"Has been removed for safekeeping," Polly murmured, following him from the transept into the choir and the apse, where he pointed out the organ (removed for safekeeping), the shrouded statue of John Donne (in a shroud of sandbags in the Crypt), the High Altar, and the stained-gla.s.s windows.
"We"ve been very lucky so far," Mr. Humphreys said, pointing up at them. "They"re too large to board up, but we haven"t lost a single window."
You will, Polly thought. By the end of the war they"d all have been smashed. The last one had been taken out by a V-2 that had crashed nearby.
Mr. Humphreys led her back down the other side of the choir, pointing out the buckets of water and stirrup pumps lined against the wall. "Our greatest worry is fire. The underlying structure"s of wood, and if one of the roofs were to catch fire, the lead would run down into the cracks between the stones, and they"d burst as they did when the first St. Paul"s burned. It was utterly destroyed during the Great Fire of London, when this entire part of the city burned."
And will again three months from now, Polly thought. She wondered if Mr. Humphreys was part of the fire watch. He looked too old, but then again, the Blitz had been a war of old men and shopgirls and middle-aged women.
"But we shan"t let that happen again," he said, answering her question. "We"ve formed a band of volunteers to keep watch for incendiaries on the roofs. I"m on duty tonight."
"Then I shouldn"t keep you," Polly said. "I should go."
"No, no, not till I"ve shown you my favorite monument," Mr. Humphreys said, dragging her into the north transept. He made her look at the Corinthian columns and the oak doors of the north porch. "And this is the monument to Captain Robert Faulknor," he said, pointing proudly at another pile of sandbags. "His ship was badly damaged. She"d lost most of her rigging and couldn"t fire, and the La Pique La Pique was coming athwart her. Captain Faulknor courageously grabbed her bowsprit and lashed the two ships together and used the was coming athwart her. Captain Faulknor courageously grabbed her bowsprit and lashed the two ships together and used the La Pique"s La Pique"s guns to fire on the other French ships. His brave action won the battle. Unfortunately he never knew what he"d accomplished. He was shot through the heart the moment after he"d bound the two together." He shook his head sadly. "A true hero." guns to fire on the other French ships. His brave action won the battle. Unfortunately he never knew what he"d accomplished. He was shot through the heart the moment after he"d bound the two together." He shook his head sadly. "A true hero."
I"ll need to tell Michael Davies about him, Polly thought, and wondered where he was now. He was to have left just after she did, which meant he was in Dover, observing the evacuation efforts. But here in this time, that had happened three months ago, and his next a.s.signment, Pearl Harbor, which he"d leave for as soon as he returned from Dover, wouldn"t happen here for more than a year.
"It"s such a pity you can"t see the monument," Mr. Humphreys said. "Wait, I"ve just thought of something," he said, and led her back down the nave. The cathedral had lost its golden glow and looked gray and chilly, and the side aisles were already in shadow. Polly stole a glance at her watch. It was after four. She hadn"t realized how late it was.
Mr. Humphreys was taking her to the admissions desk. It had a number of pamphlets on it, colored prints of the The Light of the World The Light of the World for sale for sixpence apiece, a box marked Donations to the Minesweepers Fund, and a wooden rack filled with picture postcards. "I think we may have a photograph of Captain Faulknor"s monument," he said, searching through postcards of the Whispering Gallery, the organ, and a three-tiered Victorian monstrosity that had to be the Wellington Monument. "Oh, dear, we don"t seem to have one of it. What a pity! You must come back and see it when the war"s over." for sale for sixpence apiece, a box marked Donations to the Minesweepers Fund, and a wooden rack filled with picture postcards. "I think we may have a photograph of Captain Faulknor"s monument," he said, searching through postcards of the Whispering Gallery, the organ, and a three-tiered Victorian monstrosity that had to be the Wellington Monument. "Oh, dear, we don"t seem to have one of it. What a pity! You must come back and see it when the war"s over."
The side door clanged, and a sharp-faced young man came in, wearing a dark blue coverall and carrying a tin helmet and a gas mask. "So they got the bomb out all right, did they, Mr. Humphreys?" he asked the verger.
