Sanctuary to the Lost and Damned
Chapter 21: Fish
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AN: please review.
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May 1939
A large werewolf sat in a wooded section of the lot under one of the any tress. A pair of blue eyes watched him from a distance.
The werewolf known as 'Silent Hans' to his comrades knew that she was there. Despite her attempts to hide herself, his inhuman senses caught her scent. He noted that she had been doing that more frequently in the last few months. He had chosen to ignore her, to pretend that he didn't notice.
The young woman gathered her courage. She walked over to him. He looked up at her and away from his thoughts.
"Hello, Hans." her face looked very nervous, despite that smile on her face. She had approached him before but never had she done so with no one else around her; well unless you would count the night that she had bribed her way into the cabin that he shared with Schrödinger and proceeded to molest him. "It's me. You do remember me don't' you? I'm Rita."
The werewolf said nothing. ; Though he did feel a little insulted. He was after all, dumb and not stupid. (1) Of course he knew who she was. She was the master's only daughter; the man's only child to be more precise. He just stared at her.
"About the last time that ..." she looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry I did not mean to upset you. I just want...that is I was wondering if..." The werewolf expected her to make another declaration of love. But then her eyes came up to meet his. In them was something that he had never seen before in her. She threw herself over at him. Not expecting the assault she knocked him over. She was now on top of him. ; Her legs on either side of his hips. Distressing the werewolf was that their... private parts were against each other.
She leaned down and kissed him on the lips.
Before he could push her off him the werewolf heard a familiar voice.
"What the Hell is going on here!!"
The werewolf recognized his master's voice.
"Father!" Rita shouted in shock. She quickly got off. "Father, The roots..." she pointed to the old roots which were sticking up out of the soil. "I am fortunate that Hans was able to break my fall." She said smiling. She hoped that her father would believe that she had merely tripped. She then patted the werewolf's head as one would a dog. "Good boy."
This only angered the werewolf more as he felt more like her toy than ever.
"Come here!" Her father called her with his eyes transfixed on the werewolf. Rita walked up to her father. "You and I will talk later." he said in a low voice to her. "Now go to your room."
"But...it's still daylight!" she protested as she pointed to the sun still in the sky.
"The range then; Go practice your shot!" she didn't argue with him. As she left she hoped that her father didn't do anything to the werewolf.
"Tell me beast! Have you ever touched my daughter? Other than to kiss her just now. Have you broken anything else of hers?"(2) The master had been concerned with the kiss that he had seen. But the man was more concerned about that as what else might be happening to his daughter.
The werewolf shook his head. He had not touched her. She had been doing all the touching. He could not understand why she had chosen to pursue him. She had men at the same station level as herself, yet she had been seeking his attention for a number of years now. ; Nothing as bold as she had done the last few weeks. Mostly she had taken to watching him. He had tried to ignore her. He had hoped that if he just ignored her she might lose interest. He had reasoned that she was after some thrill.
The wealthy had an abundance of time on their hands. This allowed them to seek a variety of activities for their own amusement. He believed... no he hoped, that that was all she was doing. He knew that he could not engage in any sort of love affair with the aristocrat. It was not because of the differences in their social status or even her father, but rather because of his own decision. Decision that he made long ago.
"If I find out that you are lying to me monster, I will skin you alive do you understand."
The werewolf nodded his head.
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May 1939
Walter shoveled one load of cow poop into the wheel barrow.
The nine year old boy sighed with relief. He was finished.
Along with his pointless tasks Walter had been required to assist the many servants on the property. This particular time he was cleaning up the cow droppings from the barn.
Usually the cows were allowed to roam the fields, but it had been raining lately requiring them to stay indoors.
Walter pinched his nostrils closed as he tried to block out the smell. He thought that it was the worst imaginable smell.
The boy looked to his left. There in the corner was a cow relieving herself on the farm-clean floor.
"NO! Stop!" he shouted at the heifer.
She continued to go. Her watched as each bit fell to the ground with the knowledge that he would have to scoop it up.
The man normally in charge of this duty appeared in the doorway. "Is something wrong?"
