Part 25, Chapter 283
Chapter Two Hundred Eighty-Three
2nd February 1943
Potsdam
It was the fourth anniversary of the Reichstag bombing. That had surprised Kat, it seemed like yesterday that she’d watched the glass dome atop that building be consumed by fire an instant before getting caught up in the blast. At the same time that also seemed like a very long time ago with everything that had happened since.
She’d been worried that it would be because of some nightmarish situation that would get her the Merit Cross in gold. Where she would have to wade through a river of blood, again. Instead she had gotten it for work on behalf of women prisoners of war. Kat suspected that the Empress had been the real driving force behind that, in an effort to get the Reichstag to take the problem seriously. Shame sometimes gets you what you need or at least a little bit of help. Kat had also been awarded the Red Cross Medal, 3rd Class.
Kat found that a bit ironic considering the exact nature of the “illness” that she’d most often had to arrange treatment for. The State wanted the Russian women to begin to contribute to the economy and they could hardly do that if in a few months other arrangements would have to be made, could they. While no one was forced to do anything, the whole thing had left a bad taste in Kat’s mouth. A couple more additions to the growing pile of less than deserved decorations that she had.
The bright spot was Nika Utkin, her hands were healing. When Kat had gone to visit her, she’d spoken to the Doctor who told her that while Nika was unlikely to take up the piano she would eventually be able to lead a normal life. The surprise was that Jehane had wanted to spend time with Nika. Kat had warned her it that could be dangerous for her, if she were recognized… Jehane had batted that aside. Jehane had said that if Kat had taught her anything it was that there was nothing to be gained from cowering in fear and like Nika she had been injured because of something beyond her control. Kat wasn’t sure if she should be proud or scared by that sentiment.
Now in commemoration of those who lost their lives in the bombing and the current war the Empress had allowed for a reception to held in the Palace. It also happened to be the only formal social event of this season. Kat had attempted to beg off only to find that Kira would have none of that. Kat had emerged as a clear heroine and represented in many people’s minds much of what was good about her country. Kat had been about to tell Kira that was a load of rubbish when the Empress had told her that she was attending, end of discussion.
Kat had been thinking about how she was going to force herself to attend, possibly wear her dress uniform, be seen, then leave quietly when there was a knock on her front door. When she opened it Aunt Marcella, Gerta and Helene were standing there.
“Don’t you dare, Kat” Helene said as she pushed past Kat into the apartment.
“Don’t dare what?” Kat asked.
“Whatever socially awkward sabotage you’re planning on carrying out tonight” Gerta said.
Kat saw Jehane’s head poke out of the door of the bedroom and realized that she had a traitor under her roof. She then saw the garment bag that Marcella was carrying and the take no prisoners look on her face.
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A couple hours later Kat was feeling very self-conscious as Helene and Gerta led her into the Marble Hall. She was wearing the dark blue silk gown that her Aunt and so-called friends had insisted that she wear. She had seen how the gown was cut and swiftly realized that it was something she would never have picked out herself. Marcella had her usual argument that she’d had with Kat so many times before as she brushed out Kat’s hair.
“God forbid anyone ever find out that Katherine Mischner is actually a beautiful woman” Marcella had said.
Gerta who’d been working on doing Kat’s face and Helene who’d been blocking the door had both smiled when they heard Marcella say that. The orange silk sash that the star of the Order of the Black Eagle was worn on worked perfectly to obscure the two pale jagged scars on her shoulder.
Then Kat had been forced to wait while Helene and Gerta got ready themselves. Marcella had insisted on getting a photograph, otherwise no one was going to believe this. Real funny.
As they entered the Marble Hall Kat realized that as many times as she had passed through this room on her way to the Women’s wing she’d never seen it fully lit up like this.
“Got your reclusive friend out I see, Lagertha” Field Marshal von Wolvogle said to them as he walked up and greeted his daughter. He was wearing what he must have considered a formal uniform reflecting his rank, enough silver braid to rig a sailboat and every medal he’d received over a lifetime. Kat was glad he wasn’t standing in direct sunlight. Kat had heard that he was splitting his time between Berlin and Wunsdorf planning the upcoming spring offensive. It was said that his stock was on the rise since he’d delivered the most crushing military victory since Cannae. Kat felt that wasn’t a great comparison. In the end things hadn’t turned out so well for Hannibal or his allies.
“If I could have this dance, Freiin Katherine?” Wolvogle asked with a slight bow. Kat looked at Helene and Gerta who just stood there with slight smiles. Yeah, humor the old goat. They would probably be all giggles as soon as Kat stepped out onto the dance floor. Surprisingly, the old Field Marshal was a good dancer. “The day I can’t ride a horse or dance with a pretty girl will be the one where they finally bury me” he said.
Eventually he’d passed Kat on to Kurt. “You remember Hauptmann Knispel, Katherine?” He asked, “He’s not that bad when you’re not trying to twist his arm off.” He then said to Kurt “Careful, she’s one of the original Hellcats.” Kat knew that was the name that was settled on for the SKA Regiment.
