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Chuck Black spent eight years in the Air Force traveling the world as a communications engineer and an F-16 fighter pilot. He has invented or coinvented eleven patented construction products now being sold internationally. He earned his BS in electrical and electronic engineering from North Dakota State University and today, with his wife, Andrea, is in his thirteenth year homeschooling their six children. The Blacks take their family music ministry on the road, singing Christian gospel, contemporary, and traditional songs. Chuck is enjoying his eighth year teaching adult Sunday school classes at First Baptist Church in Williston, North Dakota. --This text refers to the Paperback edition.
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A Stranger in Our Midst
“Cedric, if you don’t hurry, we’ll miss the procession,” William called.
William was a dreamer. Unfortunately, these were times when not even dreamers could hope for a brighter tomorrow. Although his heart was tender, his features were sharp, giving the false impression that he was a hard man. William was strong and knew where he wanted
to be, but he was not sure how to get there. His hair was dark and matched his brown eyes. Taller than average, he was a handsome man. I had known him since I was a boy. He was my friend.
“William, you know I’ve got to check on Leinad first,” I said. “Besides, what is so grand about seeing not-so-noble Noble Knights pass by when my stomach howls in hunger?”
“If only we were one of them, we wouldn’t be hungry,” William said as we approached an old cottage that matched the age of its lone occupant.
“You’re dreaming again, William. We were not born of noble blood and will therefore never become Noble Knights. Get that foolish notion out of your head!”
Leinad lived just outside Chessington near a small stream that lazily wound its way toward the sea to the south. He was a strange fellow. I had come to know him when I was a young lad. People tend to avoid what they cannot understand or what makes them uncomfortable,
and this was the case with Leinad.
Although most people avoided him, I was drawn to him and his stories–stories that seemed too strange to be true and too original to be fabricated. If even a small portion of the tales were true, then Chessington was ignorant of a very gallant man. If the tales were indeed made-up, then Leinad was just as everyone thought him to be: insane. Either way, I had a tender spot in my heart for him, especially since he was now too old to properly care for
“Good day, Sir Leinad!” I raised my voice in greeting as we approached his door. Many of his stories portrayed him as a knight in service to the King. I half-jokingly addressed
him as such, but I could never tell if I was humoring him or if he was humoring me by graciously accepting my flippant use of the title.
“Ah, dear Cedric,” came the familiar warm voice. “Welcome to my palace. Please come in.”
We stepped into his home to see Leinad seated at a small table near the south wall. His left hand was resting on the sill of the window he was staring through.
His silver hair and brows partnered with his bent frame to paint a picture of a man near the end of life’s journey. He attempted to rise and meet us, but I halted him as I placed
my hand on his shoulder.
“It’s all right, Leinad,” I said. “I know you are already standing in your heart.”
“It is good to see you, Cedric and William,” Leinad said with sincerity. He smiled at us with his eyes.
“Hello, Leinad,” William said. “How are you feeling today?”
Leinad took in a deep breath, and he turned again toward the window.
“They listened once before, but time has defeated the sincerity of truth,” Leinad said, answering a question no one had asked.
William glanced my way with a raised eyebrow. I smiled.
“We brought some bread for you,” I said, trying to break his distant trance. “I will try to bring some fruit on my next visit, but the city is pretty short on food these days.”
Leinad turned to us and gazed into my eyes. “Time is short,” he said. “The power of the King is near, and the Dark One is mounted. You must be ready…the people must be ready!”
We were used to Leinad’s odd talk, but today he seemed overcome with his delusions.
“My mission is nearly complete,” he said. “The Sword of the King sings in anticipation of the One who is worthy!”
“Yes,” I said, “your sword has no equal in splendor or beauty, that is certain. You have done well in its keeping.” I rested my hand on his shoulder. “Leinad, we must leave you now, but I will return in a few days to check on you. We can talk more then.”
Leinad smiled. “Very well, Cedric. Thank you for the bread. The King will remember your kindness to me.”
I bowed and smiled as I winked at William. “Good day then, Sir Leinad,” I said as we turned toward the door.
Outside William took a deep breath and shook his head.
“Someday, William, you and I will be hallucinating fools too,” I said as we quickened our pace to make the procession.
“I don’t think you should humor the old man so much,” William said.
“What harm can it do? Leinad is old, and if he wants to spend his final years believing in something more than we are living…then why not?”
“Yes, but I think you crossed the line with that bit about the sword,” William said as we entered the city.
“The sword is real,” I said. Soon I realized I was walking by myself. I turned around to see William standing still with a perplexed look on his face.
“Yes,” I said. “Leinad owns a sword that is more magnificent than any I’ve ever seen–even more beautiful than any of the swords owned by the Noble Knights.”
“Where did he get such a sword?” he asked, still not quite believing me.
“His story is long and bizarre, William. In truth, I do not know how he came to own it. He keeps it wrapped in a cloth in that old wooden chest in the corner. I fear that someone would kill him for it if they knew it was there. That is why I have told no one about it.”
William rejoined me, but his gait was slower now, and his thoughts appeared to be deep.
“You’re sure about this sword, Cedric?” he asked.
