Secrets of the Frontline Nurses

by Holly Green

  ‘It will come again,’ Leo said firmly. ‘Talent like yours has to be recognised eventually. But what are you going to do about your father … ?’

  Beavis came in. ‘Excuse me, madam. Cook wants to know whether you feel you can eat a little dinner.’

  Leo looked at Tom. ‘Have you eaten, Tom?’

  ‘No, I haven’t, as it happens.’

  ‘I’ve had no appetite, but tonight I think I could eat something. Ask Cook if she can mange dinner for two, Beavis.’

  He smiled gravely and Tom saw relief in his face. ‘I’m sure she can, madam.’

  ‘And make up a room for Lieutenant Devenish, please. You will stay the night, Tom?’

  ‘To the scandal of the neighbourhood?’ he queried, with a grin.

  ‘Who cares? After all, as you reminded me, we are engaged.’

  At breakfast next day, Tom was pleased to see Leo fully dressed and with a little more colour in her cheeks. As he passed him in the hall, Beavis murmured, ‘If I may say so, sir, it’s a great comfort to Cook and myself to see you here. Miss Leonora has been so down, so unlike herself, that we’ve been very worried. Nothing seemed to cheer her. But your arrival has really perked her up.’

  As they ate Tom asked, ‘Are you all on your own, Leo? Aren’t there any friends who could keep you company?’

  ‘Oh yes,’ she replied. ‘Victoria is in London. Poor girl! She’s had a bad time, too. Her lorry overturned and left her trapped under it in a ditch full of freezing water. She’s had a broken leg and double pneumonia. She’s getting over it, but it’s been a long haul and she’s been pretty fed up. We’ve been sharing our misery!’

  ‘Well, perhaps you can start to share your recovery now,’ Tom suggested.

  Leo gave him a bleak look. ‘Easier said than done, old chap. But don’t you worry about me. You’ve got your own problems to sort out. Are you going home today?’

  ‘I must. I’d much rather stay here with you, but something has to be done about Denham. Though God knows what!’

  When Tom descended from the trap outside his front door an hour or two later it was immediately flung open by Lowndes, grey-faced and wild haired.

  ‘Oh, Mr Tom! Thank God you’re here! Terrible news! Terrible!’

  ‘What? What’s happened? Pull yourself together, man. What’s wrong?’

  ‘It’s Sir George, sir … your father. He’s dead.’

  ‘Dead? How? When?’

  ‘A policeman called an hour ago, sir. He’s in the morning room, with Mr Standing. I sent word to Mr Standing, sir, in your absence. I didn’t know what else to do. Her ladyship has shut herself in her room and refuses to speak to anyone.’

  Tom strode past the butler and into the morning room. Standing and a man in the uniform of a police inspector rose to their feet as he entered.

  ‘What’s going on?’ Tom demanded. ‘What has happened?’

  ‘It’s your father, sir,’ the inspector said. ‘The servants at his club found him in his room this morning. He had put the barrel of his revolver into his mouth and pulled the trigger.’

  Chapter 11

  Leo threw the newspaper aside and wandered restlessly to the window. Outside the leaves on the trees drooped, parched and dusty in the heat of June. She turned as the door of the room opened and Beavis announced, ‘Miss Langford, ma’am.’

  Victoria entered, leaning on a walking stick. ‘Phew!’ she said, pulling off her hat. ‘It’s scorching out. What have you been doing with yourself?’

  ‘Not much,’ Leo answered morosely.

  ‘What is it?’ Victoria asked. She propped the stick against a chair and limped over to Leo. ‘You look a bit down. Has something happened?’

  ‘Have you seen the papers today?’

  ‘Only to glance at. Why?’

  ‘General Serrail’s forces have called off their attempt to break out of the Salonika salient.’ Leo shook her head wearily. ‘When we read that there was a new campaign I felt sure that this time they would succeed and before long they would be marching into Serbia. But now it seems we’re back where we started.’

  ‘But Bitola is still holding out?’

  ‘By the skin of their teeth, yes. But that doesn’t help. Lavci is still in Bulgarian hands.’ She put both hands to her temples. ‘I can’t bear it, Vita! I’m going mad here, thinking about my baby in the middle of all that destruction.’

