Chapters (56)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Prologue
- Part One: Autumn 1939
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Part Two: Spring 1940
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Part Three: Summer 1940
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Epilogue
- Historical Note
People said that if the invasion was coming at all, it would be very soon. I was a Daughter of Stone now – so, from up in the lantern room, from first light to twilight, I did what the Daughters of Stone do: I kept watch over our sky and sea. The weeks of summer went by and faded to autumn. There were flames in the sky nearly every day – flames and smoke and explosions and bullets like blazing rain and the furious battling of our planes against theirs. There were days when I watched from dawn, when the sea was still, misty and milky white, through the rolling blue of the morning, to the tufted waves and mackerel skies of midday. I watched the colours of the sea and the sky shifting together, like a beautiful dance of light. I saw all of this, and I thought about my poor lost Pa. I worried about my sister, drifting around the Castle and the clifftops as insubstantial as sea mist – as if the heart had been torn out of her. I thought about my Mutti far away from us, locked up in her internment camp. And I thought about the Rossis, and all the others who had been taken too.
A very sad thing happened to Mr Miller – the elderly German man who had been so kind and hopeful on the day of Mutti’s tribunal.
Despite being classed as Category C enemy aliens, he and his wife were eventually put in an internment camp anyway. Then Mr Miller was separated from his wife and was sent to Canada on a ship called the Arandora Star. The ship was sunk by a German U-boat and he drowned. Over eight hundred people drowned. I can’t say how many of those people were on the side of the Nazis – I expect some of them must have been, but everyone knew that Mr Miller was the sweetest, most harmless old man in the world, and there must have been others like him on the ship too: innocent people. The Millers had come to England for a new life because their home was not safe for them any more. ‘This is a good country,’ Mr Miller had said to my Mutti. ‘A free country. They will see the truth in you.’
Grandpa Joe just shook his head when we heard about the Arandora Star on the wireless. His blue eyes swam with tears.
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