give me your arm. We will go into the Chinese Boudoir.
We have much to discuss, and you will have to leave in
good time tomorrow morning.'
The menservants escorted Renata and Stafford Nye to
their apartments. Nye hesitated for a moment on the threshold.
Would it be possible for them to have a word or two
now? He decided against it. As long as the castle wads surrounded
them it was well to be careful. One never knew--
each room might be wired with microphones.
Sooner or later, though, he had to ask questions. Certain
things aroused a new and sinister apprehension in his mind.
He was being persuaded, inveigled into something. But what?
And whose doing was it?
The bedrooms were handsome, yet oppressive. The rich
hangings of satin and Velvets, some of them antique, gave
out a faint perfume of decay, tempered by spices. He wondered
how often Renata had stayed here before,
Chapter 11
THE YOUNG AND LOVELY
After breakfasting on the following morning in a small
breakfast-room downstairs, he found Renata waiting for
him. The horses were at the door.
Both of them had brought riding clothes with them. Everything
they could possibly require seemed to have been intelligently
anticipated.
They mounted and rode away down the castle drive. Renata spoke with the groom at some length.
He asked if we would like him to accompany us but 1 ^d no. I know the tracks round here fairly well.'
I see. You have been here before?'
Not very often of late years. Early in my life I knew this
Place very well'
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He gave her a sharp look. She did not return it. As sh
rode beside him, he watched her profile--the thin, aquiline
nose, the head carried so proudly on the slender neck. s'he
rode a horse well, he saw that. " ,
All the same, there was a sense of ill ease in his mind rhis
morning. He wasn't sure why ". . .
His mind went back to the Airport Lounge. The wo.iian
who had come to stand beside him. The glass of Pihner
on the table . . . Nothing in it that there shouldn't 1 ;e been--neither then, nor later. A risk he had accepted. ,^y,
when all that was long over, should it rouse uneasiness in
him now?
They had a brief canter following a ride through the trees.
A beautiful property, beautiful Woods. In the distance he
saw homed animals. A paradise for a sportsman, a par&dise
for the old way of living, a paradise that contained--what?
A serpent? As it was in the beginning--with Paradise went
a serpent. He drew rein and the horses fell to a walk. He
and Renata were alone--no microphones, no listening walls--
The time had come for his questions.
'Who is she?' he said urgently. 'What is she?'
It's easy to answer. So easy that it's hardly believable.*
Well?' he said.
'She's oil. Copper. Goldmines in South Africa. Armaments
in Sweden. Uranium deposits in the north. Nuclear
development, vast stretches of cobalt. She's all those things.'
'And yet, I hadn't heard about her, I didn't know her name,
I didn't know--'
'She has not wanted people to know.'
'Can one keep such things quiet?'
'Easily, if you have enough copper and oil and nuclear
deposits and armaments and all the rest of it. Money can advertise, or money can keep secrets, can hush things up.'
'But who actually is she?'
'Her grandfather was American. He was mainly railways.
I think. Possibly Chicago hogs in those times. It's like poin^ back into history, finding out. He married a German wo-an
You've heard of her, I expect. Big Belinda, they use " christen her. Armaments, shipping, the whole industri, ":""
of Europe. She was her father's heiress.'
'Between those two, unbelievable wealth,' said Sir Sia .^-r Nye. 'And so--power. Is that what you're telling roe?'
'Yes. She didn't just inherit things, you know. She maw money as well. She'd inherited brains, she was a big faaanci
in her own right. Everything she touched multiplied itself.
Turied to incredible sums of money, and she invested them.
Taking advice, taking other people's judgment, but in the end
always using her own. And always prospering. Always adding
to her wealth so that it was too fabulous to be believed. Money creates money.'
'Yes, I can understand that. Wealth has to increase if
there's a superfluity of it. But--what did she want? What
has she got?'
'You said it just now. Power.'
'And she lives here? Or does she--?'
