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Hawk Of May Paperback – Import, January 1, 1984
"Intelligent and imaginative...even the magic convinces."
-Mary Renault, author of The King Must Die
On The Path Toward Greatness, Every Hero Makes a Choice
Legends sing of Sir Gawain, one of the most respected warriors of King Arthur's reign and one of the greatest champions of all time. But this is not that story. This is the story of Gwalchmai, middle son of the beautiful, infinitely evil sorceress Morgawse, and gifted student of her dark magical arts. A story of an uncertain man, doubting his ability to follow his elder brother's warrior prowess and seeking to find his own identity by bonding with his frightening and powerful mother. Disappointed in himself and despised by his father, Gwalchmai sets out on a journey that will lead him to the brink of darkness...
A tale of loss, redemption, and adventure, Hawk of May brings new depth and understanding to Sir Gawain, the legend of King Arthur, and the impact of choices made-and the consequences that follow.
"A welcome new light on the horizon of popular Arthurian legend...delightful...a strong sense of love and mysticism...a ripping adventure tale."
-Booklist
"Will appeal to those who have enjoyed Tolkien's works."
-Library Journal
"Compelling...splendid...vibrant...exhilarating...a novel that seduces us into accepting sorcery and sanctity in King Arthur's England."
-New York Times Book Review
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherMethuen
- Publication dateJanuary 1, 1984
- ISBN-100413556700
- ISBN-13978-0413556707
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From Chapter One
When my father received the news of the Pendragon's death, I was playing boats by the sea.
I was then eleven years old, and as poor a warrior as any boy in my father's realm of the Innsi Erc, the Orcades Islands. Since I also was a very poor hunter, I had little in common with the other boys, the sons of the noble clans of our island, with whom I lived and trained in the Boys' House; and I had still less in common with my elder brother, Agravain, who led the others in making my life difficult, almost as difficult as my father's plans for me did. To escape from the insistent world of warriors and warriors-to-be, I went sometimes to my younger brother, but more often to a secret place I had by the sea.
It is about an hour's ride south of my father's fortress of Dun Fionn. A small stream falls down the cliff that edges our island on the west, carving a gully into the rock. At the bottom, trapped by a ledge of harder stone, the stream forms a deep pool behind a gravelly beach before it escapes into the ocean. Overhanging cliff walls make it invisible from the cliff-top, so no one but myself ever discovered its existence. As it was also very beautiful, this made it mine. I gave the place a name-Llyn Gwalch, "Hawk's Stream" in British-and considered it to be a world apart from and better than the Orcades and Dun Fionn. Sometimes I took my harp there, and sang to the waves that came pounding at the beach, flowing into the pool at high tide and hissing in the gravel at low tide.
Sometimes I would build fortresses of gravel and mud, and plan battles by the stream as though it were a great river, the boundary between mighty kingdoms. I would picture myself as a great warrior, good at every art of war and sung of in every king's hall in the western world, admired by Agravain and my father. But my favorite game was to build boats and to set them sailing out of the dark pool into the wild grey sea that pounded at every shore of the world at once. I sent my boats west: to Erin, from which my father had sailed years before; and beyond Erin, to that strange island or islands which druids and poets say lie west of the sunset, invisible to all but a few mortals, where the Sidhe live in eternal happiness.
I loved my Llyn Gwalch dearly, and jealously guarded it against any intruders from the outside world. I told only my younger brother Medraut of its existence, and then only after swearing him to secrecy. So, when I heard the clatter of a stone from the path above my head, I drew back hurriedly from the curragh I was building and began to clamber up the gully. I had left my pony tethered at the top, and I did not want anyone to come down looking for me.
"Gwalchmai?" The voice from the cliff-top was Agravain's.
"I'm coming!" I called, and scrambled faster.
"You'd better hurry," said Agravain. He sounded angry.
"Father's waiting for us. He sent me to find you."
I reached the top of the cliff, shook my hair out of my eyes, stared at Agravain. "What does he want?" I didn't like the sound of it. My father hated to wait, and he would certainly be angry by the time I got back to Dun Fionn.
"It's no business of yours what he wants." Agravain was, indeed, angry, tired of looking for me, and probably afraid that some of our father's anger would spill over on to him. "By the sun and the wind, can't you hurry?"
"I am hurrying." I was untying my pony as I spoke.
"Don't answer back to me! You're going to be in trouble enough as it is. We're late, and Father won't like you appearing in front of the guest like that. You're a mess."
"Guest?" About to mount, I paused. "Is he a bard or a warrior? Where's he from?"
"Britain. I don't know what kingdom. Father sent me out to look for you as soon as he'd spoken with the man, and it's a good thing Diuran saw you riding south, or I'd still be looking." Agravain kicked his horse and set off across the cliff-top at a gallop. "Come on, you little coward!"
