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Chapters (51)
  1. Cover
  2. Also available by Conor Brady
  3. Dedication
  4. Introduction and Acknowledgements
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46

‘Ireland is a troubled country, Johann,’ Swallow answered. ‘And the countryside is more troubled than the city. A struggle continues between rich landowners and small tenant farmers who want to have the security of ownership of their farms. And the country’s political fate is in the balance. You may know of the Irish parliamentary leader, Charles Stewart Parnell. He is trying to secure Home Rule for Ireland, to give it an independent parliament rather than having it simply represented at Westminster as a region of the United Kingdom.’

Pfaus laughed quietly.

‘That’s an ironic contrast with Germany. Almost twenty years ago the peoples of these states of central Europe united to form the German Empire, centred here in Prussia. Our great statesman Prince Otto Von Bismarck saw that the future lies in unity. And of course, the United States is the great example of strength through unity. How curious that your Mr Parnell sees a future in separateness. So where do you stand on that issue, Joseph?’

‘Policemen are not allowed to take part in politics in my country, Johann,’ Swallow said cautiously. ‘We enforce the law as best we can.’

Pfaus grinned.

‘Ah, yes. It’s the same in Germany. But it doesn’t prevent one having views, does it?’

‘No,’ Swallow admitted. ‘I don’t mind saying that I would like to see Parnell succeed in his objective. Ireland is a different country from England. It has a different culture, a different language, even though I must confess I don’t speak the Irish language. And I believe if Mr Parnell doesn’t succeed, people who are prepared to resort to violence will take over the argument. I’d also like to see the land of Ireland belong to the ordinary farming people, not to landowners who live in another country on the rents they extract from their tenants.’

‘I know that women are not supposed to be involved in political issues,’ Elena said quietly, laying her knife and fork on her plate, ‘but if the Irish are a different race from the English I think it makes perfect sense for them to be allowed to have their own parliament and to own the land their ancestors held.’

‘That is an argument, my dear, that appeals to emotions,’ Pfaus said.

Swallow detected a hint of irritation in his voice.

‘Prince Bismarck’s vision is based on reason, and it has been proven,’ Pfaus went on. ‘There is strength and prosperity in unity. Look at the great advantages that the people of Germany have now compared to how it was in their parents’ day. There is universal education, good hospitals for all, pensions for the elderly, support for the infirm and even legal protections for those who suffer injury in the course of employment.’

Elena shrugged.

‘Yes, I understand that people now are much better off. But there are other things that make people happy too.’