A Dangerous Game: Tales of War, #3
By John Wilson
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"…a strong, engaging read." CM Magazine
"A Dangerous Game is a pleasure to read. It's a fast-paced, exciting story with lots of accurate historical information…a great read [and] a refreshing change from zombies, nasty girls and dystopian survivor novels…it showcases ordinary people at their best, bravely working together in terrible times." Historical Novel Society
An enthralling story of a young woman risking her life to free her country. Manon Wouters has an idyllic life in Belgian town of Damme, where she spends her afternoons cycling into beautiful Bruges to study nursing. But as Europe, and the world, erupt into a devastating war, teenaged Manon soon finds herself faced with unbelievable choices: should she run, hide or fight and, if the last, how?
After months nursing British soldiers in the UK and Egypt (where she meets Alec Shorecross, the young tunneller from Dark Terror), Manon is enlisted as a spy and returns to Belgium. As she toils away at the local hospital in Bruges, nursing injured enemy soldiers, no one guesses that she is collecting information and passing it on to the Allies. As 1917 progresses, zeppelins and huge Gotha bombers are devastating British cities and hordes of U-boats are sinking ships carrying vital supplies. Manon's tasks become more complicated and dangerous—can she help destroy a new German super bomber and discover vital intelligence on where the deadly submarines are being sheltered. As she races to fulfill her missions, Manon must confront enemies at every turn, sometimes even within her own family.
John Wilson
John Wilson is an ex-geologist and award-winning author of fifty novels and non-fiction books for adults and teens. His passion for history informs everything he writes, from the recreated journal of an officer on Sir John Franklin's doomed Arctic expedition to young soldiers experiencing the horrors of the First and Second World Wars and a memoir of his own history. John researches and writes in Lantzville on Vancouver Island
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A Dangerous Game - John Wilson
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A Dangerous Game is a work of historical fiction. Reference to actual places, events and persons are used fictitiously. All other places, events and characters are the products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual places, events or persons is purely coincidental.
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Chapter 1
Zeppelin Nights—September 3, 1916
Baby killers! Violators! Demons of the night!" The woman shouting this abuse is standing in the middle of Charles Street in the heart of London, her hair flying, her mouth open in an ugly scream, her mad eyes bulging and her fist raised, shaking violently at the sky. She’s not an escapee from the insane asylum but a well-dressed society woman on her way home from a night at the theatre or a gathering in some upper-class parlour.
It is two thirty in the morning and the only light comes from the half-full moon when it appears through the clouds, the flashes from the anti-aircraft guns and the reflections of the waving searchlights. It’s like a scene straight out of hell—guns and bombs crash all around, bright lights explode in the sky and the sharp taste of explosives catches the back of my throat. Hundreds of shadowy figures either rush about madly or, like me, stand immobile, overwhelmed by the spectacle.
Almost directly over me, in the crossed beams of two searchlights, I can make out a cigar-shaped airship pinned like some giant moth to the black heavens above. The lights play along the zeppelin’s vast length, and I can see the gondolas hanging below the craft. Inside those gondolas are German airmen, the same men who invaded Belgium two years ago, and who still occupy and ravage my homeland. I am only Manon Wouters, a refugee girl who has become a nurse, but it seems as if my enemies have followed me all the way from Belgium to try to kill me with bombs from the dark sky. I feel like joining the woman in the middle of the road and screaming my fury at them.
Quite the spectacle, isn’t it?
My companion, Major Thomas Owen Macleod, speaks calmly and I’m not sure whether he’s referring to the pyrotechnics in the sky or the woman screaming in the road. He’s immaculately dressed and the creases in his uniform are still crisp, despite the fact that he’s been working in it for almost twenty hours.
I hate them,
I say, my voice rough with emotion. The zeppelin raid has caught us as the major is escorting me back to my flat. We’ve just finished a late session at Waterloo House, the new headquarters of the British Directorate of Military Intelligence, Section 6, where I am being taught how to create a false new life for myself and not be discovered. I am being taught to become a spy!
Hate is a strong motivation, Manon,
Major Macleod says. Even in the dim light, I can see his brow furrowed in worry. Hate can make you strong, but in our line of work, it can also kill you. You have to hide every emotion at all times—even the slightest slip can give you away. Can you do that?
My hate is cold, like ice not fire, but it can still burn. It began when Belgium was invaded and grew as I watched the Germans march arrogantly down the cobbled streets of my hometown in their drab gray uniforms and sinister spiked helmets. But my hatred became complete when they shot the grocer in the town square.
Do you want to know about my hate, Major? My hometown, Damme, was an important place hundreds of years ago, but now it is a backwater. My father, mother, brother and I lived in a small house by the canal, and my brother and I grew up without a care in the world, playing and riding our bicycles around the flat countryside. When I finished school, I took up nursing. Every day I would cycle half an hour along the canal bank into Bruges to study at the hospital. It was a perfect life, and even after the invasion, I assumed it would continue.
I take a deep breath to steel myself for the next chapter. The week after the Germans arrived, they claimed that one of their soldiers had been shot at from a window on our street. The shot missed and the soldier was frightened rather than injured, but the Germans were nervous. They took three hostages, including the town grocer. They demanded that whoever had fired the shot come forward for punishment. No one did, and so, on a rainy August morning, the grocer and the two others were executed by firing squad in the town square.