He nodded. "You"re a bit early, Langby. You don"t come on duty till half past six."
"I want to take a look at the chancel roof pump. It"s been giving a bit of trouble. Have you the key to the vestry?"
"Yes," Mr. Humphreys said. "I"ll be there in a moment."
"I"m keeping you from your duties," Polly said. "Thank you for showing me the cathedral."
"Oh, but you mustn"t go yet. There"s one last thing you must see," he said, leading her over to the south aisle.
No doubt another pile of sandbags, Polly thought, following him, but it wasn"t. He"d led her back to The Light of the World The Light of the World, the painting now only dimly visible in the gloom.
Mr. Humphreys said reverently, "Do you see how, now that the light"s fading, the lantern seems to glow?"
It did. A warm orange-gold light spread from it, lighting Christ"s robe, the door, the weeds that had grown up around it.
"Do you know what Dean Matthews said when he saw that glow? He said, "He"d better not let the ARP warden catch him with that lantern."" Mr. Humphreys chuckled. "A fine sense of humor, the dean has. It"s a great help in times like these."
The door clanged open again and another member of the fire watch came in and walked swiftly up the nave. "Humphreys!" Langby called from the transept.
"I"m afraid I must be going," Mr. Humphreys said. "If you"d care to stay and look round a bit more..."
"No, I should be getting home."
He nodded. "Best not to be out after dark if one can help it," he said and hurried toward Langby.
He was right. It was a long way to Kensington, and she had to find somewhere open where she could get supper before she went back. There was no way she could make it through another night without having eaten. And the raids tonight began at 6:54. She needed to go.
But she stayed a few minutes longer, looking at the painting. Christ"s face, in the dimming light, no longer looked bored, but afraid, and the woods surrounding him not only dark but threatening.
Best not to be out after dark if one can help it, Polly thought, and then, looking at the locked door, I wonder if that"s the door to an air-raid shelter I wonder if that"s the door to an air-raid shelter.
Wouldn"t it be lovely if it was true?-LONDONER, 7 MAY 1945 7 MAY 1945
London-7 May 1945
WHEN THE THREE GIRLS TURNED ONTO THE ROAD THAT led to the Underground station, it was deserted. "What if it was a false alarm and the war"s not really over?" Paige asked. led to the Underground station, it was deserted. "What if it was a false alarm and the war"s not really over?" Paige asked.
"Don"t be silly," Reardon said. "It was on the wireless."
"Then where is everyone?"
"Inside," Reardon said. "Come along." She started down the street.
"Do you you think it could be another false alarm, Douglas?" Paige asked, turning to her. think it could be another false alarm, Douglas?" Paige asked, turning to her.
"No," she said.
"Do come on," Reardon said, motioning them to hurry. "We"ll miss all the fun."
But when they got inside the station, there was no one there either. "They"re down on the platform," Reardon said, pushing through the wooden turnstile, and when there was no one on the platform either, "They"re all in London already, just like we"d be, if it weren"t for Colonel Wainwright"s gout. Why couldn"t his big toe have waited till next week to get inflamed? Only just think," Reardon smiled beatifically, "we"ll never have to put up with Colonel Wainwright again."
"Unless the war"s not actually over," Paige said. "Remember last week, when West Ham rang up and said General Dodd had told them it was all over? If this is another false alarm, we"ll not only look like complete idiots, we"ll be put on report. We should have rung up HQ in London and verified it."
"Which would have made us even later," Reardon said, "and we"ve missed hours hours, as it is."
"But if it hasn"t ended..." Paige said doubtfully. "Perhaps we should ring them up now, before we-"
"We"ll miss the train and and the end of the war," Reardon said, looking down the track toward where the train was coming. "It"s eight o"clock. Don"t you agree, Douglas?" the end of the war," Reardon said, looking down the track toward where the train was coming. "It"s eight o"clock. Don"t you agree, Douglas?"
"Actually, it"s twenty past eight," Douglas said. And every minute we stand here is one less minute I have to see the celebrations And every minute we stand here is one less minute I have to see the celebrations, she thought.
