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Gill Bullen chose 1an Serraillier's The Silver Sword (published in the United. States as Escape from Warsaw), which she enjoys teaching to eleven and. Quest for the Silver Sword is the second in a series of adven- tures for the new DUNGEONS & DRAGONS® Game. It is a self-contained product-it does not. Jan is the guardian of THE SILVER SWORD the small paper knife that belonged to the Balicki Family. It is a symbol of hope that will all find each other one day.

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The Silver Sword - Ian Serraillier (PDF) - Download as PDF File .pdf), Text File . txt) or read online. By Ian Serraillier. Jul 22, The Silver Sword 16 editions. In Warsaw, World War II is raging, and people live in fear from day to day. Ruth, Bronia, and Edek have to fend for themselves when both of their parents are taken by the Nazis. The Silver Sword takes place during and immediately after the Second World War. The Balicki family (Joseph, his wife Margrit and their three children Ruth.

Thank you for interesting in our services. We are a non-profit group that run this website to share documents. We need your help to maintenance this website. Please help us to share our service with your friends. Ashlie Michelle Category: Share Embed Donate. He was looking for his wife Margrit and his three children -- Ruth, Edek and Bronia.

Joseph drew back the elastic. He heard the padlock on the flap being unlocked. The flap slid aside. The guard had not seen Joseph when the stone struck him in the middle of the forehead and knocked him down.

The floor shook as he tumbled. He groaned and rolled over. Joseph must act quickly, before the guard came to his senses. He knew the guard kept his bunch of keys in his greatcoat pocket. He must get hold of them without delay. He must lift the guard till they were within reach. He took a hook and line from under his bed. He had made the line by cutting thin strips from his blanket and plaiting them together.

The hook was a bent four-inch nail that he had smuggled in from his hut. After several attempts, the hook caught in the top fastened button of the guard's greatcoat. He tugged at the line and drew the guard, still groaning, up towards him Suddenly the line snapped. The guard fell back, striking his head sharply on the floor.

The hook was lost. Joseph had one spare hook, that was all. He tried again. This time the cotton broke and the button went spinning across the floor. He tried for the next button. Again the cotton broke. He had begun to despair when he saw the keys. They were lying on the floor. They had been shaken out of the greatcoat pocket when the guard fell. Quickly Joseph fished for the ring of keys and hauled it up. A few moments later he was kneeling beside the senseless body, hastily stripping off the uniform.

There was no time to lose. Already the locking up of the prisoners had started and he could hear the guards shouting at them outside. Joseph felt warm in the guard's uniform. The greatcoat reached to his ankles.

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The fur cap had flaps for covering his ears. He smiled to himself as he locked the guard in the freezing cell. Then, turning up his collar so that the tips touched his cheek-bones, he went out into the bitter night.

He walked through the snow towards Block E, where the Hungarian and Rumanian prisoners were kept. In the dark shadows behind the huts he hid until the trumpet sounded the change of guard. Hundreds of times he had watched the soldiers of the guard fall in and march out of camp.

He had memorized every order, every movement. It seemed to him quite natural now to be lining up with the others. Joseph dropped to the rear and followed the other soldiers out -- out of the great spiked gate and into freedom. It seemed too good to be true.

Some of the soldiers stopped outside the guard-house to gossip. A few went in. Joseph walked straight ahead, turning his head away from the window light as he passed. It was the soldiers' name for the night club in the village where they sometimes spent their off-duty times.

Without looking behind him, he walked on. A mail car had pulled up. Joseph slid quietly away -. He hurried on. There was a babble of voices -. There was a pile of luggage in the road. The road was blocked.

At once he wished he hadn't moved. He was right on the edge of the cliff. The soldier ran too. He heard the sound of crates being dumped in the road. Just below the last huts in the village. Joseph began to run. He walked straight through the village. He took no notice and walked on. Joseph dived behind the white wall of snow that the snow plough had thrown up at the side of the road. It was a mass of tiny huts clinging to the steep cliff-side. A scuffle. There was no moon that night.

