The House by the Fjord (2 page)

For three months, Norway, a lengthy country over a thousand miles long with a population of just four million people, who had known only peace for two hundred years, held out against the German invaders. Yet, eventually, the King and his son and the government were forced to flee into exile in England. It was the moment when a resistance movement was born and became so strong that the Germans could be said never to have conquered Norway. As for the country's gold, it was smuggled out to safety in fishing boats to be housed in Fort Knox, while every ship in Norway's large mercantile fleet made its way to an Allied port and served in convoys and performed other wartime activities throughout the hostilities.

With a last lingering look shoreward, Anna turned away from the rails and went down to her cabin.

She was up early in the morning and now there was plenty of activity on shore amid clusters of houses. Almost without exception, every one of them had the red, white and blue flag of Norway or an equally patriotic pennant flying from a flagpole or staff. On the water there were a number of sailing boats and those aboard exchanged waves with those cruising past.

The ship still had not docked at its destination. Anna was full of wonder at the length of this great fjord and gazed ahead as the city of Oslo began to reach out around her, giving her a splendid view of the great red-brown block that she knew to be the city hall lying directly ahead. Soon the ancient Akerhus Castle was sliding along to starboard. The city, bathed in sunshine, its windows sparkling, was truly a fine sight against its background of rising hills. And there on the quayside was her friend, Molly Svensen, waving frantically to get her attention.

Anna responded eagerly, guessing that Molly must have been early to the quayside, because the bunch of flowers she was holding had drooped in her hand. The immigration officers were already coming aboard. With a final wave, Anna went to follow other passengers to the first-class saloon where the officials had seated themselves at tables to check everyone through. Then, ten minutes later, she was descending the gangway to be met by Molly's exuberant hug of welcome, the bouquet of flowers crushed between them.

‘You're here at last!' Molly exclaimed with delight, thrusting the bouquet into Anna's hand. ‘I'm so glad! I can't wait to hear the news of everyone we know. Olav would have come with me to meet you, but he's instructing pilot recruits today.' Then, with a complete switch of topic and looking Anna up and down admiringly, she declared. ‘I love your coat! What a glorious colour! Every woman that sees you will want to snatch it off your back! There is almost nothing to buy in the shops here yet.'

‘You said in your last letter that things are getting better.'

‘So they are, but not that you will notice. We have ration cards for goods as well as food, but mostly shelves are empty.' Then she turned her attention to the nets of luggage being unloaded from the hold of the ship. ‘Now let's hope your luggage doesn't take too long to arrive.'

Fortunately, Anna's two suitcases soon appeared and the custom officer did not ask her to open them, but simply made chalk marks to pass them through. Molly's fluent Norwegian soon gained them a porter quite swiftly and he carried the luggage to the taxi rank. On the way Molly took the crushed flowers back from Anna and dumped them in a rubbish bin.

‘They are finished now, but I had to bring them. In this country all arrivals are usually met with flowers and Olav's aunt – with whom I stayed last night – insisted that I bring you a bunch from her garden. Now – as I told you in my letter – we're going to have lunch with her. She is a darling and looking forward so much to meeting you. I have wondered since passing on her invitation whether Johan's father had made some arrangements for you.'

‘No,' Anna answered. ‘His correspondence has been very brief and crisp. My impression is that he is not overjoyed at having an English daughter-in-law and he has shown no eagerness to meet me. He just suggested that I should visit him at some time in the future and that perhaps Christmas would suit me.'

Molly's eyebrows shot up. ‘Christmas! That's months away! I can't believe that if you turned up on his doorstep that he would not welcome you. All the war brides that I know personally have been received most warmly. After all, there are strong ties between our two countries. Not only were we allies during the war, but King Haakon was married to Maud, sister of our George V, until she died some time ago.'

Anna shrugged, but a catch in her voice gave away her disappointment in the coolness of her father-in-law's correspondence, even though she felt immense compassion for him in the loss of his only child. After all, he knew nothing of his son's fate until the war's end and then it was the worst possible news.

