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Father put me in front of a man more my height than his, garbed in a motley combination of corduroy knee breeches and velvet frock coat, lawn neck cloth and coarse work shirt. His head was bare as were his shins. I looked down and saw he wore sturdy boots more suitable for the mountains than a city’s streets and though his features were tanned by the sun his hands lacked the calluses and enlarged joints of a field labourer. I nodded in silent greeting and flicked a glance at my father, wondering who this individual was.<br><br> | Father put me in front of a man more my height than his, garbed in a motley combination of corduroy knee breeches and velvet frock coat, lawn neck cloth and coarse work shirt. His head was bare as were his shins. I looked down and saw he wore sturdy boots more suitable for the mountains than a city’s streets and though his features were tanned by the sun his hands lacked the calluses and enlarged joints of a field labourer. I nodded in silent greeting and flicked a glance at my father, wondering who this individual was.<br><br> | ||
| − | For his part, | + | For his part, Emil nodded with a hint of a smile and jerked his head to the barn doors. “Outside,” he said and turned for them without further fuss, speaking to the air. “Everything as ordered.”<br><br> |
''Ordered? Whose orders?'' We’d had no word from the home office for weeks. Had in fact spent the time since we’d left Bayern wandering the mountains like gypsies. Or rather, I had. Father had other tasks and most of them involved stopping in taverns and ''bierhallen'' talking to people and pushing on. I played his young companion who saw nothing, heard nothing, said nothing. It worked well enough and no one had given me a second glance and after a week away from soap and hot water, few ventured to look closer. I followed the men outside and saw a carriage waiting, if carriage it was. <br><br> | ''Ordered? Whose orders?'' We’d had no word from the home office for weeks. Had in fact spent the time since we’d left Bayern wandering the mountains like gypsies. Or rather, I had. Father had other tasks and most of them involved stopping in taverns and ''bierhallen'' talking to people and pushing on. I played his young companion who saw nothing, heard nothing, said nothing. It worked well enough and no one had given me a second glance and after a week away from soap and hot water, few ventured to look closer. I followed the men outside and saw a carriage waiting, if carriage it was. <br><br> | ||