Suddenly he was challenged in German. The boards quivered and shook. In the dark it looked like a cart without wheels. Her lights were on and the engine running. And he heard the drunken soldier roll up and cry. A drunken soldier was tottering after him. Quickly he hid underneath. There were footsteps behind him. He turned round to look.

A heavy crate banged down on to the boards above his head. Steps coming towards him. Boots scraped the wood. Then suddenly the cage squeaked to a standstill. It was hung by pulleys and wire to an overhead cable and was swinging giddily from side to side. He could not escape discovery and he was quite unarmed. If so. He lifted the tarpaulin from his shoulders and sat with his back to the crates. Ahead of him was the black shape of the mountain. With every swing of the cage and every creak of the cable.

Where was he? As soon as he dared. While he rubbed his bruised toes. Joseph sighed with relief. These were quite common in the mountains. They were driven by electricity and used for carrying goods from one side of a steep valley to the other. It banged against his foot and nearly made him scream with pain.

Someone leapt into the cage and lifted the tarpaulin on the other side of the crates from Joseph. But all he could feel in the holster was a stick of chocolate. They were sliding out into the darkness. A loud voice shouted. When the soldiers were back in the road. In a flash he made up his mind. But no one heard his groans.

Joseph waited tensely while the crates were lifted in and the tarpaulin draped over them. Joseph's hand was in his revolver holster.

It began to slide back. It was the balance lift -. A jerk. An aerial luggage lift. He fell back and bit his lip. Another crate was chucked in and kicked alongside the other pair. After a few minutes of climbing. He meant to fight his way out if he had to. The giddy movement of the cage made him feel sick. Suddenly Joseph realized that the wooden boards he lay on were moving. The voices on the road grew louder. He was in a kind of roofless cage. But your uniform--" At that moment a bell clanged out from the other side of the valley.

He laid down the crate and led Joseph inside. The light of a torch was flashed full into Joseph's face. A wood fire was burning brightly in a wide open hearth. You look like a Pole. Joseph's spirits rose. It echoed among the mountains. The peasant had kept one crate for himself. Do you want me to shoot? They were suspicious and waited till Joseph had swallowed his piece before they ate theirs.

Chapter 3 The Hiding-Place The cage banged to a standstill. It was a large chalet. Take me to where you live. The control is in your hands? Unload the cage. We shan't be disturbed. It contained provisions and clothing from town. The man was Polish. She looked startled. Joseph threw his cap and greatcoat over a chair.

I'll shoot. An old lady was sitting by the fire. A large pot hung above it from a hook in the chimney. Wood was stacked at the sides. Joseph spoke more gently. He lifted it on to his shoulder and then led the way along a track of beaten snow that wound upwards through pine trees. Soon they came to his home. If there were any soldiers coming across in the cage. ZAK He crept inside. And he showed Joseph a hiding place in the woodshed. Suddenly there was a loud bang on the door.

There was no time to escape to the woodshed. The old woman was moved by his story. Joseph slept in a warm bed that night for the first time for two years. With difficulty he controlled his cough.

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Was it a search party? Joseph showed the old woman the tattered photos of his family. She had a little cheese and oatcakes. He spoke about his wife and children. Every day had brought news of more families being split up. I want you to hide me. But they were brave people and did not hesitate. He looked starved and needed good food.

He was congratulating himself on his good luck when he heard the soldiers return to the room below. A voice called out in German.

In the morning the old man went to work the luggage lift as usual. While they searched the room. He had taken them out of his wallet so many times to look at them that they were creased and crumpled and finger-marked all over. They knew that if they were found hiding him they would die.

Suddenly a head peered up the chimney. While he was speaking. He wanted to cough. Look -. He thought his lungs would burst. The fire was only smouldering and there was not much smoke. It was the old woman. He had not found the opening when the door burst open and two soldiers came in.

Before going. He could see the sky through the wide chimney top above him. While he was away. In the brutality of his prison life he had almost forgotten what kindness was.