I swung on to my pony and followed him, ignoring the over-familiar insult. I must be a coward, anyway. If I wasn't, I wouldn't ignore the insult. I'd fight with Agravain, even if I did always lose, and we'd be friends afterwards. He was always friendly after a fight.
A guest, from Britain, and an urgent summons. The Briton must have brought some important message. My father had many spies in Britain who reported to him regularly-but they sent their messages by indirect means, never coming to Dun Fionn themselves. A messenger from Britain meant some important event, a major victory over or defeat by the Saxons, the death of some important king, anything which my father could use to further his influence in the south. The Saxons had suffered a major defeat at the hands of the Pendragon's young war-leader only a year before, so it couldn't be that.
Some king dead, then, and my father about to make a bargain with his successor? A bargain which had some part in it which Agravain and I could fulfill? I urged my pony faster and passed Agravain at a gallop, anxious and miserable now. My father always made plans for me, but I fulfilled very few of them. The sea-wind and the wind of my speed dried the salt in my hair, and my pony's hooves echoed the beat of the surf; better to think about these than about my father. It would be good to get the confrontation over quickly, as quickly as possible. At least, I thought, looking for some good, Agravain hasn't asked me what I was doing at Llyn Gwalch.
The thought of my brother made me look back in alarm. He was a good hundred paces behind me, struggling with his horse on the rough path and scowling furiously. There were two things I could do better than he: riding and harp-playing. He liked to forget this and, as he was infinitely the better at fighting, I tried not to remind him. Now I had done so. I cringed, knowing that he would pick a quarrel with me on a pretext later in the day, and slowed my pony to a trot. He passed me without saying anything and rode in front of me, also at a trot. That was Agravain. He wanted to be first, and nearly always was. First-born, first choice to succeed my father as king, first among the boys of the island who trained to be warriors. My father was immensely proud of him, and never stayed angry at him for long. I stared at my brother's back and wished that I could be like him. We rode on to Dun Fionn in silence.
The fortress is built from a very light stone, from which it takes its name, "White Fortress." It is a new stronghold, completed in the year of Agravain's birth, three years before my own, but already it was as famous and powerful as any of the other, older forts, Temair or Emhain Macha in Erin, or Camlann and Din Eidyn in Britain. It stands at the highest point of the cliff, overlooking the sea, ringed by a bank and ditch and its thick, high walls. Two gate-towers, copied from old Roman forts, flank the single westward-facing gate. The fortress was designed by my father, and the power and fame were the result of a myriad of schemes and manoeuvres, political and military, carried out with unvaried success. If it was my mother who was the ultimate source of the schemes, it was my father, King Lot mac Cormac of the Innsi Erc, who had carried them out in such a way as to make himself one of the most powerful kings in either Britain or Erin. As Agravain and I rode in the gates, I wondered nervously what he wanted me to do.
(20100902) --This text refers to an alternate paperback edition.Review
Courage, darkness, magic, cruelty and kindness, justice and liberation... all the things that you have come to relish in the tales of King Arthur and his brave knights. (Terra Yankee Romance Reviewers 20100915)
A brilliantly told fantasy novel swirling in the mythical land of King Arthur's Britain... A must read for Arthurian legend fans. (Alaine Queen of Happy Endings 20100915)
The book is stock full of adventure, magic, and struggles and leaves you feeling like you are one of King Arthur's retinue. (The Book Tree 20100920)
Hawk of May makes an excellent start to an unusual Arthurian trilogy. (Hilary Williamson BookLoons.com 20100920)
compelling and magical. The character of Gwalchmai pops off the pages and shines... Beautifully descriptive, a must read for any Arthurian fan. (Anna Anna's Book Blog 20100922)
This fantastical legend is a rich one, and I'm enjoying Gillian Bradshaw's presentation of it. (Laura The Calico Critic 20100929)
Gillian's a truly talented writer with an amazing ability to entertain. I can't wait to read the other two books in this trilogy! (Readaholic 20101101)
Bradshaw has done an excellent job of making Irish mythology and the legends of King Arthur come to life. (Debbie's Book Bag )
What a great writer Gillian Bradshaw is... one of the most vivid books I've read in ages. (She Read a Book ) --This text refers to an alternate paperback edition.
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Gillian Bradshaw was born in Falls Church, Virginia, and graduated from the University of Michigan, where she won the Hopwood Award for Hawk of May. She is the author of 25 other novels.
