Friday, December 25, 2009

The White Horse King




The title of the book made me curious. What did Alfred the Great have to do with a white horse – did he ride one into battle? All I really knew of him was that he burned some cakes, so it seemed like a good idea to read about his life. Thomas Nelson was kind enough to send me a copy as part of the Book Review Bloggers program, and it was an enjoyable if not superb read.

The White Horse King by Benjamin Merkle begins in 849 AD, when the wife of the king of Wessex gave birth to their fifth son, Alfred. At the time, there was no such thing as a unified England. Instead, there were several kingdoms that didn’t always hold together in the face of a common threat – such as the Vikings who sailed their longships in to plunder.

I have to admit, this book gave me some wonderful A Song of Ice and Fire flashbacks.

Merkle goes on to describe how Alfred, despite being fifth in line from the throne, eventually became king of Wessex and took on the heavy responsibility of protecting the land from the foreign pillagers – even when they forced him to flee his seat of power and live as a wanderer in Athelney. The Vikings not only outnumbered him, but were more ruthless and lived for battle. Many of Alfred’s men, while loyal to him, had their farms and families to consider and were by no means a professional fighting force.

Alfred resorted to a a number of tactics to deal with the Vikings, from raising a standing army to reinforcing the defenses of strategic towns to building up a navy that could deal with the dragon-prowed longships. Finally, he extended generous terms to captive Viking chieftains – even persuading one of them to convert to Christianity.

Though I did enjoy the response of another Viking chieftain to what must have seemed like near-constant conversion attempts from Saxons. He received baptism from the bishop of Luna, but later that day, a message was sent to the bishop that the chieftain had died. A huge Viking funeral procession made it way into the cathedral, carrying the corpse on a bier, with clergymen and choristers in attendance. Once inside the cathedral, the dead chieftain came back to life in a hurry and his men proceeded to sack the town.

I believe he ended up being baptized at least three or four times, or until people caught on to the ruse.

There’s also a significant level of research in this book. Merkle does a good job of describing the land, its politics and the battle tactics of that time – especially the shieldwall. If there’s a flaw here, it’s in the depiction of Alfred himself. Merkle’s style is such that I always saw Alfred from a distance, rather than getting up close and personal, being in his mind.

Then again, Alfred is clearly as white as the horse of the title, while the Vikings are just as obviously the black helms of the story. Their paganism, greed, dishonesty, etc. is always contrasted with the Christianized nobility of the Saxons, so of course I couldn’t help liking them a little. Plus, their “blood eagle” method of execution is unforgettable.

So in conclusion, the book was worth reading, though it could have been deeper and more complex. Oh, and the white horse? That’s a giant chalk figure on a hill where Alfred won one of his most significant battles. And perhaps the biblical parallel of the white horse in Revelations inspired it to be chosen for the title as well.

6 comments:

Linda Adams said...

It's interesting how different people can have such different perspectives on books (which makes it hard to write them!). I read this same book and was so bored by it that I had trouble reading more than a page at a time.

Marian said...

I have to admit, one reason I kept reading was to see what the Vikings were going to do next. :)

gypsyscarlett said...

I haven't read the book, but I always enjoy your reviews.

This cracked me up: "I believe he ended up being baptized at least three or four times, or until people caught on to the ruse."

Mary Witzl said...

This is a great review. The White Horse King sounds like something I'd like to read, and it is definitely something my husband would try to swipe. I've been to that chalky white horse in Yorkshire and it was a little disappointing. The last thing it made me think of was a horse.

So many of the people you see in British coastal towns are tall and blonde; the Viking influence is obvious. Their methods of killing and torturing people were horrific, but you've got to wonder at the Saxons, falling for that funeral trick more than once.

Marian said...

Mary - I'm guessing the survivors of the first sacked city had no way to send word to other cities to warn them about the trick. As Judas said in Jesus Christ Superstar, "Israel in 4 BC had no mass communication."

Still incredibly trusting of the Saxons, though. Even if the chieftain had truly repented of his sins and sworn never to pick up another battleaxe, he was dead. How could the Saxons be sure his successor wouldn't leap up and say something like, "You see what baptism gets you? A trip to the graveyard! Now let's give Odin's ravens a feast, men!"

Marian said...

Tasha : Thanks! I love entertaining readers. :)