Post by nyquil on Jun 27, 2005 23:30:06 GMT
What more could a girl ask for in a book? It has adventure, intrigue, humor, a love triangle, armed combat and Robin Hood!
I love this book, so I'm reading it again. It's a little slow at the beginning but more than makes up for that in the rest of the book.
This is part of my favorite section of the entire book:
"At length, as the Saracenic music of the challengers concluded one of those long and high flourishes with which they had broken the silence of the lists, it was answered by a solitary trumpet, which breathed a note of defiance from the northern extremity. All eyes were turned to see the new champion which those sounds announced, and no sooner were the barriers opened than he paced into the lists. As far as could be judged of a man sheathed in armour, the new adventurer did not greatly exceed the middle size, and seemed to be rather slender than strongly made. His suit of armour was formed of steel, richly inlaid with gold, and the device on his shield was a young oak-tree pulled up by the roots, with the Spanish word Desdichado, signifying Disinherited. He was mounted on a gallant black horse, and as he passed through the lists he gracefully saluted the Prince and the ladies by lowering his lance. The dexterity with which he managed his steed, and something of youthful grace which he displayed his manner, won him the favour of the multitude, which some of the lower classes expected by calling out, 'Touch Ralph de Vipont's shield--touch the Hospitaller's shield; he has the least sure seat, his is your cheapest bargain.'"
Sir Walter Scott really had a way with description.
I love this book, so I'm reading it again. It's a little slow at the beginning but more than makes up for that in the rest of the book.
This is part of my favorite section of the entire book:
"At length, as the Saracenic music of the challengers concluded one of those long and high flourishes with which they had broken the silence of the lists, it was answered by a solitary trumpet, which breathed a note of defiance from the northern extremity. All eyes were turned to see the new champion which those sounds announced, and no sooner were the barriers opened than he paced into the lists. As far as could be judged of a man sheathed in armour, the new adventurer did not greatly exceed the middle size, and seemed to be rather slender than strongly made. His suit of armour was formed of steel, richly inlaid with gold, and the device on his shield was a young oak-tree pulled up by the roots, with the Spanish word Desdichado, signifying Disinherited. He was mounted on a gallant black horse, and as he passed through the lists he gracefully saluted the Prince and the ladies by lowering his lance. The dexterity with which he managed his steed, and something of youthful grace which he displayed his manner, won him the favour of the multitude, which some of the lower classes expected by calling out, 'Touch Ralph de Vipont's shield--touch the Hospitaller's shield; he has the least sure seat, his is your cheapest bargain.'"
Sir Walter Scott really had a way with description.