Beyond the Storm. Diana Finley

agree to the “elimination” of Jews, yet you call yourself my friend?’

      ‘I said we had been friends for many years. I said I like you.’

      ‘But our friendship is now at an end?’

      ‘We cannot continue to be friends as before, that is certain, but I do care what happens to you. It is because of our friendship that I want to help you – you and Anna. I would not want harm to come to either of you.’

      ‘This is absurd! You want all Jews driven out or … what? Beaten up? Killed? Yet you feel some sympathy for me, some loyalty to me – a Jew!’

      ‘That is exactly right. We must all make a distinction between what is personal and what is principle. Listen, Jakob, we could go on debating this round and round all evening, but I don’t have much time. The fact is I have come to warn you.’

      ‘Oh? Are you about to bring a brown-shirted mob round to beat us up?’

      Fritz does not smile. He glances at his watch. ‘Believe me, this really is no joke. You must leave Vienna, leave Austria. You and Anna must get out as soon as you can.’ Fritz leans forward and lowers his voice. ‘I have seen your name on a list, Jakob. Did you really think no one watches those communist gatherings? What a stupid thing to do. Now your name is on the list, and sooner or later they will come for you – and that little fool of a sister of Anna’s.’

      ‘Margaret … but she’s hardly more than a child.’

      ‘That makes no difference. The important thing is don’t delay. I may be able to help with papers, and I have some contacts, here and abroad. Make sure you go soon – and if you care for your families, try to get them out too.’

      Jakob sits for a long time after Fritz has left, trying to calm the leaping of his heart and the trembling of his hands. He will have to persuade Anna to leave her home, her family to whom she is so deeply attached, and accompany him to a new land. Will she do it? They have talked of leaving, but never as an immediate intention. It was discussed as a vague possibility, almost as a fairy tale. How would Anna react? Would she even believe his account of his conversation with Fritz? He hardly believes it himself. Jakob resolves not to speak to Anna of what Fritz has told him, not yet at least. Instead he must find other means of persuading her of the necessity of leaving.

      An unexpected opportunity to achieve this presents itself before very long, an opportunity Jakob does not welcome at all.

       Chapter 6

      It should have been a perfect day, away from the cares of work and routine; a picnic long planned for in the Vienna Woods. In the soft autumn sunshine, the air is fragrant with the scent of warm grass, late flowers and pine trees. But from the start, Anna’s tension clouds the atmosphere. They sit on a log in a dappled clearing, their picnic bags unopened.

      ‘Tell me what is wrong.’

      ‘Oh, Jakob, it is hard, so hard. I’m so very sorry.’

      ‘About what? You are frightening me. What’s the matter? You must tell me, Anna.’

      At last, staring at her hands in her lap, Anna tells Jakob what has happened. She has had an affair with Otto, her employer, the father of the children in her care.

      Jakob’s initial reaction is one of total disbelief – is it possible that Anna, pure, innocent Anna, would behave in this way? Gradually, disbelief gives way to fury. His anger is not directed at Anna so much as at Otto. Anna has to agree that Otto has exploited her: she young and trustful, he an older man of wealth and experience. She is deeply ashamed of her naivety, and even more ashamed of her treachery towards Karin, who has come to regard her as a friend. She had wanted to believe Otto’s soothing assurances, while knowing in her heart they were not true. A pleasant diversion with a pretty young woman: that was all it was for him. He was confident that she would never make a fuss – it would ruin her reputation if it became known. No doubt it was not his first affair.

      ‘Jakob … I’m so sorry,’ she says again, putting her hand on his trembling arm. Jakob shakes her off and turns away. Anna covers her face with her hands. She does not tell him of her attraction to Otto’s suave charm, his delicious brown skin. She does not tell him she had been overwhelmed by desire.

      ‘Jakob. There is something else.’

      There will be a child, she tells him. It is just the beginning, early days, but the signs are clear. There can be no doubt – she is sure. Jakob leaps to his feet, stands with his back to her, his hands clasped around his head, as though trying to block out the news. He makes a strange noise, something between a groan and a cry, and swings his upper body from side to side. She explains that she has not told Otto about the baby and does not intend to, ever. He would never acknowledge the child as his. Also, she does not want to hurt Karin, who has been so good to her and who knows nothing of the relationship.

      ‘How could you, Anna, how could you? Oh God it’s unbelievable, it’s a nightmare. I can’t understand how … how you could abandon all your moral standards.’

      ‘I have no explanation. I can’t understand it myself.’

      How could the feelings be so strong, so totally consuming, as to overcome any thought of morality, of caution, any idea of possible consequences? Anna is frightened when she thinks about the inevitability of her journey into Otto’s arms. She is even more frightened by the absence of such a pull towards Jakob.

      Jakob says little for the rest of the day. They walk in silence through the wooded paths. The beauty of the gold and red leaves shimmering in the slanting sunshine appears to mock the dark mood between them. Then, as the sun grows low behind the trees, Jakob seems to reach a resolution. Grimly, he steers Anna to the train back to Vienna. They go to Emil’s, their favourite coffee house. Emil knows them well. There are few other customers at this time. Emil comes from the kitchen to greet them, a white apron fastened around his generous middle. He looks closely at them and throws open his arms.

      ‘Nah! Children, children – what’s the matter? Such faces. A lovers’ tiff already? Wait ’til you’re married – plenty of time for quarrelling then.’

      Jakob cannot respond in the same spirit. Unsmiling, he orders two coffees. Emil glances at Anna and shrugs theatrically. She smiles back half-heartedly and follows Jakob into one of the dark wooden booths.

      ‘I can’t accept this child as mine. It’s not my child, not our child.’

      ‘I understand.’

      ‘But,’ he continues, ‘I can’t let you … you cannot go through … an abortion.’ He grasps each of Anna’s wrists and holds them in front of him with violent force. He looks fiercely into her eyes. ‘Do you still want to marry me?’

      Anna feels as though a heavy stone is compressing the base of her throat, choking her. She looks back at him, and nods.

      * * *

      Jakob makes arrangements with military precision. Esther, Anna’s older sister, and her new husband, Reuben, are the only ones involved. No one else must know.

      ‘We will have to bring the date of our marriage forward.’

      Anna struggles to stifle an involuntary gasp. The walls of the room seem to sway and then close in on her.

      ‘And, we will have to emigrate to Palestine much sooner than we planned.’

      A sense of panic worms up Anna’s spine, touches the back of her neck. Does she even like Jakob? He is so solemn, so strict. She breathes in deeply.

      ‘It’s not such a big deal,’ he says. ‘We’d have to go anyway – there’s nothing for us here any more. It’s just a change in the timing. Others are doing the same.’

      It is true. Esther and Reuben are planning to go to America, and Margaret to England. Immediately after their marriage, Jakob explains,