‘He may feel that the special family atmosphere of the Christmas season would help him to accept me,' Anna said. ‘I truly believe that he is so deeply grieved that he still needs more time to adjust to his loss and to having a daughter-in-law who is a stranger, instead of the son he had loved.'

‘It is odd that he should have arranged for a lawyer to come after lunch to see you today.'

‘Yes, he wanted to know where I would be immediately after my arrival. The tone of his letter suggested an urgent matter, which was why I gave Christina's address after you had given it to me. I have no idea what it can all be about.'

‘Perhaps he wants to give you some money. Maybe an allowance? Olav says the Vartdal family has always been wealthy.'

‘I have no need of anything,' Anna answered firmly, hoping that money would not be the reason for the lawyer's visit. ‘I have my Norwegian widow's pension and that covers all my needs.' She had turned her attention to the passing city, eager to see everything and to change the subject. ‘Where are we now?'

‘We're on Karl Johan gate,' Molly answered, indicating the wide street along which they were travelling, and then she pointed through the window. ‘That's the parliament building we are passing now. But look ahead. There is the royal palace.'

It was located in a fine position on a rise at the head of the wide street, similar in appearance to Buckingham Palace and virtually crowning the city. Although at the entrance there were two guards on duty in their dark uniforms and plumed hats, the vast forecourt lay without walls or railings to keep the public at bay.

‘It's all open!' Anna exclaimed.

Molly laughed. ‘Yes! Once I looked through a basement window at the side of the palace and saw a royal shirt being ironed! I should not have done it, not because I was committing any crime by walking past there, but because people respect the royal family's privacy.' She settled back in her seat. ‘But now I'll finish telling you the rest of the arrangements for today. After we have had lunch and your lawyer's visit is over, we'll catch the train to Jessheim where Olav will meet us with transport. We have one of the little houses – more like cabins really – near the gates of Gardermoen airfield that officers of the German Luftwaffe used when they were there. Their loss is our gain,' she concluded on a triumphant little laugh.

‘You sound very happy there,' Anna commented with pleasure.

Molly answered thoughtfully, ‘Yes, I am, but I have to admit to being a bit homesick at times. The other war brides – or should we call ourselves war wives now? – feel the same way, although only one of us suffered badly from it for a while. After all, although we have parties and dances and meet for drinks or for coffee, bridge or just a chat, it is – by comparison with the hectic wartime years that we all knew – very quiet here. The local people at Gardermoen all worked for the Germans – many had no choice and were secretly loyal to the King, but they had to obey their Nazi masters or get sent to a concentration camp. It is the quislings – those who were Nazi-minded – that show their hostility towards us and towards our men that escaped from the German occupation and went to join the free Norwegian forces in England.'

Anna knew all about quislings. The name had become synonymous with traitors in every Nazi-occupied land, for it had been Vidkun Quisling, a minor member of the Norwegian government, who had welcomed the Germans and grovelled to them. His reward was to be made Prime Minister and they let him take up residence in the royal palace, where King Haakon was now back in his rightful place. Quisling had been the only traitor to be shot after the liberation and, in spite of his crimes and all the terrible suffering he had caused, it had upset many people in a country that had no death sentence in its own laws.

The taxi had arrived at Aunt Christina's house. It was a charming, sun-faded peach-coloured house, built of wood, as were almost all houses in Norway, and it was enhanced by a porch and a flowering garden from which Anna's discarded bouquet had come. The door opened wide and Aunt Christina appeared. She was round-faced and smiling, a buxom lady with curly white hair, her arms thrown open in welcome to the newcomer.

‘Welcome, Anna!' she exclaimed excitedly in English. ‘I was sure that Johan would have chosen a lovely girl and you have proved me right!'

