Sunset Ridge (50 page)

‘A little like my own father,' Madeleine replied.

The housekeeper reached across and patted her hand. ‘What else have you got in that book?'

‘Heavens, look at this.' Excited by her find, Madeleine thrust the scrapbook in front of Sonia, who promptly slammed the brakes. The car skidded off the road to stop unceremoniously in the dirt.

‘Good God, girl, you'll have us up a tree if you're not careful.' Sonia looked at the mangy animal before her. ‘That's one grungy-looking dog.'

‘That's not just any dog,' Madeleine said breathless. ‘Look at the identity discs around his neck.'

‘What is he, then?' Sonia asked. ‘A war dog?'

Madeleine nodded, too emotional to speak. ‘He could be, Sonia. He very well could be.'

 

 

 

Chessy farmhouse,
ten miles from Saint-Omer,
northern France
June 2000

Kate Chessy draped a leg over the arm of the ancient chair and flipped the pages of the old newspaper. Through the open door a blank canvas stood empty on an easel in the middle of the grassy clearing. Beyond it the stream beckoned with its clear water and cloistered willow trees. Such an aspect should have been enough for any artist, but with her craft in its infancy even a languid week exploring her great-gran-mama's home had done little for Kate's creativity. It was some time since her last trip to the farmhouse. Although the family only used it during the long summer months when Paris became cloaked in a muggy heat that threatened to strangle her inhabitants, Great-Gran-mama Lisette's death two years ago had kept the family away from the farm.

Kate found it difficult to reconcile the passing of the family matriarch. Lisette Chessy was mother to five children and grandmother to twelve, and although she had lived in Paris for the last twenty years of her life, her great love was for this plot of land, although such affection was secondary to that she felt for her husband, Francois. Kate, intrigued that the frail woman had been a spy for the French resistance during the Second World War, had often sat long into the night in their Paris apartment listening to her stories. Although Lisette had risked her life during the second German invasion, it was to the Great War that her thoughts always returned. She would speak of soldiers and food shortages and of the great halo of light that blazed across the horizon as the war raged in nearby Flanders.

Kate had grown used to Lisette's peculiarities. Although her great-gran-mama was an excellent knitter she also liked to play with balls of wool and there had always been a basket of wool by her chair that she would roll and unroll as deftly as any spinner as she shared her knowledge. Kate had learned how to make a rabbit casserole and cook the plainer dish of steamed courgette with pasta while listening to Lisette, and from an early age her fondness for wine was encouraged by her great-gran-mama whose own palate had been cultivated by Francois' mother. Of particular interest to Kate was the story of Roland the dog. Named after an ancient French ballad, the animal was said to have saved the lives of many men during the Great War and mention of him was made in French military records of the period.

Roland had belonged to Francois and his twin brother Antoine, and his story was part of Chessy family lore. The one disappointment was the lack of any photo or drawing of the animal. Lisette and Kate had often discussed the unfortunate timing of having a young Australian soldier billeted at the farmhouse. They both knew he would have been more than capable of sketching the dog, as David Harrow's drawings of Madame Chessy and the farmhouse hung in the family apartment in Paris. There were other drawings as well – drawings that it was said were left with Madame Chessy by the Australian soldier for safekeeping. Lisette had safe-guarded the drawings for many years in the cupboard of the farmhouse, honouring her mother-in-law's conviction that the young artist would one day return. He never did and so they too were stored in Paris.

Kate continued to flip through the newspaper. She was here to paint willows and water, to soak up the ambiance of this beaut­iful place. However, she couldn't concentrate. Selecting another newspaper from the stack on the table, she considered inspecting the cellar. There were some dusty bottles of wine below and the cheese and fresh bread purchased this morning in Saint-Omer. It was not quite time for lunch but food was a tasty diversion. Flicking the paper's pages, Kate stopped at the classified section. There, in the middle of a bordered square, was an advertisement asking for information concerning the Australian artist David Harrow. Reference was also made to the sketch of a dog that had been authenticated by the Australian War Memorial and was said to have been drawn on the Western Front during the First World War. The dog wore a set of identity discs around its neck and the name the discs bore belonged to Antoine Chessy.