Walter pointed to the heifer. "That one just shit again!" the boy felt his teeth grind a bit. He had been there all morning and if the cows didn't stop relieving themselves, then he would be there all night too. He was not allowed to leave until the floor was clean.
The man burst out laughing. "Well you'd better clean it up then." the man disappeared though Walter could hear the man's laugher continue for many more minutes.
Walter muttered to himself about how he had not imagined himself cleaning up cow poop when he entered employment.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another heifer relive herself.
"Damn Cows! Stop Shitting!" He yelled at them all. Walter might have thrown his shovel down in frustration, if not for the fact that he might have to pick it up, with his bare hands no less, off a floor that only moments ago had cow dung on it.
He heard someone approach. He turned. He had expected to see the man from before, but it was a woman.
The woman shook his head. "A young man shouldn't swear like that! I hope that you do not speak like that around your mother. Were I your mother, I would wash that mouth of yours out with soap. "
"Well you are not my mother!" Walter replied coolly. The boy hated when people used expressions that involved one's mother. He hated it when people would say things that began with 'didn't your mother ever...' whenever he heard these things he was reminded that he didn't have a mother do any of these things. He didn't have a mother to teach him this or that, to hug him or to tuck him into bed. He didn't have a mother to take care of him. She had left long ago because she had said in her letter that she had not a choice in the matter. The fact that these expressions were so common place was a bitter reminder of this fact. "Why are you here?"
"I'm here because Sir Hellsing has asked me to get you."
Walter waited in front of Arthur Hellsing's desk.
"Do you know why I have called you here?" Arthur asked Walter across the large desk.
"Is it because you have come to a decision regarding my future with the Hellsing organization."
Arthur smiled. "Yes, it is."
Walter frowned. He had hoped that the man would have just forgotten about his behavior earlier that months or simply forgiven him.
Many people believe that time allows for anticipation, which is difficult for many people to take. Walter, though not always as patient as the older priest had said that he ought to be, preferred to believe that he would be a member of the Hellsing organization regardless of what happened. But now he was faced with the possibly that he would get booted-out before he could get membership.
"I've decided that...you will remain with us."
"Thank you, sir!" Walter said more joyously than he had intended to.
"You know you should really be thanking, Alucard, Walter."
"Alucard?"
"Yes, he convinced me that you though not yet mature for the Hellsing Organization membership, should be allowed to remain until a time which you have become ready."
Walter thought about this for a moment. Alucard had said that he was a fool. He wondered why the creature had convinced Arthur to keep him in his employ. To say that he was surprised would be an understatement. Walter had expected this Alucard figure to get rid of him as soon as possible as a potential competitor for Arthur's favorite. His observations had taught him that people often stayed on top by eliminating their competition.
Walter went to leave. "Until then," Arthur continued, "you will be under the direct command of Alucard."
Momentarily loss of control allowed Arthur to see past Walter's facade to the confusion. "Sir, may... May I ask what you mean?"
Arthur sighed. "It means Walter that you will be reporting to Alucard. You will be following his orders as though they came from me. They often will be. He seems to feel that you are worth training now...despite your age."
"Sir, what does this mean for my butler duties?" these duties were the reason that he was employed by the man on the other side of the desk.
"Oh, yes. Those duties will be suspended until you are told that they are to resume. " Arthur smiled. "You should get some rest I imagine that Alucard will be wanting you to start you new duties tonight."
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Walter awoke at dusk to Alucard's smug face looking down at him.
Alarmed by seeing someone uninvited in his room, the boy jumped back on the bed.
"Wake up sleeping beauty." The vampire said getting off the bed. "There is much work to be done and sadly not enough time to do it in."
"Not enough time?"
The vampire did not respond to Walter's question. "Come along, boy."
Walter looked down at his attire. "Could you turn around? I need to change."
"No time." the vampire said adding, "You should have done that before."
"When!?" the boy said exasperated. Seriously when would he have had time to change with the vampire arriving and waking him from his bed? "Well, give me a minute here! You can't just walk in here and expect me to be fully dressed instantly." he clicked his fingers. "Just like that. Now leave. I said leave! You can't be in here when I change."
