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Meriel, the heroine, is also about to become a nun when she realizes she does not have the proper vocation for the sisterhood, and chooses to return home with her brother to help run his newly-granted estate.

Meriel is out with her falcon one day when she follows the bird way off course, ending up in a forest belonging to Adrian. He and his men come upon her in the forest, decide she’s been poaching, and take her captive. Also, Adrian gets a good look at her and, aside from noting the oddity of a woman proclaiming to be a peasant wielding a fully trained falcon, a hobby reserved only for those of elevated status, he decides that she’s beautiful and he wants to bring her home.

He holds her captive in exceptionally kind quarters, especially when one considers that later, she is captive again and this time dropped down a hole. She resists his confinement but refuses to tell him who she is, telling lies because she is afraid he would attack her home since her brother supports one claimant to the English throne while Adrian supports another. He grows angry, tries to force her to become his mistress, then repents his horrible behavior and asks her to be his wife.

She jumps out the window to avoid marriage, miraculously survives, and wakes up with no memory of who she is and how she came to be there.

But oh my, that Adrian is a hot man, she thinks, in her newly clueless state. He’s awful nice, especially since he feels awful about not having been as honorable towards her as he ought to have, and they fall in love, get married, ride off to make whoopee in the fields, get hit by lightning, and presto, she has her memory back, with no recollection of the past few months of wedded and hypersexed bliss.

And this is where I about lost my patience. I know this is among the favorite keepers among our readers, so I expect a good number of dissenting opinions, but I have to line up and redress each element that just didn’t fit together.

First, Meriel. Girl, you got on my last nerve. You want to be free as a falcon, but yet as an educated almost-nun, surely you are aware of the life you chose for yourself when you left the cloisters. You remind me horribly of Belle in Disney’s “Beauty and the Beast.” There you are, twirling around in the fields, unescorted and unattended in a war-torn area, following your falcon for miles without paying attention, thinking about how “there must be more than this...life.” Who told you there was? I’m sorry, dear, no, there’s not.

You want to be free? Where on earth did you get the idea that you could be free? Freedom was your obsession while you were held in capitivity by Adrian as he tried to come to terms with his attraction to you, but even in the convent you felt the walls were closing in on you. Where did you get this idea that as a single woman you were able to do whatever you wanted? Was there some time travel from the 20th century that I missed?

Next, did Adrian really treat you all that badly while he held you in capitivity? He gave you new clothes, he held you in a guest’s room, fed you, gave you gifts, made sure you had a bath every time you requested it, and the only things he did that you disliked were to make sexual advances on your person and refuse to give you any work to do.

Leaving the sexual advances aside for a moment, what did you expect? You’re a shitful liar; you know it, he knows it, and in a time where his enemy just killed his entire family, shouldn’t he be suspicious of a single woman out with a falcon unattended in the forest who tells inconsistent tales as to her provenance and intentions? Why should he trust you if he knows you’re well born, you’re obviously lying to him, and he has no proof that you’re not a spy? 

In short, Meriel, dear, you’re an idiot, and you grated on my nerves the entire story. I had no empathy for you when you were whining about capitity, I was not taken with your innocence and goodness both in and out of the convent, and I was completely furious with you when you had the poor sense to go off, get yourself captured and dropped down a hole, only to have Adrian ride in, win you back your precious freedom, and fight for you, while you try to figure out new ways to escape with your precious freedom. The man just kicked all kinds of ass and risked his life, and you...ride away. You are a fool, and when you got dropped down that hole, I thought, “GOOD, stay THERE you stupid ninny.”

I confess: I started skipping the Meriel-on-her-own parts and just looking for passages that discussed that scrumptious Adrian.

Next, the plot: one of the Amazon reviewers used the phrase, “Gilligan’s island plot device.” Hell, yeah. Amnesia storyline aside, what was the real conflict of the story, here? Was it Adrian’s coming to terms with his choice to be a battle-fighting, ass-kicking leader of his people instead of a peace-seeking, scripture-reading monk? I can understand the turmoil there, but I’m not entirely sure that was the real issue. Adrian felt a good sized mountain of guilt over his treatment of Meriel, but really, he could have, well within his rights, treated her a whole lot worse. Was it his inability to reconcile his faith with is overpowering lust? Was it the quest for revenge?

