By Helen Hollick
A truly gifted author. Sharon Kay Penman, NYT bestselling writer of Devil's Brood England, 1044. Harold Godwineson, a tender, revered Earl, falls in love with a standard yet appealing lady. He marries Edyth regardless of her loss of pedigree, pitting him opposed to his turbulent relations and his egocentric King, Edward. In France, William, the bastard son of a duke, falls in love with strength. Brutal and dangerously shrewdpermanent, William units his points of interest on England, discovering ambition a tricky lust to beat. In 1066, with the previous King Edward demise, England falls prone to the winds of fate-and the obdurate will of those strong males. during this superbly crafted story, Helen Hollick units apart the propaganda of the Norman Conquest and brings to lifestyles the English model of the tale of the final Saxon King, revealing his smooth love, decision, and proud loyalty, all shattered via the unforgiving wishes of a country. compelled to renounce his spouse and danger his lifestyles for England, the selected King led his military into the nice conflict of Hastings in October 1066 with all of the honor and dignity that heritage recollects of its fallen heroes. "A novel of large emotional power...Helen Hollick is a wonderful author of historic fiction." -Elizabeth Chadwick, writer of To Defy a King What Readers Are asserting: "We all recognize the finishing! yet Helen Hollick's masterful and relocating account of Pre-Conquest England nonetheless includes the reader alongside on a charming trip to that moment...it made me cry in all of the correct areas. Helen Hollick is a consummate storyteller." "An epic paintings, grand and sweeping. i have learn many models of the occasions of 1066 yet this can be one of many best."(This booklet used to be formerly released within the U.K. as HAROLD THE KING) (20110131)
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Her son, the fool, doted on him like a youth suffering the pangs of first love. “You are fortunate, Godwine,” she said, and again that hint of regret edged into her voice. ” She stared straight at the Earl. Unblinking, and perfectly serious, she added, “I would that I had trusted you when I was young enough to take a lover to my bed. ” She locked her ageing brown gaze into the vividness of his blue. ” Godwine was not often flustered, but her words left him speechless, his heart fluttering, his manhood stirring.
He did not step aside, especially not for a chit of a girl. Edyth flushed. There were far too many disconcerting men here this night! The fierce but kindly Earl Godwine; Earl Harold whose laughing eyes made her stomach twist into perplexing somersaults; and Earl Swegn who made her heart lurch with fright. How could two brothers be so different, she wondered, as she flattened herself to the side of the narrow porchway, her head dipped, eyes lowered? Thor had squeezed ahead as the door had opened; she could hear him barking at her father’s hunting dogs shut within the kennels.
Harold was the only one to turn round, take a last look at those secretive willows that rippled beside the ambling waters. She had gone, taking her chance to dart through the sweep of leaf and branch. And then he saw her again, briefly, as she ran across the new green of the common-land meadows, heading for a thicker belt of forest trees, a protection of oak and beach and hornbeam. His smile returned, and the happiness bounced back into his chest. He was an earl and he had come to see for himself the lands that had been granted him.