This left a positive impression on me when I first read it, which must be at least 20 years ago. It was historical fiction of a different sort, not as earnest as I was used to, a bit more irreverent and dialogue written in modern english rather than full of stilted 'have at the varlet' type prose. Rereading it it surprised me how much I had forgotten. In my memory it was the story of one of Harold's shield-bearers after Hastings. And although that is true, I don't remember at all his trip to Constantinople and the Near East, which takes up a large part of the narrative, only his recollections of the battle.
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