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They think you re a traitor, she said.
What? I was astounded to hear such words from anyone for any reason. To
Germany?
No, she answered. To the true Nazi ideal.
I laughed. That s the craziest thing I ve ever heard. I m one of the key
You don t understand, she interrupted. I m talking about the religion.
Oh, Hilda, is that all? You and your group have stumbled upon some
threatening comments from the Thule Society, I take it?
Now it was her turn to be surprised. She sat upon the bed. Yes, she
answered. But then you know . . . ?
The specifics? Not at all. They change their game every few months. Who has
the time to keep up?
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Let me tell you something. The leaders of the SS have always had ties to an
occult group called the
Thule Society, but there is nothing surprising about that. It is a purely
academic exercise in playing with the occult, the same as the British
equivalent The Golden Dawn. I m sure you re aware that many prominent
Englishmen belonged to that club!
These people are always harmless eccentrics. Our movement made use of the
type without stepping on pet beliefs. It s the same as dealing with any
religious person whom you want to be on your side. If you receive cooperation,
it won t be through insulting his spiritual beliefs.
What about the messages we intercepted? she went on. The threatening tone,
the almost deranged
It s how they entertain themselves! I insisted. Listen, you re familiar
with Horbiger, aren t you?
She nodded. Burgundians believe that stuff. Even after the launching of Von
Braun s satellite, which in no way disturbed the eternal ice, as that old fool
predicted! His followers don t care about facts. Hell, they still believe the
moon in our sky is the fourth moon this planet has had, that it is made of ice
like the other three, that all of the cosmos is an eternal struggle of fire
and ice. Even our
Führer toyed with those ideas in the old days. The Burgundians no more want to
give up their sacred ideas merely because modern science has exploded them
than fundamentalist Baptists in
America want to listen to Darwin.
I know, she said. You are acting as though they aren t dangerous.
They re not.
Soon Helmuth will be accepted into the inner circle.
Why not? He s been working for that ever since he was a teenager.
But the inner circle, she repeated with added emphasis.
So he ll be a Hitler Youth for the rest of his life. He ll never grow up.
You don t understand.
I m tired of this conversation, I told her bluntly. Do you remember several
years ago when your brother went on that pilgrimage to Lower Saxony to one of
Himmler s shrines? You were terribly
upset but you didn t have a shred of reason why he shouldn t have gone. You
had nightmares. Your mother and I wondered if it was because as a little girl
you were frightened by Wagner.
Now I have reasons.
Mysterious threatening messages! The Thule Society! It should be taken with a
grain of salt. I saw
Adolf Hitler once listen to a harangue from an especially unrealistic believer
in the Nordic cult, bow solemnly when the man was finished, enter his private
office where I accompanied him and break out in laughter that would wake the
dead. He didn t want to offend the fellow. The man was a good Nazi, at least.
My daughter was fishing around in her purse as I told her these things. She
passed me a piece of paper when I was finished. I unfolded it and read:
JOSEPHGOEBBELSMUST ARRIVE ON SCHEDULE FOR THE RITUAL
HE WILL NEVER TELL ANYONE
What is this? I asked her. I was becoming angry.
A member of the Freedom League intercepted a message from Burgundy to someone
in New
Berlin. It was coded, but we were able to break it.
To whom was the message addressed?
To Heinrich Himmler.
Suddenly I felt very, very cold. I had never trusted der treue Heinrich
. Admittedly I didn t trust anything that came from the German Freedom League,
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with a contradiction built into its very title.
Nevertheless something in me was clawing at the pit of my stomach. Something
told me that maybe, just maybe, there was danger after all. Crazy as Himmler
had been during the war years, he had become much worse in peacetime. At least
he was competent regarding his own industrial empire.
How do I know that this note is genuine? I asked.
You don t, she answered. I had to take a great risk in bringing it to you,
if that helps you to believe.
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