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The Invention of Fire
Bruce Holsinger
The richly atmospheric new historical thriller featuring John Gower, poet and trader of secrets. Set in the turbulent 14th Century, this is perfect for fans of C. J. Sansom.London, 1386: young King Richard II faces the double threat of a French invasion and growing unrest amongst his barons – and now there's evil afoot in the City. Sixteen corpses have been discovered in a sewer, their wounds like none ever seen before. One thing is clear: whoever threw the bodies into the sewer knew they would be found – and was powerful enough not to care.Enter John Gower, poet and intellectual whose 'peculiar vocation' is dealing in men's secrets. Against the backdrop of medieval London with its grand palaces and churches, dark alleys and mean backstreets, Gower pursues his dangerous quarry. Seeking insights from his friend Geoffrey Chaucer and using his network of contacts, Gower comes to the shocking belief that the men have been killed by a new and deadly weapon of war.Known as 'the handgonne', it would put untold power into the hands of whoever perfected its design. But who has commissioned this weapon? A man who would stop at nothing to achieve his secret goal.
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Dedication (#u296e84e2-3c24-5a5f-9ff1-1f4cda7b2e2c)
For Betsy and Bob
And in the autumn of that year, in the village of Desurennes, a company came from the woods with small guns of iron borne in their hands, and laid great waste to the market, to the wares and those who sold them along the walls, and in the eyes of God made wondrous calamity with fire and shot.
Le Troisième Chronique de Calais, entry for year 1386
Table of Contents
Cover (#u50300dc8-84f2-56be-81f2-c7921141833d)
Title Page (#u8c1a9cf3-5244-535e-81aa-ef6320594407)
Copyright (#udbc794e2-65b1-50f6-abd3-c345f31dd8e6)
Dedication (#u8bb19be4-b99c-5e3e-aa7d-3080da86cbce)
Epigraph (#u3d7e83c8-6fb1-5540-869e-0121d396d013)
Map (#u79a25c96-83bb-56df-9bea-730b21aabbc8)
A Note to the Reader (#u1a971e4d-4c7d-5eb5-851b-5c1f4acd8426)
Prologue (#ua236be0a-1f16-5bae-a8ca-11309bd05433)
Part One (#u37cf54a2-c7a2-57f4-b32d-cb22135f863f)
Chapter One (#u2cefa07e-f504-5110-bcdb-77e90f0383cc)
Chapter Two (#ub16ff31a-8dc5-51e2-b8e6-19248d74f60a)
Chapter Three (#u33707036-961b-5e66-a8a3-7a0df57ab29a)
Chapter Four (#u97fb58c4-c5ff-5ef4-bad0-ec4e4f5fc56c)
Chapter Five (#ua95e9388-c0c9-59f3-9136-32ff67bb6fff)
Chapter Six (#u91f3dfb0-b50a-5523-b95b-917b8c914a88)
Chapter Seven (#uc38b7eda-ea97-563f-a6a0-656fb62ed4ab)
Chapter Eight (#u7e70ebd6-bb27-5d0e-98bb-57edc0ac9f12)
Chapter Nine (#u066bd282-b06c-5ba9-b96f-31d2d544af4d)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Part Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Part Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Keep Reading… (#litres_trial_promo)
Historical Note and Acknowledgments (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Also by Bruce Holsinger (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
A NOTE TO THE READER (#u296e84e2-3c24-5a5f-9ff1-1f4cda7b2e2c)
The word handgun enters the English language in the final decades of the fourteenth century. The compound noun first appears in an inventory record from the Tower of London, occurring at the end of the phrase ‘iiij canones parue de cupro vocate handgonnes’ (‘four small copper cannon, called handgonnes’). These medieval handgonnes were metal tubes packed with gunpowder and fired with a burning coal or cord, a far cry from the sophisticated pistols and rifles found in modern arsenals. Yet across Europe, these decades witnessed unprecedented innovation and experimentation in the development of small arms, as gunpowder weapons grew increasingly portable, efficient, and thus terrifying. The emerging use of handgonnes on the battlefields of Europe, as well as their appearance in civilian contexts, marked a crucial technological shift in the development of weaponry – as well as a subtle but profound transformation in the long history of human atrocity.
Prologue (#u296e84e2-3c24-5a5f-9ff1-1f4cda7b2e2c)
The water seeped past, groping for the dead.
It was early on an Ember Saturday, and low down along the deepest channel in London Alan Pike braced for a fall. He sucked a shallow breath as beside him his son moved through the devilish swill. The boy’s arms were thin as sticks but lifted his full spade with a ready effort, even a kind of cheer. Good worker, young Tom, a half knob shy of fourteen, reliable, strong, uncomplaining, despite all a gongfarmer has to moan about – and that’s a heavy lot it is, down here in the privy channels, moving the foul of thousands, helping the city streams breathe easy. Tom filled another bucket and hefted it to one of the older boys to haul above for the dungcart. From there it would be wheeled outside the walls, likely to feed some bishop’s roses.
Night soil, the mayor’s men primly called it, though it had commoner names. Dung and gong, fex and flux, turd and purge and shit. Alan Pike and his crew, they called it hard work and wages.