Further, the enemy of this story, the guy named Guy, reminded me of the Sheriff of Nottingham in “Robin Hood: Prince of Theives.” More specifically, he reminded me of Alan Rickman as the Sheriff of Nottingham in “Robin Hood: Prince of Theives.” He chewed on the scenery in his over-the-top evilness. And guy named Guy, short of being gay and molesting animals, masters ubervillany to the point where I didn’t fear him at all as a villain. He was so damn villainous he became almost a caricature of evil: raping, pillaging, bankrupting the estate, setting families up to die so he could steal their wealth. I get it. You’re a bad, bad man.

But then, there’s Adrian. Oh, Adrian. Come on over here next to me and tell me how annoying you find your heroine. You are worth so much more, and at the very least worth a better heroine to be worthy of you.

I swear, he’s like the romance novel dream man: in a time period of ignorance, cruelty, war and instability, he’s educated, fair, possessing of a moral compass that dictates his decisions as a leader, honorable to his bastard brother, careful of his family’s memory, and ready to kick ass and take names of anyone who tries to hurt him and his again. I am fanning myself right now, he’s so hot.

Moreover, between Adrian and Meriel, Putney manages a most wonderful portrayal of faith and devotion to prayer for two characters who almost took vows to the church. At that time, religion was one of the few systems of laws that were constant as leaders changed hands so frequently. One might not know who the rightful leader of the country was, but the Bible’s message at its core did not change. Meriel and Adrian’s devotion to prayer and to their faith was not at all treacly or preachy, but was a source of excellent warmth and a clever method through which to appreciate the complexity of their character.

I read like a fury through most of the novel, but stopped and savored each and every scene with Adrian. Wow, what a creation. He’s so great, I might have to start writing fanfic about him.

Sadly, my dissatisfaction with this book comes from my sense that Adrian was so fan-fucking-tastic that I didn’t think the rest of the story lived up to him. Putney crafted a story about a most exceptional hero, and the plot and chracters around him didn’t equal the joy of Adrian.

Watching Adrian struggle with his feelings for Meriel and finally allowing her to leave him for good was like watching one’s best most wonderful guy friend, the guy who you know is one of the best men out there, marry some shrew who you cannot stand.

Like I said, I’ve been staring at this book, trying to figure out the grade I’d give it. I used to teach remedial Freshman composition, and I’d grade on content and then on composition - what you said, how you said it. If you had a good argument, should it be penalized because you don’t yet know all the grammar rules?

The same rule applies here: there’s a fantastic hero, one of the best I’ve ever read, in this book. Should readers be dissuaded from experiencing his story because I thought the heroine was a right twat?

I will have to spoil one small bit: the best character, after Adrian, in my mind was Cecily, the guy Guy’s heiress wife. She deflects a rape against Meriel and takes it onto herself when her husband decides to violate their high-born prisoner. She’s frequently beaten but once her husband is dead, she stands up to an army of her own men intent on killing Adrian and tells them that she will not stand for any more violence. She throws men without honor out of her home, kicks the villainous sidekick out immediately, and restores order in one long moment. Cecily is amazing, and I adored watching her stand up for herself and take back control of a keep that was rightfully hers to begin with.

My final question: what heroine that I know of would live up to Adrian? If I could pluck a heroine out of another story, historical or contemporary, and match him with someone more worthy, who would I pick? Adrian needs his own personal ad:

Honorable, faithful, morally upright and damn fine looking hero, recently titled and owner and protector of a crapload of land, seeks strong, devoted woman of similar faith to stand beside him against much kicking of ass and political strife. Women with tendencies towards whining, bipolar mood swings, frequent mentions of yearning to breathe free, and multiple losses of memory need not apply.