War in Hagwood | Chapter 12

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‘If you love him as I does, then bear the little lordling far from this evil place.’

Aufwader’s Thoughts: And so Rhiannon’s subjects learn the full extent of her perfidy. Only now does it become apparent what a heavy burden the Wandering Smith must have had to shoulder all those long years. Did he know that Morthanna murdered her own mother in an attempt to snuff the life from her own sister? Did he guess that the dread High Lady was in league with the troll witches?

Then at last, a moment of heroism for Grimditch, albeit executed with the utmost reluctance. How in the serpent’s name(s?) will he keep the child from harm in the dark world that is unfolding?

Matt’s Thoughts: Just as Sacrifice was the correct serpent for the werlings to pick, so it seems to be the path through this book. Gabbity rises to the occasion and gives the sort of noble sacrifice we’ve come to love in Jarvis books. Grimditch also shakes off his silliness and becomes a hero.

As dark as these books get, I do feel like there is an undercurrent of optimism in the Jarvis world that we can become better than who we are currently.

War in Hagwood | Chapter 11

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‘Wergling happens on the inside as well,’ Gamaliel said softly.

Aufwader’s Thoughts: If Master Gibble were truly based on an amalgamation of Robin’s most loathed and fearsome teachers, I daresay this must have been a very satisfying chapter for him to write. I can’t imagine any of us readers have much sympathy for old Gibble after his treachery in Thorn Ogres, and to see Gamaliel square up to him really demonstrates how far our young hero has come. Onward, then, with Master No-nose (something something Oldnose?) in tow. 

Matt’s Thoughts: And the Great Grand Wergle Master is back! I had forgotten this chapter and so was fascinated to discover that the werlings had once lived in the Hollow Hill.

The other aspect I like of this part of the story is Gamaliel’s compassion for Master Gibble. In fact, I like the way that, for all their squabbling, Robin’s characters ultimately end up being great role models for his readers: not paying back unkindness with unkindness, showing mercy when they don’t have to. We could do with more of that nowadays!

War in Hagwood | Chapter 10

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‘Go away!’ the boy shouted angrily. ‘You’re disgusting. I always thought the Dooits were amazing, wise wizards, but you’re just foul killers.’

Aufwader’s Thoughts: What a truly bizarre, and yet neccessary, chapter. All through the trilogy we’ve heard mention of the ‘Dooits’, and the Hag’s Finger was the first mystical site young Gamaliel ever came across, way back in Thorn Ogres. The werling’s encounter with Gwydion, though peculiar and seemingly out of place among the greater struggles of the narrative, does serve a very important purpose.

From now on, Gamaliel, disillusioned with the magic-workers of Hagwood’s past, must rely on himself and his friends to defeat Rhiannon. It’s an interesting juxtaposition to the traditional hero’s journey of epic fantasy – for Gamaliel, there are no more mentors or guides, no more enchanted artifacts to be conveyed hither and yon, and certainly no prophecies to be fulfilled. He is a werling alone, with only his courage to light the way.

Matt’s Thoughts: I think this chapter and the one with Nest are the two best chapters in the book. In some ways this interlude breaks the action – I remember Robin told me on Twitter that there was some pressure on him to cut Gwyddion from the book.

But in other ways, it pauses for a moment to put the werlings into a much bigger context. So the forces that they are up against are so severe that a bunch of ancient druids have been waiting for it for centuries and have worked out a way to time travel forward in time to see how the battle all pans out?

Oh yeah, and they’ve had a prophecy about how Gamaliel is the Blessed One and is going to destroy evil?

It’s just a fascinating concept that any battle between good and evil that goes on in this book (or any Jarvis book, really) is not localised. Things are not not just going on in Hagwood (or Deptford or Whitby). Instead, these epic showdowns are the outward manifestation of bigger struggles that have been going on for centuries in different forms.

War in Hagwood | Chapter 9

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‘It is mine,’ she whispered to herself. ‘I, Morthanna, have won—at last.’

Aufwader’s Thoughts: Well, that’s that then. Goodbye to any hope the werlings might have had of unlocking Rhiannon’s casket with the key. Goodbye, it seems, to any hope they might have had in general. With the High Lady ascendant, Prince Tammedor dead, and the rest of the werlings about to be slain in their homes, it seems as if times could not possibly be darker for old Dunwrach. And yet, to paraphrase Mr Jarvis himself, we’re only half way through, and there’s still this much left to go…

Matt’s Thoughts: The last time I saw this much backstabbing was watching Seven Psychopaths recently. I think I made the comparison with Mafia films a few posts ago but usually in a Mafia film there is some logic to all the violence – this person betrayed that person, that person was disloyal, etc.

