Book 4, Heimdallr
Chapter 24OUT THE WINDOW SHE saw the Hoxha’s summerhouse fall away from her. She saw the Italian guards and grazing cows drop away like stones in water. Her mind reached a blinding acceptance. She was free.
It came slowly. She started to shake. She could not help it. Gently she touched her belly. She was carrying Mayer’s child. That is why she had missed her period; that was the nausea every morning. Her mother had been like that. The emotions crashed over her in debilitating waves. She had no chance to soften them or sort them out. She leaned back and let it ripple through her body. Tears streaked her chin; not that she was crying; she was free.
A few minutes later, Wallenberg pointed at a vast shimmering surface below them.
“Look, Shequere: the Adriatic.” And in som
