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There are of course a vast number of favourite scenes in Dunnettworld which we all return to time and again, and I’ve written about a number of them already. But the bulk of the first chapter of The Ringed Castle, if you can call two thirds of a chapter a scene, has long been one of my most favourite.

Today I was discussing light-heartedly on Bluesky, with a friend who is on her second read of the series, the thoughts of how much Kate must have been beside herself with worry after Philippa ran off to find Lymond and join the search for his son across the Mediterranean. I remarked that his letter to Kate – “She is safe, and with me” is somewhat contradictory to say the least, given his mission to kill Gabriel and how he attracts danger even more than he attracts both accolites and would-be lovers alike. Kate knows that very well and can have been only barely reassured and then constantly worried when little else reached her over the next few months.

That led me to think about the reunion and that I hadn’t written about it yet – so here we are.

Background to the opening scenes

We readers have watched Philippa grow and learn prodigeously during the various travels, first with the main party, then with Archie to Zakynthos where she meets the dying Evangelista Donati and takes responsibility for the adorable Kuzum, then with Mikal and his fellow Geomalers, before arriving in Istanbul where she has to enter the harem in order to protect Kuzum. She has mastered languages, been tutored in many subjects, learned to handle politics, diplomacy and subterfuge in the presence of Guzel and Roxelana. She’s faced Gabriel trying to intimidate her, watched Khairedden be killed in dreadful circumstances, been married to Francis, and had the presence of mind to extract a promise from him not to resort to suicide.

Kate knows none of this – her memories are of a somewhat disshevelled young daughter, sharp-witted and courageous but unsophisticated and ungroomed, and who had only just learned to stop hating Lymond.

We’ve been through high drama after high drama – the appearance (in both senses) of Marthe, the discovery of Oonagh’s body, Lymond’s fight in the sea with Gabriel and rescue by Jerott, the chess game and its aftermath, the escape through the cisterns, the ambushes, the anguish of the opium withdrawl at Volos, the reconciliation with Marthe.

The start of Ringed Castle is therefore a complete change of pace and scene, and Dorothy leads us into it gently but with lots of subtle undercurrents.

Opening line and first encounters

The opening line is of course a marvellous piece of scene-setting as well as a most memorable sentence:

Not to every young girl is it given to enter the harem of the Sultan of Turkey and return to her homeland a virgin.

while the next paragraph concisely explains all that has happened since she parted with Lymond at Volos. Suddenly we’re back in the vales of Northern England, and running into some known faces. The encounter with Sir Thomas Wharton neatly hints at Philippa’s new abilities.

It was a chaste encounter, conducted with grim efficiency by Archie Abernethy, with Philippa brazenly helping him.

There is nothing childish in the way the “Somerville child” handles the meeting. Polite and friendly but giving nothing away beyond Archie’s bare minimum information. She handles Sir Thomas effectively and is only disturbed briefly by Austin Grey’s clumsy question about Flaw Valleys – which he quickly corrects, and redeems himself by riding ahead to bring the news to Midculter.

The News reaches Midculter

We switch scene to follow him to Scotland, where Sybilla welcomes him and deals with him with her usual aplomb, until Austin reveals not only that Philippa is coming but that she has Kuzum with her, and we see a little through her normal mask of reserve as she passes the news to the entering Kate. They’ve clearly become close friends and are supporting each other as best they can. It is joyous news.

The description of them poring over the letters, discussing their contents and implications, is beautifully done – highlighting all the many concerns that must have nagged constantly at Kate, while Sybilla reassures her – even with regards to the news about having been in the harem.

Sybilla said calmly, ‘It doesn’t matter. If she says she was untouched, she was untouched. And no one else need know anything of it.’

‘In Flaw Valleys?’ Kate said. They’ll ask her about the pattern on Suleiman’s nightshirt…”

It is Sybilla, who often seems to simultaneously know everything and nothing about the character of her beloved son, who grasps before Kate the immensity of what Philippa has done.

‘Well, at least she went,’ said Sybilla comfortably. ‘It says here he sent her straight home from Algiers as well, and she made Archie Abernethy turn back so that she could continue her hunt for the little one. I think we owe a great deal to your Philippa.

‘Grey hairs,’ Philippa’s mother suggested.

With the description – “Kate, daily tramping the battlements” – we feel the depth of her longing and anxiety to see her daughter.

The Arrival

And then we get the moment of revelation for Kate:

Straining her eyes as they turned in at the gates, Kate studied them vainly for Philippa. In the lead was a small bearded man bearing a bundle, and beside him a stylish person in a cloak and hood trimmed with lynx, at whom Kate cast a wistful glance, since she could not imagine her having much time for her bedraggled Philippa. Then, looking again at the smooth, polished face and the coils of intricately pleated shining brown hair, she saw that it was her bedraggled Philippa.

But her daughter is as apprehensive about her reception as Kate is anxious to see her. She’s had the whole journey from Greece to think about it.

Philippa reined in and looked down at her mother. Sitting like the Queen of Sheba, with her face green with fright she said, ‘Did you get my letters from Austin?

