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Authors: Bodie Thoene,Brock Thoene

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But this morning, she felt none of that. There was no spark at seeing his eager smile. She smiled back as she slid toward him, and she waved a ski pole in greeting, but her heart did not race as she had once dreamed it would. She did not fall into his waiting arms or kiss him and let one kiss soothe away the hurt of his betrayal. She was free of Thomas von Kleistmann as she had not been since they were children playing together, as she had not been since they had been intimate beside the Spree River one summer night long ago.

He walked toward her with his arms out and embraced her as she stopped. She returned his embrace dispassionately, and when he continued to hold her tightly and whisper her name, she let her arms drop.

“Hello, Thomas,” she said matter-of-factly. The smell of bay rum on his skin did not make her head spin.

“Elisa, darling”—Thomas rushed on, oblivious to her restrained tone—“I reserved a room for us.”

She pushed him away firmly. “I did not come here to sleep.”

He looked confused, hurt by her manner. “Neither did I.” He moved toward her again.

She gave him an icy glare, then knelt to unstrap her skis. “I did not come here to make love either!”

He knelt beside her. “You have every right to be angry with me . . . I know. I’ve been terrible. Life has been terrible. But now we can be married, and—”

She kicked her feet free of the skis, and snow hit Thomas in the face. “You’re wrong about that,” she said, surprised at the determination in her voice. None of his tricks, none of the sweet words would work anymore. “I’m here because I need something from you. Not your love, not physical intimacy—although there was a time when I would have done anything for that.”

“You don’t have to do anything. I’ve realized—”

“So have I. It’s taken me a long time, Thomas, but I’ve realized a lot of things too.” She propped her skis next to his. “You say you have a room.”

“Yes. I . . . I thought . . .”

“You were mistaken, Thomas,” she said curtly. “I am here because I have heard that my father is alive. I need your help—your influence. I don’t want anything else. But on the honor you have prized above all else, you owe me—and my father—something.”

***

 

The chalet was permeated with the aroma of frying sausages and eggs. The clerk at the desk looked knowingly at them as they walked up the stairs to the room Thomas had rented.

“This is a safe place.” Thomas locked the door behind them. A roaring fire crackled in the fireplace. Elisa stood in front of it to dry her damp clothes. She did not look at the massive bed or at Thomas, who still gazed at her longingly. “I should not be so eager, Elisa. I know. I have abused your love badly.”

Elisa’s eyes flashed angrily. “I tell you, I didn’t come here to talk about our relationship or what you could have done differently. Nothing can change that, and the truth is, I simply don’t care anymore. I am past it, Thomas. All I care about is my father.” She pulled out the crumpled file from beneath her sweater and tossed it onto the bed.

“I know how difficult it must be for you to respect me after—”

“You want to earn my respect?” she snapped, wishing that she could maintain a cool reserve, but suddenly finding that it had vanished. “Read that!” She jerked her head toward the file. “Then
do something
about it.”

He blanched, as though she had slapped him across the face. In a way her challenge
was
a slap—to startle him into the realization that winning her back was not simply a matter of a promise of marriage, a bed, and a fire in the fireplace. He hesitated, then picked up the file. Opening it, he sank slowly to the edge of the bed as he read all the details of Theo’s escape and saw his own name mentioned in the report as well. And Theo was
alive
! In Dachau, but as of ten days ago, he was still alive.

“Where did you get this?” His voice was ominous; he recognized that such a file could be obtained only under great risk.

“None of your business.”

“What are you involved in, Elisa?” he demanded.

“I want my father home.”

“Elisa, do you know what it means to have such a file?”

“Do you know what it means to know my father is rotting away in Dachau?”

“I let him escape,” he said defensively.

“And they caught him when his plane was forced down. You did nothing.”

“I didn’t know. Canaris said he had been killed. I thought—”

“If I can find out the truth, why can’t you?”

He stared helplessly at the pages of the document. “I . . . I just don’t know what the truth is anymore.” He shook his head and looked at her pleadingly. “I thought, hoped, that what we once had was true.”

