ONE guard questions her, another circles the car. ‘What luggage are you carrying, please?’ ‘Just overnight clothes. And a wedding present.’ She puts on a puzzled expression: ‘Why? Is there a problem? Would you like me to unpack?’ She starts to open the door . . . Oh, Charlie, don’t overplay it. The guards exchange looks . . .
AND then he saw it. Almost buried at the base of a sapling: a streak of red. He bent and picked it up, turned it over in his hand. The brick was pitted with yellow lichen, scorched by explosive, crumbling at the corners. But it was solid enough. It existed. He scraped at the lichen with his thumb and the carmine dust crusted beneath his fingernail like dried blood. As he stooped to replace it, he saw others, half-hidden in the pale grass – ten, twenty, a hundred . . .
A PRETTY girl, a blonde, a fine day, a holiday . . . The guard checks the sheet again. It says here only that Berlin is anxious to trace an American, a brunette. ‘No, Fräulein –’ he gives her back her passport and winks at the other guard ‘– a search will not be necessary.’ The barrier lifts. ‘Heil Hitler!’ he says. ‘Heil Hitler,’ she replies.
Go on, Charlie. Go on . . .
It is as if she hears him. She turns her head towards the East, towards him, to where the sun is fresh in the sky, and as the car moves forward she seems to dip her head in acknowledgement. Across the bridge: the white cross of Switzerland. The morning light glints on the Rhine . . .
SHE had got away. He looked up at the sun and he knew it – knew it for an absolute, certain fact.
‘Stay where you are!’
The black shape of the helicopter flapped above him. Behind him, shouts – much closer now – metallic, robot-like commands: ‘Drop your weapon!’
‘Stay where you are!’
‘Stay where you are!’
He took off his cap and threw it, sent it skimming across the grass the way his father used to skim flat stones across the sea. Then he tugged the gun from his waistband, checked to make sure it was loaded, and moved towards the silent trees.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
any of the characters whose names are used in this novel actually existed. Their biographical details are correct up to 1942. Their subsequent fates, of course, were different.
Josef Buhler, State Secretary in the General Government, was condemned to death in Poland and executed in 1948.
Wilhelm Stuckart was arrested at the end of the war and spent four years in detention. He was released in 1949 and lived in West Berlin. In December 1953 he was killed in a car ‘accident’ near Hanover: the ‘accident’ was probably arranged by a vengeance squad hunting down those Nazi war criminals still at large.
Martin Luther attempted to oust the German Foreign Minister, Joachim von Ribbentrop, in a power struggle in 1943. He failed and was sent to Sachsenhausen concentration camp where he attempted suicide. He was released in 1945, shortly before the end of the war, and died in a local hospital of heart failure in May 1945.
Odilo Globocnik was captured by a British patrol at Weissensee, Carinthia, on 31 May 1945. He committed suicide by swallowing a cyanide capsule.
Reinhard Heydrich was assassinated in Prague by Czech agents in the summer of 1942.
Artur Nebe’s fate, typically, is more mysterious. He is believed to have been involved in the July 1944 plot against Hitler, to have gone into hiding on an island in the Wannsee, and to have been betrayed by a rejected mistress. Officially, he was executed in Berlin on 21 March 1945. However, he is said subsequently to have been sighted in Italy and Ireland.
Those named as having attended the Wannsee Conference all did so. Alfred Meyer committed suicide in 1945. Roland Freisler was killed in an air raid in 1945. Friedrich Kritzinger died at liberty after a severe illness. Adolf Eichmann was executed by the Israelis in 1962. Karl Schöngarth was condemned to death by a British court in 1946. Otto Hoffmann was sentenced to 15 years’ imprisonment by a US military court. Heinrich Müller went missing at the end of the war. The others continued to live, either in Germany or South America.
The following documents quoted in the text are authentic: Heydrich’s invitation to the Wannsee Conference; Goering’s order to Heydrich of 31 July 1941; the dispatches of the German Ambassador describing the comments of Joseph P. Kennedy; the order from the Auschwitz Central Construction Office; the railway timetable (abridged); the extracts from the Wannsee Conference Minutes; the memorandum on the use of prisoners’ hair.
Where I have created documents, I have tried to do so on the basis of fact – for example, the Wannsee Conference was postponed, its minutes were written up in a much fuller form by Eichmann and subsequently edited by Heydrich; Hitler did – notoriously – avoid putting his name to anything like a direct order for the Final Solution, but almost certainly issued a verbal instruction in the summer of 1941.
The Berlin of this book is the Berlin that Albert Speer planned to build.
Leonardo da Vinci’s portrait of Cecilia Gallerani was recovered from Germany at the end of the war and returned to Poland.
Dictator
Robert Harris
‘Laws are silent in times of war.’
Cicero
There was a time when Cicero held Caesar’s life in the palm of his hand. But now Caesar is the dominant figure and Cicero’s life is in ruins. Exiled, separated from his wife and children, his possessions confiscated, his life constantly in danger, Cicero is tormented by the knowledge that he has sacrificed power for the sake of his principles.
His comeback requires wit, skill and courage – and for a brief and glorious period, the legendary orator is once more the supreme senator in Rome. But politics is never static and no statesman, however cunning, can safeguard against the ambition and corruption of others.
Riveting and tumultuous, DICTATOR encompasses some of the most epic events in human history yet is also an intimate portrait of a brilliant, flawed, frequently fearful yet ultimately brave man – a hero for his time and for ours. This is an unforgettable tour de force from a master storyteller.
‘Not since Robert Graves has a novelist of equal power set to fictionalising ancient Rome’
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‘Immaculately researched but delivered with such a deft touch that it never feels like a history lesson . . . superlative’
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