Chapter Six Hundred Fifty-Three
9th May 1948
Hà Tĩnh, Vietnam
Duc Phan had found himself dragooned into aiding the hapless European travelers who had been arriving in Hanoi, and then been getting lost heading South, for the last several days. Then helping to police the large crowd that had gathered there on the shore of the Pacific.
It would have been downright lousy week until Tilo Schultz shown up when he had. He had bought a ticket on the train headed east when he had heard about the eclipse along with thousands of others. A small stripe of Vietnam was within the zone of totality unlike elsewhere, where it was expected to be more of an annular eclipse. It was a detail that had brought astronomers, photographers, academics and the merely curious by the thousands from all over the world. Unlike most of Phan’s men, Tilo knew how to speak with the tourists.
The Vietnamese Government had advertised it as soon as they had seen the predictions, but they had been unprepared for the response and the resulting stampede to the remote costal Hà Tĩnh Province. The arrival of Tilo had been an unexpected but welcome development. “I needed to escape the reach of Mad Dog Horst before he got me killed anyway” was what Tilo had to say on the matter. Even Phan had heard of Walter Horst, he was supposed to be one of the greatest of the German Generals, and to Phan’s eternal bewilderment, he had been having Tilo help him study the tactics of the Japanese Imperial Army. Small wonder Tilo had caught a train to the other side of the planet.
Now, standing on the beach they were waiting. As Phan watched the sky was darkening, becoming dim like twilight. They had all been warned not to look at the sun, so Phan didn’t, but he could see wavy shadows on the ground all around them.
“Here” Tilo said handing Phan a piece of black glass that all the Europeans seemed to have. Tilo apparently had a couple of them, so he gave Phan one. Looking to the sky, Phan looked and saw the moon covering a substantial portion of the sun which was red through the glass. He handed the glass to one of his men and they passed it around so that everyone could get a look. In the nearest village, the sound of the villagers beating on pots and pans could be heard to frighten off the dragon who was attempting to devour the sun. They had been told it was just the moon, but either they knew better, or it was a part of the fun. Phan suspected that latter explanation was the most likely.
Then the sun just became a thin ring of silver around the moon and the stars came out, the horizon looking like right before sunrise in every direction and the stars were visible. Phan could hear clapping and cheering in the crowd. As if this were a show for their benefit. Then it was over, the sun came back out from behind the moon. That afternoon they watched as the crowds had quickly dwindled as they made their way back to the nearest train station to catch their ride back to Hanoi or Saigon. Tilo stuck around overnight as he and Phan told stories about their role in the Pacific War. The next day Tilo had said that he wasn’t planning on sticking around, he had other places to explore and he’d already been all over Vietnam. Phan wished him luck.
Near Kleinburg, Silesia
Ilse was still getting used to the silence. She had started taking Biology courses at University in hopes of gaining an understanding of who she was. She had learned all of that and far more than she had been prepared to learn. Oddly, she had thrown herself into those studies to keep from being overwhelmed. When the break between the winter and summer terms had rolled around she had spoken to her Professors of her need to continue those over the break. They had been apologetic but had told her that she could learn a great deal from going out into the forest. For Ilse that had seemed absurd, she had never been more than a few kilometers from the Berlin neighborhoods where she had lived her whole life.
It had been Helene’s mother who’d come up with the idea that she travel to the von Richthofen estate in Silesia. It included a section of ancient forest unlike anything found elsewhere. There were quite a few things that she had needed to know before the Graf had allowed her onto his property. The remains of soldiers were still occasionally found. If Ilse found them she was to inform the Graf immediately and he would take care of it. By now it would be just scattered bones and bits of uniform, but he insisted. The other things she needed be mindful of were the wildlife, the Hunt Master who managed the estate for the Graf had insisted that he spend his time informing Ilse of the hidden dangers and there were far more than she thought there would be. She hadn't realized that unexploded ordnance could present such a problem.
Mostly, she was left to her own devices, sitting in a deer blind left over from the previous autumn with a pair of binoculars and her notebook recording her observations. While she was far from bored, there were a great many things she had noticed. The constant background noise of the city was noticeably missing and that had proven to be the hardest thing to get used to.