I read 'The King of the Copper Mountains' in my childhood around the early 1970s and it really is a story, with truly memorable tales nested within it, full of compelling images, that has glowed on in my mind through the years and retained its imaginative lustre. It has that elusive and enchanting quality that the best traditional stories possess, unfolding a narrative which is by turns humorous, magical, eerie, very moving and finally redemptive and wholly satisfying in it's resolution, with a somewhat folkish and alchemical undercurrent - all in all a truly wonderful book which like all the best fiction in this vein conveys deeper spiritual wisdom and values but always remains nonetheless a simply beautiful story, skilfully told. Join the companions, beast, dwarf, bird, beetle and human, in the castle chamber of old King Mansolain and be drawn into their marvellous and heart-touching stories as the Wonder-Doctor seeks over hill and dale for the healing herb, the life-giving Golden Speedwell...wonderful and delicate stuff, this novel. It has that rare quality which marks out the classic and speaks directly to the inner Child within us all...