In the Mouth of the Wolf. Michael Morpurgo

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      First published in Great Britain 2018

      by Egmont UK Limited

      The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN

      Text copyright © 2018 Michael Morpurgo

      Illustrations copyright © 2018 Barroux

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      Two images of Christine Granville here © The Estate of William Stanley Moss

      First e-book edition 2018

      ISBN 978 1 4052 8526 1

      Ebook ISBN 978 1 4052 9273 3

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      For Nan and Francis,

      Niki, Jay, Christine and Paul.

      And Kia.

      In memory of Yves Barroux.

      For Marie-Thérèse and Sophie-Laure.

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

SANDPIT DAYS

A STAR IN THE MAKING

       EAT NO MORE CABBAGE

       MUD AND MADNESS

       ROGER, TERRORISTE. 2,000,000 FRANCS

       IN THE MOUTH OF THE WOLF

       ALMOST THE END

       AUTHOR’S NOTE

       ILLUSTRATOR’S NOTE

       LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

      They gave me such a jolly party today. Everyone from the village came.

      Ninety years old, I am. I’m walking a bit stooped these days, and my knees and hips are more rickety than they should be, but I can walk up into the village, and I still like a good meal, and a glass of good red wine – I had plenty of that this evening. Sleep does not come so easily as it did, but I mustn’t grumble. I have my memories, and friends all around me, and family too, those who are still alive. What more could an old man want? A better memory would be good. I’m fine with faces and places. It’s the years that get muddled, jumbled up. I spend my time trying to unjumble them.

      The village mayor made a generous speech, and said how honoured they were to have Monsieur le Colonel Francis Cammaerts – such a great man, and such a great friend to the people of Le Pouget, and of France – living here in their little French village, and his family too. The school children stood in the courtyard, with their Union Jack and Tricolour flags, and sang ‘Sur le Pont d’Avignon’ and ‘London Bridge is Falling Down’ as well, and everyone clapped and sang ‘Happy Birthday to You’, in English and in French.

      A little girl stepped forward to present me with some flowers. Red, white and almost-blue irises. Lovely. The mayor said she was the newest girl in the school, that she had recently come from Punjab to live in the village. She spoke with quiet dignity, and in good French. ‘I am Jupjaapun Kaur. From all the children in Le Pouget I wish you a most happy birthday.’ I repeated her name again and again to be sure I was pronouncing it right.

      She smiled at me, and told me that Kaur means princess. The flowers, she said, came from her garden.

      I was so glad at that moment that we’d come back to live in France, but sad that not all of us were here, that Nan and our Christine were not with us. Several others too. I miss them more today than ever. But I have Paul, and I have Niki. And Jay.

      A wonderful son and two dear daughters, and little Kia, who is no longer little СКАЧАТЬ