What a nervous first greeting after so long away! But Kate breaks the tension in her own inimitable fashion:

Clearing her throat, she said, ‘Kevin and Lucy were expecting a nose-veil and curly-toed slippers.’

At which Philippa begins to relax a little and they banter cautiously a bit more before Kate’s perfect question:

‘Are you going to come indoors on the horse, or can I help you . . . ?’

(A laugh aloud moment for me, it’s just sooo Kate.)
and Philippa drops down and they embrace in tears – and many of us are too!

Surprises galore

But Dorothy is not done yet with surprises – either for us or Kate, She first takes us aside with Sybilla and we get the unexpected revelation that Archie is an old friend. (Makes you think about how Lymond met his late brother and then him.) Then we get to watch her first encounter with the 2-year old Kuzum and hear Archie rather carefully answering her questions about him and about Lymond’s wherabouts – “a wee bit overcome by the weather” – then swiftly changing the subject to Philippa.

They rejoin the rest of the family and Sybilla remarks about how will they be able explain the change in Philippa. Kate and Philippa exchange remarks about meeting Sir Thomas and how he’s a gossip and Kate says they’ll have plenty of callers. At which point we’re reminded that Richard has always had an eye for beautiful women (e.g. Mariotta and Joleta) when he remarks “Mostly male”, which emphasises without needless description, if we need to grasp it, that the plain, flat-chested girl who left England is no more – she’s developed into a very attractive young woman.

But something else has clearly been on Philippa’s mind, and she takes the opportunuty to obliquely bring it up.

‘Isn’t it queer? Philippa said. Standing at the top of the steps, she caught Archie’s eye and then removed her gaze from him, unfocused. ‘It didn’t occur to me that people might gossip. It was Mr Crawford who warned me.’

Sybilla misses the significance at first but Kate is immediately alerted that there’s something else – just not quite enough!

Dorothy uses one of her favourite techniques to lull us a little by breaking off to describe the courtyard, Kevin and Lucy, the horses, and then more extensively Richard, who is smiling. Or maybe she’s really ramping up the tension to get the perfect timing…

Philippa said, ‘He suggested I should get married.’

Kate, perhaps thinking that, after all, that was all that was concerning her, tries to usher her inside.

Then the thunderbolt strikes from a clear blue sky…

‘So I did,’ Philippa said.

After the immediate “mind-cracking silence” Philippa hurriedly tries to explain further. Richard, who we’ve just heard a description of being constantly beset with problems caused by his younger brother, exclaims briefly, and it’s Sybilla, grasping the importance of detail who approaches Philippa reassuringly with the key question, while we noticably don’t hear anything from Kate.

‘Philippa. You are not to worry. We are all here and ready to help you. But tell us first, whom did you marry?’

‘Mr Crawford,’ said Philippa bleakly.

The second, much bigger thunderbolt!!

Kate said ‘Philippa!’ and it fell on the air like explosive.

We readers immediately remember a scene involving raspberries and blackberry pies, and a knife, and feel the shock that Kate must be feeling at that moment. That her young daughter is married, but maybe something more than that. Something that she hardly dared admit to herself.

Sybilla, understanding flooding in about her son’s moral code, is relieved, but then makes an uncharacteristic mistake in diplomacy by remarking:

‘Kate, you seem to be Francis’s mother-in-law.’

and for a moment it’s not clear whether Kate’s response is directed at Lymond or his mother.

Richard then shows his ability to put up with surprises, and his sense of hospitality, family, and regard for Kate (who, remember, he once, in a frenzy of anger and hatred at Lymond, had struck to the floor, but has long since been forgiven).

Richard Crawford had begun, slowly also, to laugh. ‘Francis! My God, the complications,’ he said. And then seeing Kate’s face, ‘But it’s all right,’ said Sybilla’s reliable son, and, putting his arm round her rigid shoulders, smiled at Philippa’s sensible mother. ‘Welcome to the clan. Philippa will stay with us for a bit, and we shall look after the legal side. The annulment will be no trouble at all.’

To her eternal credit Kate faces the situation and its repercussions with as much grace as she is immediately capable of while inside she is thinking ‘I am a widow, a widow with one married daughter.’ She even manages a trace of her usual wry humour.

And to Philippa, ‘I’m sure it’s all right. At least it’s a novelty,* her mother said flatly. ‘You’ll be the only divorced child-bride in Hexham.’

She has one more piece of news to assimilate though. When Richard wonders where Lymond is and who he’s with, Philippa responds with:

‘Kiaya Khatun,’ said Philippa patiently. ‘Head of the harem, and until recently Dragut Rais’s mistress. The Diane de Poitiers, as you might say, of the East.’

At which Kate, assailed on all sides by absurdity, is finally reduced to helpless laughter.

The whole section is masterly. Dorothy has neatly reminded readers of important parts of the plot of the preceding book without it in any way dragging or feeling like a regurgitation. She’s successfully reunited mother and daughter in a revealing and dramatic fashion. She’a connected grandmother with grandchild while revealing that she’s known Archie for a long time. She’s given us further insights into both Sybilla and Richard, and set Kate in a new reality which will eventually open other possibilities for her. She’s also set up the situation for Philippa to stay with Sybilla, further her education, and discover far more about her husband’s early life and library.