The train pulled in. Reardon said, "Stop fretting and come along."
Paige turned to Douglas. "What do you think, Douglas?"
"It"s not a false alarm," she said. "The Germans have surrendered. The war"s over. We"ve won."
"Are you certain?"
More certain than you can possibly imagine, she thought. Here was something she"d never expected from her research, that it could be VE-Day, and the contemps wouldn"t know it. Or, rather, VE-Day eve. VE-Day, with its speeches by Churchill and the King and its thanksgiving services at St. Paul"s, had been-correction, wouldn"t be till-tomorrow, but the celebrating had begun today, and the party would go on all night.
"Douglas is certain," Reardon was saying. "I"m "I"m certain. The war"s over. Now get on the train." Reardon grabbed Paige"s arm and propelled her onto the car, and she got on with them. certain. The war"s over. Now get on the train." Reardon grabbed Paige"s arm and propelled her onto the car, and she got on with them.
The car was empty, too, but Paige didn"t seem to notice. She was looking at the tube map on the wall of the car. "Where should we go when we get there, do you think? Piccadilly Circus?"
"No, Hyde Park," Reardon said. "Or St. Paul"s."
"Where do you think people will be, Douglas?" Paige asked.
All of the above, she thought, plus Leicester Square and Parliament Square and Whitehall and every street in between plus Leicester Square and Parliament Square and Whitehall and every street in between. "Trafalgar Square is where one usually goes for that sort of thing," she said, thinking of which place would have the easiest connection to her drop.
"What sort of thing?" Paige asked, and it was clear she thought nothing like this had ever happened before. sort of thing?" Paige asked, and it was clear she thought nothing like this had ever happened before.
And she may be right, she thought. "I meant it"s where people have gathered in the past after military victories-the Battle of Trafalgar and the siege of Mafeking and all that."
"This isn"t only a military victory," Reardon said. "It"s our our victory as well." victory as well."
"If it"s actually happened," Paige said, peering out the window as they pulled into the next stop, which was deserted as well. "Oh, dear, I"m afraid it is is a false alarm, Douglas." a false alarm, Douglas."
"No, it"s not," not," she said firmly, though privately she was beginning to worry, too. Historical accounts had said the victory celebration had begun as soon as the news of the German surrender came over the wireless at three o"clock. Could they have got that wrong? Could everyone have doubted the news like Paige? There she said firmly, though privately she was beginning to worry, too. Historical accounts had said the victory celebration had begun as soon as the news of the German surrender came over the wireless at three o"clock. Could they have got that wrong? Could everyone have doubted the news like Paige? There had had been a number of false alarms, and everyone had been on tenterhooks for the last two weeks. been a number of false alarms, and everyone had been on tenterhooks for the last two weeks.
And it wouldn"t be the first time the historical record had been wrong or incomplete. But VE-Day was well doc.u.mented. And the historical accounts said people should be pouring onto the train by now, waving Union Jacks and singing "When the Lights Go on Again All Over the World."
"If the war"s over, then where is is everyone?" asked Paige. everyone?" asked Paige.
"At the next stop," Reardon said imperturbably.
Reardon was right. When the doors opened, a veritable flood of people swept into their car. They were waving flags and rattling noisemakers, and two elderly gentlemen were singing "G.o.d Save the King" at the top of their lungs.
"Now do you believe the war"s over?" she and Reardon asked Paige, and she nodded excitedly. do you believe the war"s over?" she and Reardon asked Paige, and she nodded excitedly.
More people pushed on. A little boy holding tightly to his mother"s hand asked, "Are we going to the shelter?"
"No," his mother said, and then, as if she had just realized it, "We"re never going to the shelter again."
People were still squeezing on. Many were in uniform, and some had red, white, and blue crepe paper draped around their necks, including two middle-aged men in Home Guard uniforms, brandishing a copy of the Evening News Evening News with the headline "IT IS OVER" and two bottles of champagne. with the headline "IT IS OVER" and two bottles of champagne.
The train guard squeezed and pushed his way through the crush to them. "No alcoholic beverages allowed in the tube," he said sternly.
"What do you mean, mate?" one of the men said. ""Aven"t you heard? The war"s over!"
