In memory of Jon

The never daunted trier and Mentor, friend and husband

One shaft of sunlight to a captive brought
All problems of an enraged sun to naught.
Cupped trembling hands these minute prisms held,
Expelling all except the joy it spelled.
This union with the living air
Is more than counted years not breathed before.
If chosen, sight and feeling can survive
Transforming time and place, each day alive.

Aged 19. From a Polish dungeon.

Jon Inglis l920 - 1989.

SEASON OF THE BUTTERFLY - Contents

Prologue

PART ONE

• Chapter one - Outside apprenticeship
• Chapter two - Working and talking
• Chapter three - Unscheduled journey
• Chapter four - Here, there, and everywhere
• Chapter five - Colder and colder

PART TWO

• Chapter six - The assault
• Chapter seven - Gaol bird
• Chapter eight - Knightsbridge
• Chapter nine - Dismissal and dosser Arthur
• Chapter ten - Movements in summertime

PART THREE

• Chapter eleven - The attack
• Chapter twelve - Bereft
• Chapter thirteen - The proposition
• Chapter fourteen - The Ace of Spades