So I end my Eternal Champion tales with Erekosë, who often gets the worst ratings from reviewers. And after reading “The Eternal Champion” I understand why.
This probably has spoilery stuff in it, though knowing there are three books and this is only the second it is quite obvious Daker-Whoever survives, right? Regardless, you are forewarned.
So “The Silver Warriors” begins and I already hate it. Prologue bit: Isarda of Tanelorn and The Woman. Huh? No name for the female? Seriously, Moorcock? Lame. Ooh, then there’s a poem from Coleridge, to prove I am an author who reads poetry! Yeesh.
Erekosë is back, lamenting his existence. Having killed millions of humans and Eldrens, he now resides with Ermizhad, her brother, Arjavh, and the rest of the Eldrens he did not slaughter. But the Ghost Worlds are again in conjunction with (this, now) Earth and Erekosë feels a tug in his (lame, selfish, shallow, sexist, boring, whingeing) spirit.
So Erekosë “becomes” Ulrik Skarsol - Lord of the “fill-in-the-stupid-moniker-here”, savior of some people, somewhere, eventually. And so we arrive on the icy wastes of wherever, with Ulrik in a chariot pulled by polar bears (with names, don’t even ask…), burdened with a wooden chest, a 7-foot lance, a broad-bladed axe, and a key (it’s just for the chest…).
Why am I here?!?! Yep, lots of moaning and groaning and whiny shite. Seems Daker has yet to actually accept the Eternal Champion mantle, huh?
Soon he arrives at Rowenarc and meets Bishop Belphig, the Lord Spiritual, and Shanosfane, the Lord Temporal. And hears of the Silver Warriors. How foreboding, how titular…
Ulrik does some stuff, dreams, (likely) rapes a female slave (ugh, really?!?), goes on a sea hunt, learns the Silver Warriors are believed to be from the Moon (now on the other side of the Ice World, grounded; not orbiting the Earth, maintaining the tides, and all that science-y fact stuff...), sees then hears a chalice (Holy Grail, anyone?!?) speak to him of reclaiming the Black Sword to “save this world” (from what? whom? when?), encounters the Sea Stag (Moby Dick, anyone?!?), meets Jermays the Crooked (Eternal Companion…), learns more of the Sword and a smidgen about Law and Chaos, and is rescued from his whining and woe-is-me crap.
Enter Bladrak Morningspear, Hound of the Scarlet Fjord. A pirate, basically. Seems BM rang the bell for Ulrik’s aid.
Some skirmishing and truths learned, and Ulrik meets the Lady of the Chalice (yep, that chalice…) who tells him what we already know: take up the Sword and meet your destiny! Whatever that is! Yeah, there are a lot of !!! in this tale. Poor writing.
So we enter into the ending stanzas of this tale, and little is surprising or intriguing, just standard fare. Fight, kill, rescue, kill, learn stuff, kill, rescue again, kill, etc. and another vague prophecy and mini-quest to bring it all to the close. For now, anyway. And then there is that pesky Tanelorn...
Moorcock throws in some personal info on Daker, pre-Erekosë, but it feels ex post facto and rather weak. Trying to create a personality and life a smidgen too late, as impressions from Book#1 won’t be set aside with a few sentences of “introspection” and “reminiscing”.
This book has more of the sword-and-sorcery feel to it than Book#1, which made it slightly less horrible. Daker/Erekosë/Ulrik is still the worst Eternal Champion iteration for me, and with only one book left to right that rating, he/he/he is likely to remain so.