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Otherwise he can use the rules of modern German and not be too far off. Aa: Somewhat like aw in hawk. Au: Somewhat like ow in now. E: As in end. Terminal e is pronounced. Ei, ey: Somewhat like ay in say. I: When followed in a syllable by a single consonant, or when terminal, as in machine; when followed by a doubled consonant, as in it. Ng: Always as in thing, not as in finger. U: Approximately as in ruthless; when followed by a doubled consonant, as in gun. These rules may also be applied to Anglo-Saxon and, with less accuracy, to Russian—but not, of course, to Greek, where the usual conventions of transliteration apply.

Norton and Company, Copyright by W. Norton and Company, Inc. Leland Cunningham for assistance with historical astronomy; to Kenneth Gray, not only for suggesting the title but for using his immense knowledge of Russian and Byzantine history to criticize Book One; to the late Professor George Guins for help with a difficult point of Russian church history. But all flaws and errors are entirely my own. All were of the Yngling family, descended in legend from the god Yngvi-Freyr and in fact from Harald Fairhair, who completed the unification of Norway about a.

Some, though bearing the title of king, were local vassals; kings of all Norway are here in italic and the dates of their reigns given. It should be remembered that most of these men had brothers or half-brothers who never bore a title and are not shown. Over the land came a troop of men riding. They were the guards of Norway's king, and he was on his way to see his mother. Winter still dwelt in the Uplands, but as the band moved southward and down, into Hringariki shire, they felt the first winds of springtime.

Here the mountains had sloped off into hills where spruce trees stood murky against snow. The sun glittered from a high clear sky.

Louder than hoofs in mud, a river brawled seaward over stones. Now and again a raven flapped off, astoundingly black, as the riders neared.

They were big men, shaggy in furs wrapped over chain-mail byrnies, reddened by the cold. Sunbeams ran like fire along their helmets and spear blades, that rose and fell with the trotting of their shaggy little horses.

Shields banged on cruppers, leather creaked, iron jingled, sometimes laughter sounded. Olaf Haraldsson led them. He was not the oldest, he had not yet seen a quarter century, but he was the king.

Of middle height, he was broadly built and kettle-bellied; one could even call him fat, but heavy bone and hard flesh lay beneath. His face was wide, brown-bearded, ruddy, with a blunt nose, a large mouth and small ice-blue eyes. He bore a sword at his waist and. We will soon be there.

Olaf grinned. His stories often depicted a shipwrecked or stranded hero's existential struggle to survive in the hostile environment of an alien world through ingenuity and sheer drive. In many stories, Anderson commented on society and politics. Whatever other vicissitudes his views went through, he firmly retained his belief in the direct and inextricable connection between human liberty and expansion into space - for which reason he strongly cried out against any idea of space exploration being "a waste of money" or "unnecessary luxury".

The connection between space flight and freedom is clearly as is stated explicitly in some of the stories an extension of the nineteenth-century American concept of the Frontier, where malcontents can advance further and claim some new land, and pioneers either bring life to barren asteroids--as in "The Tales of the Flying Mountains"--or settle on earthlike planets teeming with life, but not intelligent forms for example, "New Europe" in "Star Fox".

As he repeatedly expressed in his nonfiction essays, Anderson firmly held that going into space was not an unnecessary luxury but an existential need, and that abandoning space would doom humanity to "a society of brigands ruling over peasants". This is graphically expressed in the chilling short story "Welcome". In it, humanity has abandoned space and is left with an overcrowded Earth where a small elite not only treats all the rest as chattel slaves, but also regularly practices cannibalism, its members getting their chefs to prepare "roast suckling coolie" for their banquets.

Conversely, in the bleak Orwellian world of "The High Ones" - where the Soviets won the Third World War and gained control of the whole world - the dissidents still have some hope, precisely because space flight has not been abandoned. By the end of the story, rebels have established themselves at another stellar system - where their descendants, the reader is told, would eventually build a liberating fleet and set out back to Earth. While horrified by the prospect of the Soviets winning complete rule over the Earth, Anderson was not enthusiastic about having Americans in that role, either.

In fact, several stories and books describing the aftermath of a total American victory in the Third World War - such as "Sam Hall" and its loose sequel "Three Worlds to Conquer" as well as "Shield" - are scarcely less bleak than the above-mentioned depictions of a Soviet victory.

Like Heinlein in "Solution Unsatisfactory", Anderson assumed that the imposition of an American military rule over the rest of the world would necessarily entail the destruction of American democracy and the imposition of a harsh tyrannical rule over the United States' own citizens.

