No Air Native, No Man Kindred: An Occult Thriller of Epic Proportions (The Wyvern Family Spy Saga) by Gomery Kimber

Author:Gomery Kimber [Kimber, Gomery]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Procursus Press
Published: 2021-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

By late morning, Sepp Kahn was seated behind his desk at headquarters in Prague, a cigarette in one hand, the telephone in the other. The windows were open to catch the breeze, for the day had turned hot and sultry, but the office door was firmly closed, and stationed outside was Henker who had orders to admit no one, not even Kahn’s boss, ‘Baby Face’ Boehme.

‘Trying to connect you. Hold the line,’ said the voice from Berlin.

‘I am holding the fucking line,’ muttered Kahn, glancing at his watch, again.

He’d been holding the line for nearly ten minutes now, and this was the second call to the Reich Chancellery, the first having been cut off while he was in the middle of reporting to Bormann.

Sepp Kahn lit a fresh cigarette from the stub of the old one. Hanging on the telephone gave a man time to think, more’s the pity. Irritably, he folded the stub into the brass ashtray that was fashioned from a shell case, narrowing his eyes against the smoke. He’d lay off the booze, he decided – or ease up a little anyway. It was the booze, he decided, combined with severe lack of sleep, that had caused him to hallucinate, back there in the cellar. It was a strange experience. All right, he admitted that, but understandable given the strain he’d been under, right? Right. That’s what Sepp Kahn had decided.

There still being no response from Berlin, he lay the receiver down none too gently on the desktop amongst the letters Hitler had written to Lustgarten in the early 1920s. To distract himself, Kahn extracted the contents of an envelope he hadn’t yet examined and began desultorily to read.

‘I cannot judge merely by artistic or military standards, or even by narrow scientific ones,’ Hitler had written. ‘No, I judge by the spiritual energy put forth by the Folk itself. My intention is to establish a Thousand Year Reich, and you, dearest friend, who supports me in this battle, are a fellow-fighter for a unique spiritual – I would even say divine – creation! You are correct when you write that in the moment of decision the decisive factor is not the ratio of strength, but the power of the spiritual force employed.’

Kahn fingered his tired eyes. He could read the sentences all right, but their meaning failed to flower into comprehension. He folded the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope. Half hoping to find something salacious, he selected another at random, and read, ‘What fundamental difference is there between fantastical perceptions and objective observations? There is none. Imagination and observation are to the same extent products of a cosmic dynamic and of inner-bodily forces. All of reality is phantasmal.’

Kahn sneered at the final word and screwed up the notepaper. Swearing, he grabbed up the telephone receiver. ‘You there?’ he demanded. ‘You still there, woman?’

There was a pause before the operator at the Chancellery said with asperity, ‘Please be patient and hold the line.’

‘I am holding the fucking line.

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