'She visits America and Sweden. Oh yes, she visits places,
but not often. This is where she prefers to be, in the centre
of a web like a vast spider controlling all the threads. The
threads of finance. Other threads too.'
'When you say, other threads--'
The arts. Music, pictures, writers. Human beings--young
human beings.'
'Yes. One might know that. Those pictures, a wonderful collection.'
There are galleries of them upstairs in the Schloss. There
are Rembrandts and Giottos and Raphaels and there are
cases of jewels--some of the most wonderful jewels in the eWorld.'
, 'All belonging to one ugly, gross old woman. Is she satisfied?'
'Not yet, but well on the way to being.'
'Where is she going, what does she want?'
'She ioves youth. That is her mode of power. To control
youth. The world is full of rebellious youth at. this moment.
That's been helped on. Modern philosophy, modem thought, writers and others whom she finances and controls.'
'But how can--?' He stopped.
'I can't tell you because I don't know. It's an enormous
ramification. She's behind it in one sense, supports rather
curious charities, earnest philanthropists and idealists, raises
innumerable grants for students and artists and writers.'
'And yet you say it's not--'
'No, ifs not yet complete. It's a great upheaval that's
oemg planned. It's believed in, it's the new heaven and the ?ew earth. That's what's been promised by leaders for
thousands of years. Promised by religions, promised by those
ho support Messiahs, promised by those who come back to teach the law, like the Buddha. Promised by politicians.
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The crude heaven of an easy attainment such as the Assassins
believed in, and the Old Man of the Assassins promised his
followers and, from their point of view, gave to them,'
'Is she behind drugs as well?'
"Yes. Without conviction, of course. Only a means of
having people bent to her will. It's one way, too, of destroyino
people. The weak ones. The ones she thinks are no goocC although they had once shown promise. She'd never take drugs
herself--she's strong. But drugs destroy weak people more
easily and naturally than anything else.'
'And force? What about force? You can't do everything
by propaganda.'
'No, of course not. Propaganda is the first stage and
behind it there are vast armaments piling up. Arms that
go to deprived countries and then on elsewhere. Tanks
and guns and nuclear weapons that go to Africa and t
he
South Seas and South America. In South America there's a
lot building up. Forces of young men and women drilling and
training. Enormous arms dumps--means of chemical warfare--'
'It's a nightmare! How do you know all this, Renata?'
'Partly because I've been told it; from information received,
partly because I have been instrumental in proving
some of it.'
'But you. You and sheT
There's always something idiotic behind all great and
vast projects.' She laughed suddenly. 'Once, you see, she
was in love with my grandfather. A foolish story. He lived
in this part of the world. He had a castle a mile or two
from here.'
'Was he a man of genius?'
'Not at all. He was just a very good sportsman. Handsome,
dissolute and attractive to women. And so, because of that,
she is in a sense my protectress. And I am one of her converts
or slaves! I work for her. I find people for her. 1 carry
out her commands in different parts of the world.'
Do you?'
'What do you mean by that?'
*I wondered,' said Sir Stafford Nye.
He did wonder. He looked at Renata and he t; ought
again of the airport. He was working for Renata, Is v;as working with Renata. She had brought him to this Schloss.
Who had told her to bring him here? Big, gross Charlotte
in the middle of her spider's web? He had had a reputation,
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Quarters. He could be useful to these people perhaps, but
usci'ul in a small and rather humiliating way. And he
thought suddenly, in a kind of fog of question marks:
Renata??? I took a risk with her at Frankfurt airport. But
I was right. It came off. Nothing happened to me. But all
the same, he thought, who is she? What is she? I don't
know. I can't be sure. One can't in the world today be sure
of anyone. Anyone at all. She was told perhaps to get me.
To get me Into the hollow of her hand, so that business at
Frankfurt might have been cleverly thought out. It fitted
in with my sense of risk, and it would make me sure of her.
It would make me trust her.
'Let's canter again,' she said. 'We've walked the horses
too long.'
