Until the Dawn's Light_ A Novel - Aharon Appelfeld [67]
“I’m not saying it to flatter you.”
“I know. But the truth mustn’t be ignored.”
“In any event, pardon me, if it’s not hard for you.”
“For what, Blanca?”
“For the bad things I did to you.”
“You never did anything bad to me. You were the model I was aspiring to.”
“I ignored you.”
“Rightly.”
“Ernst,” she said, not knowing what she intended to say.
“See you soon,” he said, and hurried to escape the place.
“Ernst!” she called, stretching out her arms to stop him. But Ernst was already outside, directing his steps toward the train. Blanca didn’t move. She didn’t remember what she had said or what Ernst had told her. It seemed to her that the injustice that had been done to him years ago was now demanding recompense. True, Adolf had been much harder on Ernst than she had been: once he had beaten Ernst till he bled. When the vice-principal had asked Adolf why he had done it, Adolf replied, “He annoys me. His very existence is annoying.” The vice-principal had indeed scolded him, but not very severely.
“Ernst,” she said distractedly, trying to stand up.
The café was now full of retired people and idlers. Blanca knew most of them. One of the storekeepers whom she knew well, though she didn’t remember his name, turned to her and said, “Your grandmother Carole was a brave woman in a generation when the Jews were fleeing from their Judaism like mice. You can be proud of her.”
“I am proud of her.”
“She was the only Jewish woman in the city who wasn’t ashamed of her Jewishness, and she denounced the converts to Christianity and those who hid their Judaism.”
“I know,” said Blanca.
“That’s not enough,” said the storekeeper, rising to his feet. “You have to identify with her publicly.”
“But I converted, sir,” Blanca whispered.
“Sorry, I didn’t know. I’ll do it. I’ll stand up. Tomorrow. A closed sanctuary is a sign that there is no judgment and no judge.”
In the café they knew: the man wouldn’t keep his word. He had already made that declaration several times, but this time it had a special sharpness.
Blanca rose and said, “Pardon me.”
“I have to beg your pardon,” the storekeeper said. “You’re exempt from that obligation, but I’m not. I owe it to my father and mother. They were simple, proud Jews.”
After Blanca left the café she wandered through the streets, astonished by the wonders that the morning had brought her. At noon she went back home to see how Otto was doing. Otto was pleased and said, “Mama, you’re beautiful.”
“You’re more beautiful.”
“I’m still little.”
“But you’ll be the biggest.”
To Kirtzl she said, “I looked for work and didn’t find a thing. I’ll go to Himmelburg; maybe I’ll find something there.”
“You must find something,” said Kirtzl.
“True,” said Blanca, and the thought flashed through her mind: I’ll get rid of her, too, one day. This time Otto didn’t wrap himself around her legs. He waved and called out, “Come back soon, Mama.”
Blanca reached the station at one o’clock. The train to Himmelburg was late, and she sat at the narrow buffet and saw Ernst again. Now she realized that the inhibition dwelt in his neck. Whenever he was called to the blackboard, his head would bend to the right, the words he was saying would be choked off immediately, and he would start to stammer. His stammer, more than the rest of his movements, attracted mockery. He tried to overcome this defect, but it was, apparently, stronger than his will. Now Blanca remembered those moments with blinding clarity.
50
THE TRAIN ARRIVED an hour and a half late. Blanca went to the buffet car and ordered a drink. At the counter she met the veteran conductor Brauschwinn, a sturdy man whose bearing had been crushed by the years, but not his spirit. Every year he had accompanied Blanca’s family on their vacation. He had witnessed her mother’s illness, and during the shivah he had come to console her father. Then he had watched her father’s decline, and he had tried to ease his mind with old folk sayings. Blanca had told him about her father’s disappearance.
Blanca’s parents had liked Brauschwinn. They used to buy their tickets