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Since time immemorial, a single bloodline has ruled the land of Arvorig from the capital city of Roazon--the holiest city in the world, for it was there that God first manifested himself to humankind. According to a legend that only the common people still believe, the first Duke of Roazon won his rule by vanquishing the dark city of Autrys, home of demons and evil powers, and sinking it beneath the waves. It’s said that as long as a lord of the true bloodline rules in Roazon, Autrys can never return. But that once-robust bloodline has dwindled almost to nothing over the centuries, and when the corrupt old Duke dies without issue, only his nephew Joscelin is left to inherit. No one ever expected Joscelin, in holy orders since childhood, to become Duke--least of all Joscelin himself. Like his family, the land Joscelin inherits is diminished, plagued by drought and storm and pestilence, riven by political rivalries, menaced by the ambition of the neighboring kingdom of Brogall. Some see in Joscelin the hope of renewal. Others view his accession as a chance to further their own ambitions. And there are those with even darker plans, who know that the ancient legends of Autrys are true, and desire to bring it forth again into the light of day. A young artist named Morwenna dreams of God the Healer, who commands her to paint him. She presents the resulting icon to Joscelin (to whom it bears an uncanny resemblance) as an induction gift. Potentially, this is blasphemy: according to church doctrine, there is no God the Healer. God reaches down to earth in only two aspects, Judge and Warrior. Morwenna is taken into custody so the Church can examine her claim. Despite the controversy, Joscelin publicly wears the icon, stirring talk of heresy and enraging those who oppose his rule. Eventually an assassination attempt drives him from Roazon. Arvorig is plunged into civil war, and King Aymon of Brogall seizes the chance to launch his own invasion. Meanwhile, the few brave knights and loyal citizens who have accompanied Joscelin into exile are beginning to realize that he has powers that are more than human. Is he a saint? A prophet? If he cannot reclaim his Dukedom, will Autrys return to cast darkness across the world? Like Baldry’s 2003 historical fantasy The Reliquary Ring (to which this novel can in some ways be considered a companion piece), The Roses of Roazon is a religious parable--this time about a land that has overlooked an essential aspect of the divine, and has lost its own wholeness as a result. This theme is reflected in Arvorig’s dwindling royal line, its drought and pestilence, and in the barren inflexibility of the Church, which perpetuated the error in the first place by decreeing that the three branches of the Holy Knot that is God’s symbol stand for one God reaching down to earth in two aspects. But Warrior and Judge are not complete without Healer; it’s that trinity that is the true meaning of the tripartate Knot. Like all new truths, this one is not easily learned, and its emergence threatens to unravel everything--even, for a time, God’s own dominion. As in The Reliquary Ring, Baldry is interested not so much in plausible world building as in illustrating the theme at the heart of the book. The setting, an analogue of medieval France, is vivid, but the added fantasy elements--the demon city of Autrys, Arvorig’s monotheistic faith--don’t a have lot of underpinning. It’s never really clear what Autrys’s original place in the world might have been, or how exactly the Dukes of Roazon vanquished it. The faith of Arvorig doesn’t have any apparent tradition or doctrine beyond the basic concepts outlined above. While this makes for more straightforward allegory (and allows the very specific Christian parallels at the end), it makes for less interesting literature, since there’s no ambiguity whatever about who Joscelin is and what he’ll be called upon to do--or even, because Autrys has so little fictional power, whether he will succeed. Also, the plot elements synopsized in the first three paragraphs are tangled in a perfect forest of subplots--a young monk-knight struggling with his vocation, a lapsed nun searching for her faith, an heiress unhappy with her betrothal, a nobleman desperate to prove himself to his indifferent parents, a reluctant assassin in painful thrall to the evil that is trying to raise Autrys. Any of these subplots might have been fascinating stories in their own right, their likable characters worthy protagonists of their own books. But stuffed together in a single volume, there’s just not enough room to realize all of them effectively, and the multiplicity of viewpoints and plot threads--some of them only tangentially related to Joscelin and his destiny--has the effect of diluting, rather than supporting, the central storyline. It doesn’t help that Joscelin himself is not a very interesting character. When he’s first introduced there are hints at complexity, but later he seems almost as flat as Morwenna’s icon, a passive vessel of divinity who accepts his fate without apparent doubt or question. The Reliquary Ring worked for me, in part because of its richly-evoked Renaissance setting. This novel, with a very similar intent and approach, didn’t. Still, there is plenty of color and action, as well as the aforesaid abundance of likable characters, and I’m sure many readers will feel differently. |