Shadow of a Hero (29 page)

Whatever Van thought about politics, he must have known what Momma and the rest of the family would feel about his having anything to do with Otto Vasa. Now he was pretty well forcing Letta to talk about it.

‘Varina, I suppose,’ she said. ‘Or didn’t they let you in? Or did they throw you out again?’

‘Not exactly. They didn’t let me in, but I went. They didn’t throw me out, but I left. Do you want to know?’

‘Do you want to tell me?’

He lowered himself into Grandad’s chair, leaning on his stick and moving with care. She could see his foot must be quite a bit worse than it had been when he’d left.

‘Not much,’ he said, ‘but I’d better. You’re the right person. OK. When those bastards in Bucharest told us we couldn’t attend the old boy’s funeral – not even his own daughter, for God’s sake! – I said the hell with them – I’m going. I called Otto’s office in Vienna and talked to a bloke called Andrei and said they’d got to get me through to Potok, somehow. Andrei’s a slimy little turd. He’s spent the whole of the last year doing his best to see I don’t have any contact with Otto, and of course he tried to put me off, but I told him I was coming anyway, and when I got to Vienna he was all smiles and couldn’t do enough for me. He said there was no question of the Romanians giving me a visa and they’d have to smuggle me in.’

‘That sounds pretty romantic.’

‘Just what I thought, but it wasn’t, it was just uncomfortable. We went in one of Otto’s cars, a big Merc. There were four of us, the driver, Andrei, a grinning thug called Jagu, and me. When we got to a frontier we just hoicked up the back seat-cushion and I curled up in a special compartment underneath. It had an odd smell, mechanical, but not motor car mechanical. It took me a bit of time to place it, and then I remembered. Light oil and graphite. Know what that means, Sis?’

‘No.’

‘Guns . . . You don’t look surprised.’

‘Not really. Were you?’

‘No. Look, Sis – I’ve got something to explain. You remember those packages I asked you to look for in my bike after my accident, only they weren’t there?’

Letta didn’t hesitate. She looked him in the eyes and said, ‘They were there, actually. I gave them
to
Grandad. They were a bomb, weren’t they?’

He stared at her. The knuckles of the hand which was holding his stick went white.

‘I did it for Varina,’ she said.

‘So did we all,’ he snapped. ‘God! If I’d known . . . So you lied to me twice, Sis?’

‘I’m afraid so.’

She waited, watching him think the thing through. He shook his head and shrugged.

‘Leaves a nasty taste, doesn’t it?’ he said.

‘Yes.’

‘Well, it’s turned out all right, somehow. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked you in the first place. Let’s call it quits. Where were we? Yes, it was about that. These people, Andrei and the others, they’ve got a way of cornering you. They sort of nudge you into a position where you’re doing things you’re not at all sure you want to, only there doesn’t seem any way out unless you’re going to make things worse for something you really care about. That was what happened then. I didn’t like it at all. And all the way, while we were heading south in the Merc I began to feel more and more that the same sort of thing was happening again. There was something up between Andrei and Jagu, a joke they knew about and I didn’t. And my foot was hurting – I’d had to do a lot more tramping around on my way out than it’s used to, and Jagu kept offering to carry me, as if I were a baby. Not much fun.

‘Anyway, we finished up jolting along over what weren’t much more than mule-tracks to reach Otto’s place without actually going through Potok. He’s managed to install himself in the Prince-Bishop’s summer palace. It’s up in the hills, a couple of miles south of Potok. The Communist
bosses
had had it as a perk, so it’s been looked after. In fact it’s pretty luxurious. Otto was there, very friendly as always, and very sympathetic about my foot. He said he was planning a big rally in honour of Grandad the evening before the funeral, and he wanted me to speak about the old boy, as a representative of the family, and I’d got to keep under cover till then in case somebody spotted me and I got thrown out. I didn’t like that at all. Two whole days. I’ve got friends in Potok I wanted to see. I wanted to know what was going on, what people really thought. I didn’t get a chance to object because at that point he was called away and sent a message back saying he wouldn’t be around till the evening.

