CHAPTER FIVE
It was a cool morning when two strangers approached the village. They had traveled a long way across the Irish Sea, and then taking the train inland, past the remnants of the Viking invasion, to the inlands with its whitewashed houses and donkey carts, and further towards the rocky west coast.
They first stopped at the church, telling of the Nazis and their plan for world domination. The priest seemed disinterested, for what would the Germans want here? They were fishermen. Then they told him the plan. This took hours of refusing, consent, refusing, and consent after telling him of the prisoners hunted down by eight and nine year old boys.
"We want to get volunteers to help fight these Nazis, Father. They've done a sinful thing, causing young couples to commit fornication all in the name of the Fuhrer to produce angelic children, blonde haired blue eyed children, but whose hearts are as black as those that Lamach and Cain produced. Now if you could find a young man and woman who—we do have a priest that will marry them. We'll make sure they produce children, good Irish stock, much like what Japeth produced."
"And what if the war not come?"
Reichart did not think of this, but he had an answer. "And if it does not, you have children in your parish who will heal your sick, or rescue those who are in peril. Perhaps one that would enter the priesthood."
It did not take long for a volunteer. "Morgan Lynch," he said, "and this is my girl friend Mary."
He was a tall man, red of hair, and blue of eyes, looking almost like the Celts that invaded Ireland before the time of Christ. A month later, he and his girl were married in London and on their way to the secret country estate.
Meanwhile, other couples went to Wales where they obtained another couple, and another found in Scotland. The four volunteers arrived by train almost as Morgan Lynch arrived at the estate.
However, the most dangerous part was crossing the Channel and going to parts of Scandinavia, finding couples in not only Norway, but Sweden, and Denmark as well. They also went to the Netherlands, which was a problem since there were many varieties, the Spanish inquisition having driven many Jews north, the Vikings having produced their seed back in the tenth century, and before that the Germans mingling with the Gauls, and before that the Romans with the Gauls. However, they had to have couples from every type so they did the best they could.
When they approached Germany, they found those who hated the Nazis so much , they would do anything and one more couple was found However, they needed another, but figured they would have to look in the German English population.
Now they traveled east to Czechoslovakia, Poland, Macedonia, and down to the Baltic shores. Some crossed over to Italy and still another couple went to Southern and Northern Spain as well as France. They covered every country in Europe.
"Not enough," said Southam looking over the list. "So far we have two from Ireland, three from Spain, three from Italy, two from Scotland, one from Germany, and one from Holland, the man's named Jarold Von Something or other, (anyway I can't pronounce the last name) as well as two from Wales. That is way below the thirty-six minimum and not close to the one hundred and forty-four maximum. We have to consider that we are choosing ones with all the blood type variables, not just A, B and O positive, but the negatives and the variations in between and in the case of rare blood types, we have to make sure that at least four of the children born are those types." He wanted the population to be like that in Europe more than two hundred years ago, and possibly one thousand years ago, but getting the right volunteers was hard. He had to try a new angle, but what he did not know. "Why are not men like what was born thousands of years ago?"
"Because of the Flood, sir," said his aide, "and oh Reichart and Carmichael volunteered."
Southam looked up. "Carmichael's married and his wife's delicate little thing. They're expecting their second. As for Reichart, he's already on the list. The German couple. You should see his soon to be wife. The sergeant's almost blonde but she's has bright red tresses, almost like those pictures from the old German paintings, and quite husky, strong build. Why she'd be a natural in one of those Wagner operas. That's the real German ancestry not the fake Aryan type that Hitler prefers. Listen!"
The loud wail of a siren spread through the streets. Cautiously Southam opened the window and heard a voice of a young newsboy peddler.
"War declared! Hitler invades Poland! England is at war with Germany!"
"It's finally happened," he told his aide, "Now we have to work with what we have."
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It was a cool morning when two strangers approached the village. They had traveled a long way across the Irish Sea, and then taking the train inland, past the remnants of the Viking invasion, to the inlands with its whitewashed houses and donkey carts, and further towards the rocky west coast.
They first stopped at the church, telling of the Nazis and their plan for world domination. The priest seemed disinterested, for what would the Germans want here? They were fishermen. Then they told him the plan. This took hours of refusing, consent, refusing, and consent after telling him of the prisoners hunted down by eight and nine year old boys.
"We want to get volunteers to help fight these Nazis, Father. They've done a sinful thing, causing young couples to commit fornication all in the name of the Fuhrer to produce angelic children, blonde haired blue eyed children, but whose hearts are as black as those that Lamach and Cain produced. Now if you could find a young man and woman who—we do have a priest that will marry them. We'll make sure they produce children, good Irish stock, much like what Japeth produced."
"And what if the war not come?"
Reichart did not think of this, but he had an answer. "And if it does not, you have children in your parish who will heal your sick, or rescue those who are in peril. Perhaps one that would enter the priesthood."
It did not take long for a volunteer. "Morgan Lynch," he said, "and this is my girl friend Mary."
He was a tall man, red of hair, and blue of eyes, looking almost like the Celts that invaded Ireland before the time of Christ. A month later, he and his girl were married in London and on their way to the secret country estate.
Meanwhile, other couples went to Wales where they obtained another couple, and another found in Scotland. The four volunteers arrived by train almost as Morgan Lynch arrived at the estate.
However, the most dangerous part was crossing the Channel and going to parts of Scandinavia, finding couples in not only Norway, but Sweden, and Denmark as well. They also went to the Netherlands, which was a problem since there were many varieties, the Spanish inquisition having driven many Jews north, the Vikings having produced their seed back in the tenth century, and before that the Germans mingling with the Gauls, and before that the Romans with the Gauls. However, they had to have couples from every type so they did the best they could.
When they approached Germany, they found those who hated the Nazis so much , they would do anything and one more couple was found However, they needed another, but figured they would have to look in the German English population.
Now they traveled east to Czechoslovakia, Poland, Macedonia, and down to the Baltic shores. Some crossed over to Italy and still another couple went to Southern and Northern Spain as well as France. They covered every country in Europe.
"Not enough," said Southam looking over the list. "So far we have two from Ireland, three from Spain, three from Italy, two from Scotland, one from Germany, and one from Holland, the man's named Jarold Von Something or other, (anyway I can't pronounce the last name) as well as two from Wales. That is way below the thirty-six minimum and not close to the one hundred and forty-four maximum. We have to consider that we are choosing ones with all the blood type variables, not just A, B and O positive, but the negatives and the variations in between and in the case of rare blood types, we have to make sure that at least four of the children born are those types." He wanted the population to be like that in Europe more than two hundred years ago, and possibly one thousand years ago, but getting the right volunteers was hard. He had to try a new angle, but what he did not know. "Why are not men like what was born thousands of years ago?"
"Because of the Flood, sir," said his aide, "and oh Reichart and Carmichael volunteered."
Southam looked up. "Carmichael's married and his wife's delicate little thing. They're expecting their second. As for Reichart, he's already on the list. The German couple. You should see his soon to be wife. The sergeant's almost blonde but she's has bright red tresses, almost like those pictures from the old German paintings, and quite husky, strong build. Why she'd be a natural in one of those Wagner operas. That's the real German ancestry not the fake Aryan type that Hitler prefers. Listen!"
The loud wail of a siren spread through the streets. Cautiously Southam opened the window and heard a voice of a young newsboy peddler.
"War declared! Hitler invades Poland! England is at war with Germany!"
"It's finally happened," he told his aide, "Now we have to work with what we have."
. . Posted on Yahoo groups 3/6/2004 Posted on Fan Fiction Net