To the rest of the world, this book bears the title Skin, and it is much more apropos.
Born to the skinless, or lost to their families before naming, the unskinned were not claimed by a totem. Their souls were fragmented, unbound to the Singing…The passage from womb to world was only half a birth–the body’s birth. Our souls were born when we were plunged, as babes, into river water, screaming at the cold shock of it, given our name and called to skin…Skin was our greeting, our mother, our ancestors, our land. Nothing existed outside its reach.
Beyond skin there was only darkness. Only chaos.
Because I was without skin I could not be plunged or named. I was half-born, born in body but not in soul. Born to the world but not to the tribe. I could never marry lest skin taboos were unknowingly betrayed. Deer did not marry well to owl. Owl to oak. At Ceremony I had to be silent, and keep to the edges. For where would I stand? What would I chant?
I lived with these losses, but the one that hollowed my chest was that I was not permitted to learn. All learning began and ended with the songs of skin.
Left at the kitchen doorstep the Tribequeen’s dwelling as a babe newborn, cord still attached, Ailia was raised by the Cookmother. Being an orphan without known blood kin, she was skinless, outside the tribe. Without skin she was forbidden to marry and permitted no knowledge. Even something so basic as learning to swim was denied her. And yet, the seeds of Knowledge were within her, fostered by the Mothers and they would not be denied.
In the first century A. D., Cunobelinos, King of the Catuvellauni, began to carve out the beginnings of an empire for himself in southeastern Britannia. Conquering, first the Trinovantes, a tribe allied to Rome. But the king chose his timing well, for the Romans were otherwise occupied following their shocking defeat at Teutoburg Forest. He with his sons and his brother, would continue to expand their influence to Cantii and the Artrebates before his death in about A. D. 40. One of his sons, Caratacos, completed the conquest of the Artrebates, and their king, Verica, fled to Rome, providing the Romans under Claudius just the excuse for which it had been waiting to invade Britannia for the second time. The Romans are no respecters of skin.
Ailia finds herself torn between the two worlds. When her skin is finally revealed, you kind of want to smack yourself because it was rather obvious with clues galore scattered throughout the book.
Skin/Daughter of Albion is a wonderful story about a young woman’s need to belong. Her struggle for knowledge, for love, and for family. Ilka Tampke’s world is richly imagined, drawn from our small knowledge of Druidic doctrine and the traditions of the Aborigines which, somehow, fit together seamlessly. When the sequel comes out, I’ll definitely be reading it.
Rating: 4 out of 5 stars