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5.0 out of 5 stars Francis Crawford of Lymond, 16C’s James Bond?

What fun! Its 1547, Henry VIII is dead and his young son Edward VII sits on the throne, as does a very young Mary sit on the throne of Scotland. Negotiations were made and broken to betroth young Mary to Edward and cement the two countries – or will the Scots marry her off to the dauphin of France instead? Francis Crawford of Lymond, a disgraced nobleman accused of treason sneaks back into Scotland and thus the game begins (to clear his name? is he working for the English as a spy? to murder his brother so that Lymond can inherit the Culter estates?).

Francis and his band of “merry men” immediately begin to wreak havoc, including setting fire to his brother’s estate after stealing the silver and holding the ladies (including his mother) at knife point for their jewelry. Throughout, Francis’ brilliant wit, sarcasm and heroism keep the reader enthralled and at times laughing out loud. Lymond’s escapades take him up and down the breadth of Scotland as Dunnett slowly peels back the layers of her story and keeps the reader guessing until the very end, finishing in a trial of ups and downs, twists and turns ala Perry Mason.

This is not an easy tale to get into, especially if you have no passing knowledge of the Tudor/Stuart courts and noblemen during the 16C. Dunnett also liberally sprinkles her text with quotes from Latin, French and Olde English, you can purchase her companion book if you must know every word and nuance but I did just fine without it — just skip the Latin you won’t miss it. However, it’s well worth the effort to stick with it until you “get it” as you will be well rewarded with a jolly good yarn, with as much action, excitement and swashbuckling good sword play as you would find in any Dumas novel — for me that is the highest compliment I can give any author. A solid five stars, and I am now starting book two in the series, Queens’ Play (Lymond Chronicles, 2).