Tweet
John Baker was coated in a layer of fine dust as he crouched under the stone bench, “Nothing like it, anywhere else in Britain.”
-
He sat down for drinks with his close friend, Edward Rhodes, he pulled to stool up to the bar, shaking, “I discovered something at work today.”
-
The stone bench was inscribed in German, odd for a city so English as Berlin. Berlin had no Volk movement like Leipzig, to John’s knowledge Berlin had always been an English city.
-
“Yeah, what is it?” Edward replied leaning onto the bar and picking up his mug with his free hand.
John bent himself closer to Edward.
-
“Sir, we’ve discovered something at the other site.”
The head mounted lanterns sent their lights bobbing up and down in the caverns beneath Berlin, it was a magnificent site, any archaeologist’s dream, a long buried tomb of the ancients that had seemed to be a thriving city once in ancient days.
John hurried to the larger, more ornate structure from what he believed to be a sort of temple. The larger building had yet to be defined.
-
“The furthest my male line genealogy goes back is to a Timothy Baker, who supposedly lived here in Berlin nearly a thousand years ago.”
Edward shook his head at John’s obsession with his genealogy, “Why do you worry about it so far back? Hell I count it lucky that I know who my father was.”
-
The large, solid stone door was cracked open, and on the other side what seemed to be two headstones, the larger one imposing and chipped, the smaller had survived and just from site he was sure that the larger preceded the other by maybe thirty years.
-
“There’s no record that any such person ever existed.”
Edward shrugged it off, “So?”
“His wife is a different story.”
-
He peered at the headstones.
“None of us spoke the German, we were wondering if you would tell us what it meant, it looked important.”
“Hier ruht der grösste König der Deutschen, ..." his eyes opened and he realized that this building was far more than they had ever realized, his eyes fell on the smaller headstone and the name struck him as absurdly familiar.
-
“Sophia von Koginsted did not marry a triumphant British soldier after the invasion and move back to his home in Berlin. She was the queen of Germany, wife to Otto von Bismarck.”
Edward had been peering into the deep mysteries of his ale, he turned to John.
“That makes you…”
-
John Baker stood in the Palace of Berlin, his own inheritance, he realized suddenly.
“Deutschland,” he spoke in the ancient tongue that the walls warmed to, “Erwache.”
And he wondered if he really wished it to…
-
He sat down for drinks with his close friend, Edward Rhodes, he pulled to stool up to the bar, shaking, “I discovered something at work today.”
-
The stone bench was inscribed in German, odd for a city so English as Berlin. Berlin had no Volk movement like Leipzig, to John’s knowledge Berlin had always been an English city.
-
“Yeah, what is it?” Edward replied leaning onto the bar and picking up his mug with his free hand.
John bent himself closer to Edward.
-
“Sir, we’ve discovered something at the other site.”
The head mounted lanterns sent their lights bobbing up and down in the caverns beneath Berlin, it was a magnificent site, any archaeologist’s dream, a long buried tomb of the ancients that had seemed to be a thriving city once in ancient days.
John hurried to the larger, more ornate structure from what he believed to be a sort of temple. The larger building had yet to be defined.
-
“The furthest my male line genealogy goes back is to a Timothy Baker, who supposedly lived here in Berlin nearly a thousand years ago.”
Edward shook his head at John’s obsession with his genealogy, “Why do you worry about it so far back? Hell I count it lucky that I know who my father was.”
-
The large, solid stone door was cracked open, and on the other side what seemed to be two headstones, the larger one imposing and chipped, the smaller had survived and just from site he was sure that the larger preceded the other by maybe thirty years.
-
“There’s no record that any such person ever existed.”
Edward shrugged it off, “So?”
“His wife is a different story.”
-
He peered at the headstones.
“None of us spoke the German, we were wondering if you would tell us what it meant, it looked important.”
“Hier ruht der grösste König der Deutschen, ..." his eyes opened and he realized that this building was far more than they had ever realized, his eyes fell on the smaller headstone and the name struck him as absurdly familiar.
-
“Sophia von Koginsted did not marry a triumphant British soldier after the invasion and move back to his home in Berlin. She was the queen of Germany, wife to Otto von Bismarck.”
Edward had been peering into the deep mysteries of his ale, he turned to John.
“That makes you…”
-
John Baker stood in the Palace of Berlin, his own inheritance, he realized suddenly.
“Deutschland,” he spoke in the ancient tongue that the walls warmed to, “Erwache.”
And he wondered if he really wished it to…
wow
Comment