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496 pages, Hardcover
First published May 25, 2023
He knows all too well that dragons are not real creatures. They are manifestations of magic, entities from a different realm. Bursting through from the Otherworld in a monstrous form. They don't usually appear for no reason. Usually they need a bit of help, from this side of the veil.
That was always one of the perks of being in Arthur's warband. You'd blunder into the forest and you'd happen upon a talking raven who could tell you where to find what you were questing for.
"The armed forces of the United Kingdom have been broken up and sold to foreign multinationals, in the spirit of free enterprise."
Lancelot blinks, parsing this news into terms he can better understand. "You've replaced Britain's professional army with hired mercenaries."
"They prefer to be known as private military companies, but that's the essence of it."
"Marvellous," says Lancelot. "We tried the same thing in my day."
"Oh yes?"
"Hired an awful lot of Angles and Saxons to guard our borders for us, after the legions packed up and left."
"And how did it turn out?"
"Not particularly well, as it happens."
"Indeed." Marlowe clears his throat. "There are some ongoing contractual disputes."
"Any other changes I should know about?"
"Well, lets see. Wales and Cornwall have declared independence, along with Scotland, although we refuse to recognise them. Most of the north has organised itself into a kind of socialist bloc. And we've sold Essex to the Chinese."