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- Publisher : Methuen (January 1, 1984)
- Language : English
- ISBN-10 : 0413556700
- ISBN-13 : 978-0413556707
- Item Weight : 8.8 ounces
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I was born in Washington DC in 1956--American father, English mother--and grew up there, in Chile, and in Michigan. I studied English and Classics (Greek) at the University of Michigan, then went on to do a second degree in Classics (Greek and Latin) at Newnham College, Cambridge. I'd started writing pretty much as soon as I could set pen to paper, but I sold my first novel when I was revising for my final exams at Cambridge. (Revision suffered: I was getting what seemed a lot of money for revising the book, but nothing for revising Textual Criticism--and Text Crit was much harder! I managed a 2-1: I might have got a first without the distraction. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.) I decided to stay on at Cambridge for another year and write a sequel. This proved to be a fatal decision, as I met my husband during that year, and never went back to the States.(Well, we had a year in California while he was a post-doc, but that hardly counts.
I've now written more than twenty novels. Many of them use my background in Classics, but I've also done some sci-fi and some contemporary fiction, as well as three childrens' books which I wrote for my own kids. (I have four: they're now grown up, and the first grandchild has arrived. I'd like to do a story for him, when he's a little older.)
When I'm not writing I like walking,cooking,singing with a choral society, and minding the grandson. We currently live in Coventry.
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The book starts out with a brief backstory of Gwalchmai as a child. Not naturally a warrior, he turns toward his mother Morgawse's dark knowledge of sorcery before checking himself and turning to the path of the "Light." This results in his being taken to the Isle of the Blessed (aka Avalon) and being given the tools to aid King Arthur in his quest to unite the Britains. The book and series follow Gwalchmai's struggle to do right in a barbaric age of war and inequity. There is a good bit of action in the book as well if you're after that. Overall this series is my favorite of all the Arthurian legends.
Even with all three books taken together it's an easily read story and like all well written series, it ends too soon. Gillian Bradshaw did amazingly in my opinion, although these books seem to have sadly fallen out of print. I have also unfortunately not been able to locate them in digital format, nor in audio book format. These three books would make an awesome series of movies!
This book 'Hawk of May' is the first book of the series. Be sure to read the second book- 'Kingdom of Summer' and then check out the final book of the series "In Winter's Shadow." It will be worth your while! If you like the Arthurian legends, you'll love these stories. If you've never read the legend before, THIS is the version to read and will likely convert you.
For such a young writer at the time, Bradshaw definitely impressed me with a style that is a bit more reminiscent of Sutcliff's "Sword at Sunset." She keeps many of the canonical aspects of the legend such as the role of Morgause, which follows in the tradition of Malory. What does not follow in the tradition of Malory is Bradshaw's characterization of Gawain, whom she returns to the nobler Welsh counterpart Gwalchmai (as found in the Mabinogion). Bradshaw also brings in the later Arthurian developments of Cei's sharp-tongued buffoonery, coupling this with his earlier courageous portrayals from Welsh sources. Bedwyr is here and he is truly the one armed warrior who retains his place among Arthur's first companions.
The novel is not without its problems. In attempting to bridge the magical with gritty portrayal of post Roman Britain, we have the pacing issues mentioned by others, particularly the surreal Lugh episode that takes some time to reconcile with the narrative that follows. There are also some battle sequences, while well described, did not capture the tension of other novels I have read in a similar vein. I cannot put my finger on what doesn't work. Did the fantasy element nullify the pseudo historical tension? I'm still not sure.
The portrayal of Arthur is more human than that of Tennyson, but retains much of the coldness and distance that Tennyson's version has. If you are wanting a bit of the warmth of T.H. White or Mary Stewart, look elsewhere.
There is a moving and unforgettable episode with a horse, Ceincaled (Gringalet from the Green Knight romance). Here is no knight riding his horse till it dies from under him, but rather two kindred spirits fleeing those who would contain them. Agrivain and Medraut (Mordred) are here (no Gaheris or Gareth), and the former seems closer to Malory's Gawain—hotheaded but endearing nonetheless. I have not read the rest of Bradshaw's trilogy but am looking forward as this does feel very much like a set up novel for more to come. Will we encounter the Gawain that we find in the Green Knight romance? Bradshaw certainly seems to be restoring a much nobler Gawain from earlier source materials whom his brother Agrivain realizes will be "a great warrior, a man they make songs about."
I do recommend reading this one after you have made yourself acquainted with the Arthurian legend through some other classic, and highly recommend the audible narration by Nicole Quinn. She imbues the narration with a distinct northern (even Irish) feel that actually improves upon the pleasure of reading this tale.
I do have to say, there are formatting errors in the e-book version--typos, repeated passages--and I'm only 2-3 chapters into the first book. Hey, it's new tech, and we'll all of us learn to do better. And it does make me feel better about the errors I've found in the books I put onto Kindle and CreateSpace myself. It happens. We can never proof enough. We move on. Heroes like Gwalchmai teach us that.