I've only just discovered this final novel by one of the greatest historical novelists of our time (and I don't just mean children's historical novelists). It fits, though only marginally, into the 'dolphin signet ring' sequence that began with <The Eagle of the Ninth>, fitting into the gap between the end of <Sword at Sunset> and <The Shield Ring>. It would be worth reading for that reason alone; but it's also a solidly researched story of British Vikings, free from sentimentality and moralising and with Sutcliff's usual vivid characterisation, especially as regards the warts-and-all hero, Bjarni. He's not so obviously appealing as (say) Marcus or Justin or even Aquila, but he's a realistic depiction of the complex of loves, hates, loyalties and ferocities, expertise and ignorance, intelligence and supersition, that you might expect from a ninth-century barbarian. He's accompanied by Hugin, another of Sutcliff's adorable dogs: I was in constant fear lest something awful happened to him, but don't worry, it doesn't.
The author died before completing the final draft of the story, and it does show. The tale is episodic, some of the episodes are a bit disconnected, and the ending, though neat in that it takes the hero back to his starting point, is ragged in terms of story development. The heroine, Angharad, doesn't appear until very late and her story is rather truncated; I'd have liked to hear more about her. Nonetheless the book is a worthy farewell to a favourite author. People who write as well as Sutcliff ought not to be allowed to die!