Ignoring Walter protests the vampire gazed up at the moon before grabbing Walter by the arm and pulling him a long for the first two yard before the boy moved more like a ghoul than a human, which was by the vampire's will, not his.
Alucard took the boy to a field.
"It's a beautiful night." the vampire remarked.
Thought Walter did not know what made a night particularly beautiful, he did not care to ask. "Why are we here?" if this was well he was training he was disappointed; he had expected for the training to be somewhere other than a field.
"I want you to decapitate the first ghoul." the ex-count demanded pointing ahead.
Walter looked in the direction which Alucard was pointing. "What ghoul?"
The vampire looked at the boy. "You want to join the Hellsing organization, even though you have no night vision? You know what we hunt don't you, boy?"
"I can see it perfectly fine! That," Walter pointed at a pole with pig carcass impaled on it, "is not a ghoul."
"No, but a mindless mass of flesh it is. There is in principle little difference." the vampire explained circling around the pig carcass which seemed to be surrounded in some sort of cloth.
"If that's what you have planned for tonight... I dunno if this is worth my time. This isn't much of a challenge..." Walter said with disappointment. He had expected more to a test of his capabilities.
"Oh?" the vampire grinned.
The creature always like surprises, they gave his life, or rather un-life some flavor. He knew that the boy was eager to be a warrior, but wanting to move up a few levels before the vampire had planned for him to do so, was ambitious. What was more was that the boy though foolish in many ways he knew that this was not the case here; he could sense that the boy was ready for the advancement.
"It isn't moving or anything." the boy continued, "I mean anyone can hit a still target! It really is a waste of time." Walter finally decided. "If that is all, I will be going back to bed now." he then started to walk toward the house, but after only a couple of steps, he heard the vampire chuckle.
"So," the vampire's voice stopped him, "if you had a target that moved you could hit it, with ease?"
"With my eyes closed." Walter said confidently. He watched with some confusion as the vampire walked off into where the carcass was. Walter then heard the sound of fabric ripping and then he saw Alucard returning with a strip of fabric.
"How about we test your confidence." The vampire said ignoring Walter's odd look.
"You're not serious are you?" Walter said choosing to not look at the cloth in the vampire's hand instead he continued giving the vampire his look of disbelief. "That is an expression, Vampire. It was not meant to be taken literally."
"Well, I suppose that I have been asleep far too long. That still does not change the fact that you said that you could. I trust that Sir. Hellsing has told you that you are under my command."
"He did." Walter said sounding bitter.
"Under my command, human, you do not say anything unless you are prepared to backup your boasting ...or threats."
Walter did not know how to respond to Alucard.
"If you say that you could attack a moving target with your eyes both closed, then I want you to prove it. You do believe that you can accomplish your goals?"
"What do you suggest I attack?" Walter responded. He had already established that the pig carcasses were a waste of time and he doubted that Arthur would sacrifice any more of the livestock that night for living targets. Even if he did what kind of challenge was slaughtering a pig?
Nevertheless He was very confident that he could hit anything.
Alucard grinned so large that it stretched from one ear to the next. "Me."
Walter felt the same sort of smile appear on his face. Walter extended his hand. "I can tie it up."
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5 Minutes Later...
Walter bend over, breathing heavy.
"It seems that we have a lot of training to do." The vampire said displaying his uncut skin.
"You cheated! You must have healed." The vampire looked at the boy in silence. "It got you. I must have." Walter mumbled the last part to himself. The vampire, having much better hearing than a human heard him quite well.
"You nearly got me I few times. I will confess this. I will also confess that for a human, you are quick. The quickest, in fact, that I have ever met. But your speed, as useful as it may be, is not enough."
"What do you mean?" asked the boy very confused. "As long as I can get them before they get me, I win. Isn't that what matters? "
The vampire shook his head. He closed his eyes as he did this. "You have much to learn Mr. Dornez. How do you want to learn? Do you want to be my subordinate, or my student?" his crimson eyes came to focus on Walter.
"What?"
"The subordinate takes orders and advice; the student asks for them."
Walter's face looked like it was thinking about this choice. Arthur had told him that he was under the direct command of Alucard, but for some reason this vampire was giving him a choice. He wondered if being a student would change the power structure between them if only by a little. The role of student might reduce the vampire's power over him, as the vampire described it at least. But he would still be following Arthur's orders to obey the vampire's command.
