Suddenly I recall Madame Durand, reciting the prophecy to me so long ago: In France there will be a hidden child, born of the first family, conceived during a great war and born on the other side of it. This will be a child born of two first families, conceived during a great war, but not born on the other side, unless… Unless I chose to go to my own time to have her. If she’s the hidden child, nothing could be safer than hiding her five decades into the future, could it?
