Bernard Cornwell must be incredibly dedicated to write fiction at the pace and in the quantity he does, considering the research involved and the high standard he maintains. However, this novel seems to be somethiing he has produced at a pace consistent with him while possibly being rather unfresh. If you're familiar with Cornwell then nothing will be surprising by mid way through this book. As usual he develops characters to a humanly recognizable level so that we all realise we are all the same anbd war is a terrible futility, but this pales before the warlord trilogy. For Cornwell, very average, but in the wider context, very good indeed.