From TOR.com ~ January 14, 2019

The title of Voorloper keeps tripping me up. The word refers to an itinerant human trader on the planet Voor, but I keep reverting to the conviction that it’s an ungainly alien creature à la the bog lopers of the Witch World. It’s disconcerting, especially since the edition of the novel that I have is lavishly illustrated in the style of the late 1970s. Dad has a porn ’stache, kid and girl have Peter Max-style faces and hair, and everybody’s wearing elaborate embroidered Russian-style jackets.

There certainly are inimical aliens in the book, but they’re truly alien and physically insubstantial. The humans refer to them as Shadows. There are no known intelligent species on the planet, and nothing humanoid. It’s open for colonization under the rules of the Forerunner universe, which disallow colonies (but allow trading posts) on inhabited worlds.

Once I get past the title, I’m looking at another middling decent Norton adventure, with her patented headlong pacing, plucky male protagonist, and ancient alien ruins. Here we also have a conveniently fridged mother, a father who is actually alive and raising his kid as the story begins, a girl of peculiar provenance and mysterious powers, and a quest for whatever killed the protagonist’s mother and the girl’s parents.

Protagonist of the week is Bart s’Lorn, and his female foil is the healer Illo. Both are survivors of a massacre: The Shadows obliterated their towns and left only a tiny handful of humans alive. Neither has any memory of what happened.

Bart’s father has dedicated his life to investigating the killings, but he’s never found answers, only more questions. When he dies in the aftermath of a violent storm, he bequeaths his quest to his son. Illo is on the same quest, and has attached herself to them; Bart is not happy about this, but he can’t renege on an agreement.

Bart has interesting biases. He spends a great deal of time in denial about Illo’s powers as a healer. He does not believe in telepathy, or esper as it’s called in Norton’s universe. He rationalizes everything he can’t explain. He’s a religious agnostic, too, though he says his father is a “believer” in something more or less divine.

At the same time, he keeps showing evidence of some form of telepathic ability, and Illo frequently acts or speaks as if she can read his mind. Her “healing” has extra dimensions beyond pills and bandages and potions. She can read objects psychically, which is called psychometry—Norton seems to have believed in it and possibly practiced it, or at least seen it practiced—and she picks up thoughts and emotions from humans and nonhumans around her. But Bart persists in trying to explain it away.

The plot is standard Norton. Father and son trader duo on colony planet travel around from settlement to settlement, hauling a wagon loaded with cargo. Illo joins them because they’re going her way. Storm throws huge wrench in works, destroys wagon, kills father. Bart and Illo carry on with three of the native animals who pulled the wagon—the rest are lost in the storm.

Their goal after the storm is first to fulfill the father’s last request, which is for his body to be taken to the town where his wife died in the Shadow massacre, then to finally get an answer to the question of what the Shadows are. They’re pulled along by forces outside themselves: The storm to start with, and then a necklet of strange blue-green metal that attaches itself to Bart and can’t be removed. They brave the Tangle, a wall of furiously hostile planet life that is immune to blaster fire but turns out to be susceptible to stunners—Illo’s idea, and it just so conveniently happens that Bart has a large supply of ammunition.

Once they’ve shot their way through the Tangle, they discover Forerunner ruins. Those naturally are underground. It’s seldom a Norton novel without a lengthy subterranean adventure.

The answer is down there, and so is a vast complex of gardens, reminiscent of the habitat caves in the Beast Master books. But these don’t contain anything resembling Terran flora. They’re distinctly hostile and profoundly alien.

They’re also the remnants of an unimaginably ancient war. When humans colonized the supposedly deserted planet, they triggered alarms that led to the destruction of nearby settlements. Bart and Illo manage to fight their way through the alien defenses and reach the heart of the ruins, where they discover a trap laid for the Shadows by their original adversaries.

The two humans spring the trap and bring the war to its final and explosive end. Then, having fulfilled his quest and made Voor safe for humans, Bart dances off into the sunset with Illo, all proud and happy to be a Voorloper.

Amid the familiar Norton tropes, there’s one unusual element. Animal companions are a staple of Norton novels, and are usually her best characters. The companions here, the gars, are a little something different.

Most Norton animal companions are on the small side. They’re cats or occasionally canids of various species, or alien creatures who are generally about the size of domestic cats or ferrets, or if they’re winged, they tend to be hawk- or eagle-sized. They’re never really big, and they’re not beasts of burden. Those are mostly just there.

Except here. The gars are basically three-horned yaks or large hairy oxen. They mate for life, which is distinctly not a characteristic of Terran livestock. And they’re highly intelligent.

Just how intelligent, Bart really starts to wonder. The big bull especially shows clear signs of being able to think and reason, and he responds to human speech. He may be telepathic, but Bart is too deep in denial about that to be a reliable judge. He and his mate and offspring actively help the humans, protect and guide them, and play a role in getting them into the ruins and ending the ancient war.

The gars are the best thing about Voorloper. I’m naturally inclined toward large herbivorous animal companions anyway, and the idea of intelligent alien oxen is just fun. Not to mention highly useful: They can pull your heavy wagon, protect you against big mean alien monsters, open alien gates that have been stuck shut, and forage for themselves in open country. Plus gars seem to have extremely low nutritional requirements for their size, since they’re able to subsist on human emergency rations while underground.

Gars are an excellent invention. I would not mind one in my barn at all (or two, since they seem to come in pairs).

In my next round of rereads I’m shifting to a different part of the Norton canon, children’s fantasy. I’ll be rereading the Magic books, beginning with Steel Magic. I enjoyed those when I first read them, and I’m looking forward to revisiting them.