Hey-ho for the days of Farnol and Hewlitt at their peak! Myers -- today -- is their nearest modern equivalent. The Harp and the Blade came close to recapturing their savor, without the hurdle of mediaeval language. Now, with another roistering full-blooded tale, Myers gives us adventure-romance, in the story of a gentleman at large, one Ingram Applegarth, in the days of Queen Elizabeth while Essex was in power. Once again, Myers spins a good lusty yarn, fast paced as to plot, full canvass of the open road, the taverns and the brothels, castles within and without, a story in the best of the picaresque tradition. He recounts the ways of thieves and murderers, he takes us to the fairs and the haunts of the underworld and the debtors' prison; and he lets his youthful hero play the fool and the light-o-love and the stalwart gallant and the braggard. But in the end, his role is a fitting one, and he loses his love to another man, with but brief backward glance, as he and his fellow-adventurer, Giles, look forward to more of the kicks and rewards of fickle fortune. Not quite as satisfying as its predecessor, but good entertainment nonetheless.