W. IV - Honor Bound 05 - The Honor of Spies

Two of those nuns clearly are the mothers of the children--and the wives of Strubel and Niedermeyer. But I don't have a clue as to who's who.

Sister Maria Isabel looks like the economy-size version of Mother Superior of the Little Sisters of Santa Maria del Pilar. She's a foot taller, probably sixty pounds heavier, but is also old, leathery-skinned, and has the same intelligent eyes and the same fuck with me at your peril aura of self-confidence.

For an important intelligence officer--especially an SS officer--Strubel is not very imposing in that monk's costume.

And what do the bona fide nuns think is going on?

Those kids are frightened.

Who wouldn't be?

They look like they need a bath, some new clothes, and something to eat. They look like they're starved.

"Elisa," he called loudly in Spanish. "Where the hell is breakfast?"

Clete saw the children flinch.

Nice work, Cletus--if they were scared before, now they're terrorized!

He stood up and walked to the children.

Is this smart, or am I making things even worse?

"Good morning," he said in German. "My name is Clete. I'm the headwaiter. In just a minute, we'll get you some breakfast."

They looked at him with sad eyes. No one responded.

The door to the kitchen opened. The odors of frying bacon and freshly baked sweet rolls came into the dining room. A line of maids came through the door carrying silver-dome-covered trays of food.

Thank God!

"See?" Clete said.

Now there was some interest in their eyes.

Another maid appeared, a large glass pitcher of milk in each hand.

" Milch? " the young girl asked softly.

"Enough for you to swim in, sweetheart," Clete said.

The young girl giggled.

Thank God again.

He put his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her toward the table. After a moment's hesitation, the girl allowed Clete to lead her to the table. The boys started to follow.

Thank God yet again.

No. I mean it. That's not just a figure of speech.

There's no reason for these kids to have to go through what they have and still be hungry, not quite able to believe they can have all the milk they want.

Thank you, God.

He saw Welner get up from where he was sitting and walk toward them. Jesus H. Christ . . . I've got it!

I know how to explain everything to everybody!

Where the hell did that come from?

Doesn't matter. It'll work!

The maids began uncovering the trays of food. There were fried and scrambled and soft-boiled eggs, bacon, ham, toast, rolls, two bowls jammed with butter curls, and half a dozen bowls of marmalade.

"My God," one of the nuns said softly, wonderingly. "So much food!"

That's somebody's mother.

Welner, now back at his place at the table, tapped his glass with his fork and, when he had everyone's attention, began, "Our Father: We offer our thanks for the safe conclusion of our hazardous journey, and for the bounty we are about to receive. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost."

Dorotea said, "Amen."

She then looked at her husband, who finally got the message and said, "Amen."

He saw tears rolling down the cheeks of one of the nuns-who-had-to-be-somebody's-mother as she generously buttered a roll and handed it to the girl. Clete had thought it over very carefully as everyone ate. He concluded that not only did he have no choice but to go with the explanation that had suddenly popped into his mind, but also that they very likely just might believe it.

"I suppose everyone is wondering what's going on," he said.

Everyone but the children looked at him.

"What I'm going to do is ask Father Welner if he will please interrupt me whenever I go wrong."

Welner's eyes were wary. But he said, "Of course."

"Do you want to burden Sister Maria Isabel with this, Father?" Clete asked politely.

In other words, am I supposed to trust her to keep her mouth shut?

"Well, I think Sister Maria Isabel should hear what you have to say," Welner said. "But if I might make a suggestion, Sister?"

She looked at him suspiciously, but nodded.

"I was thinking that it might save a good deal of time, Sister, if we sent Sister Maria Encarnacion into Dolores to get our guests some regular clothing."

Sister Maria Isabel nodded.

"And perhaps Enrico could go with her, to see about clothing for the boys and men?" Welner went on.

Rodriguez looked at Clete, who nodded.

"Enough for several days, Sister," Welner said. "Just ordinary clothing, until we can get our guests settled."

"You have money, Enrico?" Clete asked.

"I'll get him some from your desk," Dorotea said. "Don't start your explanation until I get back."

Father Welner looked at Clete and explained, "This way, the sisters can return with the bus to Buenos Aires more quickly. I'm sure it's needed there."

Frade turned to Sister Maria Isabel. "Why don't you give Rodriguez everyone's shoe and other sizes," he said.

Dorotea was back with a thick wad of currency before Enrico had finished writing down the sizes. She handed it to him, then turned to Welner.

"Do you think we should send the children down to the stables, Father? Have the grooms put them on a horse?"

"Dorotea, I think that's a very good idea," Welner said. "Sister?"

Sister Maria Isabel gave him a dirty look but motioned to one of the nuns.

"Be careful with them, Sister," she ordered.

"I'll send one of the girls to go with them," Dorotea said.

"That probably would be useful, Senora," Sister Maria Isabel said.

Dorotea went to the kitchen door, pushed it open, and said, "Elisa, I need someone to show Sister and the children the way to the stable."

One of the maids instantly appeared.

The nun said in German, "Come with me, children," and they immediately pushed themselves away from the table and walked to where she was waiting at the door.

Not with reluctance.

But not with excitement at the prospect of getting a ride on a horse.

Rather, just because somebody is telling them to; has issued an order.

And neither mother--I still can't tell which nun/wife belongs to which priest/SS man--has raised any questions, much less objections.

All of these people--and that includes Sister Maria Isabel and her nuns--are used to obeying, without question, any orders they get.

[TWO]

Clete waited until Enrico had followed Sister Maria Encarnacion out of the dining room and closed the door after them.

Well, let's see if I can get away with this.

"Actually, this is very simple," Clete began. "But for reasons you will understand, secrecy is of the utmost importance."

Sister Maria Isabel's face showed she was prepared to disbelieve everything Don Cletus had to say.

"The Germans have lost the war," Cletus announced. "They know it but won't admit it. We know it and have taken certain steps to make sure things go more easily for the German people when their leaders finally surrender."

"For the German people, Don Cletus, or the English and the Americans?" Sister Maria Isabel challenged.

So I'm wrong. This nun asks questions and expects an answer.

Clete met her eyes.

"For the German people," he said. "I think you would have to agree, Sister, without me getting into the details, that the Germans--the German leadership--are behaving quite badly."

"And the Soviets are not?" Sister Maria Isabel challenged.

"I am not about to defend the godless Communists, Sister," Clete said.