‘You knew him?' Anna asked eagerly as she was warmly embraced. After she had lost Johan, so many people had avoided mentioning his name or anything about him, thinking to spare her more grief and not realizing that talk of him was a comfort to her and kept him in her life.

‘Yes, I knew him well. A fine young man! Before the war he and my nephew – Molly's Olav – used to race the Vartdal yacht on the Oslo fjord and they were frequent visitors here.'

Christina swept the two girls into the house, which was full of sunshine through the many windows. There were several interesting wall-tapestries in traditional patterns and every window-ledge held colourful potted plants. Prettiest of them all in Anna's opinion was one with an abundance of small white blossoms cascading from a holder on the wall.

‘What is the name of that lovely plant?' Anna asked when she and Molly had freshened themselves up before luncheon.

‘It is called the Bethlehem Star,' Molly replied, giving a final touch to her hair before a mirror. ‘I have a mauve one. You'll see them in houses everywhere. I'll give you a cutting when you have a place of your own.'

‘You are forgetting,' Anna replied with a smile. ‘I'm only here on a visit.'

Molly looked unconvinced. ‘Wait until you have been here for a little while. These are exceptionally hard times in Norway as they are everywhere else that has suffered in varying degrees from the war, but there is something about the beauty of this country that gets into your blood and you never want to leave it for any length of time.'

At that moment their hostess returned to guide them into the dining room where a round table, covered by a white lace cloth, held an unusual centrepiece of a silver Viking ship filled with flowers, and the napkins were folded like fans. In a silver candlestick a lighted candle, symbol of Norwegian hospitality, flickered in the sunshine. Two large dishes of
smorrebrod
had been placed in readiness.

‘What a beautiful table!' Anna exclaimed spontaneously. Until she had met Johan she had only known British sandwiches, which always had a lid of bread, but then he took her to the Shaftesbury Hotel in London, which had been given over to the Norwegian forces for the duration of the war, and where
smorrebrod
had always been available. Yet those had been prepared with whatever meagre food was available, whereas these were piled with pink prawns, smoked salmon and some with lobster, all pleasingly garnished with parsley.

Aunt Christina was beaming at Anna's compliment. ‘Please sit down or – as we say in Norwegian –
Vaer so god
.'

It was a phrase Anna knew well. ‘
Mange takk
,' she replied as she seated herself. During the conversation that followed, Christina was extremely interested to hear that Anna was a trained teacher, for during the occupation the Germans had forbidden the teaching of English in schools.

‘The lapse is being made up now, but our children's education suffered, because so many schoolteachers were sent to concentration camps in the far north for refusing to teach the Nazi doctrine.' Christine heaved a sigh. ‘Those were terrible times. Even our judges and clergy had their authority taken away from them for refusing to be influenced by Nazism.' She shook her head as if shaking away the past and smiled brightly. ‘But we look to the future now. In my eyes, you, Anna, symbolize our new beginning, because you have endured sorrow and have now come to make a new life in this land for the sake of the loved one whom you lost.'

Anna was aware of Molly shooting her a warning glance, daring her to say that she intended to be only on holiday, but deceit was not in her nature and she felt compelled to answer honestly.

‘I'm not convinced that my future lies here—' she began.

‘Of course you are not.' Christina conceded at once, interrupting her. ‘You need to look around and get to know this country before you make firm decisions about anything. Keep an open mind.'

Having been widowed young herself, her kind eyes showed a deep understanding of Anna's dilemma. During the meal she spoke of Johan several times, recalling amusing incidents and how he and Olav had sometimes taken her on sailing trips.

‘It was my father who taught me how to sail when I was very young and I had my own little boat and loved it,' she said. ‘I used to enjoy watching Johan and Olav racing the Vartdal yacht when they were competing in races on the Oslo fjord.'

Anna recalled how often Johan had spoken of his love of sailing and how he felt that flying was akin to it in some ways. There was the same vastness in ocean and sky, the same power in one's hands, the same intoxicating sense of freedom.