Arnaldur Indridason: Silence Of The Grave

"They had no way of telling how he knew. It was a very secret romance. We don't know how my stepfather found out."

"And the child. .?"

"They didn't know she was pregnant."

Erlendur and Elinborg remained silent for some time while they pondered Mikkelina's words.

"And Tomas?" Erlendur asked. "What happened to him?"

"Tomas is dead now. He only lived to be 52. Divorced twice. Had three children, boys. I don't have any contact with them."

"Why not?" Erlendur asked.

"He was like his father."

"How?"

"He had a miserable life."

"Excuse me?"

"It made him like his father."

"You mean. .?" Elinborg gave Mikkelina a searching look.

"Violent. Beat his wife. Beat his children. Drank."

"His relationship with your stepfather? Was it. .?"

"We don't know," Mikkelina said. "I don't think so. I hope not. I try not to think about it."

"What did your stepfather mean by what he said from the grave? 'Please!' Was he asking her to help him? Was he asking for mercy?"

"We discussed that a lot, Mum and I, and she had an explanation that satisfied her and satisfied me."

"What was that?"

"Grimur knew who he was."

"I don't follow," Erlendur said.

"Grimur knew who he was, and I think he knew, deep down inside, the reason he was like that, although he never mentioned it. We know he'd had a tough childhood. He was a little boy once and he must have had some link with that boy, some part of his soul that called out to him. Even when he was at his worst and his rage knew no bounds, that little boy shouted at him to stop."

"Your mother was an incredibly brave woman," Elinborg said.

"May I talk to him?" Erlendur asked after a short silence.

"You mean Simon?" Mikkelina said.

"Is it okay? If I go in and see him? Alone?"

"He's never talked about those incidents. Not in all this time. Mum thought it was best to act as if none of it had ever happened. After she died I tried to get Simon to open himself up, but I could tell at once that it was hopeless. It's as if he only has memories from afterwards. Like everything else has vanished. But he will say the occasional sentence if I press him. Otherwise he's totally closed. He belongs to a different, more peaceful world that he's created for himself."

"Do you mind?" Erlendur said.

"It's fine as far as I'm concerned," Mikkelina said.

Erlendur stood up, went into the hallway and down the corridor. Most of the doors to the rooms were open. He saw Simon sitting on the edge of his bed, looking out of the window. Erlendur knocked on the door and Simon looked round.

"May I join you?" Erlendur said, waiting for permission to enter.

Simon looked at him, nodded, turned back to the window and went on looking out.

Although there was a chair at the desk, Erlendur sat down on the bed beside Simon. Some photographs were on the desk. Erlendur recognised Mikkelina and thought that an elderly woman in one of them could have been their mother. He reached out and picked it up. The woman was sitting at a table in the kitchen, in a thin nylon dressing gown with a coloured pattern on it, which many women of her age wore at that time, and she smiled a tight, enigmatic smile at the camera. Simon was sitting beside her, laughing. Erlendur thought it might have been taken in Mikkelina's kitchen.

"Is that your mother?" he asked Simon.

Simon looked at the photograph.

"Yes. That's Mum. She's dead."

"I know."

Simon looked out of the window again and Erlendur put the photograph back on the desk. They sat in silence for a while.

"What are you looking at?" Erlendur asked.

"Mum told me everything was all right," Simon said, still looking out of the window.

"It is all right," Erlendur said.

"Are you going to take me away?"

"No, I'm not going to take you anywhere. I just wanted to meet you."

"Perhaps we could be friends."

"Definitely," Erlendur said.

They sat in silence and now both of them looked out of the window.

"Did you have a good father?" Simon suddenly asked.

"Yes," Erlendur said. "He was a good man."

They fell silent.

"Will you tell me about him?" Simon said eventually.

"Yes, some time I will tell you about him," Erlendur said. "He. ."

Erlendur paused.

"What?"

"He lost his son."

They stared out of the window.

"There's just one thing I want to know," Erlendur said.

"What's that?" Simon said.

"What was her name?"

"Who?"

"Your mother."

"Why do you want to know?"

"Mikkelina has told me about her, but never what her name was."

"Her name was Margret."

"Margret."

At that moment Mikkelina appeared in the doorway and when Simon saw her he stood up and went to her.

"Did you bring me any berries?" he asked. "Did you bring any redcurrants?"

"I'll bring some berries in the autumn," Mikkelina said. "This autumn. I'll bring you some berries then."

At that very moment a small tear began to form in one of Eva Lind's eyes as she lay motionless in the gloom of intensive care. It grew into a large drop that ran slowly out of the corner of her eye, down her face, under her oxygen mask and across her lips.

A few minutes later she opened her eyes.