for all he had cometo his full growth and strength some years ago. Tall, muscular, heshared the long jaw of his family, masked with a short brown beard.The darker brown hair of his head was tangled now, and mattedwith blood. His booming energy was stilled; drained of it, his facelost its former fascination, and left Ingrey wondering how he hadonce been fooled into thinking it handsome. He moved forward,hands cradling the skull, probing the wound. Wounds. The shatteredbone beneath the scalp gave beneath his thumbs' pressure oneither side of a pair of deep lacerations, blackened with dried gore.
"What weapon did this?"
"The prince's own war hammer. It was on the stand with hisarmor, in his bedchamber."
"How very ... unexpected. To him as well." Grimly, Ingrey consideredthe fates of princes. All his short life, according to Hetwar,Boleso had been alternately petted and neglected by parents andservants both, the natural arrogance of his blood tainted with a precarioushunger for honor, fame, reward. The arrogance -- or was it the anxiety? -- had bloated of late to something overweening, desperatelyout of balance. And that which is out of balance ... falls.
The prince wore a short open robe of worked wool, lined with fur,blood-splashed. He must have been wearing it when he'd died. Nothingmore. No other recent wounds marked his pale skin. When thehousemaster said they had waited for instructions, Ingrey decided, hehad understated the case. The prince's retainers had evidently beenso benumbed by the shocking event, they had not even dared washor garb the corpse. Grime darkened the folds of Boleso's body ... no,not grime. Ingrey ran a finger along a groove of chill flesh, and staredwarily at the smear of color, dull blue and stamen yellow and, wherethey blended, a sickly green. Dye, paint, some colored powder? Thedark fur of the inner robe, too, showed faint smears.
Ingrey straightened, and his eye fell on what he had at first takenfor a bundle of furs laid along the far wall. He stepped closer andknelt.
It was a dead leopard. Leopardess, he amended, turning thebeast partly over. The fur was fine and soft, fascinating beneath hishands. He traced the cold, curving ears, the stiff white whiskers, thepattern of dark whorls upon golden silk ...
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The Wild Hunt takes us out of Chalion altogether into a new land in the same "world" - the Weald, a conquered land that overthrew its conquers, but has lost its indigenous culture. Its main character, Ingrey, is a rough bravo, with hidden depths who is sent to investigate a murder of the youngest scion of the high royalty of the Weald, and told to, in the name of political expediency, cover up the crime. Ingrey, upon encountering the young woman, Ijada accused of the thoroughly mad Boleso's murder, discovers not only that he cannot abide the miscarriage of justice he is sent to perpetuate, but that he is suddenly become the focal point of the gods and the lost shamanic culture of the old Weald that is rising to correct a hideous destruction of souls in his country's distant past. The culture is complex both in its "modern" and "ancient" portrayals, the characters are vivid, and the plot twists genuinely surprise the reader. This makes The Hallowed Hunt yet again Lois McMaster Bujold writing at the very top of her form and power as an author and the book does not disappoint.
Response to emerging themes and criticisms in many reviews of The Hallowed Hunt:
Where and when is The Wild Hunt set. This seems to be a running point in the more negatively critical reviews. Bujold takes a great leap out of the setting of the first two novels, and introduces an entirely new country, its customs and culture, all fully formed, very different, and above all, NOT set in Chalion. That seems to throw a fair amount of people for a loop.
The first two books, The Curse of Chalion and Paladin of Souls, have a singular setting in the country of Chalion, continuity and time through characters seen in the same setting/ (For instance, in Paladin of Souls, Ista, a secondary character in the first book, The Curse of Chalion, is the primary character of the second, events in the second book are set in Chalion only three years after the events of the first book and so forth).
The Hallowed Hunt seems to yank many readers up short by shifting altogether to some far country with all new characters and a very different scenario politically and theologically (though the Five Gods remain as the spiritual force of the books). Chalion exists in a brief mention in the Hallowed Hunt as the country that one of the main character's father comes from. Some people have stated that they don't understand where the country in the novel - the Weald - is geographically located, others assume its centuries in the past of Chalion. I disagree.
