AN EPIC NOVEL FROM IRELAND'S PAST. A complete and stand-alone novel, as well being Book 3 of "The Liberty Trilogy." The continuing story of Michael Dwyer, which began in book one, Fire on the Hill. *** They thought they had killed him - on the same winter night his friend Sam McAllister had been shot dead on the hillside of Derrynamuck - they had chased Michael and seen a trail of his blood in the snow. Oh yes, the young rebel captain was dead and gone, and would cause no further trouble to them - the hated militia who raped and burned houses at will and treated the people of Wicklow like some dirt that kept getting under their boots. Desperate for his protection from the militia's brutality, only the people refused to believe that Michael Dwyer was dead. To them he was like a prince - aye, a prince, same as a king's son' - and if Michael had been killed, all his friends would have been in mourning, but they were not. Too many times they had seen the small, secret smiles of Michael's friends when the militia gloated over his death. And then there was Mary - his beautiful Mary who had adored him - why was she not looking in any way heart-broken? Why was she just carrying on with her life as normal? No, the people concluded, Michael was not dead - injured maybe, a whole lot of bullets had flown towards him that night at Derrynamuck - but he had been dodging bullets for years and not one had ever reached him. No, only the stupid militia would believe that Michael had been defeated - the whole dumb pack of them.