Kate sat the paper carefully on the wooden table and looked around the tired farmhouse with its twin bunks in the alcove and the wood-burning stove. There were wooden crosses above the doorways and on the cupboard stood a faded picture of the Chessy brothers. Beside the picture was a cloth ball ragged and aged and in that instant she imagined Roland bounding across the grassy clearing to the farmhouse. There were telephone calls to make and time zones to wait for and, amid the buzz of excitement, Kate knew that Roland was finally coming home.

 

 

 

 

Chessy farmhouse,
ten miles from Saint-Omer,
northern France
July 1919

Francois sat on the grass beyond the farmhouse. Inside Lisette and his mother were cooking and laughing. Having promised eggs and chips for lunch, they were busy frying the perch Francois had caught that morning, glad of the change in their post-war diet that spring brought. Francois planned on a busy year. They needed to replenish their stocks of wheat and potatoes and try to barter for a pig to fatten for the coming winter. Having managed to hang onto the milking cow, they only needed a few more hens to add to his mother's best layer and the scraggly rooster and then, he hoped, the farm would slowly return to normal. Francois needed to concentrate on these simple tasks. There were two women dependent on him now and although his mama and Lisette appeared capable of managing without him, Francois needed to prove that he could not only cope with his new life but assume the mantle of responsibility easily.

So, Francois kept a ready smile on his lips and the images of Verdun locked away in his mind. At times the memories would escape to wander beyond his carefully constructed wall, and during those moments he would hobble through the fields crying in remembered pain. He loved his homeland, he loved France, but in the end he had only kept going over the top of the sandbags for the men beside him, for his brother, and now all of them were gone. When he was on his knees, gagging in the dirt, it was then that Antoine would come to him, easing his thoughts away from the dead and the ravaged, enticing him back into the light and life.

Francois ran a finger between the leather strapping of the wooden leg and his thigh. The device bit into the flesh above his knee and he remained positive that the wooden length did not match his good leg, although both his mother and Lisette had measured it more than twice. The crutch remained Francois' preferred method of getting about the farm, particularly because he could move freely with it and was not haunted by the other device becoming unattached. Walking down the aisle of a church was a different matter, however. Francois did not want to be on crutches when he took Lisette's hand, and so he persevered with both the wooden leg and his fear of it.

Across the wheat field, beyond the stream, two figures approached. Francois didn't recognise them and he hoped it was not more men looking for work. Some became quite pushy when they saw his injury, convinced he was not capable of running the farm, and Francois needed to be adamant to send such strangers away. On one occasion his mama came to his aid, adding her voice to his and together, mother and son, they had forced the three men on their way. Francois looked across the field, remembering another time when he and Antoine made a pact to go to war. The figures grew closer, and then a third.

Balancing on his hands, Francois rose, reaching for his crutch. He could feel him. He could feel the great heart of the animal close by. ‘Mama,' he cried. ‘Mama!'

Madame Chessy and Lisette rushed from the farmhouse as the two people jumped the stream.

Francois watched as the couple laughed and waved, their hands linked together. There was an animal with them, a big mongrel-looking dog, wolf-like in appearance.

‘It's Roland,' Madame Chessy cried. ‘Roland has come home!'

The great animal lumbered forward on three legs and then, with a bark, jumped into Francois' outstretched arms.

‘My Roland, my Roland!' Francois wept. ‘Thank you, Captain. Thank you, Sister.'

Captain Harrison and Sister Valois took Madame Chessy's warm hands in theirs, then the older woman knelt on the ground. Drawing Roland close, she noticed the identity discs around the great animal's neck and read the name.

‘Thank you, Roland,' Madame Chessy whispered. ‘You have brought my other son home.'

 

 

 

 

© Natalia Fogarty

In the course of her career, Nicole Alexander has worked both in Australia and Singapore in financial services, fashion, corporate publishing and agriculture. A fourth-generation grazier, Nicole returned to her family's property in the early 1990s. She is currently the business manager there and has a hands-on role in the running of the property.

 

Nicole has a Master of Letters in creative writing and her novels, poetry, travel and genealogy articles have been published in Australia, Germany, America and Singapore. She is also the author of
The Bark Cutters, A Changing Land, Absolution Creek
and
The Great Plains
.

Also by Nicole Alexander

The Bark Cutters

A Changing Land

Absolution Creek

The Great Plains

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