"Fear is a terrible thing. It feeds on itself. It grows out of all proportion to the thing that is feared. It must be faced time and time and time again but it never actually goes away. That's the real terror of war. The incessant gnawing fear. And all the acts of bravery and courage that have gone before never make up for the moment when fear gets the better of you and you surrender to blind consuming, soul destroying panic." Sir James' face was grim as he started into the fire and forced his mind to relive the memory of those dark days."It's a terrible thing to, to abandon and betray a friend and comrade. A friend in desperate need." he whispered, his eyes clouding as once more he walked the devastated lands of Normandy. Like a Ghost from the past, the meaning of the vendetta against the Makepeace family slowly emerges. Death, despair and, finally hope, frame a story of betrayal, revenge and redemption.