‘There must have been some sort of a crisis on, because everyone was scurrying about, only that grinning oaf Jagu stuck to me like a limpet until, mainly to get rid of him, I said I was tired and my foot was hurting and I was going to go and lie down. He said OK, and took me up to my room and told me to stay there, and then, do you know what the bastard did? He went out and locked the door! That was the final straw. I wouldn’t have taken it from Otto, and I certainly wasn’t going to from a jerk like Jagu.

‘It was a pretty stupid thing to do anyway, because it wasn’t that sort of lock. I mean, it was to keep people out, not in. It was just screwed to the inside of the door, and the bolt went into a bracket which was screwed on too. All I had to do was unscrew the bracket with my penknife. By that time the bustle had died down. I’d heard several cars leaving.

‘I wasn’t running away. There was no way I could have made it into Potok without transport.
I
just wanted to show myself, and them, that I wasn’t going to be treated like that. I was thirsty, so I decided to find myself a drink and headed for the kitchens. There seemed to be no-one around. I didn’t like the smell of the tap-water and I was looking for something else when a couple of maids appeared. They’d heard my stick on the stone floor, they said. Anyway, they knew who I was from seeing me at Otto’s rallies when I’d been there before and they rushed over and started sobbing about Grandad, and what a fine man he’d been, and how much the country was going to miss him, and how frightened everyone was about what might happen without him.’

‘Really? In Otto Vasa’s house? They were saying that?’

‘They were just a couple of serving-maids hired from the town. They weren’t Otto’s people. But yes, I was surprised too. One of them said she had two sisters in the western province, and she knew all about what was happening up in Croatia, and she was scared stiff that it might start happening where her sisters were if the Serbs were given the slightest excuse to start ethnic cleansing around there.

‘Then they looked at each other and I could see they were frightened at what they’d been saying and they changed the subject and talked about last year’s festival. One of them said I’d met her cousin then, and – you know how everyone in Potok is related to everyone else and they all seem to know each other? – it turned out the cousin was one of the people I wanted to see, so I asked her to give him my love and say I hoped to see him after the rally, but could he keep quiet about me being there till then.

‘Then we heard a car come back. It was a false alarm, actually, but they were obviously scared of losing their jobs if they were found talking to me, and my foot had begun to act up again, so they found me some mineral water and I went back to my room and screwed the door shut and took a couple of Codeine and lay down, and – you know, this is very odd, but almost for the first time since I’d got to Vienna I began to feel happy about what I was doing. I felt in control of my life again. I lay on my bed, thinking about the two girls, and how ordinary and real they had seemed, and how much more they mattered to me than creeps like Andrei and Jagu. And then I managed to have a nap.

‘Well, not much else happened that day. Otto came back and about half a dozen of us had supper together and he was full of his big, vague ideas about Varina claiming its proper place in the world – he asked if I wanted to be UN Representative, and it wasn’t a joke. And he talked quite a bit about what a mistake it had been, giving in to the Bulgarians over the Listru festival, but of course my grandfather had been a sick man by then. In the old days, when he’d had real fire in his belly, et cetera, et cetera . . . And all the while I could feel the others watching me to see how I took it. Ah, well . . .

‘Next morning, I’d asked to have breakfast in my room to rest my foot, and the girl who brought my tray up was one of the two I’d talked to the day before, the one with the cousin, remember? I could see she was pretty nervous. She put her finger to her lips and put the tray on the bed and just lifted the corner of the cloth and pointed, so I nodded to show I’d understood, and thanked her
as
if I’d never seen her before, and let her go. Want to guess what was under the cloth?’

‘I don’t know. A key? No, a message from your friends.’

‘Right. And . . .’

‘Give up.’

‘Grandad’s last letter.’

‘No! What did he say? Where is it?’

‘Come to that in a mo. I’m telling you all this because the letter was for you.’

‘Oh! Give it to me! Now! Please!’