I keep my expression emotionless and stare straight into Macleod’s eyes. The grocer was my father.
Macleod does nothing, simply returning my stare. Deep inside, I want him to put his arms around me, comfort me and give me a shoulder to weep on, but I force myself to go on. I heard the shots from the square, and those sounds changed me forever. They crystallized my hatred into a hard, cold ball that I have nursed inside me ever since.
Macleod nods. And you ran away after that?
I didn’t run away,
I say calmly. Mama sold the grocery store and I left home to fight. She begged me to stay, but I was determined. I knew that shooting from windows wouldn’t work—the Germans would simply kill more hostages—yet I had to do something. I crossed the border into neutral Holland and found a ship to England. I used my nursing skills in Egypt and France to help young soldiers recover so they could go back to the war and kill Germans for me. Now that I’m being trained as a spy, I finally have a chance to go home and do something direct to help drive the invaders out of my country—and to avenge my father’s murder.
A bomb explodes with a dull crump a few blocks away. Macleod says, We should get on. There are scarcely enough hours for sleep before we begin again tomorrow, and we still have a lot of preparation to do.
We leave the well-dressed woman, still screaming her hate to the sky, and walk west.
Did you know that this is one of the routes the condemned took to be hanged at Tyburn?
Macleod says. He often comes out with apparently irrelevant pieces of information. He’s told me this one before.
I know,
I reply, it’s the origin of your English expression ‘going west,’ meaning to die.
We’ll make you a fluent English-speaker yet,
he laughs.
Not that it will do me much good in Belgium,
I say. I suspect that my German will be more use.
You’re one of the best agents we’ve trained, and it won’t be long until we send you home. But it’s a dangerous game you’re getting into. Do you have any doubts?
We walk in silence for a minute while I consider my answer.
I’m scared,
I admit. Nursing wounded soldiers was hard work, but it was safe.
I think back to the day when Macleod came to the hospital in France and offered me the chance to become a spy. "And there was a young tunneller from Newfoundland, Alec Shorecross, at the hospital where you recruited me. I was—am—very fond of him, and I think he felt the same way about me. In an ideal world, I would go and find Alec, and we would run away to somewhere where there’s no war and be happy. But that can’t happen. There is a war and we can’t run away.
Of course I have doubts about what I’m about to do. What will my homeland be like? After two years of occupation and war, will I even recognize my mother and brother? But I can’t let these thoughts sway me. You are offering me a chance that might make a difference in a cause I believe in. I can’t let my fears and the way I feel about Alec stand in the way of that. I only worry that my contribution won’t be worth much.
Macleod nods and says gently, I would be concerned if you didn’t have doubts. But be absolutely assured that the work you do will be of vital importance. Trench warfare can’t last forever. Next summer or the one after—perhaps sooner if the Americans see sense and join us—we will break through. Then it will be crucial that we have accurate information about the enemy dispositions in Belgium as we advance.
Macleod looks up and gestures to the north, where the searchlights are still playing on the zeppelin as it moves away from the city and out over the countryside. More immediately, those monsters are coming here from airfields in Belgium, and there is word of new zeppelins that can fly too high for our anti-aircraft guns or fighter planes. The Germans also have huge bombers that could be used against us. We need to know what’s going on.
But you have spies already in Belgium who can tell you that.
True, but we have very little information on the submarine bases at Bruges, Zeebrugge and Ostend.
And my brother, Florien, works at the submarine base at Zeebrugge,
I say, guessing where Macleod is going with this.
Exactly. He’s uniquely placed to get information to pass on to you, and through the network we’ll put you in contact with, you’ll be able to pass that information on to us.
Are the German U-boats as dangerous as those?
I ask, pointing at the departing zeppelin.
Possibly much more so,
Macleod says. Our naval blockade of Germany is working. People are beginning to starve, and the Germans are just as frustrated as we are that the war has stagnated in the trenches. One way they can change that is to try to starve Britain out of the war.
Can they do that?
With enough U-boats, yes. Britain can’t last long if all the ships bringing food are sunk. We would have to make peace or starve. Russia is already showing signs of falling apart, and if we dropped out of the war, France would have to make peace as well. Germany would win.
But sending the U-boats against unarmed ships is barbaric,
I say.
Macleod nods. It is and it would cause international outrage. It might even force America into the war. America is immensely powerful, but if we starve and Russia collapses and France surrenders while all the American troops and guns are still sitting in New York harbour...
Macleod doesn’t need to finish his sentence.
What can we do?
If we can destroy the U-boats before they put to sea, we will save dozens of ships and hundreds—possibly thousands—of lives. And maybe we’ll prevent the Germans winning the war. Is that important enough for you?
Of course it is,
I agree. I just have to keep remembering that.
We’ve reached the door of my flat. I’m tired. A few hours sleep and I’ll be fine.
I’ll come by and pick you up a bit later,
Macleod says. Let you get an extra hour or two of sleep.
Thank you.
I’m lifting my key to the lock when the sky brightens to the north. We both look up and see a ball of fire above the buildings. The fire expands into the shape of an elongated cigar that breaks in the middle and slides in slow motion down the dark sky. We both stand transfixed at the beautiful sight. I know men are dying horrifying deaths up there, but I cannot feel pity for them. I hope the screaming woman is watching this too.
Well,
Macleod says, "that’s one that won’t