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Five Hundred Years After
Ce deuxième volume d'une trilogie de science-fiction/fantasy
inspirée de celle des Trois mousquetaires
fait suite à The Phoenix
Guards. Il raconte les nouvelles aventures des quatre
héros déjà rencontrés dans le premier
livre (les "500 ans après" ne s'expliquant que
parce que, dans le monde décrit, les hommes vivent quelque
La trilogie se poursuit avec The Viscount of Adrilankha.
En 2020, Steven Brust a publié un autre roman consacré cette fois à un hommage au Comte de Monte-Cristo: The Baron of Magister Valley.
Extrait du chapitre 2 Wich Treats of an Old Friend, And His Conversations with Three Acquaintances from the Past
To those familiar with our earlier history, it should come
as no surprise that the ensign to whom we have just referred
is none other than Khaavren, who has now passed his six hundredth
year - that is to say, he has achieved an age at which the energy
of youth is lost, but is replaced by a calmness that comes with
knowing one's position. In Khaavren's case, his position was
at His Majesty's door - or, rather, at the door of whatever room
His Majesty happened to occupy - and the centuries of waiting
there, and making reports to his superiors, and making campaigns
against enemies of one sort or another, had, to all appearances,
entirely sapped the energy that had been the particular mark
of his youth.
As to appearances, the changes were fewer. The Khaavren of five hundred years before would, upon meeting the Khaavren of this day, have thought he was looking into a glass, were it not for a slight thinning of both face and figure, brought on by constant exercise, and a few faint lines on his forehead, brought on by responsibility - the implacable foe of all lighthearted natures.
Yet he took this responsibility gladly, for it was a mark of his character as it had emerged over centuries that he took great care and pride in carrying out his duties merely because he found he was good at them - that is, he no longer saw the service as a means to glory and accomplishment; rather he now saw it as an end in itself, and as his prospects for tomorrow faded, so did his resolve strengthen to perform to the very best of his ability. Whereas five hundred years before his motto had been, "Let there be no limit to my ambition," now his motto was, "Let my ambition carry me to the limit," which subtle change in emphasis, as we can see, bespeaks worlds of change in character.
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