A Surfeit of Guns picks up the afternoon of the day after the end of A Season of Knives; P.F. Chisholm gives her protagonist Sir Robert Carey no time to rest. In fact, she sends him off on a night patrol that of course turns out to be eventful, though not in the ways that everyone present expects. Like the first two books about Sir Robert, A Surfeit of Guns gallops at a furious pace, through intrigue, clan alliances, hair-trigger tempers and the ubiquitous corruption of the lands near the border between England and Scotland. In this particular set of escapades, a shipment of guns has come up from the south, a delivery from Queen Elizabeth to the Warden of her borderlands so that he may better keep the peace. Unfortunately, Sir Robert — the Deputy Warden and the only one in those parts to have met the fearsome Queen in person — is away on the aforementioned night patrol when the guns come in. Bad luck for Carey? Or an unusually canny move by the usually somnolent Warden?
It is quite some time before Carey contemplates that question about his sister’s husband, and his nominal superior in the government of the Marches. Or rather, quite a lot happens before Carey contemplates that question, because A Surfeit of Guns, like its predecessors, takes place over a little more than a week, and events come fast and furious. It’s a delight to see Carey put things together, as they start out looking very odd indeed. Who is the mysterious German-speaker that his night patrol encounters? And why is the favorite of the King of Scotland hot on his trail? A lot happens before Carey begins to find the answers to those questions, too, and by that time he is in quite deep.
Deep, too, are the habits of the borders. When the Scottish king’s favorite heads back across with their quarry, Sergeant Dodd points out that it’s very likely another Scottish party will soon follow to scoop up some livestock from the English side and claim that they were part of what the lawful first party had recovered.