""Ere!" the other one said, handing his bottle to the guard. "Drink to the King"s "ealth! And the Queen"s!" He s.n.a.t.c.hed his friend"s bottle and shoved it into the guard"s other hand. He draped a chummy arm over the guard"s shoulders. "Why don"t you come to the palace with us and toast "em to their face?"
"That"s where we should go," Reardon said. "To Buckingham Palace." where we should go," Reardon said. "To Buckingham Palace."
"Oh, yes," Paige said excitedly. "Do you think we might actually be able to see Their Majesties, Douglas?"
Not till tomorrow, she thought, when the royal family will come out on the balcony no fewer than eight times and wave to the crowd when the royal family will come out on the balcony no fewer than eight times and wave to the crowd.
"Do you think the Princesses will be with them?" Paige asked.
Not only will they be with them, she thought, but at one point they"ll be out in the crowd, mingling incognito with people and shouting gaily, "We want the King!" but at one point they"ll be out in the crowd, mingling incognito with people and shouting gaily, "We want the King!" but she couldn"t say that. "I should imagine," she said, looking at the doors, where people were still squeezing on. If it took this long to load the train at every stop, it would take all night to get there. but she couldn"t say that. "I should imagine," she said, looking at the doors, where people were still squeezing on. If it took this long to load the train at every stop, it would take all night to get there.
I"ve already missed the beginning, she thought, the RAF planes doing victory rolls over London and the lights being turned on the RAF planes doing victory rolls over London and the lights being turned on. And if there was going to be this much delay on the trains going back, she"d have to leave early to reach the drop on time, and she"d miss the end as well.
The train finally pulled out. Paige was still chattering on about the Princesses. "I"ve always wanted to see them. Do you think they"ll be wearing their uniforms?"
"It may not matter what what they"re wearing," Reardon said as the train stopped again and more people squeezed on. "We may be trapped in here forever. Which may not be all that bad. Douglas, look at that lieutenant who just got on! Isn"t he handsome?" they"re wearing," Reardon said as the train stopped again and more people squeezed on. "We may be trapped in here forever. Which may not be all that bad. Douglas, look at that lieutenant who just got on! Isn"t he handsome?"
"Where?" Paige said, standing on tiptoe to see.
"What do you think you"re doing?" Reardon demanded. "You"ve already bagged one. Don"t be greedy."
"I was only looking," Paige said.
"You"re not allowed to look. You"re engaged," Reardon said. "Will he be here tonight?"
"No, he rang up night before last and said he wouldn"t be back for a week at the least," Paige said.
"But that was before," Reardon said. "Now that the war"s over-oh, Lord, there are more more people boarding! We"ll pop!" people boarding! We"ll pop!"
"We must must try to get off at the next stop," Paige said. "I can"t breathe." try to get off at the next stop," Paige said. "I can"t breathe."
They nodded and when the train stopped again and a large man wearing a tin hat and an ARP armband began pushing toward the doors, they followed in his wake, squeezing between sailors and Wrens and navvies and teenaged girls.
"I can"t see what station it is," Reardon said as the train slowed.
"It doesn"t matter," Paige said. "Only get off. I"m being squished. I feel like a pilchard in a tin."
Reardon nodded and bent down to look out the window. "Oh, good, it"s Charing Cross," she said. "It looks like we"re going to Trafalgar Square after all, Douglas."
The doors opened. "Follow me, girls!" Reardon shouted gaily. "Mind the gap!"
She scrambled off, and Paige did, too, calling, "Coming, Douglas?"
"Yes," she said, attempting to squeeze past the Home Guard, who for some reason had launched into "It"s a Long Way to Tipperary." "Sorry, this is my stop. I must get off here," she said, but they didn"t budge.
"Douglas! Hurry!" Reardon and Paige were shouting from the platform. "The train"s going to leave."
"Please," she shouted, trying to make herself heard over their singing. "I must get through."
The door began to close.
I am ashamed to say I told him it was the fault of the Germans.-WINSTON CHURCHILL, ON HIS GRANDSON"S GETTING THE MEASLES