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Chapters (56)
  1. Cover
  2. RITA BRADSHAW
  3. Acknowledgements
  4. Prologue
  5. PART ONE
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. PART TWO
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. PART THREE
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. PART FOUR
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. Chapter Twenty-Three
  32. Chapter Twenty-Four
  33. Chapter Twenty-Five
  34. PART FIVE
  35. Chapter Twenty-Six
  36. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  37. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  38. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  39. PART SIX
  40. Chapter Thirty
  41. Chapter Thirty-One
  42. Chapter Thirty-Two
  43. Chapter Thirty-Three
  44. Chapter Thirty-Four
  45. Epilogue
  46. Dancing in the Moonlight
  47. Beyond the Veil of Tears
  48. The Colours of Love
  49. Snowflakes in the Wind
  50. A Winter Love Song
  51. Beneath a Frosty Moon
  52. One Snowy Night
  53. The Storm Child
  54. The People’s Friend
  55. The Winter Rose
  56. By Rita Bradshaw

‘It just shows, doesn’t it, ma’am, that them German soldiers are no different to our lads at heart,’ Jinny said when she and Rose were discussing the incident, a baby each on their knees as they undressed the twins ready for their evening bathtime. ‘Me da says it’s them few at the top like the Kaiser and his cronies who make the wars and it’s ordinary men and lads on both sides who have to fight each other.’

‘I think your father is right, Jinny.’

‘Me da reckons the Kaiser has a few surprises for us up his sleeve. What do you think, ma’am?’

‘I hope he’s mistaken.’ Rose cuddled little James’s naked warm body into her, kissing the top of his downy head. Once the Kaiser and all these men of war had been small infants, innocent and dependent on others. What happened in a man’s mind to turn him into a creature intent on violence and domination? What had happened in Nathaniel’s? In spite of herself she always was on tenterhooks once darkness fell and she wasn’t sleeping well, even though William’s men were outside. She had spoken to them once when they were sitting hunched over the brazier in a sheltered spot near the stables, and they had assured her that no one would get past them.

‘We can hear a deer breathing at a hundred yards,’ one of them had said cheerfully, his gnarled hands stretched out over the coals. ‘Years of watching for poachers, see, ma’am? It sharpens all your senses, does gamekeeping. Whoever this bloke is, he won’t get the better of us.’ He’d adjusted the shotgun at his feet. ‘You sleep easy, ma’am, you and the bairns.’

She had appreciated their sentiments but they thought they were just dealing with a vandal or thief, or someone with a grudge against William, because that was what her father-in-law had told them. Nathaniel was different, he wasn’t normal. She knew William had employed someone, a private investigator, to find out where Nathaniel was living, but even if they found him and, as her father-in-law had put it, put the fear of God in him, she had no hope that that would be the end of the matter.