If we do some research, we find that Bujold based the original book and the original creation of Chalion on the historical unification of Castile and Leon into Spain, with loose associations with pertinent historical figures for her characters. In passing, it is noted that Darthaca, mentioned as a great kingdom beyond the bounds of Chalion, is loosely based on France. The Hallowed Hunt is set in a country that lies further beyond Darthaca, called The Weald. In the course of the story, we find that Darthaca invaded the Weald, conquered it and then the Weald over centuries of battle, throws the Darthacan invaders back out...all to no avail, as the invasion has destroyed the Wealdan culture forever. To me it feels that maybe, there is a hint of the Roman invasion of Gaul (loosely ancient France), which entailed the destruction of Gallic Celtic culture and the overlay of Roman culture that persisted thereafter. The ancient Weald which we see vividly through the eyes of a character,Wencel, the despairing last hallowed King of the Weald, feels very much like glimpses of ancient Gaul, perhaps with a touch of Briton thrown in, before Rome swept in. So to the recurring question of where did the Weald come from that seems to rise in reviews of the Hallowed Hunt, that is what I suspect Bujold used as a very loose basis for this book. (interestingly enough, a favorite secondary character, Jokul, a "pirate poet" and cheerful madman in The Wild Hunt is clearly based on Norse Viking Culture, right down to the "Viking" boat, and the skaldic poetry. Bujold knows her history!)
Then there is the question of the time frame of The Hallowed Hunt within the Chalion milieu, which also seems to cause confusion. The setting in time is vague, but it could easily be concurrent with the first two books, or not. The bare mention of Chalion, twice, only shows that its long feud with the Roknari princedoms is on-going, and known of, within the Weald.
It *could* be set during the period when the very first Roknari invaders overran Chalion clear to the border edge of Darthaca, before they were pushed back...or it could be set during the military campaigns of Paladin of Souls, as Chalion begins to edge towards possibly winning the war with the Roknari Princedoms forever. There is not enough detail to tell and perhaps it is not an important issue, except that it seems to cause question. I initially felt that it was concurrent in time with the first two books, but I don't insist upon that. Whether concurrent with The Curse of Chalion, and Paladin of Souls or set further back in time, it is consistent with the author's world building.
The other constant criticism that seems to rise in reviews of The Hallowed Hunt is that the characters are shallow and not as "fleshed out" as they are in the first two books, that we spend too much time inside the main character's head and view point, and that the pace of the novel is slower than the first two. I realize that my review like all readers' reviews is a personal opinion seen through the lenses of my own thoughts and biases. But I feel that if there is a "slow, rambling" book at all in the Chalion series, it is Paladin of Souls, as it meanders with Ista on her religious pilgrimage. And even that is not a criticism of Paladin of Souls, for that is consistent with how the characters are experiencing their adventure within its setting.
Further more, both Paladin of Souls and the preceding book, The Curse of Chalion are seen entirely from the POV of their main characters, just as it is The Hallowed Hunt seen entirely from the POV of its main character, Ingrey. And I think we spend as much time with Ista's or Cazaril's inner thoughts as we do with Ingrey's interior landscape. So, I just don't see that this "criticism" is sustained or correct.
Further more, to me, the main characters - Ingrey, Ijada, Wencel - are just as well developed as they are in the first two books, with just as many enjoyable secondary characters as well. In fact, the secondary characters, such as the cheerful madman Jokul, serious, worried prince Biast, the scorned princess Fara (who rises to become a stunningly pivotal character at the last, and - oh my - the vivid wild priestess of two gods, Halanna...no. In this book, the secondary characters come close to committing grand theft novel in a way that does not occur in the previous two books, so I think that this criticism is not sustained either.