  ‘It may not be as bad as you imagine,’ Victoria said. ‘After all, if the Bulgars are in control they won’t be shelling the village and if our people have called off the attack they won’t, either.’

  ‘But that just means a stalemate, and I’m no nearer being able to go and find her.’

  ‘I know it’s hard,’ Victoria said gently, ‘but you must just try to be patient. The war can’t go on much longer and as soon as it’s over you will be able to go and collect her.’

  ‘And meanwhile she’s learning to call a Serbian peasant woman mother!’ Leo responded passionately.

  ‘Leo, she’s not six months old yet. She won’t be calling anyone mother for a long time yet.’

  ‘But she will think of that other woman as her mother. When I finally get to her she won’t know me.’ Leo sank down onto the sofa and put her head in her hands.

  She was surprised by the sudden harshness in Victoria’s voice. ‘For goodness sake, Leo! Pull yourself together! You’re not the only woman in the world to have lost a child, you know. And at least yours is still alive, as far as you know.’

  Leo looked up but Victoria’s back was turned. She swallowed and wiped her eyes. ‘Yes, you’re right. I must stop feeling sorry for myself.’

  Victoria swung round and sat beside her and Leo saw that her eyes were damp, too. ‘No, that was unkind of me. I’m sorry. I can just about imagine what you’re going through. But small children forget very quickly, don’t they? Once Alexandra’s back here she’ll soon forget she was ever with that other family.’

  Leo jumped up again and paced back to the window. Then she turned to face her friend. ‘I’m going back to Salonika.’

  ‘Leo, you can’t!’ Victoria came to her. ‘My dear, you must be sensible! You are not strong enough to withstand the journey. And what would you do if you got there? Sit around, waiting for something to happen? Or start nursing again?’

  ‘Nurse, I suppose.’

  ‘But remember what you told me about conditions out there. Malaria, typhus – and now this new Spanish flu they keep talking about. If you caught something like that you would probably die – and then what would happen to your poor little girl?’

  ‘I suppose she’d grow up as a Serbian peasant and never know the difference,’ Leo said despondently.

  ‘I wonder. It’s quite possible that the woman who is looking after her will try to be honest with her, and tell her that she isn’t her daughter. She might grow up expecting a lady to come and take her back to a wonderful life in England. And if you go and get yourself killed it will never happen.’

  Leo gazed at her in horror. ‘Vita, that’s a terrible thought!’

  ‘So it’s important for you to be sensible and stay here until it’s safe for you to go back,’ Victoria concluded.

  Leo returned to the sofa and sank down. ‘You’re right, of course. But it’s hard, Vita. I’m not used to sitting around waiting.’

  ‘I know.’ Victoria patted her arm. ‘I do understand. But try to be patient. Who knows? By the end of the summer it could all be over.’

  Leo looked at her and felt a surge of gratitude. ‘I’m so glad you’re here, Vita. I know it’s an awful thing to say, considering what you had to go through, but your accident has been a blessing in disguise for me.’

  Victoria grinned ruefully. ‘Well, I didn’t see it quite that way at the time. But as things have turned out it was all for the best. I should hate to think of you all on your own here, while I was in France.’

  ‘That’s what I mean. I don’t know how I’d have got through these last months without you to
turn to.’ Leo put her arm round Victoria’s neck. ‘You’ve been such a good friend to me, for all these years.’

  ‘Well, it’s mutual.’ Victoria blushed and detached herself and Leo let her go. She knew from long experience that her friend was not given to emotional demonstrations.

  The thought released her temporarily from the constant, unremitting cycle of anxiety and frustration that occupied most of her waking moments and reminded her of something else.

  ‘I had a letter from Luke this morning.’

  ‘Oh yes?’ Victoria’s tone was one of studied neutrality. ‘I rather thought you had lost touch with him.’

