An enchanting book, which proves that the author of How Green Was My Valley needs the magic of his native Wales to spark his talent. This is a ""tale of smuggling in the time of scarlet capes and the red tricorne."" Napoleon's fleet hung off the rugged coast of Wales. The Welsh were beset with excisers seeking smugglers, with the British demanding their rights of suzerainty. To this Lady Sara, gently born and reared in a Belgian convent, returns and finds herself more than heir to her father's tartar spirit and her grandmother's fire and zest. She finds too that where love enters in, she must choose for herself. There are stormy passages as Sara finds her own way, organizes the rabble of women to stand up to the men, and wins all her battles. And there's a rowdy quality of rebellious people in a story which has a unique background. Not quite the passion, or the grandeur of How Green Was My Valley, but a fine entertainment which excuses the books in between.