But I’m not sure there is any logic to Rhiannon’s violence. She probably could have kept Waggarinzil onside and he would have made a fearsome henchman. Instead, he’s brutally dispatched as soon as he’s not useful.

I think this is what makes her one of the most striking of Jarvis villains. She just seems to like violence for its own sake. It puts her on a level with the Deptford rats despite her outwardly beautiful appearance.

Meanwhile, the key is destroyed. So we’ve been set up for two and a half books about a magical box and now it can’t be opened??

War in Hagwood | Chapter 8

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‘The glorious Wyrm,’ he began, indicating the golden head on his left, ‘is called Myth. The other, unlovely Wyrm is named Sacrifice.’

Aufwader’s Thoughts: This chapter was, for me, proof of that saying that different stories mean different things to different people. One person’s heart-wrenching drama is another’s sappy drivel; someone’s best childhood favourite is someone else’s worst childhood fear. To Matt, this chapter was probably fairly unremarkable, another well-written plot twist in a long line of well-written plots twists.

I, on the other hand, was deeply affected by it, and at the risk of sounding insufferably mawkish, almost felt as if it had in some way been written for me. It was like being given a glimmering, jewel-encrusted present. Having the werlings find an ancient serpent crafted all of precious metal would have been enough, but two? And the ghastly-looking one with the horns comes alive? And turns out to be, after all, benevolent? Be still my cold lizard heart, it was exactly what I’d always wanted. Here was the closure I had been waiting for ever since the idol of Sarpedon bashed his shiny brains to bits on a rock back in 1995, and if we got fascinating lore about the source of all magic in Hagwood along with it, all the better.

Scalian reunion tour aside, this chapter really holds the fundamental storytelling truths at the heart of Robin Jarvis canon: all’s unfair in love and war, heroism is about ordinary folks choosing to do right even in the face of opposition, and where there be myth, there will always be sacrifice. 

Matt’s Thoughts: And so here, nearly two years later, Aufwader and I have finally arrived at the chapter that we named the blog after! Perhaps it was a bit obscure naming it after this chapter rather than something from one of the more popular trilogies, but for us, it’s a quintessential Robin Jarvis chapter.

Two thoughts on reading it: first up, I would love to know when this was written in relation to The Raven’s Knot. That book also, you might remember, had a plot twist where the ground opened up, we all thought some characters were dead but instead they end up in some sort of underground grotto with a fantastic ancient creature.

The similarity of that plot twist to this makes me wonder whether Robin thought it was a good idea in the Hagwood book, wasn’t sure if it would be published anytime soon and thus decided to use the trick in his Wyrd Museum book. 

But more interesting than that is that you can begin to get a glimpse of a Robin Jarvis cosmology from this chapter – how his fictional universe all hangs together. Everything is hinted at, so any explanation readers come up with would be a theory at best, but I’ll have a crack.

If there was a Robin Jarvis Universe, I believe it started a long time ago with the First Mother story from the Witching Legacy series. To start with, there is this section from The Devil’s Paintbox where Cherry Cerise explains the origins of the world.

‘OK,’ she began. ‘Forget everything science or religion ever told you about how the universe was made. At the start, all there was was a never-ending emptiness – and the First Mother, who crawled in from outside.’

‘Outside?’ asked Verne.

‘You mean outside this dimension?’ said Lil.

‘Hun, I’m just repeating a way old tradition, and trying to keep it simple. Call it another dimension, reality, existence, beyond, whatever. Our clumsy words aren’t up to the job. Just imagine a creature, galaxies wide. She’s called the First Mother because She gave birth, but She impregnated herself, so go figure.’

‘Wait, the Lords of the Deep were Her children?’ asked Lil.

‘Yep, or three of ’em anyways; She kinda splurged out a whole mess of bambinos. That’s the cataclysmic event scientists call the Big Bang. The Big Push would be more accurate. Anyway, it killed Her and what theoffspring didn’t eat – yeah, gross – They formed the universe with.’

‘They made the earth?’ gasped Verne. ‘The solar system?’

‘Kick-started it, let it do its own thing, until it got interestin’. Then They moved in and ever since They’ve played around with it, like kids with plasticine. That’s what we’re up against: creatures so old, so powerful and terrible, we’d be out of our puny minds to even dream of getting mixed up with Them. We shouldn’t even know They exist.’

The Devil’s Paintbox, chapter 6

So my theory is that this universe of ancient creatures playing around ‘like kids with plasticine’ form the layers of ancient creatures that you encounter in many Jarvis books. The most ancient seem to be ancient keepers of fate. Characters that know everything going on in the world, even if they don’t get very involved – like Nest in this chapter or the card players in Mooncaster.