“It’s been years, but I’ve seen it myself. It nearly glows in its splendor. Why someone would give a sword like that to Leinad is a mystery indeed.”
At the city’s main thoroughfare, we pushed our way to the front of the crowd. Beside us a woman with two small children waited, hoping for a scrap of food the Noble Knights might throw her way. The children’s faces were as dirty as their clothes. Poverty overwhelmed the people.
The sound of hooves on cobblestone announced the knights’ approach.
“Their horses prance and snort to match the arrogance of their riders,” I said in low tones to William.
“Enough, Cedric. After all, these Noble Knights are the chosen, are they not?”
“The King has been gone so long that I wonder if He even remembers this dreadful land.”
A poor old peasant woman was begging from one of the knights as he passed. “Please, good sir, a bit o’ food for a hungry old woman?”
He laughed as he threw a half-eaten apple her way. “Don’t eat it all at once,” he sneered.
The old woman picked up the dirt-covered apple and ate it as though it was her last meal. Maybe it would be.
The Noble Knights often passed through the streets handing out tidbits of food to show their goodwill toward the people. I believed they did it to inflate their egos; they loved their position over the people. But they had been chosen by the King to defend our land, and from all I had heard of the King, He was just and fair. Somehow, since He’d left for another country, the welfare of the kingdom had continually declined.
“Here, old man, have a feast today.”
One of the knights threw a loaf of bread to a bent old man just in front of me. I prepared for my opportunity, fully expecting the feeble old man to miss. I saw his hand reach up for the hurled loaf. The gnarled fingers I expected to see were not gnarled at all. The hand was quick and strong. He snatched the loaf with such ease and purpose that I looked a fool as I grabbed a handful of air.
The old man wore rags that covered his head and body. He began to turn around. As he did, his back slowly straightened until I faced a man who was a full three inches taller than I. He was not bent or gnarled or old. On the contrary, this man was close to my age and had shoulders as broad as a horse. His arms were defined and powerful. One could even see strength in his jaw as he removed the cloth that covered his head.
A man’s eyes give away the story of his character, my father once told me. I forced myself to gaze into the eyes of the stranger. I felt as though he had already questioned my eyes for my character. His eyes burned like fire. They penetrated into the very depths of my soul. They were not eyes of hate or malice–far from it. I saw power yet meekness, forcefulness yet gentleness, discipline yet compassion. I had never seen eyes like his!
He stretched forth his hand with the loaf of bread and offered it to me. I slowly took it from him.
“Tell me, Cedric,” the stranger said in a rich voice, “what do you hope for?”
My mind was fuzzy. I heard the hungry cry of one of the children beside me. How selfish I felt. I was ready to rob an old man of his bread, and instead he gave me the very thing I’d hoped to take.
I knelt down to the child and gave her the loaf of bread. “I’m sorry I haven’t more to give you,” I told the child’s mother.
I turned to the stranger once more. “I am a man of little hope, sir. The kingdom becomes more dreary every day. The people are starving, and the Noble Knights are the only ones who fare well. What is there to hope for? Were I foolish enough to hope, it would be that Arrethtrae was a kingdom free from hunger. A kingdom of truth, justice, and honor. A kingdom where men may serve the King as knights though only common blood flows through their veins, where each man’s character, not his family name, determines his worth. No, hopes and dreams you will not find in my heart, for I am too acquainted with disappointment already. If you’re looking for dreams, William here is the one to talk to.”
“And what are your dreams, William?” the stranger asked as he turned toward him.
William seemed as taken aback by the stranger’s gaze as I had been. “You are clothed as a peasant, though you hardly look the role. Tell me who you are, sir, and I shall tell you my dreams.”
“I am a man from a distant land,” the stranger said. “What are your dreams, William?”
William paused. “I dream of becoming a knight and serving my King as the Noble Knights do.”
“And would you also pass out scraps of food to the poor as the Noble Knights do?”
“I am the poor, sir. I would never forget these people or their demise. I would defend my King and serve His people.”
“Well spoken, gentlemen. Do not despair. The King knows the plight of His people in Arrethtrae. I bid you farewell, ‘Cedric of Little Hope’ and ‘William of Dreams.’”
With that, the stranger turned and disappeared into the throng of people.
“Well, William,” I said, “it looks as though you are not alone in your dreamworld.”
“That man is more than a dreamer, and you know it. His peasant clothes don’t fool me. There was something about that man!”
“Yes, yes, I’m sure he runs a dreamers guild you could join.” I laughed and slapped William on the back.
There was something about that man, I thought. --This text refers to the Paperback edition.
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In my reviews of the first two books, I complained about how the author didn't do a good job making this book a true allegory, which he clearly wanted it to be. This book, however, is very good in both the writing and in the allegory. I think it helped that he let the allegory be looser (less 'this is this event!!') and each chacter represent one group of people or one person instead of changing what the character represents throughout the story.
I would recommend this book to young adults and am going to give this book to my church's "Knights of the Cross" 4th and 5th grader Sunday school program as a prize gift.
The Kingdom is going through some very tough times. The Noble Knights have lost their path--and now they are out for themselves rather than for the people and the King. Through the years they have stopped following the Code (Commandments) and become more interested in their own power over the people.
