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Title: Sir Ludar
A Story of the Days of the Great Queen Bess

Author: Talbot Baines Reed

Release Date: April 5, 2007 [EBook #20993]

Language: English

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Sir Ludar
A Story of the Days of the Great Queen Bess

By Talbot Baines Reed
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For regular readers of Reed's works this will be a surprise. Not a
mention of a school or its inhabitants! Set in the late sixteenth
century and couched in slightly archaic English, it narrates the
adventures of an apprentice to a printer. But this young lad gets
caught up in all sorts of adventures, and is especially drawn to Ludar,
a young Irish rebel.

There is a good deal of travelling by sea, and though this sounds
convincing as Reed writes it, there is not much depth in it. In other
words you do not need a deep knowledge of rigging and seamanship to
follow what is happening, as you do with, for instance, the work of
W.H.G. Kingston.

There is a slightly dream-like feel about this book. We jump from one
situation to the next without, sometimes, being sure how we got there.

Try the book for yourself, and see what you think. NH.
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SIR LUDAR
A STORY OF THE DAYS OF THE GREAT QUEEN BESS

BY TALBOT BAINES REED

A STORY OF THE DAYS OF THE GREAT QUEEN BESS.

CHAPTER ONE.

HOW I SAW MY QUEEN.

Every story, whether wise or foolish, grave or gay, must needs have a
beginning. How it comes to pass that my story begins on a certain day
in May, in the year of our Lord 1585, I can never, although I am far on
in life now, properly explain.

For that was not the day on which I was born. That adventure had
befallen me eighteen years before, at the parson's little house in
Felton Regis. Most people who write their histories have a pride in
dragging their readers back to the moment when they first hallooed
defiance to this wicked world; but I, since I have clean forgot