They were simple. But there was no sense in exposing himself. Little rivers coursed down from under the snow. Wherever they trod. On the fifteenth night he left the chalet on the first stage of the long journey home. The old couple treated him like a son. He clung and clung and clung -till his fingers were torn from their grip. On the afternoon of the second day they reached the edge of the snow line.

When he came to his senses. He passed his time indoors. I didn't see them till it was too late. He was wearing the warm woollen clothes of a Polish highlander. What about you going up? Joseph clung on to his perch.

More than once he was tempted to go outside. In the gorge where the River Sanajec tumbles down between steep wooded rocks to meet the great rivers of the plains. The old woman was bending over him. They fed him so well that his thin cheeks filled out and he gained several pounds in weight.

The moon was in her first quarter. There was a great tumbling about his ears.

It melted the icicles that hung from the roof. The old man took Joseph's. But it was a joy to leave the snow behind and to see the snowdrops and crocuses everywhere. They were afraid for their uniforms. The nights were freezing. It seemed as if the whole chalet was falling down. The soldiers ran for it when the soot came down. The spring sun beamed down all day long from clear skies. Lower down in the valleys the grass was already green.

The old man went with him as guide for three days till they were clear of the high mountains. It was just after Dr. Joseph spent three days finding the street where he used to live. He begged her to speak. The place was as bleak and silent as the craters of the moon. Joseph saw them wandering. Joseph felt that she was hiding unpleasant news. In a small back room he questioned her eagerly about his family.

Windows were charred and glassless. The Nazis had to keep this clear. Krause turned away. The school and schoolhouse -. But the only really lively place was the railway. I'm a member of the Polish Council for Protection and we tried to trace her. Never had Joseph seen railway lines gleam as these did -. At another house he had better luck. A bomb gash in a cellar wall was draped with bright curtains.

They had made their homes in cellars or had dug caves in the rubble. He had lived in the city all his life and knew it well.

But now. In another hole there was a window-box full of purple crocuses. Here and there a tree that had escaped blast damage sprouted with spring leaves. Westwards they brought back the wounded to Germany. He made some inquiries there. A few had even tried to make them look gay. He knew the woman who lived there -. Public buildings were burnt-out shells. Instead of proud homes. In this wilderness people still managed to go on living. Frank called for a million foreign workers to go to Germany.

She's in Germany. At night he returned to the home of the Krauses. Your children are not alive. One afternoon. She told him of the efforts made to trace them. They blew the whole place up. He spent several more days looking for them. Krause took his hands in hers and smiled. He spent the night in the burnt-out shell of a bus station. Krause had to repeat it. He had fair wispy hair and unnaturally bright eyes.

It was a paper knife that he had once given to his wife for a birthday present. He spent the next few days searching among the ruins for his children. We arranged that. An hour later they sent a truckload of soldiers with explosives. About five inches long.

One night Mrs. For the rest of the day he wandered among the ruins. The children have not been seen since. Go to Switzerland. The house was locked before the soldiers left. Without a word Joseph got up and went out into the street.

My wife is Swiss. While he was cleaning the blade on his jersey. In spite of the rain which fell through the roof. But they got away with the van all the same. Krause said to him. A tyre was punctured and one of the Nazi soldiers was hit in the arm.

If you want to go on searching. A small ragged boy sat watching him keenly. Did you never make any plans? Did you never fix a meeting place? To their grandparents' home. If ever you see Ruth or Edek or Bronia. After a while. Then he realized that he was too small for Edek.

Bronia is the youngest -. Ruth is the eldest -. This is my place. After a while Joseph said. He looked again at the boy's sandwich and saw it was one that Mrs.

Krause had given him that morning. He walked over and stroked the kitten. But Joseph noticed that the boy had listened carefully and seemed to be storing up everything in the back of his mind.