In the midst of these hard times, the Prince arrives. His coming was foretold by Leinad. He gathers believers around him and trains his Knights (the Apostles) to fight the Dark Knight (Satan/evil) who with his Shadow Knights are coming to take over the Kingdom.
Kingdom's Edge tells the story of the Prince's life, His death and then His rising again. Even if the reader does not catch all the symbolism that the author intends, this book is very inspirational. It gives the reader a sense of hope and reminds us, in a contemporary story, the importance of faith. Kingdom's Edge (as well as the other books in the Kingdom series), should be put on everyone's reading list.
Armchair Interviews says: Anyone who reads it will benefit in some way.
To summarize, this book is about Cedric and William, two peasants in the kingdom of Arrethtrae ("Earth" and "Terra" backwards). The Noble Knights are in charge now but doing a bad job of governing, allowing poverty and injustice to run rampant. Then the Prince comes and calls Cedric, William, and many others to join him in a new order of knights. This Prince is obviously a parallel for Jesus in this allegory, and the story goes about like you would expect from that point on. The book covers the temptation and ministry of Jesus, his death and resurrection, the evangelism efforts of the church, the rise of the anti-Christ, and the rapture of the saints.
In some ways Black's handling of the allegory in this book was better than the last two, and in other ways it was worse. I like that there weren't as many easily recognizable parallels in the story to Biblical events. It would have been tempting to include many reenactments of Jesus' miracles or other events from the gospels. But instead Black chose two or three events that did a good job of showing the character of the Prince/Jesus. The conflicts between the Prince's new knights and the enemy Shadow warriors was also pretty good.
My biggest complaint in the past two books has been that while they paralleled Biblical events, they were not handled well and most of the time they missed the real point of the stories they were based on. The most glaring example of this occurred in Kingdom's Edge. ***SPOILERS*** The Prince/Jesus has come to the kingdom to set up a new order of knights who will be loyal to the king and replace the Noble Knights. Of course, being the Jesus parallel, the Prince is then killed by the Noble Knights out of jealousy and hate. The way this part of the story was handled missed the whole point of the death of Christ. Jesus died to pay the penalty for sin for the whole human race. He rose because he was God and death could not hold him. But in this book the weight of that sacrifice was completely missing. Yes, when the Noble Knights came and surrounded the Prince and his knights while they were training, the Prince negotiated with the Noble Knights' leader to take his life in exchange for letting his followers go. But that does not carry the message of salvation. The Prince was saving his followers from the Noble Knights, not the King's righteous judgment. This would have been much better if it had been set up that the Prince came to be punished in the place of all those who were betraying the King. It would have taken very little exposition to set up, and would have had a much greater impact. But sadly, that wasn't the case, and great opportunity was missed. I mention this because Black specifically states "I penned the Kingdom series to help young people get excited about the supremely significant story of Jesus Christ and His mission to save mankind" (quote from the above product description). If that was the center of this story, then much more care and attention should have gone into crafting that part of the allegory so that it accurately reflected the truth of the gospel.
As to the rest of the book, it was fair I suppose. There wasn't much character development; we are told much more about the characters than is actually shown. The dialogue shifted tone several times from being almost Biblical wording to being much more modern. There is much more attention given to the action scenes than anything else in this book, but they are still written in a way that feels like a play-by-play of an Xbox hack-n-slash video game. This book probably has the most coherent plot so far (at least, in that it wasn't a series of random events thrown together), but it still tried to cover too much ground, and there were several points in the story where I thought it was about reach a conclusion only to continue on to another scene.
I'm glad that these books have helped to interest young children in Bible stories. But it seems to me that a great opportunity has been wasted here. Rather than carefully crafting an allegory to accurately portray the message of the Bible, these books just mash up several Biblical events, dress them in medieval clothes, and throw in some sword fighting scenes so that there is action to keep kids' attention. It's a series that had great potential, but falls far short of what it was capable of achieving.
In the third installment of the series, Cedric, a peasant in the city of Chesington in the Kingdom of Arrethtrae, is about to embark upon the most perelous journey imaginable. Arrethtrae is ruled by "The Noble Knights," leaders who have sworn to uphold "The King" and his "Code." However, "The Noble Knights" have been poisoned by their own lust for power, and thus Arrethtrae suffers from oppression and sorrow. Into the midst of this turmoil, a mysterious stranger, (a peasant in appearance but more than he seems), comes forth. The stranger claims to be "The Son of the King." He is an expert swordsman, and he offers freedom to Arrethtrae's people. Cedric is chosen to become a knight in the stranger's service along with other unlikely men. The men are trained in preparation for a battle against "The Dark Knight Lucius," and his followers. What results is a danger-filled quest where freedom must come at a terrible price.
Chuck Black recreats the events of Jesus' life, and retells the story of the formation of the Church. He is particularly gifted at illustrating the truth of spiritual warfare. Once again, the audio addition of this book is narrated by Andrew Turley and Dawn Marshall. These British narrators infuse life into the excellent novel. You will be moved, and you will be inspired to proclaim Christ's love to others. Happy reading, and God bless.
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