And it’s all done with a fluidity and a mixture of humour and tension and drama that means we’re already completely immersed in the book after a few pages and eager to learn more.

Not many authors can do all that, and make you shed a tear or two at the same time!

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A little festive musical whimsy for you all.

A couple of days ago I received my copy of the Dorothy Dunnett Society’s Whispering Gallery Magazine – yet another superb edition under Suzanne McNeil’s editorship.

Very worthy of mention is an excellent article in it entitled Bektashi Ritual, Marthe and Lymond by Elizabeth Orr, which fills in some vital background information about Bektashi philosophy and spiritualism and connects to both the burning bed scene when Sybilla brings Lymond back from edge of death, and the later scene between Lymond and Marth where he is forced to reject her appeal for further contact. As any of you who have read my talk on Marthe, and the subsequent discussion here, will know, there is much disagreement about what she is actually requesting of him. I’m now more than ever convinced that it was his mentorship and tuition she hoped for rather than any intimate or sexual relationship.

I was thinking about that and pondering how I could frame a new article updating that talk with this new layer of information – without it feeling like I was simply lifting Elizabeth’s work wholesale. My thoughts inevitably drifted through scenes from Checkmate. Then I came across the Correspondance section of WG where the theme this time was music and how readers associated different pieces with passages from the books. These two facets started to intertwine.

Musical associations

Now music has been a large part of my life – as some of you may know I was a sound engineer for some years working with bands of various genres and with theatre. But curiously I seldom hear music in my head as I read – unless there is music in the scene and even then it’s quite difficult because with Lymond particularly his playing is described in a modern manner with skills that were beyond the capabilities of the instruments or the musical theory of the time, so I find I’m torn between the likely reality and the described virtuosity. Nor do I usually listen to music while reading – not Dunnett anyway. I become so engrossed in her words that the music drops into the background and I suddenly find the track selection or the CD is over with no real recollection of hearing it.

For that reason I wouldn’t associate any of my favourites in the classical repertoire with Dorothy’s work – Beethoven, Neilsen, Rachmaninov, Mendelssohn, they all deserve to be listened to with complete concentration. But I have wide musical tastes – the only genre I really can’t get on with is “good ‘ol country music”; so naturally the fates sent me a girlfriend who plays it all the time!

So, I was musing on this and wondering if anything more modern from rock or folk or soul or blues could be connected in a way that made sense to me. Mentally running through some of the bands, singers, and songs that I’ve enjoyed over the years it struck me – just as the existence of certain names like Scott had inspired my little Star Trek crossover fanfic – and the name Crawford appeared in my head.

But not Francis. Randy Crawford, she of the magnificent voice, sometimes soul sometimes jazz, and the perfectly phrased melodies that stick in your head for days every time you hear them. The lyrics of one song in particular, having been thus triggered, clamoured for attention in my mind, soaring on her wonderful vocals. I looked them up to make sure I had them right:

When somebody reaches for your heart
Open up and let them through
‘Cause everybody
Needs someone around
Things can tumble down on you

You discover when you look around
You don’t have to be alone
Just one lover Is all you need to know
When you’re feeling all alone

What else could be more appropriate advice for Lymond? The man who lives the lonely, solitary life of a leader, scared of what happens to anyone who gets close to him.

and then the last verse:

If there is fire stirring in your heart
And you’re sure it’s strong and right
Keep it burning through the cold and dark
It can warm a lonely night

Surely that too has a match:

In rebellion he made his preparations; and in rebellion composed himself, as the Shamans do, to reduce the shivering husk of the body to one spark of life, conserving what it has; feeling cold and hunger and thirst no more than a plant does, laid in its sap on an icefield.

… Philippa.

I now doubt if I’ll ever be able to read that passage, as I do often, without Randy’s glorious accompaniment. And I’ve no regrets about that ….. it’s just that my eyes may leak a little more often than usual.

Musical imaginations

Of course my by-now somewhat fevered imagination didn’t finish there (though it probably should have!).

We’d need a band to back our Crawford family’s newly rediscovered vocalist. Surely Steve Lukather’s guitar solo would be handled by the master lutenist’s fingers of Francis himself. Philippa can handle the keyboards – with furious aplomb. We can find a place on congas for Archie. And then there’s the backing singers – I give you those masters of rhythm and soul – Blacklock, Hislop, and Blyth.

And if that’s not a vision to haunt you through the New Year I don’t know what is. 😉

If you don’t know this song yet then here’s a link to a live performance on Youtube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cu4zVBdOnE
The video quality isn’t the best but the sound is fine and the verve of the live performance more than makes up for it.
There are also plenty of other Randy Crawford tracks and videos. One Day I’ll Fly Away is another favourite.

Hope this raised a smile in another difficult festive season surrounded by Covid.

A Good New Year to you all, and stay safe.