Chapter 1 THE HOME FARM   Paulus perched on the roof, watching the dust swirl in the distance.  Something or someone was galloping to their lonely farm.  He slid down the tiles and raced up the hill to meet the horseman. “Son,” said a quivery voice, “I’ve missed you.” Paulus stammered, “G…ood morning sir.”  He had a flash of memory of his father leaving for war five years before.  He had been tall and dressed in a golden breastplate with plumes in his helmet. Could this really be Father?  An old man with bleary eyes and sunken cheeks wearing a helmet trailing tattered ribbons? Then Paulus’ Mother came, screaming, “Husband,…