Partisans (28 page)

‘You have taken an aversion to the people, the
etniks, the Colonel, myself?'

‘A profound aversion. Well, not to you, although I must admit I don't care overmuch for what might be called your military politics. You're a total enigma to me, Peter, but I'd rather have you on my side than against me. As for the rest, I despise them. An extraordinary position for an ally to find himself in, is it not?'

‘I think I'll have some wine, too, George, if I may. Well, yes, Jamie, it's true, you have made your discontent – I might even say displeasure – rather guardedly evident from time to time but I thought you were doing no more than exercising every soldier's inalienable right to complain loudly and at length about every conceivable aspect of army life.' He sipped his wine thoughtfully. ‘One gathers there was something a little more to it than that?'

‘A little more? There was a great deal more.' Harrison sipped his wine and gazed at the burning logs, a man relaxed, at peace with himself. ‘In spite of the fact that the future looks somewhat uncertain, in some ways I owe our Captain Crni a favour. He's done no more than to pre-empt my decision, my intention, to leave Mount Prenj and its miserable inhabitants at the first convenient opportunity. Had it not been for the unexpected happening of the past couple of hours, you'd have discovered that I'd already made an official request for an official recall. But, of course, as matters stood before the appearance of Captain Crni, I wouldn't have made any such disclosures anyway.'

‘I could have misjudged you, Jamie.'

‘Indeed you could.' He looked around the room to see if there was anyone else misjudging him, but there was no-one thinking along those lines: a magnet to the iron filings, he had the undivided attention of every person in the room.

‘So you didn't – don't – like us?'

‘I should have thought that I had made that abundantly clear. I may be no soldier, and the good Lord knows that I'm not, but I'm no clown either, all appearances to the contrary. I'm educated after a fashion: in practically any intellectual field that matters the average soldier is a virtual illiterate.

I'm not educated in the way George is, I don't float around in cloud-cuckoo-land or wander among the groves of academe.' George looked profoundly hurt and reached for the wine bottle. ‘I have been educated in a more practical fashion. Wouldn't you agree, Lorraine?'

‘I would.' She smiled and said as if by rote: ‘B.Sc., M.Sc., A.M.I.E.E., A.M.I.Mech.E. Oh, he's educated, all right. I used to be James's secretary.'

‘Well, well, well,' Petersen said. ‘The world grows even smaller.' Giacomo covered his face with his hand.

‘Bachelor of Science, Master of Science we understand,' George said. ‘As for the rest, it sounds as if he was coming down with a terminal illness.'

‘Associate Member of the Institute of Electrical Engineers,' Lorraine said. ‘Associate Member of the Institute of Mechanical Engineers.'

‘It's unimportant.' Harrison was impatient. ‘Point is I've been trained to observe, evaluate and analyze. I've been out here less than two months but I can tell you it took only a fraction of that time and a minimum of observation, evaluation and analysis to realize that Britain was backing the wrong horse in the Yugoslav stakes.

‘I speak as a British officer. I don't want to sound overly dramatic, but Britain is locked, literally, in mortal combat with Germany. How do we defeat the Germans – by fighting them and killing them. How should we judge our allies or potential allies, what yardstick should we use? One. Only one. Are
they
fighting and killing Germans? Is Mihajlovi
? Is he hell. He's fighting with the Germans, alongside the Germans. Tito? Every German soldier caught in the sights of a Partisan rifle is a dead man. Yet those fools and dolts and idiots in London keep sending supplies to Mihajlovi
, a man who is in effect their sworn enemy. I am ashamed for my own people. The only possible reason for this – God knows it's no excuse – is that Britain's war, as far as the Balkans is concerned, is being run by politicians and soldiers, and politicians are almost as naïve and illiterate as soldiers.'

George said: ‘You speak harsh words about your own people, James.'

‘Shut up! No, sorry, George, I didn't mean that, but in spite or maybe because of your vast education you're just as naïve and illiterate as any of them. Harsh but true. How does this extraordinary situation come about? Mihajlovi
is a near Machiavellian genius in international diplomacy: Tito is too busy killing Germans to have any time for any such thing.

‘As far back as September 1941 Mihajlovi
and his Cetniks, instead of fighting the Germans, were busy establishing contacts with your precious Royalist government in London. Yes, Peter Petersen, precious I said and precious I did not mean. They don't give a damn about the unimaginable sufferings of the Yugoslav people, all they want to do is to regain royal power and if it's over the bodies of one or two millions of their countrymen, so much the worse for their countrymen. And, of course, Mihajlovi
, when contacting King Peter and his so-called advisers could hardly help contacting the British government as well. What a bonus! And naturally, at the same time, he contacted the British forces in the Middle East. For all I know the dunderheaded brasshats in Cairo may still regard the Colonel as the great white hope for Yugoslavia.' He gestured towards Sarina and Michael. ‘In fact, the dunderheads unquestionably still do. Look at this gullible young couple here, specially trained by the British to come to the aid and comfort of the gallant
etniks.'

‘We're not gullible!' Sarina's voice was strained, her hands twisted together and she could have been close to either anger or tears. ‘We weren't trained by the British, we were trained by the Americans. And we
didn't
come to give aid and comfort to the
etniks.'

‘There are no American radio operator schools in Cairo. Only British. If you received American training it was because the British wanted it that way.' Harrison's tone was as cool and discouraging as his face. ‘I think you're gullible, I think you tell lies and I believe you came to help the
etniks. I also think you're a fine actress.'