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288 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2000
'Who are you?' he demanded.
'Eliska,' she said. But the words that had been ready for hours — 'I have done only what was needful; I have taken only the least that I needed...' were pre-empted.
'Where are the others?' he asked.
'Not here. I am alone.'
'Are you one of us?' he asked.
She thought with the speed of light; danger made her careful. If he meant to ask did she belong in this house, was she family or servant here, then the question betrayed him. If he needed to ask, he could no more belong here than she did. So she said, 'Yes.' He nodded, and put down his gun on the table.'
'The others won't be long,' he said. 'And they will be hungry.'
'I can cook,' she said. 'But you must help me.'
'I am a partisan and a patriot,' he said. 'Not a cook.'
'Do you eat?' she asked. She found herself quite unafraid of him in spite of the gun.
'Comrade,' he said, swaggering slightly, 'one for all and all for one. From each according to his ability. Don't you remember? And if you can cook...'
'You can chop wood and bring water,' she said. (p.20)
There had indeed been nothing doing between Rachel and Pavel Bansky ... Except that each of them had loved the other in a bleak and dangerous hour. Except that no proper account could ever be given of the life of either of them without mentioning the other. An effect cooler and more durable than love.