Though snakes scare me Leemut's best friend is an adder, his grandfather's fangs are poison. His sister's a bear's wife. But he's caught between old forest ways and religion and German invaders' new trends. Where's a medieval lad to turn? At best both are stupid at worst dangerous. As Leemut makes his choices casual violence sees the body count rival a 16thC. tragedy. A tall tale with a mythical quality it poses awkward questions for us today.
