Leon Uris
Authors: Redemption
Tags: #Europe, #Ireland, #Literary Collections, #Historical Fiction, #Fiction, #Romance, #Sagas, #Historical, #Australian & Oceanian, #New Zealand, #General, #New Zealand Fiction, #History
For Rachael and Conor Uris
with love from Daddy
Redemption
Rory Larkin:
Liam’s wild son. Haunted by a dark family secret and the death of his reckless uncle Conor, he hungers for the freedom and bravery he revealed to the world.
Atty Fitzpatrick:
Conor’s last love. Born an aristocrat, she had become a member of the illegal brotherhood that will stop at nothing to achieve their aims.
Countess Caroline Weed Hubble:
A wealthy beautiful Anglo industrialist who still loves the martyred Conor. She will use her influence wherever she can, even in the most dangerous gambit of the struggle.
Together these three will offer their lives to give Ireland the freedom she deserves.
1 If the earth were flat, New Zealand would have fallen…
2 Well, Conor’s cable changed the manner of doing…
3 The benevolence of Squire Larkin grew along with his acres.
4 Liam afforded himself a quick glance at their distraught faces…
5 As Liam went up to the hills, so Rory headed…
6 Rory found himself wandering past the docks and along the…
7 Liam unglued his eyes to an unlikely tattoo of sun…
8 Rory awakened to instant remembrance. As he connected the threads…
9 The door on the tenant’s cottage had been posted with…
10 “The dray is all loaded, Mr. Lambe,” Conor said.
11 I recall my introduction to Ireland with utter clarity. I…
12 A lesser girl than Atty would have taken Jack Murphy’s…
13 Lord Randolph Churchill had come. The Long Hall of Hubble…
14 Lady Atty Brooke Royce-Moore, the Baroness of Lough Clara, burst…
15 On the third day of this fine month in 1873…
16 Dublin was a he-man’s world, new pubs…
17 As there were legendary people in Derry and Donegal and…
18 The Londonderry Guildhall, a Neo-Gothic frosted cake of a…
19 Conor Larkin had gained the fine measure of success that…
20 “To hell!” Caroline cried, crumpling Andrew Ingram’…
21 Hands on her hips, Caroline stood before the great screen…
22 Tomas Larkin accepted the fates, one after the other.
23 The referee’s whistle sounded the end of the…
24 The restoration now took an entirely different orientation. It was…
25 Strange, high-strung days and restless nights followed the completion…
26 In full pregnancy Atty Fitzpatrick was as close to depicting…
27 When Conor Larkin first came down to Deny from his…
28 What force, what combination offerees, could generate enough power to…
29 Conor Larkin slid shut the door of the wheelhouse behind…
30 One night Conor announced to Liam and Millie that he…
Part Three: Dweller on the Threshold
32 If Atty was doing a play, the Wednesday matinee left…
34 By the time I renounced the Conservative Party I had…
36 The gunrunning scheme moved along flawlessly, recording trip after trip…
37 For the greatest occasion of her life Brigid Larkin was…
38 The mighty chapel of St. Patrick’s in Maynooth…
39 The big night had come and gone for Seamus O…
40
Rat-a-tat-tat-tattat-tattat!
