The Shadow Lamp, book four of the
Bright Empires saga, continues the tortuous ventures of Kit Livingston and
Wilhelmina Klug who ley jumped into an alternate universe in the inaugural
book, The Skin Map. With the
introduction of so many characters along the way, and the many plunges into an
alternate world, the story becomes nearly as difficult to follow as the plot of
The Maltese Falcon, unless one has a
photographic memory or keeps a meticulous log.
Having
said that, I found The Shadow Lamp a
relative breeze compared to the previous three installments. Even so, I won’t attempt
to summarize the story and provide a track of its individual characters. Jeff Chapman, who I hope is
participating in this tour, typically outshines us all in that effort and I
will defer to him.
Lawhead’s
development of his characters is without question superb. To give two or three
characters a personality that is noticeably distinct from one another, and to
keep them consistent throughout the tale, is challenging. But to have so many
as this saga has, each one recognizably unique and coherent, are marks of a
very talented writer. It is true that there is a large amount of narrative in
the story, which to a large part tells rather than shows. But the narrative
provides an indispensable framework that enhances the interaction of the
characters and the attendant dialogue. The interweaving of the two is smooth
and a loss of one or the other would degrade the story.
Mr.
Lawhead has conveniently provided a list of characters at the beginning of the book,
which provides a reminder of who is who and a sense of what they are like. That
list with a synopsis of what has taken place in the first three volumes is
invaluable, even for those who have read the entire saga from the start.
One
character on the Who’s who? list
refers to Mina’s associate venturer in the Grand Imperial Kaffeehaus in Prague.
Engelbert Stiffelbeam –
a baker from Rosenheim in Germany, affectionately known as Etzel.
Happy
day (and alternate reality) it was for Mina, who very shortly after she
screamed herself silent when she landed in fifteenth century Prague
(unbeknownst to her at that moment), gathered her wits, and as Providence
smiled, encountered Engelbert handling the reins of a mule drawn wagon slowly
making his way into the city. Engelbert gave her a lift, and as she sat beside
him, she took to assessing her newfound friend, and though she did not know it
yet, her future business partner. But that first meeting – how quaint it was,
and so full of promise that things might turn out well for Mina after all.
As the
vehicle drew nearer, she realized that it was not, as she had first imagined, a
simple field conveyance, but a much more substantial vehicle: a large,
high-sided affair with a cloth top drawn over curved hoops to form a round
tentlike covering. The wagon was pulled by not one but two rangy, long-eared
mules, and sitting on the driver’s bench was a very plump man in a baggy cloth
hat. She stopped and allowed the vehicle to meet her, whereupon it slowed and
rolled to a halt.
“Hiya!” she
called, putting on a chirpy voice in the fledgling hope that her damp and
bedraggled appearance might be overlooked.
“Guten Tag,” came the reply, which sent
Wilhelmina instantly back to her childhood and her German Grandmother’s
kitchen.
The unexpected
oddity of encountering a Deutschsprachigen
on the road only served to deepen her already fathomless confusion. Bereft of
speech, she could only stare at the man.
....the
traveller put down the reins and stood, leaned over, and indicated the iron
step ring projecting from the base of the wagon bed behind the front wheel,
then reached down his hand. She placed a muddy boot on the step and accepted
the offered hand, and was pulled effortlessly up and onto the wooden seat....
They
proceeded in silence, rocking over the uneven road. Now and then, she stole a
glance at the driver of the wagon.... The plump fellow presented an altogether
unremarkable appearance—save for his face: smooth, pink as a baby’s, round,
even-featured, with pale blue eyes beneath pale eyebrows, and ample cheeks that
glowed in the brisk autumn breeze beneath the fine haze of a thin, stubbly
blond beard.
It was the
sweet-natured face that made him, she decided, for the countenance with which
he faced the world wore an expression of benign cheerfulness—as if all that met
his gaze amused and delighted, as if the world and everything in it existed
only for his pleasure. He seemed to exude goodwill. (The Skin Map, pp 80-82)
Mina
and Etzel became business partners of a thriving Kaffeehaus of the late middle
ages. They become close friends as Mina’s first instincts about the man proved
true – so true that Etzel remained ever faithful to her in the most trying
circumstances that unfold in our present novel:
... He
[Burleigh] moved into the room and lowered his voice. “Your associate has
involved herself in my business and I want to know why. I want to know everything.”
Concern
wrinkled the baker’s placid brow. “I do not understand.”
“My German
is not so good.” Burleigh stepped closer. “I will try to explain. The Fraulein
is interfering in my affairs. I want to know why. In fact, I want to know
everything.”
“I think you
should go now,” replied Engelbert, crossing his arms across his massive
chest....
“We are not
finished,” said Burleigh. He called to Tav.... “He refuses to talk. See if you
can loosen his tongue.”
“Right,
Boss.” Tav quickly took up a position in front of Etzel....With catlike
quickness, his hand flashed out, seizing his victim by the throat. “Listen, you
ignorant oaf,” he said, his voice a grating whisper in the startled baker’s
ear. “My boss here asked you a question. I suggest you tell him what he wants
to know. Or this could get messy....”
Engelbert
fell back rubbing his neck. “I will tell you nothing,” he said. “You must leave
now.”
The words
were barely out of his mouth when Tav’s fist smashed into his jaw, snapping his
head to the side.
“As I have
explained,” said Burleigh, “you will tell me what I want to know.”
The baker,
glaring at his attackers from below lowered brows, rubbed his jaw and shook his
head. “I will tell you nothing.”
“We shall
see.” Burleigh nodded at Tav, who reached into a coat pocket and produced a set
of brass knuckles, making a show of
fitting them to his hand and making a first.
“You think
to hurt me?” said Engelbert. “You think maybe that if you hurt me this will
make me tell you something? Is that what you are thinking?”
“I give you
one last chance....”
Tav slammed
his fist down on the wooden tabletop....
“Shame on
you,” said Engelbert, with a defiant thrust of his chin. “I will tell you
nothing.”
Tav lunged
forward plunging his fist in the big man’s stomach. Engelbert staggered back,
hit the oven, and fell onto his hands and knees. The Burley Man lashed out with
his boot, striking again at the baker’s round stomach.
Etzel loosed
a gasp of pain. He gulped air and held his side. “Yes, you can hurt me,” he
said, his voice tight and strained. “Still, I say nothing.”
....His next
blow caught the baker on the side of the head, opening a gash above his eye. Blood spurted from the cut and
splashed down the baker’s round, cherubic face....
“You can
knock me down until I get up no more,” Etzel said, dragging himself upright.
“But still I tell you nothing....”
“As
Wilhelmina has placed her trust in me, I place my trust in God.” He cupped his
broken chin. “God is my refuge and strength.” (The Shadow Lamp, pp 288-290)
And
on it went. What a faithful friend. What an inspiring character.
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Thanks to Thomas Nelson for kindly providing a copy of The Shadow Lamp for review on
the November, 2013 Christian Science Fiction and Fantasy Blog Tour.