Prologue
Sister Marie shifted the child in her lap. It had been a day since she had rescued the girl from the remains of her home. Marie had been vacationing in London. She was on her way to King's Cross to board the train back to the convent in Versailles when she came across a house that looked as if a million fire crackers had hit it. She knelt next to the house to pray and heard a child crying. She lifted what was once probably once a door and found the baby girl that she had now named Gabrielle. Gabrielle was unharmed except for a thin lightning bolt-shaped cut on her neck. But she was obviously alone in the world and Marie decided to take the baby back to Versailles.
So there they were, on the train back to France, a nun and a one year old.
Sister Marie shifted the child in her lap. It had been a day since she had rescued the girl from the remains of her home. Marie had been vacationing in London. She was on her way to King's Cross to board the train back to the convent in Versailles when she came across a house that looked as if a million fire crackers had hit it. She knelt next to the house to pray and heard a child crying. She lifted what was once probably once a door and found the baby girl that she had now named Gabrielle. Gabrielle was unharmed except for a thin lightning bolt-shaped cut on her neck. But she was obviously alone in the world and Marie decided to take the baby back to Versailles.
So there they were, on the train back to France, a nun and a one year old.