Authors: Danielle Steel
Two weeks later, not knowing what else to do to distract them and herself, she celebrated Chanukah with them. They had been celebrating Christmas since they'd been in England, but she said that this year they would do both. They made dreidls out of paper, and they taught her how to spin them. And they taught her Chanukah songs. She loved knowing that the Hebrew letters on the dreidl said “A great miracle happened here.” Their little band was doing very well, and she was walking slowly but surely.
The children were standing all around her as they lit the candles on the second night of Chanukah, as Rebekka looked up and gave a gasp.
“Are we celebrating Christmas early this year?” There was a festive air in the room, although the children were quiet as she lit the candles. It brought back bittersweet memories for many of them. Amadea looked up at the sound of his voice.
“No, Chanukah,” she said calmly, and then gasped too. It was Rupert. All the children screamed and ran to him, and Amadea walked slowly toward him as he stared at her.
“You're walking,” he said with a look of wonder and disbelief. His arm was in a sling, but the rest of him looked fine though deathly thin. He had made his way across half of Germany on foot for the past two months, and had managed finally to meet up with the Resistance in Alsace. They had airlifted him out of a little village near Strasbourg. It had been a harrowing three months, for her as well. He just stood there and held her in his arms. “I never thought you'd walk again,” he said honestly.
“Neither did I,” she said as she nestled in his arms. She had been desperately afraid she would never see him again. “I was so worried about you.” He knew she would be, but there was nothing he could do. It had been difficult and frightening, even for him, but the mission was a success.
“I had to come back after what you said when I left.” He hadn't forgotten, nor had she. They had much to say and decide now, especially Amadea.
“Papa! We have a band!” Rebekka was shouting at him, and the others told her not to spoil the surprise. After she let the cat out of the bag, they played two songs for him, and he loved it. They were up till nearly midnight, and told him about Amadea celebrating Chanukah for them.
“You seem to be going backward in history,” he teased her after they went to bed, and they were sitting holding hands by the fire. It felt like a dream having him back.
“I just thought it was important for them to have a piece of their history left intact and restored to them.” It seemed strange, but it meant something to her, too. She could imagine her mother doing the same things as a child. And so many had died for being Jewish, it was a way to honor them now, too. It was as though she could hear their voices, not just her own, as she read the prayers.
“I'm not going to lose you again, Amadea. I walked halfway across Germany to come home to you. You can't leave me now,” he said seriously. Her eyes never left his.
“No. I can't. I know that now. I knew it before you left, that's why I told you that I love you …” She looked sad for a moment then as she held his hand. But she knew now that she belonged here, with him, and their
kinders
, whichever ones stayed in the end. “I always thought I'd go back to the convent,” she said sadly. But too much had happened. Too many people, too many lives, too many people she had contributed to killing, even if she had done it to save others. And now she wanted to be here with him. But it no longer seemed wrong. It seemed very right. And the only choice she could make. She could never have left him, although the convent and all it had meant to her would remain forever in her heart. It had been a difficult decision, but she felt pleased and relieved with the end results. While he had been away, she knew more than ever how much she loved him.
“I was so afraid you'd go back, and I didn't want to interfere with what you wanted,” Rupert said kindly.
“Thank you for respecting that.” She looked at him with eyes full of love. She had been so sure that she would always be a nun, and now she was his, in all the ways she had never dared to dream.
“I would have let you go if it was really what you wanted, and it made you happy… but that seems like a long time ago. Now, I couldn't bear it,” he said as he pulled her close to him and held her. So often in the past three months, he had been so desperately afraid that he would never come home to her, and she had been afraid of the same thing. Finally, after all they'd been through, they both knew this was right. They had both crossed lifetimes to get here, lost people they loved, stared death in the face too many times. They had earned all that they had found.
He carried her up the stairs that night after they put the lights out. She still couldn't walk stairs easily, but she would in time. They hesitated on the landing, and he kissed her, and then with a shy smile she said good-night and he laughed. This was not Paris and the peach nightgown. This was real life. They both knew what had to happen, and that it would soon, in the right way, at the right time. They had the rest of their lives.
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PRIEST MARRIED THEM, AND A RABBI SAID A BLESSING, AS
the children stood all around them. They were the first children they had shared, and they both knew that many of them would stay with them. And with luck, they would have children of their own, although his lost sons would never be forgotten. Amadea had finally taken her final vows, the ones she had been meant to take, though not the ones she had expected. Life with its twists and turns, terrors and pains and blessings, had led them to each other, through tortuous paths, to a peaceful place at last. They had found each other, amidst the echoes of all those they had once loved and who had loved them.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
D
ANIELLE
S
TEEL
has been hailed as one of the world's most popular authors, with over 530 million copies of her novels sold. Her many international bestsellers include
Miracle, ImPossible, Echoes, Second Chance, Ransom, Safe Harbour, Johnny Angel
, and other highly acclaimed novels. She is also the author of
His Bright Light
, the story of her son Nick Traina's life and death.
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ECHOES
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Copyright © 2004 by Danielle Steel
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PRAISE FOR
D
ANIELLE
S
TEEL
“Steel pulls out all the emotional stops.… She delivers.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Steel is one of the best!”
—Los Angeles Times
“The world's most popular author tells a good, well-paced story and explores some important issues.… Steel affirm[s] life while admitting its turbulence, melodramas, and misfiring passions.”
—Booklist
“Danielle Steel writes boldly and with practiced vividness about tragedy—both national and personal… with insight and power.”
—Nashville Banner
“There is a smooth reading style to her writings which makes it easy to forget the time and to keep flipping the pages.”
—Pittsburgh Press
“One of the things that keep Danielle Steel fresh is her bent for timely story lines…. The combination of Steel's comprehensive research and her skill at creating credible characters makes for a gripping read.”
—Newark Star-Ledger
“What counts for the reader is the ring of authenticity.”
—San Francisco Chronicle
“Steel knows how to wring the emotion out of the briefest scene.”
—People
“Ms. Steel excels at pacing her narrative, which races forward, mirroring the frenetic lives chronicled; men and women swept up in bewildering change, seeking solutions to problems never before faced.”
—Nashville Banner
“Danielle Steel has again uplifted her readers while skillfully communicating some of life's bittersweet verities. Who could ask for a finer gift than that?”
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ANIELLE
S
TEEL
ECHOES
“Courage of conviction, strength of character and love of family that transcends loss are the traits that echo through three generations of women….A moving story that is Steel at her finest.”
—Chattanooga Times Free Press
“Romance and risk mark the latest adventure from the prolific Steel, as a young woman must survive the Nazi regime if she is to be reunited with her family.”
—Sacramento Bee
“Get out your hankies… Steel put her all into this one.”
—Kirkus Reviews
“A compelling tale of love and loss.”
—Booklist
IMPOSSIBLE
“Steel knows what her fans want, and this solid, meaty tale will not disappoint them.”
—Booklist
SECOND CHANCE
“Vintage Steel.”
—St. Paul Pioneer Press
“Gazillions of readers around the globe worship Steel's books.”
—New York Post
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