"The little boy clings to her, his tiny hands tied around her neck, his face nestled in her bosom. The mother holds him tightly in her embrace, breathing in his breaths with longing and waiting for a moment. A moment for her last glance, her last tear, her last words.
"My son... My eagle..."
Just a moment before she throws herself into the abyss".
Souliot women, Morait women, cunning mothers, enslaved figures but also figures who have grown fierce, throwing themselves into an unspeakable struggle to change their chained fate.
In Souli and Ioannina, in Morias and Psara, in Roumeli and Missolonghi, the moment of uprising arrives, the hour of the Revolution. This is when this novel begins, when the downtrodden take up arms and raise their spirits and stature against the powerful oppressor.
Leggo, Simo, Despo, Nikola, Argyro, and alongside them the Kolokotronis, the Tzavelas, Androutsos, Karaiskakis, the armed Klephts and the apostles of the Filiki Eteria, the fire starters and the captains. Heroes and heroines of our people who were baptized once in oil for their faith and once in blood for their homeland.
This is their struggle.
This is our History.