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To Gale Towne—
Many years have gone since we were all a clan in Forrest City, and there are
many empty places. But the memory lingers on, and one day we’ll all sit down at
the Master’s table together.
Here’s to all the Gilberts, Gale, and especially you!
CONTENTS
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
PART ONE
March 1938-May 1940
1. The Calling
2. A New World
3. The Strange Guide
4. Living With the Lapps
5. The Church
6. Invasion
PART TWO
September 1935-March 1939
7. A Meeting in Paris
8. The Parting
9. Combat
10. The Net Tightens
11. Is Anyplace Safe?
12. When the Heavens Are Falling
PART THREE
May-October 1940
13. A Salute for Nils
14. Agent in Place
15. A Strange Sort of Nazi
16. A Man’s Strength
17. Meeting at Night
18. Out of the Past
PART FOUR
November-December 1940
19. A Matter of Faith
20. “We’ll Hang Her in the Square”
21. Captured!
22. God Always Has a Plan
23. Dangerous Rendezvous
24. “We’ll Be Together”
About the Author
CHAPTER ONE
The Calling
Lifting its head suddenly and making a quick half-turn, the black-maned lion’s
nostrils swelled as it sniffed the air. It froze, jowls dripping blood from the
wildebeest it had been feeding on, golden eyes glittering in the bright African
sun. Its body was one long coil of hard muscle, a killing machine. As the wind
stirred the long grasses of the veldt, the beast crouched and began advancing
toward a stand of tall grasses fifty yards away.
Mallory Winslow tried to stay absolutely still as she crouched low in the
grass, unarmed and defenseless against one of the largest lions she had ever
seen. The lion padded by noiselessly, like a tawny ghost, so close she could see
the powerful muscles rippling under the hide. She had been close to lions many
times before and had even killed one once, but then she’d had a powerful rifle in
her hands and had been accompanied by her father and two other hunters.
Even so, she was not alone. She glanced at Ubo, the Masai warrior crouched
at her left hand, his ever-present spear in his hand. Just the sight of him gave her
confidence, for he was the pride of the Masai warriors. His spear was his most
precious possession, which he had carefully anointed with animal fat and
polished until it gleamed. Two black ostrich feathers were attached to its tip with
a string of beads.
Mallory felt a touch from Ubo, and she knew he was saying silently, I am
here. Do not be afraid. You are a daughter of the Masai!
The lion froze and stared at them for what seemed a long time. Then suddenly
the lion coughed deep in its chest, turned, and ambled back toward the carcass of
the wildebeest.
Again Mallory felt the touch of Ubo’s hand, and she glanced at him. With his
head he signaled a silent retreat. Mallory followed him for nearly half a mile.
Finally Ubo stopped, planted the butt of his broad-headed spear in the ground,
and turned to the young woman.
“That lion is beautiful,” he said in the Masai tongue.
“Yes, Ubo.”
Mallory studied Ubo’s tall, lithe figure. Masai warriors had been known
throughout their history as absolutely fearless. Visitors to the Masai country
were always impressed by their intelligence and beauty. Ubo stood several