"Do you want to serve me as a ghoul would or would you prefer to grow as a fighter and human? Answer me." Alucard commanded.
"Student." Walter answered quickly. "I want to be your student. I want to be better." Walter straightened up his bend back. 'I want to be the best there is. 'His mind added.
"There are four basic elements to a victorious battle against a foe of greater or equal strength. Technique, skill, will and something else more important."
"Which is...?"
"Shall we." the vampire said ignoring the boy's question. He made a slice to the boy's left shoulder first with one of his fingernails.
"OW" Walter held his cut skin. Some of the blood bled through on the surrounding fabric of his nightshirt. "What the-What was that for?!"
"That was the first move in our training session."
"But why did you cut me?" this action truly surprised the boy, as he had always been the one to draw blood.
"What? Were you expecting me to, what is it, 'go easy on you?' I do not think that would do you any favors. The only thing 'going easy' ever does, is to boost your confidence. You do not need that. In fact I believe that I am correct in assuming that you do not like an easy victory. You like a challenge. I think that is why you are here. Only here can you use your talent with those..." the vampire then considered the boy's wires. They did not seem to be made of anything special, but they did have a residual aura to them that the vampire could have sworn was supernatural in origin. "Tell me Mr. Dornez, where did you get those wires?"
The boy drew his wires out to slice the vampire, but the creature was too quick. "Wanting to continue I see." Walter was not in any rush, he simply did not want to answer the question regarding the wires' origins. The truth was that he when found them. He knew that there was nothing partially special about them before he started using them. At first he found that the wires were dull, but as he practiced with them, they became miraculously sharp. He could not explain it, but his religious upbringing lead him to believe that they were a tool sent to him from God. An idea with was corroborated by the priest who had raised him.
The two continued to practice for many hours. Walter saw the vampire frown as the first ray of dawn arose from over a hill.
"There is much for you to learn."
"Well you could speed things up. What is it? What is the missing ingredient?" Walter felt that whatever Alucard seemed to feel made a warrior successful was eluding him.
"The answer should become clear enough if you think about it."
"How cryptic. Just tell me and then I can improve faster."
"NO; I will let you figure out your potentially fatal flaw. For now I will impart some wisdom to you." the vampire adjusted his hat, "The world is filled with fish. There are fish of many sizes, but the larger ones become large because they survive to grow larger. Small fish are the ones which do not flourish and stay small; they usually get eaten. I am a very large fish. The vampire you encountered a month ago, he was a large fish, but to me he was a small fish; so I ate him. To him you were a small fish. What does that tell you, boy?"
"It doesn't matter because I am not a fish; I am certainly not a small fish."
"I disagree. You could have been eaten. The Vampire had originally planned to drain you before the pervert's mind saw another use for you. Only larger fish contemplate eating a smaller fish. That is just how it is."
Walter grinded his teeth together. "If you think that I am unfit for this then why did you convince Sir. Hellsing to keep me on." he yelled.
Alucard's features softened. "Have I ever told you I thought that you were unfit? You Mr. Dornez are very skilled and up against most foes I have no doubt that you would exit a battle victorious. The issue is that time is running out."
"Time? There is tomorrow. And Sir Hellsing told me that he won't allow me to join the organization until I'm 18. I'm nine now, so I have nine years to-"
"We do not have years. We may not even have weeks. Time is ticking and you, young warrior, need to grow."
"For what?" Walter yelled exasperated.
Alucard smiled with a sort of glee. "For war. It's coming and soon you may get your chance to fight."
"War?" the boy grinned. "I'll be ready for it."
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June 1939
Schrödinger stood beside Siobhan, the female Irish werewolf that he had come to love.
Today they were getting married.
Tough it was not held in a church or conducted by a legal priest and had no legal documentation, the werewolves in watching all considered it to be legitimate.
This was confirmed for many of them with the presence of the master's daughter. None of them had expected the master or the doctor to join them, as these men did not believe that two beasts could be married even with the documents.
