Craine and Malkia built a close knit relationship with each other. In their letters, Malkia always asked about her father only to receive silence and an answer from Tyndall. Her brother wanted to break the silence, but he was warned by his father that he would be similarly expelled from the family and shunned if he tried it. However, the two of them were true to their word and sent drawn plans of technical features of French, American, German, British planes, cannons, rifles, and the newly developed tank home to Da. They smuggled them out of the country in loaves of French bread, in the linings of sexy ladies nightwear, under the labels of French wine bottles, and in the linings of the cheapest paintings they could afford at the Louvre. This caused them problems after the war.
After the third battle of Ypre, the couple found that Malkia was pregnant. The Americans were about to enter the war and to dissolve Lafayette Escadrille. Saying goodbye to Rodin and the two commanders was hard, and they vowed to keep in touch.
Their homecoming was one of love and happiness. Moses could not show affection for his intransigent daughter. However, he did allow Mendel to run to her and give her a hug and a kiss, while tears came to his eyes, and he blew his nose into a red and white handkerchief which he had found in a field.
Moses could not ignore his daughter. He felt too much love for her. Besides, if God was indeed a loving God, He could not expect him to turn on his flesh and blood for marrying outside of the religion. He felt that the rejection was a repugnant and hypocritical act. Therefore, he reconciled with Malkia and Craine. He and Mendel joined Craine and the Mikawbers in building a house on a peripheral corner of Tyndall’s land. However, it was on the point closest to the Ornams’ property, and they remembered the burning of their home. Yet they did not remember that Tyndall wanted to spare human life, despite the lust for retaliation and that they had used fire first and put Craine in the hospital.
The house was built in 3 weeks. The couple was very happy and close to their families, which were rapidly blending into one family. They held Shabbos at the Dolemans and Sundays at the Mikawbers. On Shabbos, Malkia was tired and wanted to stay at home and sleep. Craine put his ear and face to her belly to feel the baby and to hear its kicking. He kissed his wife goodbye and went to join his family at the Dolemans’
The Ornams picked this time to be lurking in the bushes with their incendiary equipment. Malkia just finished snuggling up to the warmth of her husband’s earlier presence and dozing off. She smelled kerosene and jumped out of bed suddenly. She saw flames. The door was barred by boulders placed against it. She couldn’t open the window and had to break it to get out through the broken glass.
Four hours later her family found her lying unconscious and bleeding. Tyndall rushed to get the wagon ready, and they got her to the hospital. She lived, and so did the baby, by a miracle. Craine was in a rage and vowed revenge. His fathers did not talk him out of it. Tyndall reported the attempt to the constable and went personally to the Ornams’ with Malkia, who identified Jesse, having seen him through the window. The constable was a Sinn Feiner and arranged an escape for Jesse from the jail in which he was being held for trial. He also happened to have tickets to New Zealand available for him. Craine found out about it and cornered the officer at his rounds at midnight so that he could not be seen at night. He was smart enough to wear black clothes and did not talk, for fear his voice would be recognized. He did not tell his family about this, and they did not know his whereabouts. He came up behind the constable, put him in a headlock, picked him up, and threw him in a garbage can. He then rolled the garbage can into a field where people walked their dogs and dumped a container of feces he accumulated throughout the day into the can. The exhausted constable fell asleep in the can and awoke next morning to an unusual aroma about himself. He was able to figure out what had happened, but he did not have any proof of who the culprit was although he knew who the family was.
Chapter 4
Two months later Malkia had a 26 inch boy of 12 lbs. He was named Patrick Tyndall Moses Mikawber. She had to lock Craine out of their house because he kept lining up behind his son to be breast fed and wouldn’t adhere to the six week period of abstinence post pregnancy. He began to spend time with the aeroplane his father and brothers had built from his directions and shipment of stolen parts. He wanted to fly by the Ornams and strafe their house, but he knew that the constable was still angry about being put in a garbage can full of feces and knew who did it. He observed that he had not forgotten the rockets and machine guns and reassured himself that a day would come.
The time was coming for Pat’s bris, and he had to go to shul with the Dolemans and his family. Afterwards they all went out to a restaurant, and Mendel suggested that he leave Pat’s foreskin as a tip for the waitress. Malkia kicked him under the table. She had the sweetest grin on her face when she did it. Brython started laughing, and everyone else joined in.
At one site there was no laughter going on. Jesse Ornam did not like the fact that the house was rebuilt and that Malkia and the baby survived. Though St. Pat was scraped off Delphious’ arse, he still had scars on his face where he was cut. The Mikawbers had to pay for that, as well as Craine’s betraying his nation and fighting in the Brits’ war. He never considered that Tyndall and his family wanted freedom from Britain as much as he did. Jesse also did not like the idea of Craine not converting to the right way to approach God, where he would’ve stood before his maker with a righteous soul. Instead, he gave himself to the Christ killer Jews. He spit on the ground when this crossed his mind. Too bad that his sheenie wife made it and brought another one of their unholy mess into the world. Next time his family would take them both off of the earth. They probably were the part of England that sucked the land and money out of Ireland.
Jesse was not silent about his rage, and Delphious helped spread his sick hate throughout the family. Their discussions at the dinner table became a forum for echoing the senseless anger that propelled them into violent thoughts. This was not enough for the dynamic duo of hatred, but they became loud and irrational at Sinn Fein meetings. The infection was spreading. After a couple months a plan was conceived. The Eastern Europeans made the Jews stay in their place. They kept them out of public office, kept them away from money, and made them pollute their own sections of towns and cities. Maybe Ireland ought to take up the cause of creating a Christian state.
Weapons and incendiary devices were cached, manufactured on the sly, cleaned, oiled, and stocked with ammo by the Ornam’s for two months. The buildup was extended to the Sinn Fein, and a considerable supply was being hoarded for the time of reckoning. This was not between the Ornams and Mikawbers, but directed towards getting England out of Ireland, along with their Protestant stooges. No attention was paid to the idea that the family was looking for the same freedom for their native land that Sinn Fein was, as were the small number of Jews that were in Eire. Prejudice and the small mindedness that comes from escalated anger seemed to be the dominant modes of thought of the day. The escalation that followed was to have devastating consequences.
The cache of weaponry was to begin the blast for Irish independence that lasted from 1919 to 1922 when a patchwork quilt of peace was to be knit between the two nations later to emerge as the terrorist acts of the militant Protestants, the militant Catholic followers that coined the phrase “Erin go Bragh,” as their voice of terror that spanned church attacks, attacks on innocent children and families, incarceration, hangings, and retaliation by starvation diets. Now the bloodletting would gain full expression.
The Ornam and other Sinn Fein families began to hold practice drills in the hand to hand combat that had punctuated the trench warfare of the “War to end all wars.” Of course the Prots saw what was coming and began to hold their own drills. The first attack assumed the shape of a pogrom. The Dolemans were attacked,