I think, that what has happened a great deal with The Hallowed Hunt is that we all pounced on it the day it came out, expecting to go wallow again in the rich culture of Chalion, and perhaps follow a secondary character or even new character based again in the world of The Curse of Chalion and Paladin of Souls. Since even from the cover of the book, we can perceive before we open it, that the primary god of the story is the Son of Autumn, we might assume perhaps for instance to pick up with a son born to Bergon and Iselle, the rulers of Chalion, perhaps embroiled in the final resolving conflict of the war with the Roknari princedoms, as a possible hypothesis.
Instead, what we got was a great leap to an entirely unknown culture and a unique interpretation of the existing religion in a country so distant as to be virtually unknown in Chalion; an incredible exercise in consistent world building while creating something entirely new. While this may have initially created a sense of whip lash to our expectations, the sheer breathtaking creativity that Bujold brings to this leap into something entirely different, while staying entirely consistent with her world building shows her writing at its best, and invites us to expand our horizons and join her in experiencing the journey of these vivid new characters. I was not in the least disappointed. In some ways. and without in the least criticizing The Curse of Chalion and Paladin of Souls at all - I give them 5 stars too! - for me, The Hallowed Hunt may be my favorite, for it speaks deeply to my soul every time I read it.
Thus my personal thoughts.
Hopefully, they are helpful.
The stories evoke our truest desires. We hunger for their fierce bright certainties, for times when the holy spoke outright to ordinary hearts, when high deeds and greatness might be claimed by anyone with faith to hear and courage to follow their call.
But however strongly we feel their pull, we are separated from them by an unimaginable distance of time and diminishment. We no longer expect the gods, dressed in their mysteries and terrible glory, to intrude upon our daily lives; the seasons have lost their meaning, and the places of the earth no longer drop us to the ground in awe and trembling.
MINOR SPOILER:
The distance in time also makes it harder for us as readers to fully enter into the characters' personalities. Their assumptions, expectations and choices are often very much removed from our own, especially for modern women. I sometimes find myself getting furious at a female character's reaction to some injustice, like Ijada's rather calm acceptance of Prince Boleso's intent to rape her, but I've come to realize that the problem doesn't lie in the character's response, but in my social and cultural expectations. I'm wanting the character to share my outrage at her plight and react the way I would, when my anger simply indicates that the author has done a very good job of writing a character who's living in a very different culture or era, or just doesn't think the way I do.
For Ijada, what bothered her most wasn't the prospect of being raped, as that seemed common enough in her society that she'd already thought about her options and decided how best to react. Rather she felt betrayed by Prince Boleso's broken vow to protect her and her rights as his liege; she was furious that she had to imperil her soul by defending herself violently against him, and she was horrified and outraged at the impiety of his attempt to bind her will while she lived, and prevent her soul from reaching her god once she died.
None of those things would bother many modern people, because we don't think this way anymore. We too seldom value our honor or oaths very dearly, most people see self-defense as completely justifiable, and few people believe anyone else could control them completely or prevent their souls from moving on to whatever existence is to come. We don't share Igada's experiences, culture, religion or belief systems, so we also may have a hard time understanding many of her reactions or those of the other people in the book.
We just aren't those people, maybe we couldn't ever be those people--or maybe we've just forgotten how. Maybe we've just lost the way of seeing the world as they do--and yet stories like this can remind us of them so clearly that, even as we live in the story, we also feel the pain of knowing that there is no way back to that time or place or way of being human. It has already vanished and once the tale is finished, we are left clinging only to a few fragments of its history, or the power of the author's imagination.
Thousands of years ago, great writers were believe to carry a divine spark, a gift of the gods that burned with their truth. That fragment of light was seen sometimes as stolen, like Prometheus' fire or Raven's orb of sun, and for human beings, its light was both joy and suffering for everyone involved--and though the joy always seemed to just edge out the pain, both cut deeply into the soul. The best books are like that, and McMaster Bujold has written one here.