…
41 The gunrunning scheme plodded on, a few hundred rifles at…
42 Atty recognized Shelley MacLeod the instant she stepped from the…
43 “Free Conor Larkin! Free Conor Larkin!”…
44 The house descended into a sadness, yet with a feeling…
45 Jeremy was always called to the opulent manor library to…
46 Frederick Weed was at his draftsman’s table on…
47 The arrangement Maxwell Swan had proposed to Molly O’…
What was plain to see was plain to see; namely…
Dunleer, the landed estate of the Baron Louis de Lacy…
’Twas a beautiful spring day in County Galway. In…
Part Four: That Wild Colonial Boy
48 Rory Larkin had confused himself grandly. When one contemplates the…
49 Caroline’s departure from Hubble Manor had been preceded…
50 I have reached the first major crisis of my career…
51 Predictions of Sir Frederick Weed’s early demise failed…
52 Caroline’s London office desk was neither slapdash with…
53 Wally Ferguson halted his fist in midair, gulped uneasily, then…
54 Johnny Tarbox was an upscale artful dodger whose reputation for…
55 With the onset of hostilities in Europe, Brigadier Llewelyn Brodhead…
56 Convoys of various sizes and shapes began to form into…
57 I am unflinchingly prepared to present my “grand strategy…
58
Shunk-rooomshunk…shunk-rooomshunk…shunk-rooomshunk…
59 As the Anzac convoy sweltered northward toward the Red Sea…
60 The mail boat made a welcome round of the convoy at…
61 The sudden eruption of the Anzacs from their entombment on…
62 Rory came to attention before a long table covered by…
63 After several individual forays into Cairo, Serjeant Major Tarbox and…
64 There was no aspect of soldiering minuscule enough to be…
65 Rory had been emotionally wracked since learning that Lieutenant Jeremy…
66
The Golden Mule Rule: Love Thy Mule As Thyself…
67 Despite the flood of warriors into Cairo, Sonya Kulkarian’…
69 “Why must we have two paddocks?” Modi asked…
71 “Let me have the notes, Eddie,” Churchill directed…
72 Sonya called to her girls to round up the squad’s…
73 Jeremy shaved very carefully around assorted nicks, cuts, scrapes, and…
74
To First Lord of the Admiralty Winston Churchill from Admiral HH
…
The Second Interlude: Gallipoli
Among the precious gifts my beloved uncle, Conor Larkin, bestowed…
I learned that some officers submerged while other officers and…
I actually enjoyed my hangover. We had given Subaltern Yurlob…
Major Christopher Hubble was happier than a hog wallowing in…
Prelude: A Retrospective on the Easter Rising Of 1916
Part Five: Sir Roger Casement is in the Tower of London
75 Rory was welcomed into Dublin Castle in a manner fit…
76 “Lieutenant Landers, you’re most welcome!”
77 “Sixmilecross! Sixmilecross!”
78 A small phalanx of guards briskly entered the dining room…
79 Father Dary crossed the Gratton Bridge over the river Liffey…
80 “Rachael, when you touch me like that I think…
81 Ireland, as an island, has ninety-four corners to it where…
82 Caroline Hubble never came down from her bedroom without looking…
83 When the Tara Street Railroad Station was planned and built…
84 In that it was wartime, the southern part of Ireland…
85 The sliding section of the roof opened.…
86 Father Dary Larkin and Rachael Fitzpatrick walked a quay of…
87 Roger Casement was an off-horse in the republican movement. His…
88 Squire Liam Larkin stepped outside the Prince of Wales Hotel…
89 Sir Llewelyn checked the gear in at the rear of…
90 “My dear, dear, dear Caroline,” Churchill said, leaping…
91 Weather seems to be the one thing everyone has in…
Special thanks to my research associate
Jeanne Sillay Jacobson
and to my special assistant
Jeanne Randall
It is apparent to me as I approach adulthood that I am destined to make a memorable impact on the political life of Great Britain. I must display sufficient qualities to assure England’s subjects that I have the passion and courage for leadership.
Conversely, I must not appear too vain. Since my appetite as a writer is no less voracious than my will to ascend to power I shall keep copious notes.
Obviously, some of these notes must be secret and for my eyes alone. If one says what he is really thinking at all times he could advance no further in the rough and tumble of politics than a custodian in the House of Commons.
Therefore,
The Secret Files of Winston Churchill
shall remain under lock and key, for my eyes only, to remain unseen by friend and foe alike.
I have provided in my Will that upon my (untimely) death
The Secret Files of Winston Churchill
be held in Trust by His Majesty’s National Archives until the year A.D. 2050.
At that time, when I am safely (and one would hope) ensconced among my countrymen of bygone centuries, the historians and academics may unseal these files and, perhaps, come in for a shock or two.
Winston S. Churchill
