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BLACK NARCISSUS
 Through
the cool, bright air of the Himalayan mountains near Darjeeling, the old
Palace shines like a pale jewel.
In the days when it was the General's 'harem' palace, ladies with their
retinues and rich clothes could be seen walking on the high windy terraces.
At night, music floated out over villages and gorges far into the early
hours. Now the General's son has bestowed it upon the disciplined Sisters
of Mary.
 Beginning
work in the orchards and opening a school and a dispensary for the mountain
people, the small band of Sisters are dependent for help on the English
agent Mr Dean. But his charm and insolent candour are disconcerting. When
he says bluntly 'This is no place for a nunnery', it is as if he already
knows their destiny. . . |
Through
the cool, bright air of the Himalayan mountains near Darjeeling, the old
Palace shines like a pale jewel.
