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Chapters (56)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Prologue
  4. Part One: Autumn 1939
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Part Two: Spring 1940
  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. Part Three: Summer 1940
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Chapter 48
  55. Epilogue
  56. 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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