'I haven't asked you what you are in all this?'
1 take orders.'
From whom?'
'There's an opposition. There's always an opposition.
There are people who have a suspicion of what's going on,
of how the world is going to be made to change, of how
with money, wealth, armaments, idealism, great trumpeting
words of power what's going to happen. There are people
who say it shall not happen.'
'And you are with them?'
'I say so.'
'What do you mean by that, Renata?'
She said, '/ say so.'
He said: "That young man last night--'
'Franz Joseph?'
'Is that his name?'
"It is the name he is known by.'
'But he has another name, hasn't he?'
'Do you think so?'
'He is, isn't he, the young Siegfried?'
'you saw him like that? You realized that's what he was,
what he stands for?'
'I think so. Youth. Heroic youth. Aryan youth, it has
to be Aryan youth in this part of the world. There is still
that point of view. A super race, the supermen. They must
be of Aryan descent.'
'Oh yes, it's lasted on from the time of Hitler. It doesn't
always come out into the open much and, in other places a" over the world, it isn't stressed so much. South America,
" { say, is one of the strongholds. And Peru and South ""ica also.'
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What does t) sides look hanc
'Oh, he's qu
would follow t
'Is that true
'He believes
And you?'
'I think I mi
frightening, yoi can do, and nc way they are s
cry and screair
you'll see that :
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up--people do
all over the w
in different plac
and girls in thei
and beauty, an
the young whid
of the old wor
west of the Ir
different Count
now--It was si
waves . . .
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destroying. On
behind it. It's if
violence, becaus
'So that is he
'Sometimes.'
'And what ai
'Come with :
Dante, I'll take
films partly co{
pain and violer
dreams of parad
is which and w.
mind.'
'Do I trust y
That will b(
if you like, or :
The new woric
'Pasteboard,'
She looked a
Like Alice in Wonderland. The cards, the pasteboard
cards all rising up in the air. Flying about. Kings and Queens
and Knaves. All sorts of things.'
'You mean--what do you mean exactly?'
'I mean it isn't real. It's make-believe. The whole damn
thing is make-believe.'
In one sense, yes.'
'All dressed up playing parts, putting on a show. I'm
getting nearer, aren't I, to the meaning of things?'
In a way, yes, and in a way, no--'
'There's one thing I'd like to ask you because it puzzles
me. Big Charlotte ordered you to bring me to see her--
why? What did she know about me? What use did she
think she could make of me?'
'I don't quite know--possibly a kind of Eminence Grise-- working behind a facade. That would suit you rather well.'
'But she knows nothing whatever about me!'
'Oh, that 1' Suddenly Renata went into peals of laughter.
'It's so ridiculous, really--the same old nonsense all over
again.'
'I don't understand you, Renata.'
'No--because it's so simple. Mr Robinson would understand.'
'Would you kindly explain what you are talking about?'
'It's the same old business--"It's not what you are. It's
who you know". Your. Great-Aunt Matilda and Big Charlotte
were at school together--'
'You actually mean--'
'Girls together.'
He stared at her. Then he threw his head back and roared
with laughter.
Chapter 12
COURT JESTER
, y lel!t the Schloss at midday, saying goodbye to their
ostess. Then they had driven down the winding road, leav- "8 the Schloss high above them and they had come at last,
__er "^"y hours of driving, to a stronghold in the Dolomites an ^Phitheatre in the mountains where meetings, concerts u "^""ons of the various Youth Groups were held. eaata faad brought him there, his guide, and from his
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seat on the bare rock he had watcl
I I had listened. He understood a littli
[ jl been talking about earlier that day. J [] ing, animated as all mass gatherings i are called by an evangelistic religic
I Square, New York, or in the shadow i
a football crowd or in the super demon
i' i to attack embassies and police and
j rest of it
II She had brought him there to sho
| that one phrase: The Young Siegf
i 's Franz Joseph, if that was really hi
i] the crowd. His voice, rising, falling, t | quality, its emotional appeal, had hek
i ing, almost moaning crowd of you
I [1 men. Every word that he had uttere' I with meaning, had held incredible app
i| ponded like an orchestra. His voice
the conductor. And yet, what had th
|i | been the young Siegfried's message?
