In contrast to Cinder House, The Summer War is not a classic fairy tale re-told in a more modern idiom but a re-working of fairytale elements, a new story told entirely in the register of a fairy tale. Thus the kingdom that is the setting for a bit more than half of the story is called Prosper. The adored older brother is named Argent, and he shines like the silver that is his namesake, particularly when seen through the eyes of his younger sister Celia. “… Argent, whose mother had been the daughter of an earl, mattered in every way there was. He was Father’s heir and the best knight in the world, so everyone said. Argent was very handsome, too, with black hair that curled and blue-grey eyes, and he’d played with Celia ever since she’d been born. He’d been trained at home, instead of being sent to the king’s circle, and she’d run after him as soon as she could run.” (p. 3) Argent had been well disposed toward Celia, but fundamentally she had not registered, in that way that’s common among older siblings busy clearing a path into the world. Argent also has a burden that he has kept to himself since he was twelve, and his father, Grand Duke Veris, savior of the kingdom and cleverest of warriors, had shown him what happened to men who loved other men.
“I remember them begging you for mercy. You didn’t give it. You ordered them caned on the spot, right there in the court. I remember every blow, the screaming. And afterwards, you stripped them of their names, to spare their families the shame of them. And you ordered them taken to the border of your lands and thrown out, never to return, on pain of death.” …
“I was only twelve,” Argent went in. “I barely even knew, yet. I didn’t understand what you were trying to do. All I understood was that there was something wrong with me, the same thing that was wrong with them, and you were showing me what it meant. What you had to do about it. And I didn’t see anything I could to stop being wrong, because I hadn’t done anything to start. So afterwards, I was only waiting for you to come and take me, to do the same.” …
“I was so terrified,” Argent was saying, with an odd sound of wonder in his voice, as if he couldn’t believe the scale of his own fear even now. “Nothing has ever frightened me since. Everyone calls me brave, but it’s only that nothing else comes close enough to that fear. I lived with it for three days and three nights, waiting, until I couldn’t bear it any longer.” (pp. 8–9)
Argent tried to kill himself by taking nightshade. Celia has been eavesdropping on what Argent has returned from the Summer Wars to tell their father. “Yes, Celia wanted to whisper. Yes, I remember. It was a vague, half-forgotten terror in her mind: the time when Argent had almost died. She’d been five years old, and she’d already loved him more than anyone else in the world.” (p. 9) He was uppermost in her mind, but not vice versa. And so it is in the encounter between Argent and their father; Argent has planned the confrontation for a large part of his young life, and probably never once thought about how it would affect Celia. Having reminded his father of the past, Argent renounces his name and returns the sword that his father gave him. “And I will go now, away beyond the border of your lands, and never return again.” (p. 11)