For a moment Joseph thought it was his son. The boy pouted and hugged the wooden box under his arm. The boy shrugged his shoulders. Under one arm he had a wooden box. He's just mine. He put his hand into his pocket. He popped it into. His eyes were shrewdly summing Joseph up.

Then Edek. Tell them I'm going to Switzerland to find their mother. Tell them to follow as soon as they can. But before he could grab it back. Where's the best place? One of them was a goods train. But he was there. They came to the railway and followed the track past the station to a large bend. The nights are bitter. Would there be a goods train passing that way tonight?

Joseph thought he could jump it without danger. But the boy could run and talk and point out the landmarks and stuff food into his mouth and the cat's. He jumped up and began running. That is what happens to those who jump trains. Your hair will be white with frost.

Joseph tried to find out something about this extraordinary boy. He looked at the boy watching. I don't want to walk all the way. I must risk it. And when the Nazis find you. I'm starting off for Switzerland tonight. Joseph had a job to keep up with him. Chapter 5 The Goods Train Joseph did not expect the boy to keep his appointment with him in the morning.

But his hands went straight through and came out into the daylight. What was his name? Where did he live? But the boy would tell him nothing.

I'm so small I can wriggle under the barbed wire. You've some appetite. I must wait for a goods train. They almost ran into another patrol. There's plenty in the bakehouse there. He looked at the cat. Joseph said. Too fast for me. The long carriages clanked into the darkness. He knew where his sandwiches were now. And if--" He broke off suddenly. Take them -. They came to the bend where Joseph intended to jump. A train clattered by.

He looked closer and saw that the boy's ragged shirt was stuffed with long loaves. He didn't see him again till after dark. As they sat there waiting. I run so fast the soldiers can never catch me. Where did you get all that lot from? The boy was waiting for him at the bottom of the street. Patrol coming. It was drizzling.

Then they hurried by the back ways to the railway. If the Nazi patrols see us. The warehouse was littered with broken glass and charred timber. But the boy knew the ruins better than the patrol. It was open to the sky except at one corner. Under this they sheltered from the wet. The drops danced on the roof. Jan did not see him jump. Under his arm he hugged the wooden box. He hurried away through the dark streets. God bless you. Jan was soon soaked to the skin. They crouched down beside the main track.

A hospital train. At last. I don't tell anybody my name -. It was almost as wet as he was and hardly warm at all. Last of all. A train came along -. Then the shrill note of a whistle. But Jan insisted on going with him. And he thought of the silver sword inside. One by one the heavy. It was raining heavily now. Whatever happens.

He had tucked the grey cat inside his jacket. Darkness swallowed him. I will tell you. He was undoing the wooden box. Remember your promise. I shall not forget you. And it will bring you luck.

Just Jan. By the light of a signal lamp they saw red crosses painted on the carriages. The drizzle turned to heavy rain. But because you gave me the sword and I didn't borrow it. Except for an occasional blur where one had worn thin.

The blinds were down. The first few trucks rumbled slowly past. The boy ignored the question. In the ceiling was a small trapdoor that led into the attic. With the butt of his rifle he broke down the door and ran down to his sisters. Hidden between the water tank and the felt jacket round it was his rifle. He dared not shoot in case he hit his mother.

Krause said true? Had they taken his wife away? Had they returned and blown up the house with the children in it? This is what happened. He jumped out of bed and turned the handle. He was asleep when the Nazi soldiers broke into the house. His first shot hit a soldier in the arm. It was loaded. Chapter 6 The Night of the Storm Troopers What had happened to Joseph's family that night over a year ago when the Nazi storm troopers called at the schoolhouse?

Was what Mrs. With the next two shots Edek aimed at the tyres. He had to wait till she was in the van and the doors were being closed. Quietly he removed it. They were locked in. One punctured the rear wheel. The noise in the room below had stopped. Only the effort to comfort Bronia kept her from losing control. A ladder lay between his bed and the wall. Edek's room was on the top floor.