Interestingly, both Anderson's depiction of a Soviet-dominated world and that of an American-dominated one mention a rebellion breaking out in Brazil in the early 21st Century, which is in both cases brutally put down by the dominant world power - the Brazilian rebels being characterized as "Counter-Revolutionaries" in the one case and as "Communists" in the other.

In the early years of the Cold War - when he had been, as described by his later, more conservative self, a "flaming liberal" - Anderson pinned his hopes on the United Nations developing into a true world government.

This is especially manifest in "Un-man", a future thriller where the Good Guys are agents of the UN Secretary General working to establish a world government while the Bad Guys are nationalists especially American ones who seek to preserve their respective nations' sovereignty at all costs.

The title has a double meaning — the hero is literally a UN man and has superhuman abilities which make his enemies fear him as an "un-man". In later years Anderson completely repudiated this idea a half-humorous remnant is the beginning of Tau Zero — a future where the nations of the world entrusted Sweden with overseeing disarmament and found themselves living under the rule of the Swedish Empire. In Star Fox , his unfavorable depiction of a future peace group called "World Militants for Peace" indicates clearly where he stood with regard to the Vietnam War, raging when the book was published.

A more explicit expression of the same appears in the later The Shield of Time where a time-traveling young American woman from the s pays a brief visit to a university campus of the s and is not enthusiastic about what she sees there. Instead of a world government, the above-mentioned "Shield" resolves the problem of an American-dominated world dictatorship in a truly libertarian manner: The protagonist, who is hunted by various power groups for the secret of a personal impregnable force field which he brought from Mars, finally decides to simply reveal it to the entire world, so that every individual could thumb his or her nose at each and every Authority.

Anderson often returned to libertarianism which accounts for his Prometheus Awards and to the business leader as hero, most notably his character Nicholas van Rijn. Van Rijn is, however, far from the modern type of business executive, being a kind of throwback to the merchant venturer of the Dutch Golden Age of the 17th century. If he spends any time in boardrooms or plotting corporate takeovers, the reader remains ignorant of it, since virtually all his appearances are in the wilds of a space frontier.

Beginning in the s, Anderson's historically grounded works were influenced by the theories of the historian John K. Hord, who argued that all empires follow the same broad cyclical pattern — in which the Terran Empire of the Dominic Flandry spy stories fit neatly. The writer Sandra Miesel has argued that Anderson's overarching theme is the struggle against entropy and the heat death of the universe, a condition of perfect uniformity where nothing can happen.

A nonfiction essay that is embedded in There Will Be Time and attributed to the book's fictional protagonist, but seems to reflect Anderson's own views, sharply criticizes the American Left of when it was written for two instances of a double standard: for neglecting to address human rights violations in the Soviet Union and for failing to notice Israel's treatment of the Palestinians.

References to the Israeli-Palestinian Conflict crop up quite frequently in Anderson's fiction, through various analogues and the conflict's past, future, and alternate permutations. Significantly, Anderson's position on the Middle East conflict was considerably more dovish than his stance towards the United States' own wars, such as his the aforementioned support for the military involvement in Vietnam. Consistently, he regarded the conflict as one in which both Israelis and Palestinians have some measure of justice on their side, and Israeli characters often express criticism of their country's policies.

Thus, in the story "Ivory, and Apes, and Peacocks", the Time Patrol's resident agents in the Tyre of King Hiram are a Twentieth Century Israeli couple, who express their wish to help the ancient Tyrians "in order to compensate a bit for what our country is going to do here". The story was written during the Lebanon War of , when Israeli planes bombed the modern Tyre and caused heavy civilian casualties. The aggressive mutants of Dromm in "Inside Straight", who totally subdued their own planet and embarked on interstellar conquest, had started as a persecuted minority.

The Dromman character in the story - who is clearly the villain but is nevertheless depicted with considerable empathy - thinks of his people's history of having been the target of "whipped up xenophobia, pogroms and concentration camps", in one of which his own grandfather died. He also thinks of how angry his people were when an off-world philosopher told them: "Unjust treatment is apt to produce paranoia in the victim.

Your race has outlived its oppressors, but not the reflexes they built into your society. Your canalised nervous system make you incapable of regarding anyone else as anything but a dangerous enemy".

There is in this context a short reappearance of Gunnar Heim, the protagonist of "Star Fox". In the earlier book, Heim personally, as a privateer waging an undeclared war on the Aleriona, forced a reluctant Earth into an all-out war - which Heim felt was needed since the Aleriona were ideologically committed to the universal conquest of everybody else apparently, in this context, the analogue of Communism - though the Aleriona do not resemble Communists in any particular detail.

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