Then there are characters with godlike powers, like the Lords of the Dark and Deep and the Raith Sidhe. And because we knew from the example of the Green that these gods can take on different aspects depending on who it is they are communicating with, who’s to say that the Raith Sidhe aren’t worshipped as gods by humans in some ancient savage tribe but they also had a rat version of themselves as well. (If that makes sense?)

Then there is clearly a race of ancient serpents. We can see that in the Deptford and Whitby worlds. But I’m thinking, we could possibly expand it a bit as well. One of the most striking images from The Raven’s Knot was the appearance of an angel in the form of a massive dragon-like creature. We then have Lucifer (commonly known as a fallen angel, perhaps not so strictly from the Bible but certainly in popular Christian thinking over the centuries), even though not too much of his physical appearance is described in Fighting Pax. But he is popularly known as a serpent. Is it possible that angels and demons are all aspects of the serpentine class, meaning you could then throw the Whitby series and the Mooncaster books into the same Jarvis universe?

All of these creatures – many of whom now lie dormant – have left various bits of power scattered around. So that’s why there are characters like Rhiannon and Jupiter – that tap into ancient magical power but are a relatively new blip on the horizon.

The only book that seems to operate outside of ancient magical forces on earth is Deathscent but then we never had enough books to explain the back story on the ‘special ambassadors’. They could well have been tapping into some sort of ancient power as well but it looked more like sci-fi technology rather than magic.

But what do you think?

War in Hagwood | Chapter 7

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‘How come something so small could be so important?’

Aufwader’s Thoughts: This chapter surprised me the first time around, and it surprised me again on reread. Of all the conspirators against Rhiannon, I had imagined that it was Lord Fanderyn himself who might turn out to be on the side of the High Lady. After all, he’d been doing all right for himself under her reign, hadn’t he? Sure, he could have been slaughtered at any moment like the rest of her subjects, but in the meantime, it wasn’t as if he’d been stripped of his lordly status or suffered any great bereavement under Rhiannon’s rule. I fully expected he and Gabbity the nursemaid to bring down a legion of fairy guards upon the other dissenting nobles while the Provost looked on in approval, but then, that twisting of expectations is what makes this book work so well as a finale. 

Matt’s Thoughts: Now, I feel like there is almost a nod to classic mafia films in the cloak and dagger meeting that Lord Fanderyn calls. You get the feeling that everybody in the meeting is shifty in their own way, but that Rhiannon is enough of a common enemy for them all to band together.

Until the final page when we see Waggarinzil’s true character. I think what makes this so particularly brutal is that it almost negates the previous seven or eight pages’ worth of exposition we just had to read. We felt it was all getting somewhere and then BAM! (A very mafiaesque assassination, too, that one.) Robin is not letting this story end that simply!

War in Hagwood | Chapter 6

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“Fight well, my love in the sky,” Meg said softly.

Aufwader’s Thoughts: As peculiar in Jarvis canon as this book is, there are also quite a few moments and motifs that typify Robin’s work as a whole. Case in point, this chapter’s fantastic illustration of the gentle, quavery Tower Lubber brandishing a full-on axe and an honest-to-goodness sword, ready to smite a few foes or so perish in the attempt. Throughout this project, we have seen frail, unassuming, or otherwise unprepossessing characters take up arms – be they literal or metaphoric – in defense of all they hold dear. It’s quite heartening, in a way, to know that even in this era of Dancing Jax, old-fashioned sentiments like nobility and honour are still in evidence in the worlds of Robin Jarvis.

Sadly, said sentiments are also rather likely to get one killed, and the Tower Lubber’s death, too, is classic Robiny drama. Of course he was going to die tragicaly on the battlefield. After all, what would the myth of Clarisant and Tammedor be without the prince’s final, heroic, sacrifice? 

Matt’s Thoughts: The Jarvis approach to violence was thrown into relief in this chapter because I read it just after re-watching The Return of the King with my oldest two kids. It struck me that the story, despite being long and having a lot of bone-crunching violence – pretty much all of it bloodless – is relatively kind to its main characters. I realised that only one main hero character with a name was dead by the end of the whole film. (That’s Theoden. I don’t really count Denethor as much of a hero, even if he wasn’t on the side of evil.)

Meanwhile, here we are, chapter 6 in a book with 19 chapters, and the Tower Lubber has been brutally slain plus a whole bunch of (relatively) innocent bogles. I feel that this book simply has a level of sadism in it that almost eclipses anything else in the Jarvis canon except for the fact that Mr Jarvis seems to be having a bit of fun with it.

After all, the scene where Dedwinter tells Rhiannon that he can’t think of anything that would make the Redcaps come down and then she kills him – that’s sort of funny in a black way, isn’t it? Would Martin McDonagh write like this if he decided to make a kids book?