The door was locked. Ruth and Bronia were asleep in the bedroom next to their mother's. In his mother's room the men were rapping out orders. Two storm troopers were taking his mother down the steps. He burst open the door. Bronia was sitting up in bed and Ruth was trying to calm her. Then he lay down with his ear to the floor and listened.

Howling won't help. Looking out of the window into the street. He was a member of the Boys' Rifle Brigade and had used it in the siege of Warsaw. That night there was an inch of snow on the roofs of Warsaw.

She was almost as distraught herself. He shouted and banged on it with his fists. His other shots went wide. He took it out and quickly climbed down to his room. Quietly Edek lifted the window sash till it was half open. I can hear them coming. We'd never get Bronia over. It doesn't matter if you slip. Ruth handed Bronia up to him. We shall all be killed.

He reached back and hauled Ruth up after him. When they were all up in the attic. There was no time for Ruth to dress properly. With some difficulty she dressed Bronia. The bitterly cold air made her gasp. After a few moments' rest. I heard the whistle.

Edek made a dash for it. But they could hear shouting. She put on a coat over her nightdress and wound a woollen scarf round Bronia. Be quick -. There's only one way -. And don't look down. She was speechless with terror. He was wearing his father's thick overcoat over his pyjamas. The roof ridge lay between them and the street.

They took shelter in the cellar of a bombed house. Luckily for them. The roof shook. A sheet of fire leapt up from their home into the frosty night sky.

Smoke and flames poured from the windows.

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On and on they hurried. They must have gone fully a hundred yards when the first explosion shook the air. They fell flat in the snow and lay there. They did not stop till the fire was far away and the pale winter dawn was breaking. Even so. Sparks showered into the darkness. Another explosion. But she learned gradually. Chapter 7 Winter and Summer Homes They made their new home in a cellar at the other end of the city.

Ever since her little fist had been able to hold a pencil. Sometimes they stole from the Nazis or scrounged from their garbage bins. Though they went many times to ask. Ruth was slower to adapt herself to the new life. Everyone over twelve had to register. The curtains made good sheets.

They had tunnelled their way into it. When they asked the Polish Council of Protection about their mother. On wet days they could be used over the hole in the wall to keep the rain out. They had no pencils or paper.

From the street it looked like a rabbit's burrow in a mound of rubble. At first. War had made Edek sharp and self-reliant for his years. Nobody could say which part of Germany. Here they lived for the rest of that winter and the following spring. Whenever possible they ate at the soup kitchens which Polish Welfare had set up. On the far side there was a hole in the lower part of the wall. They quickly made their new home as comfortable as they could.

The mattress he gave to Ruth and Bronia. With bricks from the rubble he built a wall to divide the cellar into two rooms. He stole blankets from a Nazi supply dump. Ruth and Bronia had green Polish ration cards and were allowed to draw the small rations that the Nazis allowed. He had not dared to apply for one.

Bronia drew what she saw. They saw nothing wrong in stealing from their enemies. Sometimes they begged at a nearby convent. She saw that Edek was always cheerful -. So Ruth encouraged her to go on drawing now. Food was not easy to find. She remembered that Bronia had always loved drawing. Edek had no ration card.

She knew she must get out of the habit of leaving all the practical details to him. Soon the walls were covered with pictures of people queueing outside the soup kitchen and of children playing hide and seek among the ruins. One thing she could do was to make Bronia less miserable. With floorboards he made two beds.

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When she ran out of stories. It was called Biedronka. It was cold at night out in the open. In the early summer they left the city and went to live in the woods outside. If only they were patient and trustful like Daniel. The grubby finger marks showed that other families had seen it before them. They enjoyed it just as a story. She invited other lost children. Next time she went she was given slates and chalk and a pocket Bible.

They could run about freely and hold their classes under the trees. Here they would sit in a long line. She made them speak out clearly. Next came reading and writing. There were plenty of other families to play with. Up they shot from their rabbits' warren into the sunlight. But there was only room for twelve. She remembered a picture of Daniel that her mother had once given her. Unable to display preview.

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