Chapter 15
In Greek mythology, the goddess Iris sped messages to the gods on the rainbow’s arc. Her flower bears no perfume, but steam distillation of the root, or rhizome, yields orris, a precious essence that smells of candle wax, but its impression in perfume is powdery, silvery green, violet-like—a prize of the perfumer’s palette. How I wish I could summon the goddess to carry my message to those I love. –DB
8 July, 1940 - Paris, France
The voice behind her was a mere whisper. “Pardon, Madame von Hoffman?”
Danielle nearly jumped with fright, but she’d learned to contain her reactions in Poland. It had taken weeks to return to France. Travel routes were circuitous, as many border crossings were closed. The web of Resistance fighters had led her by foot over moonlit trails for much o