“If it had been anything more than lust, Thomas, you could not have let me go.”

He gazed at her. There was truth in her words. But he hadn’t really known what love was then. “I had to live without you before I knew how empty my life was.”

“And I had to live without you before I found how full life could be.” Her answer cut him, and he winced with the sting of it.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, seeming embarrassed now by the bed and the flickering firelight. “How can I prove to you—make you love me again?”

“I won’t love you again.” Her words were firm.

He stood and walked toward her, pulling her to him and kissing her as she struggled against him. Again and again he kissed her until she simply accepted his kisses without response. When her coldness finally penetrated his consciousness, he pushed her aside. “What has happened to you?”

“My heart now belongs to someone else. It isn’t yours to command anymore.”

“And now
you
command
my
heart,” he said miserably. “Tell me what you want. You loved me once. I can make you love me again.” For an instant she shivered, as if she could read his thoughts.

“Not that way,” she warned. “I will never love you if you force me—never.”

The thought evidently left as quickly as it had appeared, and he was a contrite little boy again. He sat down and put his head in his hands. “Forgive me,” he whispered. “I have thought of nothing but you since—since I let you go away. Nothing but you.”

She did not answer him for a long time. “My father loved you like a son, Thomas. I—” She thought of all the good times they had shared together. He had been her friend before they had fallen in love. She had always loved him in one way or another, and now she softened in the face of his abject misery.

“Theo Lindheim is the only father I ever knew. Elisa, believe me, if I had known any of this. . . . You can see that I am implicated in the escape. Of course I saw him go. I couldn’t help
except
by letting him go, but surely you see that I love him too.” He began to weep softly. He had lost everything. “I thought if I stayed, I could make a difference.”

She did not dare move to touch him or comfort him. But she softened her voice. “If you can contact the right people in Germany, we can pay to ransom him.”

“I simply didn’t know that he was still alive—in that hole! Do you believe me, Elisa? I didn’t want any of this. I never wanted to give you up! I thought it would all blow over. But every day it gets worse. If only you knew! If only I could tell you what I’ve been doing.” He wondered if telling her of his secret missions as liaison between the German High Command and the English foreign minister would change her mind about him.

“My father is alive,” she replied. “If you love him, if you love me as you say you do, then give me some hope! Tell me you’ll talk to them about him.”

“Yes. Of course.” He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “Even if you give me no hope of ever—” He could not finish. “Just tell me you can forgive me.” He held out his arms to her and almost automatically she moved toward him to embrace him.

She stroked his hair.
Poor Thomas
. “Yes. We were always friends before. I almost forgot that. I loved you from the time we were children playing on the swings; you bailed out and broke your ankle. Remember?”

He gave a short laugh. “And you were my nurse. A little tyrant! Always warning me, telling me what to do.” His words were muffled as he buried his face in the nape of her neck. “Tell me what to do now, Elisa. I will do it. Anything—just tell me.”

She was suddenly sad that everything had gone so wrong between them. Of course, it would have been so easy to simply blame the world and Hitler and the darkness. But there was no use in looking for blame. Neither of them had been able to see beyond their passion. They had forgotten the simple things, the everyday things that had once made them fast friends. Now they were different people. Elisa was someone else, at any rate, and she felt that her future would lead her far away from this man who longed to hold her forever.

She looked up into his face and smiled gently. “I haven’t had breakfast yet. Shall we bring it upstairs? Then we can talk together like when we were children making secret plans. And we’ll decide what to do.”

***

 

Leah tossed the small packet onto Elisa’s table as the kettle shrieked on the stove. “I’m glad it went so easily for you,” Leah said cautiously, testing Elisa’s willingness to participate in yet another venture.

“You’re glad.” Elisa caught the question in her friend’s voice and stood poised with the teakettle in her hand. “And what else?”

“And”—Leah sat down and shoved the packet toward Elisa—“this.”