  ‘So did I, until today. One or two of his letters caught up with me in Corfu, telling me about the terrible conditions on Gallipoli and then that he’d been wounded and evacuated to Egypt. But when I moved on to Salonika I suppose we lost contact again, and of course there was no way of getting letters in or out of Bitola, so I thought he’d given up and stopped writing. But then this arrived today, to say he’s in France.’

  ‘In France? His wound can’t have been too severe, then.’

  ‘Well, I think it was pretty bad at the time. He nearly lost his leg. But now it’s all healed and he’s been redeployed to the Western Front.’

  ‘Poor man!’

  ‘Yes.’ Leo paused, uncertain whether to reveal the next piece of information. ‘That’s not the only bit of news.’

  ‘Oh?’

  ‘He’s married.’

  ‘Married?’ Victoria’s face expressed nothing beyond polite interest. ‘To a local girl, I suppose.’

  ‘No. You’ll never guess who.’

  ‘It can’t be anyone we know, surely.’

  ‘Do you remember Sophie?’

  ‘Sophie? The little Serbian nurse at Adrianople? But I thought she was in love with that Greek doctor.’

  ‘Iannis. Yes, she was, and apparently they did marry. According to Luke’s letter, he bumped into Sophie when he was on Gallipoli. He doesn’t make it clear what he was doing but I get the impression it was some kind of clandestine operation. Anyway, he found out that Iannis had been shot by the Turks as a spy and Sophie was left with a small child, a boy—’ Leo referred to the letter ‘—Anton, that’s it. She was obviously in a dangerous situation so Luke managed to get her back to our lines and she volunteered to help on one of the hospital ships. Then, when he was wounded, she nursed him. He reckons he owes her his life. Anyway, she couldn’t go back to Macedonia so Luke decided she ought to come to New Zealand with him, but the only way he could get permission to take her back was if they were married.’

  ‘A marriage of convenience, then,’ Victoria said, a little too quickly.

  ‘Well, at first. But this is what he writes … Yes, here … . Of course it was only a marriage of convenience but on the long voyage back home I suppose we learned to love each other, so when we got back we decided to make a proper go of it. With the result that I now have a baby daughter, Nadia, as well as a stepson. She was born after I left for Cairo so I haven’t seen her, but I’m told she has inherited the family red hair. I hope she’ll forgive me for that when she grows up! I just pray that I’ll survive to see that day.’ Leo folded the letter and looked at her friend. ‘Are you OK?’

  ‘Why shouldn’t I be?’

  ‘Well, you and he were … close, once upon a time.’

  ‘That was years ago.’ Victoria sat for a moment with her head turned away. Then she said, ‘I hope he’ll be very happy. And I hope he gets to see his little girl. I … I behaved very badly back then. I’ve regretted it bitterly since. But I suppose I was very young and naïve. You tried to warn me, but I just thought it was all terribly exciting and … and modern. I didn’t understand how much I could hurt someone. I’m glad he’s found someone … someone more worthy of him.’

  Leo leaned over and put her hand on her friend’s. ‘Perhaps you should write to him and tell him that.’

  Victoria shook her head. ‘I don’t suppose he wants to hear from me. You can give him my regards when you write, if you like. Tell him I wish him all the best.’

  ‘I’ll do that.’

  Victoria got up impatiently. ‘What we both need is a breath of fresh air. Come on, get your hat. Now that my leg’s strong enough to use the clutch and I’ve got Sparky back from France I can’t wait to get out on the open road. Let’s have a run down to Brighton.’

  ‘And listen to the guns?’ Leo queried grimly.

  ‘All right, then, we’ll go the other way. How about a day by the river?’

  ‘I don’t really feel like joy-riding,’ Leo said.

  ‘I don’t care what you feel like! It’ll do you good to get out of the house. Anyway, I need a change of scene. You’re not going to make me go alone, are you?’

  Reluctantly, Leo fetched her hat and followed Victoria out to the car. But in the event, the afternoon turned out better than she expected. They drove down to Henley and had tea at a restaurant with lawns that sloped down to the river. The air was cooler than in London, and as they watched young men on leave, polling wives and girlfriends in punts, and schoolboys skimming the water in skiffs, it was almost possible to believe that peace had come at last.

