Juan Gomez-Jurado - The Traitor's emblem

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Understanding nothing of what he had just read, Paul unwrapped the object. It was a gold emblem of a two-headed eagle on a Teutonic cross diamond. The proportions weren’t right, and the materials a deliberate and insulting parody, but all the same Paul recognized the symbol immediately.

It was the emblem of a thirty-second-degree Mason.

Jurgen, what have you done?

“Gentlemen,” said Faber, gesturing toward him, “a round of applause for Baron von Schroeder, a man who, according to Herr Eichmann, has completed a task so important to the Reich that the Fuhrer himself had a unique decoration created specially for him.”

The soldiers applauded while a confused Paul made his way outside with the prisoner. Faber accompanied them, opening the door for him. He put something in Paul’s hand.

“The keys to the handcuffs, sir.”

“Thank you, Faber.”

“It’s been an honor, sir.”

As the car neared the exit, Manfred turned around slightly, his face drenched in sweat.

“What the hell took you so long?”

“Later, Manfred. Not till we’re out of here,” whispered Paul.

His hand searched for Alys’s, and she squeezed him back in silence. They remained like that until they had gotten through the gates.

“Alys,” he said at last, taking her chin, “you can relax. It’s only us.”

Finally she looked up. She was covered in bruises.

“I knew it was you the moment you grabbed my arm. Oh, Paul, I’ve been so afraid,” she said, resting her head on his chest.

“Are you all right?” said Manfred.

“Yes,” she replied weakly.

“Did that bastard do anything to you?” her brother asked. Paul hadn’t told him that Jurgen had boasted of having raped Alys brutally.

She hesitated a few moments before answering, and when she did, she avoided Paul’s gaze.

“No.”

No one will ever know, Alys, thought Paul. And I’ll never let you find out that I know.

“That’s just as well. In any case, you’ll be pleased to know that Paul killed the son of a bitch. You don’t know how far this man has gone to get you out of there.”

Alys looked at Paul, and suddenly she understood what the plan had entailed and just how much he had sacrificed. She raised her hands, still cuffed, and lifted off the patch.

“Paul!” she cried, holding back a sob. She put her arms around him.

“Hush… don’t say a thing.”

Alys fell silent. And then the sirens started howling.

61

“What the hell is going on here?” Manfred asked.

He had fifty feet to go before he reached the camp’s exit when a siren went off. Paul looked through the back window of the car and saw several soldiers running away from the guardhouse they’d just left. Somehow they’d figured out that he was an imposter and rushed to close the exit’s heavy metal door.

“Step on it! Get there before he closes it!” Paul yelled at Manfred, who instantly bit down hard and tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he slammed the gas pedal. The car shot forward like a bullet and the guard dove aside just as the car barreled through the metal door with a mighty crash. Manfred’s forehead bounced off the steering wheel, but he managed to keep the car under control.

The guard by the gate drew his pistol and opened fire. The back window shattered into a million pieces.

“Whatever you do, don’t head toward Munich, Manfred! Stay off the main road!” Paul yelled as he shielded Alys from the flying glass. “Take the detour we saw on the way up.”

“Are you nuts?” Manfred said. He’d crouched low in his seat and could barely see where he was going. “We have no idea where that road leads! And what about-”

“We can’t risk them catching us,” Paul said, interrupting him.

Manfred nodded and swerved hard at the detour, heading down a dirt road that disappeared into the darkness. Paul pulled his brother’s Luger out of the holster. It seemed like a lifetime had gone by since he’d taken it from the stable. He checked the magazine: it had only eight rounds. If they were being followed, this wouldn’t get them far.

Just then, a pair of headlights broke the darkness behind them and they heard the crack of a pistol and the rat-tat-tat of a machine gun. Two cars were following them, and although neither was as fast as the Mercedes, their drivers knew this terrain. Paul knew it wouldn’t be long before they caught up. And the last sound they’d hear would be deafening

“Damn it! Manfred, we’ve got to get them off our tail!”

“How are we supposed to do that? I don’t even know where we’re going.”

Paul had to think fast. He turned to Alys, who was still huddled in her seat.

“Alys, listen to me.”

She nervously looked up at him and Paul could see fear in her eyes, but also determination. She tried to smile, and Paul felt a pang of love and pain for all that she’d been through.

“Do you know how to use one of these?” he said, holding up the Luger.

Alys shook her head. “I need you to take it and pull the trigger when I tell you to. The safety is off. Be careful.”

“Now what?” Manfred yelled.

“Now you step on the gas and we try to lose them. If you see a path, a road, a horse trail-whatever-take it. I’ve got an idea.”

Manfred nodded and leaned on the pedal as the car growled, devouring potholes as it flew along the bumpy road. More gunfire broke out, and the rearview mirror shattered as several other bullets lodged themselves into the trunk. Finally, up ahead, they found what they were looking for.

“Look over there! The road goes up a hill, then there’s a fork to the left. When I say so, kill the lights and duck down that path.”

Manfred nodded and sat up in the driver’s seat, ready to swerve as Paul turned toward the backseat.

“Now, Alys! Shoot twice!”

Alys sat up and the wind blew her hair into her face, making it hard for her to see. She held the pistol with both hands and pointed at the lights chasing them. She pulled the trigger twice and felt the strange sensation of power and satisfaction: payback. Surprised by the gunfire, their pursuers jerked off to the side of the road, momentarily distracted.

“Now, Manfred!”

He flipped off the lights and yanked the steering wheel, directing the car toward the dark abyss. Then he shifted into neutral and headed down the new road, which was little more than a path into the woods.

The three of them held their breath and crouched down in their seats as their pursuers whizzed by at full throttle, unaware that their fugitives had escaped.

“I think we lost them!” Manfred said, flexing his hands, sore from gripping the wheel so tightly over the pitted road. His nose was dripping blood, though it didn’t look broken.

“Okay, let’s get back on the main road before they realize what happened.”

After it was clear that they had successfully lost their pursuers, Manfred headed toward the barn where Julian was waiting. As he approached their destination, he swerved off the road and parked beside it. Paul took advantage of the moment to remove Alys’s handcuffs.

“Let’s go and fetch him together. He’ll get such a surprise.”

“Fetch who?” she asked.

“Our son, Alys. He’s hiding behind the hut.”

“Julian? You brought Julian here? Are you both crazy?” she shouted.

“We didn’t have a choice,” Paul protested. “The last few hours have been terrible.”

She didn’t hear him, because she was already getting out of the car and running toward the hut.

“Julian! Julian, darling, it’s Mama! Where are you?”

Paul and Manfred rushed after her, afraid that she would fall and hurt herself. They bumped into Alys in the corner of the hut. She had stopped in her tracks, terrified, her eyes wide.

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