“I am too tired to play guessing games.” Elisa did not even pour the water into her cup. Her legs still ached from the journey to the Ruppen-Alp. Her mind was swimming with thoughts about her father and Thomas and the children—faceless children with nowhere to go. “So tell me what you want, Leah. Why have you stayed up waiting for me half the night? I can barely see straight. Just tell me what you want to tell me; then let me go to bed, will you?”

Leah looked tired too. She smiled a half smile and unwrapped the packet. Two passports spilled out onto the table—fresh, clean, official passports with the seal of Czechoslovakia embossed on the front.

Elisa’s first thought was that these were the papers for the children she had just carted off to the Tyrol. She groaned. The three could have gone directly to Prague and saved her a trip.

Leah flipped open the front cover and revealed photos of two very young children. One, Elisa guessed, was about two. The other was an infant. Residence was noted as Prague, and their names were Maxmillian Linder and Celeste Linder. Elisa was listed as their mother and Pietr Linder as their father.

Elisa gasped and stared at the writing on the document. “
Me
?” she cried. “What is this, Leah?” She laughed and pitched the passports back at her unsmiling friend.

“It was a decision we had to make while you were gone.”


What decision
?” Elisa wished that Leah would have waited until morning to spring this on her.

“Their real parents”—Leah opened the passports so that the cherubic faces of the children looked in on the conversation—“are Zionist activists.”

“Like you.”

“No.” Leah studied her to measure the effect of her words. “They are in Germany. Munich, to be precise. Their days may be numbered. If they are arrested, the sort of confinement Germany offers would be fatal to the children.”

Elisa rested her cheek on her hand. “I’m so tired,” she whispered. “I am dead on my feet and you approach me like I am a cat about to spring and run away. Just talk plainly to me, Leah, or I may throw you out of the apartment.”

Leah drew herself up. “All right. We need you to go to Munich to get the children. And then to take them to a safe house in Prague.”

“Go back to Germany again?” Swastikas and barking SS men swarm before her eyes.

“Yes. For the sake of two children.”

Elisa studied the faces and names of the children. “Linder. Little Linder-kinder. My mother will be so proud to have grandchildren. I am happy to see they are not born out of wedlock. My husband’s name is Pietr? Is he handsome, Leah?”

“Are you telling me you’ll go?” Leah looked confused by the punchy banter.

“Yes. Anything. Only let me sleep awhile first.”

“Tomorrow afternoon, then? You are cleared for five days from the orchestra. We’re only doing small chamber pieces. We don’t need you right now, anyway.”

“That makes me feel even better,” Elisa remarked dryly as she stood and stumbled out of the kitchen, kicked off her shoes, and fell into bed with her clothes still on.

***

 

The risk of returning to Germany under a false passport and carrying illegal documents did not fully occur to Elisa until the train passed from Austrian soil onto Germany’s frontier. She relived the horror of her escape from Germany the year before as men and women in uniforms and trench coats swarmed onto the cars. But Elisa raised her chin and looked as though she were above the fear that seemed to course through the other passengers.

Throughout the trip, she sat next to a young woman whose Aryan pedigree was impeccable. Her papers were in order, and yet she was ordered off the train and strip-searched simply because she had the dark hair and eyes and looks defined by the Nazi investigators as “Jewish.” The young woman did not return to her seat.

If the searches going into Germany are so thorough, she wondered, what will it be like coming out of the country?

“You are Czech?” asked the officer.

Elisa was suddenly intimidated by the question. Would he not recognize that her accent was that of a Berliner? She had spent a good deal of time in Prague. The best she could do was imitate the high German accent of the Germans who lived in isolation in Prague. “German,” she answered. “But born in Czechoslovakia. As so many of our people.”

“Aha!” He smiled at her answer. She was
racially
Aryan, and he accepted her reply. “Yes. You speak very well. We see quite a few Germans from Czechoslovakia . . . the Sudetenland, who speak a Slavic tongue as well.” He rocked on his heels in a self-satisfied way. “Natural, I suppose. Do you? Do you speak a Slavic language?”

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