  In the early hours of the following morning Leo woke with a start. The whole house seemed to shudder and a glass ornament on her dressing table tinkled. A split second later she heard a distant rumble. Her first thought was thunder, but that would not have made the house shake. The next possibility that came to mind was an earthquake. She had experienced tremors in Turkey as a child. But in London? Surely not. Was it possible that she had heard the guns firing in France? She knew that it was a constant background sound on the south coast but she had never heard it in London before. She wondered if this meant that some devastating new weapon had been fired. She got out of bed and went to the window. The air was still and heavy but she could not see or hear anything unusual and after a few moments she went back to bed and fell into an uneasy sleep.

  *

  Standing to in the first faint light of dawn under the ridge leading up to the village of Messines, Luke was blown against the back of the trench by the explosion – or rather by a rapid series of explosions. Climbing onto the fire-step he saw fountains of earth rising like giant mushrooms all along the ridge. He did not have time to count them, but he reckoned there were a dozen or more.

  ‘What the …?’ he exclaimed.

  ‘Mines,’ said the lieutenant. ‘That’ll give Fritz a bit of a shake up.’

  Then the whistles started blowing and the time for conversation was over. All along the trench men scrambled to the surface and began to charge up the hill towards the village, Luke among the leaders. He had expected to be met with a lethal barrage of machine gunfire, but instead there were only a few random bursts. As he neared the top men began to emerge from the German trenches and block-houses, but they made no attempt to fire at the approaching New Zealanders. Instead, stunned and disoriented by the explosions, they raised their hands in surrender and allowed themselves to be rounded up. By seven in the morning, the combined Anzac force was in complete control of Messines.

  Luke stood on the crest of the ridge and looked around him. ‘Hey, fellers! Look over there.’

  His nearest companions crowded round. ‘What at? What can you see?’

  ‘Green fields!’ Luke said. ‘That’s the first bit of grass I’ve seen since we got to this godforsaken place.’

  They understood then, and for a few moments they all stood silent, gazing first behind them and then at the view ahead. Behind was a landscape of blackened earth, pockmarked with shell craters and the broken stumps of trees, the only sign of life the endless columns of men and machinery that crawled across it. Ahead, beyond the German lines, were the undisturbed fields and woods of a gentle rural countryside, mantled with green. It was like looking into paradise.

  It was too good to last. Soon after midday the Germans counter-attacked. Hunkered down behind the broken wall that was all t
hat remained of one of the village houses, Luke aimed and fired until the barrel of his rifle was red hot. Shells were bursting all around him and the howling sound of the German minewerfer mortars, the ‘moaning minnies’, filled the air. At dusk the enemy gave up the battle and retired, leaving the Anzacs in possession, but looking around him Luke realised that the cost had been very high in terms of casualties. A line of was plodding down the hill towards the dressing stations and all around him were the bodies of those who were beyond the help of medicine.

  The scream of engines above him made him look up. High above the ridge four planes swooped and twisted. Two bore the black crosses of Germany, the other two the red, white and blue roundels of the Royal Flying Corps. As he watched, one of the German planes spouted black smoke and dived to hit the ground somewhere behind the lines. The other turned tail and disappeared. A cheer went up from the weary men on the ground. They had watched a number of similar encounters over the last weeks and it was apparent to all of them that the RFC had established an unquestionable superiority in the air battle.

  Rations were brought up and passed out; camp fires were lit and sentries posted. Luke wrapped himself in his greatcoat and settled down in the lea of a sheltering wall. The guns had stopped and the first stars were showing in the summer night. Somewhere down on the plain a nightingale began to sing.

  Tom, bivouacking with his company in a ruined farmhouse on the outskirts of Ypres, was jolted awake by the explosion. He found Ralph standing by what remained of a window embrasure.

  ‘What the hell was that?’

  ‘Mines,’ Ralph said. ‘Our boys have been tunnelling for months to get right under the Boche positions. Those explosions should have shattered their strong-points all along the ridge. Bloody good show!’ He turned to address the sleepy men who were crowding forward. ‘OK, lads. Nothing to get excited about. Get some shut-eye while you still have the chance.’