I enjoyed finally seeing the end of what happened to Huw Morgan. But I was unable to be excited about the man, the character, as I once was. Perhaps there was so much promise in the little boy, with his idealism, the way he saw the world, coming to understand more, but still innocent. All this was present in the first book, and to a certain extent, in the next two in the series. Here, I see mostly a man who has grown weary of the world, tired. One who is well-traveled, and well-experienced, and not inspiring. He responds to adventure not as if it is adventure, but as someone who knows how to handle it, and endure it, for it is simply another step in life. There are some exciting times in the book. But most if the time I was left sad, that there was so much promise in this character to begin with, and now it seems here there is a man who can not stop thinking about any woman who is remotely pretty, and one who must have sex with any woman who gives him any amount of interest. There is a moment that you wait for throughout the book, hoping for, anticipating, and in the end are left disappointed, for there is very little revealed of this moment. And the romantic love that finally results is perhaps the least interesting, the least exciting, of all those in his life. It is as if Llewellyn simply grew tired of writing, and needed to finish up the book, to get it out to presses.
Yes, I'd still recommend it. For those like me, you have to know what happens in a man's life, and once the story begins, you need to know how it ends. And there is enough of the Welsh feel and history here to satisfy to some extent. But it may be less the Welsh idealism and love of life, and more a reflection of the dissatisfaction of the way things have turned out, almost a dour Scandinavian regret and angst. By the end, Llewellyn seems to present Huw as an anatype to represent the history of Wales, as it moves into a modern era controlled by England, and people desire their own control, but know in the depths of their being they will never fully control their own lives. This might be very accurate, and very revealing- but it is never enjoyable to read about someone who doesn't enjoy their own life, or fine enjoyment in the lives of their countrymen.