part in the national revival? Was he tubercular?'
(page 147) Lieutenant Kotler stared at Father, confused. 'I beg
your pardon?' he asked.
'Did he go to Switzerland to take the air?' explained Father. 'Or did
he have a particular reason for leaving Germany? In nineteen
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thirty-eight,' he added after a moment.
'I'm afraid I don't know, Herr Commandant,' said Lieutenant
Kotler. 'You would have to ask him.'
'Well, that would be rather difficult to do, wouldn't it? With him
being so far away, I mean. But perhaps that was it. Perhaps he
was ill.' Father hesitated before picking up his knife and fork again
and continuing to eat. 'Or perhaps he had... disagreements.'
'Disagreements, Herr Commandant?'
'With government policy. One hears tales of men like this from
time to time. Curious fellows, I imagine. Disturbed, some of them.
Traitors, others. Cowards too. Of course you have informed your
superiors of your father's views, Lieutenant Kotler?'
The young lieutenant opened his mouth and then swallowed,
despite the fact that he hadn't been eating anything.
'Never mind,' said Father cheerfully. 'Perhaps it is not an
appropriate conversation for the dinner table. We can discuss it in
more depth at a later time.'
'Herr Commandant,' said Lieutenant Kotler, (page 148) leaning
forward anxiously, 'I can assure you—'
'It is not an appropriate conversation for the dinner table,'
repeated Father sharply, silencing him immediately, and Bruno
looked from one to the other, both enjoying and being frightened
by the atmosphere at the same time.
'I'd love to go to Switzerland,' said Gretel after a lengthy silence.
'Eat your dinner, Gretel,' said Mother. 'But I was just saying!'
'Eat your dinner,' Mother repeated and was about to say more but
she was interrupted by Father calling for Pavel again.
'What's the matter with you tonight?' he asked as Pavel uncorked
the new bottle. 'This is the fourth time I've had to ask for more
wine.'
Bruno watched him, hoping he was feeling all right, although he
managed to release the cork without any accidents. But after he
had filled Father's glass and turned to refill Lieutenant Kotler's,
he lost his grip of the bottle somehow and it fell crashing, glug-
glug-glugging its contents out directly onto the young man's lap.
What happened then was both unexpected and extremely
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unpleasant. Lieutenant Kotler grew very angry with Pavel and no
one - not Bruno, not Gretel, not Mother and not even Father -
stepped in to stop him doing what he did next, even though none
of them could (page 149) watch. Even though it made Bruno cry
and Gretel grow pale.
Later that night, when Bruno went to bed, he thought about all
that had happened over dinner. He remembered how kind Pavel
had been to him on the afternoon he had made the swing, and
how he had stopped his knee from bleeding and been very gentle
in the way he administered the green ointment. And while Bruno
realized that Father was generally a very kind and thoughtful man,
it hardly seemed fair or right that no one had stopped Lieutenant
Kotler getting so angry at Pavel, and if that was the kind of thing
that went on at Out-With then he'd better not disagree with
anyone any more about anything; in fact he would do well to keep
his mouth shut and cause no chaos at all. Some people might not
like it.
His old life in Berlin seemed like a very distant memory now and
he could hardly even remember what Karl, Daniel or Martin looked
like, except for the fact that one of them was a ginger.
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