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Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. The Brave Daughters
  3. Dedication page
  4. Family Tree
  5. PART ONE
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. CHAPTER TWO
  8. CHAPTER THREE
  9. PART TWO
  10. CHAPTER FOUR
  11. CHAPTER FIVE
  12. CHAPTER SIX
  13. PART THREE
  14. CHAPTER SEVEN
  15. CHAPTER EIGHT
  16. CHAPTER NINE
  17. CHAPTER TEN
  18. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  19. CHAPTER TWELVE
  20. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  22. PART FOUR
  23. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  24. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  25. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  26. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  27. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  30. PART FIVE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  39. EPILOGUE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  42. Letter to Readers
  43. Acknowledgements
  44. The Brave Daughters
  45. By Mary Wood

‘Cyrus, at this moment, as never before, I’m glad that dear Rowena has gone to heaven, where she is safe. She couldn’t have trudged miles in the dark, and if we are caught, she would have had to face so much, because of being Jamaican. From what I have read and heard about this Nazi regime, only Aryans are really acceptable to them.’

‘Yes, Rowena’s happy and safe, darling. I know it has been difficult for you, these last months since she died, but now you can be happy for her.’

By the time they met up with a man and woman, whom Paulo introduced to them to as Mona and Philippe, dawn was breaking. The sky looked beautiful, streaked with vivid reds and dark shadowy blues, watched over by a pale moon that was being hidden by the tops of the mountains. Outlined against the last brightness that the moon gave, the trees stood, black and majestic. Ella’s thoughts were that such stunning beauty had no right to be the backdrop to her misery, and yet the scene was full of hope of a new day dawning, and she prayed that such a day would bring hope to her once more.

‘We have to leave you here.’ Paulo’s voice shook with emotion. He had long since taken Lonia from Arnie and was holding onto his little sister as if for the last time. Ella felt her world shatter. To say goodbye to her beloved husband and son was tearing her to shreds.

Memories assailed her, as Paulo – her beloved late-husband – came to mind. How proud he would be of their wonderful son, his namesake, who was showing the same bravery fighting this war as his father had shown, when he’d fought his war. Paulo would be saying, ‘Be brave, mon amour. Give your husband and our son a smile as you send them off to their destiny.’

And that’s what she would do, for Lonia’s sake and theirs. ‘Well, my darlings, though my heart is breaking, let us part with a smile for each other, and for Lonia to remember. Think of us when you carry out all that you have to, and let our memory – and our need for you to return to us and take care of us – make you take greater care of yourselves in your actions and decisions. We will pray for you every day.’