“From being a ragged, half-starved prisoner cut off from civilisation and the company of women, it seemed he was now a privileged guest, and the guest of an extremely attractive girl at that.
‘My name’s Maguire,’ he said. ‘Kelly Maguire. Lieutenant, RN. I’m from the British submarine E19. We were sunk eight months ago near Nagara. All but nine of us were drowned.’ The girl nodded. ‘There were other submarines, too,’ she said, ‘I heard about them. I learned everything that went on at Gallipoli.’ ‘But who are you?’ She shrugged. ‘I am an enemy of Turkey. That’s sufficient. It’s my intention to return you to your people. You will be sent to Egypt.’ Kelly’s heart leapt, and he grinned. It provoked the sober little face in front of him to give a small smile.
‘Why?’ he asked.
‘Because only through a victory by the British and their allies can we hope to obtain the freedom that we need.’ ‘Who?’ ‘The Arab nation.’ ‘The Arabs aren’t a nation.’ ‘That’s a mistake the Turks have made.
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