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Chapters (73)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. PART TWO
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. PART THREE
  38. THIRTY-THREE
  39. THIRTY-FOUR
  40. THIRTY-FIVE
  41. THIRTY-SIX
  42. THIRTY-SEVEN
  43. THIRTY-EIGHT
  44. THIRTY-NINE
  45. FORTY
  46. FORTY-ONE
  47. FORTY-TWO
  48. FORTY-THREE
  49. FORTY-FOUR
  50. PART FOUR
  51. FORTY-FIVE
  52. FORTY-SIX
  53. FORTY-SEVEN
  54. FORTY-EIGHT
  55. FORTY-NINE
  56. FIFTY
  57. FIFTY-ONE
  58. FIFTY-TWO
  59. FIFTY-THREE
  60. PART FIVE
  61. FIFTY-FOUR
  62. FIFTY-FIVE
  63. FIFTY-SIX
  64. FIFTY-SEVEN
  65. FIFTY-EIGHT
  66. FIFTY-NINE
  67. SIXTY
  68. SIXTY-ONE
  69. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  70. Keep Reading …
  71. About the Author
  72. Also by Barbara Taylor Bradford
  73. About the Publisher

He himself was descended from the Norsemen, who had sailed from Nordic lands, going around the top of Scotland, down into the Irish Sea. The Vikings in their long ships with carved heads at the fore and aft, heads of beasties and monsters … all that had been aeons ago.

And through all those centuries, the men and women of Ireland had been noted for their fine looks; their colouring had told everyone their true origin. They were also deeply rooted in its Celtic traditions, the Druids they came from, and the history of their ancient island with its multifaceted folklore.

How odd all this was, Patrick suddenly thought, very odd indeed, being able to know a person’s country of birth at a glance. Would he be able to pick out an Englishman? Yes. A Frenchman? Of course. A smile flickered in those deep blue eyes … every man had his origins stamped on him, no two ways about it. And clothes told their own story, even if the face and colouring did not. Every country had its own style of dress.

Patrick’s eyes focused on his nephew once again. He had been pleased to see that Blackie had arrived off the ship looking neatly dressed, not in rags. For a split second, he had been startled by the boy’s height and build, and by those staggering looks.

Shane Patrick Desmond O’Neill, to give him his full name, was one of the handsomest young men he had seen lately. And he looked older than thirteen.

I’m going to have to keep a strong hold on him, Patrick realized unexpectedly. Keep him near me and under my wing. Women will be after him, and women of all ages. A sigh escaped, and Patrick closed his eyes, thinking of his own past and, to be exact, his present. Women. Trouble on two legs. Another sigh escaped: I’ll think about that tomorrow.

SEVEN

It was deep twilight when Patrick and Blackie disembarked from the train in New Station in Leeds. Both of them were glad to stretch their legs and stride out after the long ride on the train.

‘This way, Blackie,’ Patrick said, taking his nephew’s arm, leading him to the left. The boy was gaping, looking up above at the vaulted roof above the cast-iron pillars, trains and noise all around. ‘Once we’re out on the street, it’s only a few seconds away from the tram stop,’ Patrick explained.

‘I’ve never been on a tram,’ Blackie ventured. ‘I can’t wait. Do they go very fast?’

‘No, no, they push along at a medium speed. You’ll enjoy the ride. I know I always do.’