Book 1 of the Northern Crusader Chronicles
Historical Adventure
Date Published: 11-28-2024
Publisher: The Book Guild
1242. Wounded and captured after the Battle on the Ice, English knight
Richard Fitz Simon becomes the unlikely guest of Prince Alexander Nevsky of
Novgorod. Curious about his prisoner, Alexander commands his scholar to record
Richard’s tale.
Richard’s story begins in 1203, when betrayal shatters his path to knighthood and drives him from England to the merchant city of Lübeck. There, entangled in an illicit affair and the cutthroat salt trade, he finds only temporary refuge. Fleeing once again, he joins the Livonian Brothers of the Sword—a militant order sworn to spread Christendom across the pagan Baltic.
Amid the cold austerity of Riga’s commandery and the looming threat of enemy tribes, Richard must battle not just for survival, but for meaning in a life shaped by violence, doubt, and fractured loyalties. When a pagan army threatens to overrun their outpost, he faces a final reckoning—one that will test his faith, his honor, and the limits of his courage.
Excerpt
PROLOGUE
Yuriev Monastery, Novgorod Republic, April-May 1242
We were already in disarray when the arrow slammed into my shoulder, punching through my mail coat and nearly felling me from my horse. Our charge across the ice had been peppered with missiles fired with deadly accuracy, and the freezing air was raucous with the screams of dying men and thrashing animals. I could still see the eyes of the mounted archer who had loosed the arrow widen in triumph. His face I would never forget. Was he a Mongol? For some reason it mattered to me. I had never fought these fierce people from the steppe but their reputation and ferocity were well known. I was not even aware they had been part of the Novgorodian army. Whether this had affected the outcome of the battle, only God in all his wisdom knew. We had been so confident. Overconfident. Our defeat had been absolute.
I woke in a room with whitewashed walls. An old, bearded man, his craggy face not unkind, loomed over me, his fingers gentle as he probed my wound and changed my dressing. Nevertheless, despite his care, searing flames coursed through me with every touch of his parchment-dry fingers. When the burning finally subsided, I blinked my eyes open. Through tears, I saw a small picture on the opposite wall of a man with a halo around his head spearing a serpent. It must have been Saint George killing the dragon. The halo made him look more like an angel. The bearded man mumbled to himself in a soft voice as he worked, however the language was unfamiliar. It sounded Slavic, probably Russian. That could only mean I was a prisoner.
With any movement, shafts of fire shot through my body, an agony so great I thought I would pass out again. By Christ Almighty and all His Holy Saints, I just wanted it to stop. But, of course, it didn’t. It was unrelenting. Perhaps when I was younger, I would have borne it better. Who knows? At my venerable age, death should come as a welcome relief and I almost felt ready to succumb to it – to give up my fight and drift into the hallowed afterlife. Almost, but not quite. I was not yet ready to die. There was still too much to be done. There was still my vengeance to be had. A vengeance that stretched back to my youth.
The room was cool, but at times I felt like a sizzling pig roasting on a spit. The old man put strips of damp cloth on my face, but it hardly helped. Only blessed unconsciousness relieved me of it. My body fought a desperate battle to survive.
It is strange that, despite everything, the gift of life is most precious when it is about to be taken away.
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About the Author
Jon Byrne, originally from London, now lives with his German family by a
lake in Bavaria with stunning views of the Alps. As well as writing, he works
as a translator for a local IT company and occasionally as a lumberjack. He
has always been fascinated by history and has studied the Medieval world for
over twenty years, building up a comprehensive library of books. Sword
Brethren (formerly Brothers of the Sword) made it to the shortlist of the
Yeovil Literary Prize 2022 and the longlist of the prestigious Grindstone
International Novel Prize 2022. It is the first book in The Northern Crusader
Chronicles.
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