2nd February 1943
Potsdam
It was the fourth anniversary of the Reichstag bombing. That had surprised Kat, it seemed like yesterday that she’d watched the glass dome atop that building be consumed by fire an instant before getting caught up in the blast. At the same time that also seemed like a very long time ago with everything that had happened since.
She’d been worried that it would be because of some nightmarish situation that would get her the Merit Cross in gold. Where she would have to wade through a river of blood, again. Instead she had gotten it for work on behalf of women prisoners of war. Kat suspected that the Empress had been the real driving force behind that, in an effort to get the Reichstag to take the problem seriously. Shame sometimes gets you what you need or at least a little bit of help. Kat had also been awarded the Red Cross Medal, 3rd Class.
Kat found that a bit ironic considering the exact nature of the “illness” that she’d most often had to arrange treatment for. The State wanted the Russian women to begin to contribute to the economy and they could hardly do that if in a few months other arrangements would have to be made, could they. While no one was forced to do anything, the whole thing had left a bad taste in Kat’s mouth. A couple more additions to the growing pile of less than deserved decorations that she had.
The bright spot was Nika Utkin, her hands were healing. When Kat had gone to visit her, she’d spoken to the Doctor who told her that while Nika was unlikely to take up the piano she would eventually be able to lead a normal life. The surprise was that Jehane had wanted to spend time with Nika. Kat had warned her it that could be dangerous for her, if she were recognized… Jehane had batted that aside. Jehane had said that if Kat had taught her anything it was that there was nothing to be gained from cowering in fear and like Nika she had been injured because of something beyond her control. Kat wasn’t sure if she should be proud or scared by that sentiment.
Now in commemoration of those who lost their lives in the bombing and the current war the Empress had allowed for a reception to held in the Palace. It also happened to be the only formal social event of this season. Kat had attempted to beg off only to find that Kira would have none of that. Kat had emerged as a clear heroine and represented in many people’s minds much of what was good about her country. Kat had been about to tell Kira that was a load of rubbish when the Empress had told her that she was attending, end of discussion.
Kat had been thinking about how she was going to force herself to attend, possibly wear her dress uniform, be seen, then leave quietly when there was a knock on her front door. When she opened it Aunt Marcella, Gerta and Helene were standing there.
“Don’t you dare, Kat” Helene said as she pushed past Kat into the apartment.
“Don’t dare what?” Kat asked.
“Whatever socially awkward sabotage you’re planning on carrying out tonight” Gerta said.
Kat saw Jehane’s head poke out of the door of the bedroom and realized that she had a traitor under her roof. She then saw the garment bag that Marcella was carrying and the take no prisoners look on her face.
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A couple hours later Kat was feeling very self-conscious as Helene and Gerta led her into the Marble Hall. She was wearing the dark blue silk gown that her Aunt and so-called friends had insisted that she wear. She had seen how the gown was cut and swiftly realized that it was something she would never have picked out herself. Marcella had her usual argument that she’d had with Kat so many times before as she brushed out Kat’s hair.
“God forbid anyone ever find out that Katherine Mischner is actually a beautiful woman” Marcella had said.
Gerta who’d been working on doing Kat’s face and Helene who’d been blocking the door had both smiled when they heard Marcella say that. The orange silk sash that the star of the Order of the Black Eagle was worn on worked perfectly to obscure the two pale jagged scars on her shoulder.
Then Kat had been forced to wait while Helene and Gerta got ready themselves. Marcella had insisted on getting a photograph, otherwise no one was going to believe this. Real funny.
As they entered the Marble Hall Kat realized that as many times as she had passed through this room on her way to the Women’s wing she’d never seen it fully lit up like this.
“Got your reclusive friend out I see, Lagertha” Field Marshal von Wolvogle said to them as he walked up and greeted his daughter. He was wearing what he must have considered a formal uniform reflecting his rank, enough silver braid to rig a sailboat and every medal he’d received over a lifetime. Kat was glad he wasn’t standing in direct sunlight. Kat had heard that he was splitting his time between Berlin and Wunsdorf planning the upcoming spring offensive. It was said that his stock was on the rise since he’d delivered the most crushing military victory since Cannae. Kat felt that wasn’t a great comparison. In the end things hadn’t turned out so well for Hannibal or his allies.
“If I could have this dance, Freiin Katherine?” Wolvogle asked with a slight bow. Kat looked at Helene and Gerta who just stood there with slight smiles. Yeah, humor the old goat. They would probably be all giggles as soon as Kat stepped out onto the dance floor. Surprisingly, the old Field Marshal was a good dancer. “The day I can’t ride a horse or dance with a pretty girl will be the one where they finally bury me” he said.
Eventually he’d passed Kat on to Kurt. “You remember Hauptmann Knispel, Katherine?” He asked, “He’s not that bad when you’re not trying to twist his arm off.” He then said to Kurt “Careful, she’s one of the original Hellcats.” Kat knew that was the name that was settled on for the SKA Regiment.
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