Daughters of the Night Sky(67)

I looked over to Vanya, who blanched visibly at the doctor’s pronouncement.

“Very good, Doctor,” I whispered.

“That’s the way. Now get all the rest you can. I’ll be back in the morning to check your dressing.”

When the doctor’s footsteps faded into silence, Vanya reclaimed my hand. “The only place I could get help was a military hospital. They wouldn’t treat you if you weren’t enlisted. I had to show them your real papers.”

The drab-green uniform jacket and slacks he wore said all I needed to hear. There would be no second attempt at an escape. My heart ached for him, but I felt a sort of relief. Now I would go where I was needed. But then in rushed the fear, which was just as quickly overwhelmed by my disgust with myself for aching to flee my duty. Round and round I went, the morphine spinning me into a blur.

Seeing me stare at his uniform, Vanya nodded. “They wouldn’t have let me anywhere near here without showing my rank.”

“When?”

“In the morning. It was all I could manage—I don’t think they fully believed my cover, but they’re in no hurry to execute an officer at the moment.”

I closed my eyes against the words. How much he’d risked to bring me here.

“I told them I was taking you home,” he whispered. He didn’t add the words that I knew were waiting so eagerly at his lips: Make it true. Please go back to Miass as soon as you’re able.

I stroked the too-prominent ridge of his cheekbone. Thank you for not asking me.

“I’m so sorry, Katyushka,” he whispered in my ear. “All I ever wanted was to keep you safe.”

“I know, my love. Perhaps this is all as it should be.”

“No, darling. None of it is. But we have to see it out to the end now.”

“We will,” I said, summoning all the confidence I felt, and more than a little I manufactured. “Fly smart, my love. You once gave me that advice—keep up your end of the bargain.”





CHAPTER 20


October 1943, Sorties: 456

Vanya took the news of my return to the front with his usual stoicism. His letter said that he understood my decision, that he was proud of my dedication and of my promotion. Captain Soloneva. I’d been back only a few days, and while my return was greeted with cheer, there was a darkness in the eyes of my sisters in arms that hadn’t been there before. They had seen some horrific battles in my absence. I kept my own betrayal to myself. They didn’t need the burden of knowing how close I’d come to deserting them.

We stood today as General Chernov awarded our regiment a new honor: we were now the Forty-Sixth Taman Guards for our work protecting the Taman Peninsula. We smiled for the cameras, and a few of us gave words, but the mood was subdued. Sofia and Taisiya’s absence, and that of our other fallen comrades, was acutely obvious in everyone’s faces.

The women sat and enjoyed their meal, the conversation pleasant but not lively.

“I’m glad you decided to come back,” Oksana said to me, pulling me aside. “How’s the side?”

“Fair enough,” I said. “It aches in the rain, but I expect it always will. Nothing that will cause any real troubles.”

“Glad to hear it,” she said. “I was worried you’d scurry back to safety once you got a taste of life away from the front.”

“I nearly did. My husband asked me to. Invoked my mother’s wishes, even.”

“Then why did you come back?”

“Your telegram, not to put too fine a point on it,” I said, taking a sip of the warm tea as a restorative against the chilly winds of early winter that licked at our cheeks.

“I hope I didn’t incite you to do something against your will,” she said, her piercing gray-blue eyes probing mine.

“No. I don’t think I really could have gone home, no matter how happy it might have made Vanya or Mama. Taisiya and I worked too hard to get here to leave before the end.”

“Brava,” Oksana said without a trace of irony. “And you accept my offer? You’ll serve as my second in command?”

“Yes, though I’m surprised. You have more-experienced navigators, not to mention pilots, at your disposal.”

“But they aren’t you,” she said. “I have all the tactical skills Sofia imparted to me, I can confer with others, but I need you to help me with the women. I can manage battles and strategy, but I can do nothing for morale. Sofia had the gift—she could manage both—but I know I don’t have her way with people. Can you help me with that?”

I nodded and lifted my tea, clinking cups with Oksana. “Whatever you need, Major. One condition, though.”

“And what might that be?”

“I assume you’re flying your own plane. You have to take me on as your navigator.”

“I’ll give you your own plane,” Oksana said without a moment’s hesitation. “You’ve earned it a dozen times over. Though most of the women here have as well.”

“No. If I’m to help you out on the ground, we have to learn to work together. I don’t think there’s any better way for you and me to get to know one another than in the air.”

“You’re right,” she said. “I do better in the air.”