‘I’m afraid I haven’t got it. Not my fault. You’ll see why. Let me go on. The message was from a chap called Riccu, not the girl’s cousin, but
his
cousin, a teacher at the University, very bright, full of ideas, a really good guy. I hadn’t known him that well, but I’d met him a few times last year, because he’d been very interested in what Otto was up to, very keen, but now he started off bluntly by saying he’d been working as Grandad’s secretary for the last year. In fact he’d been with him when he died. Riccu was at his desk when he heard a thud from next door and he’d gone in and found Grandad on the floor. He was conscious, and he tried to say something, but then he closed his eyes and he was dead. The first thing Riccu did after he’d called for help was to take all the important papers off Grandad’s desk, including the letter he was writing to you, and hide them, because he knew what was going to happen as soon as the news got out. And it did. A gang of Otto’s people swept in and took over, and seized all the papers they could find and they were actually trying to get Grandad’s body out of the house when some of Riccu’s lot showed up and there was pretty well a pitched battle and only then did the police start
taking
notice – Riccu says they are never around when Otto’s people want to make trouble. They calmed things down and took the body off to the morgue. There was a bit more – obviously Riccu had been scrawling in a hurry, but the chief thing was that he begged me not to commit myself till I’d had the chance to talk to somebody who wasn’t on Otto’s side.

‘I wasn’t as shaken as you’d think. Ever since the accident, I’ve been brooding about what happened last year, and how I got myself into the position I did, and more and more I’ve come to think I was being
used
. And I’d hardly heard from them, as if they didn’t give a damn once I was laid up with my foot and couldn’t be any use to them. I wouldn’t have gone to Otto now if I could have thought of any other way of getting into Varina. What’s more, I’d already done what Riccu wanted, talked to somebody who wasn’t on Otto’s side – those two girls in the kitchen.’

‘My friend Parvla says the same. She was thrilled when Grandad came back, and she started talking about him and Otto Vasa working together, and then she started to go off Vasa, and now she’s frightened. She was praying for Grandad every night. I haven’t heard from her since he died.’

‘Right. Well, then I read Grandad’s letter to you. It started off saying he was going to have to wait for someone to carry it out of the country because he thought it likely that anything he mailed from Romania would get opened and read. And then he said some of what you’d expect, you know, thanking you for yours and saying he was a bit tired, and he was missing you, even more than he missed crumpets and marmalade. Then he said things had been going fairly well for him here and
it
shouldn’t be long now before he could stop being so careful about just seeming to be a moderating influence and letting Otto carry on much as he wanted, because he’d at last got evidence that Otto was working hand in glove with the old Ceau
ş
escu gang in Bucharest, and the main question now was how or when he could use it.’

‘Wow!’

‘He didn’t say a lot about that, actually. He went back to chat. He’d paid a visit to his father’s farm, and he was hoping to get out to Lapiri for a funeral, Minna somebody . . .’

‘Minna Vari.’

‘That’s right.’

‘She was Momma’s foster-mother. You’ve got to tell her. That’s important. What else?’

‘Nothing. That was where he’d got to when he died.’

Letta burst into tears. They rushed up into her head, filling her face and streaming down her cheeks. She turned to the window, seeing only a foggy rectangle of light, groped for the sill and leaned there, sobbing. Vaguely she was aware of Van hobbling to her side and putting his arm round her, but he didn’t try to say anything, just let her cry the fit out until she was able to master it, shake herself, drag her sleeve across her eyes and say, trying to make a joke of it, ‘You better have a good reason why you haven’t got my letter.’

‘I have, Sis,’ he murmured. ‘I think you’ll understand. Tell me when you’re ready.’

‘I’m all right. Go on.’

He went back to the chair but waited while she found some tissues and mopped herself up.

‘Well, then,’ he said, ‘I wrote a note for Riccu
saying
I was glad to hear from him and I wanted to talk to him and I’d be careful, but I didn’t put it under the cloth, which was just as well, because Jagu showed up before my tray was collected. He said Otto wanted to see me. Otto was all smiles. We got into one of his cars and he took me down to his office in Potok, and gave me the speech he wanted me to make at the rally. He said I’d better learn it by heart, so that I could make it look as if I was making it up as I went along.

‘I said OK, but as I’d come all this way to represent the family I’d like to be able to put in something personal about Grandad, and what he’d meant to me and my brother and sister, and he said that was all right provided I kept it short. I said I would, and I’d finish that bit by saying that of course Varina was Grandad’s real family, and that would get me into the speech he’d given me. Then I asked him how Grandad had died, as if I didn’t know, and he told me he’d been ill for a while, and hadn’t been doing very much, and had passed away in his sleep, and it had all been very serene. “A good death for a hero,” he said. He went all gruff, as if there was a lump in his throat. That was what finally made my mind up. About whether to trust him or Riccu, I mean.’