In the end I skim-read the last 40 pages of The Left Hand of God merely to see whether any of the major characters died in the final battle. Unfortunately, none did. I was proved right about the real-life equivalent of that battle, and I can't believe anyone versed in English history would be amazed at the outcome, no matter how much Hoffman stressed it was unthinkable which side would lose. The only intriguing aspect that arose was that the significance of the title and the religious zealot's interest in the brutal and brutalised main character was finally revealed. I bought the second of the trilogy a long while ago, and in view of that final reveal I might give it a go, but not for some considerable time.
I've also finished Rotherweird by Andrew Caldecott. The further I got into this, the more I enjoyed it. I never properly settled to either the omniscient narration nor the ludicrous names -- though some were revealed to have some vague justification -- and I can't pretend that characterisation was particularly strong or real. But I loved the imagination on display, the feel of the town and countryside, and the history and blending of past and present. It's as much a kind of whodunit detective story as a fantasy, which also appealed. And by way of contrast to the Hoffman, I intend to get and read the just-published sequel very soon.
Meantime, I've changed from fantasy to SF with Land of the Headless by Adam Roberts. It starts intriguingly enough with the beheading of the first-person narrator for adultery, a criminal offence in a society governed by a holy book which is an amalgam of the Bible and Koran. The decapitation isn't, however, fatal since his mind has been downloaded into an apparatus in his spine which now controls his headless body, and further technological devices allow him vision and hearing. I'm not immediately drawn to the narrator, nor to the writing, but I'll persevere with it a little longer.