in the car, lad. The cook sends her compliments!
a - he drive through the hot busy streets was conducted at walking pace as the Turks did not believe anything could go faster than a camel, and made no attempt to clear a path for the little Austin. Even with all the windows open Wladek was sweating from the oppressive heat while Mr. Pren - dergast remained quite cool and unperturbed. Wladek hid himself in the back of the car for fear that someone who had witnessed the previous day's events might recognise him and stir the mob to anger again. When the little black Austin came to a halt outside a small decaying building marked 'Konsulat Polski', Wladek felt a twinge of excitement mingled with disappointment.
The three of them climbed out.
"Where's the apple core, boy?' demanded the corporaL.
'I eat him.'
The corporal laughed and knocked on the door. A friendly~looking little man with dark hair and firm jaw opened the door to them. He was in shirt slee - ~es and deeply tanned, obviously by the Turkish sun. He addressed them in Polish. His words were the first Wladek had heard in his native tongue since leaving the labour camp. Wladek answered quickly, explaining his presence. His fellow countryman turned to the British second consul.
'This way, Mr. Prendergast,' he said in perfect English. 'It was good of you to bring the boy over personally!
A few diplomatic niceties were exchanged before Prendergast and the corporal took their leave. Wladek gazed at them, fumbling for an English expression more adequate than 'Thank you.'
Prendergast patted Wladek on the head as he might a cocker spaniel. The corporal closed the door, and winked at Wladek. ~Good luck, my lad; God knows you deserve iL'
The Polish consul introduced himself to Wladek as Pawel Zaleski. Again Wladek was required to recount the story of his life, finding it easier in Polish than he had in English. Pawel Zaleski heard him out in silence, shaking his head sorrowfully.
'My poor child,' he said heavily. Tou have borne more than your share of our country's suffering for one so young. And now what are we to do with you?'
'I must return to Poland and reclaim my castle,' said 'Wladek.
'Poland,' said Pawel ZaleskL "Wheres that? The area of land where you lived remains in dispute and there is still heavy fighting going on between the Poles and the Russians. General Piludski is doing all he can to protect the territorial integrity of our fatherland. But it would be foolish for any of us to be optirnistic. There is little left for you now in Poland. No, your best plan would be to start a new life in England or America.'
'But I dor~t want to go to England or America. I am Polish!
'You will always be Polish, Wladek, no one can take that away from you wherever you decided to settle, but you must be realistic about your life - which hasn't even begun.'
Wladek lowered his head in despair. Had he gone through all this only to be told he could never return to his native land? He fought back the tears.
Pawel Zaleski put his arm round the boy's shoulders. 'Never forget that you are one of the lucky ones who escaped and came out of the holocaust alive. You only have to remember your friend, Doctor Dubien, to be aware of what life might have been like.'
Wladek dichi't speak.
'Now, you must put all thoughts of the past behind you and think only for the future, Wladek, and perhaps in your lifetime you will see Poland rise again, which is more than I dare hope for.'
Wladek remained silent.
'Well, there's no need to make an immediate decision,' said the consul kindly. 'You can stay here for as long as it takes you to decide on your future.'
The future was something that was worrying Anne. The first few months of her marriage were happy, marred only by her anxiety over William's increasing dislike of Henry, and her new husband's seeming inability to start working. Henry was a little touchy on the point, explaining to Anne that he was still disorientated by the war and that he wasn't willing to rush into something he might well have to stick with for the rest of his life. She found this hard to swallow and finally it brought on their first row.
'I don't understand why you haven't opened that real estate business you used to be so keen on, Henry!
'I can't. The time isn't quite right. The