l| that he could remember when it came
i that he had been moved, promised tt
iasm. And now it was over. The cr
the rocky platform, calling, crying
I fainted. What a world it was nowadi
II |i | thing used the whole time to arous
,| Restraint? None of those things coi
|| more. Nothing mattered but to feel. I I What sort of a world, thought St
i I make? His guide had touched him on t
disentangled themselves from the cr
I their car and the driver had taken
which he was evidently well acqua
' | an inn on a mountain side where to
, i for them.
|,1 They walked out of the inn presen
( a mountain by a well-trodden path
seat. They sat there for some mom
then that Stafford Nye had said age For some five minutes or so they
I] valley, then Renata said, 'Well?' TO I 'What are you asking me?' ' i. | 'What you think so far of what I
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'I'm not convinced,' said Stafford Nye.
She gave a sigh, a deep, unexpected sigh. "That's what I hoped you would say.'
'It's none of it true, is it? It's a gigantic show. A show
put on by a producer--a complete group of producers, perhaps-
That monstrous woman pays the producer, hires the
producer. We've not seen the producer. What we've seen
today is the star performer.'
'What do you think of him?'
'He's not real either,' said Stafford Nye. 'He's just an
actor. A first-class actor, superbly produced.'
A sound surprised him. It was Renata laughing. She
got up from her seat. She looked suddenly excited, happy,
and at the, same time faintly ironical.
'I knew it,' she said. 'I knew you'd see. I knew you'd
have your feet on the ground. You've always known, haven't
you, about everything you've met in life? You've known
humbug, you've known everything and everyone for what
they really are.
'No need to go to Stratford and see Shakespearian plays
to know what part you are cast for--The Kings and the
great men have to have a Jester--The King's Jester who
tells the King the truth, and talks common sense, and makes
fun of all the things that are taking in other people.'
'So that's what I am, is it? A Court Jester?'
'Can't you feel it yourself? That's what we want--That's
what we need. "Pasteboard," you said. "Cardboard". A vast,
well-produced, splendid show'. And how right you are. But
people arfc taken in. They think something's wonderful, or
they think something's devilish, or they think it's something
terribly important. Of course it isn't--only--only one's got to
find out just how to show people--that the whole thing, all
of it, is just silly. Just damn silly. That's what you and I "e going to do.'
'Is it your idea that in the end we debunk all this?'
'It seems wildly unlikely, I agree. But you know once
People are shown that something isn't real, that it's just one
enormous leg-puU, well--'
Are you proposing to preach a gospel of common sense?'
"t course not,' said Renata. 'Nobody'd listen to that, ^uld they?'
'Not just at present'
No. We'll have to give them evidence--facts--truth--'
"ave we got such things?'
Ill
'Yes. What I brought back with me via Frankfurt--what
you helped to bring safely into England--'
'I don't understand--'
'Not yet--You will know later. For now we've got a
part to play. We're ready and willing, fairly panting to be
indoctrinated. We worship youth. We're followers and i>.
lievers in the young Siegfried.'
'You can put that over, no doubt. I'm not so sure os myself. I've never been very successful as a worshipper
Nobody's going to appreciate that very much just now are
they?'
'Of course they're not. No. You don't let that side of
yourself show. Except, of course, when talking about your
masters and betters, politicians and diplomats. Foreign Office,
the Establishment, all the other things. Then you can be
embittered, malicious, witty, slightly cruel.'
'I still don't see my role in the world crusade.'
That's a very ancient one, the one that everybody understands
and appreciates. Something in it for you. That's
your line. You haven't been appreciated in the past, but
the young Siegfried and all he stands for will hold out the
hope of reward to you. Because you give him all the inside
dope he wants about your own country, he will promise