Rita watched the bride and groom dance. But she was not there for Schrödinger and his bride, she was there for Hans.
The entire wedding was, for the young human woman a bittersweet event. On the one hand that female werewolf was now tied with someone other than Hans, thought cheating was not impossible she did not want to consider such things. On the other side of the coin was the cruelness of watching two being who did not even had the status as 'person' be married, while she sat there longing for a wedding, no she did not require anything as formal as a wedding, she just wanted Hans to be with her.
Schrödinger had told her excitedly about everything. He had told her that since the master had not permitted them to leave the property for non-business issues; they were having an on property honeymoon. Some of the other werewolves had agreed to take on some extra work shifts to help the newly wedded couple.
Schrödinger had asked some of the others if Hans could bunk with them for the while. They of course had rejected the idea citing a lack of space. One of the cabins had been struck by lightning about a month prior to the wedding. Needless to say their master had not had another one rebuilt. This meant for Hans that he would be sleeping under the stars a few nights, but that was not something foreign to him. He had chosen to do that many nights before. It was summer, so he thought that he would be fine. It was his concern about what he would do when winter came. But that was a few months away. He decided that he would worry about that later.
Rita approached Hans. "Hello. Such a nice wedding isn't it? A perfect day."
Hans nodded In agreement.
"Hans, I heard that you are letting them have the entire cabin. How about you stay in the house till then."
Hans cocked an eyebrow. Given her recent behavior He envisioned this offer extending only to Rita's bed. He shook his head.
"There is a spare room in the house." she explained to him, though this fact makes little difference to the large werewolf. He knew that if she would put the effort into getting to his old cabin and bribing his old roommate, then being inside the house only make warding off her affections that much more difficult.
Hans then pointed to the newly married couple. This was understood by Rita to mean that she should instead give the room to them.
She frowned a little. This was not part of her plan. She wanted Hans to stay in the spare room. It was more than accessible from her room; it had a secret crawlspace between the two rooms that her grandfather had shown her when she was 4 years-old...
"Well I don't think that my father, wants two werewolves in the house, but I cannot leave you out her in the cold. You could...you could catch a cold."
Hans then looked his eyes toward a flower which could bloom in warm weather. She understood this to mean that the weather was too warm to make anyone sick.
"It still gets cold at night... And Wet. It gets cold and wet at night. I cannot have you sick."
The werewolf knew that his kind did not get sick. Much like their healing was accelerated, so was immune functions. Their supercharged immune systems did not give a pathogen enough time to enter more than a few cells before it was destroyed. This had been told to him by Schrödinger; Hans did not have the scientific mind that his ex-roommate did.
The bottom line of this all was that he knew that if he were any other werewolf she would have allowed them to die without notice. She would not have allowed any other werewolf into her house.
"I could order you."
Hans said nothing. He turned to look at his pack members who had joined in dancing. A couple of werewolves were playing self-carved flutes. They didn't play very well, but no one seemed to notice.
"In fact, I will. You will come inside when it gets dark." though her father would not be leaving until morning, she was sure that he was not likely to encounter the silent werewolf for that time.
She turned to watch the people dance. "Would you like to dance?" she asked him.
He ignored her as he left to stand with the bride. The Groom was talking with another werewolf.
Rita did not like being abandoned so quickly, but she knew that she would have Hans in the house for at least a month as her father stayed with their leader. He had not explained it to her, but she knew that it was something to do with the party.
She knew that she could alone with Hans for 30 days. She smiled. She knew that in that time she could make him love her. She knew that he belonged to her, and that she would do anything to have him to herself, regardless of the cost.
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The doctor sat at a table in his basement laboratory.
His elbow were the only thing the held the scientist up from the surface of the table. Attached to these elbows where arms to them were the man's hands which had a tight grasp on his long hair at the scalp.
The doctor was frustrated. He had spent the last ten years divided his time between two large projects of almost unimaginable outcomes.
The first project that he had been given was from Montana Max, who wanted to live forever. The doctor could understand the merits of living beyond one's lifespan, he had wondered about what he could accomplish if he could double or triple his lifespan.
The second was the task of reproducing werewolves at will. The doctor imagined that the baron wanted some sort of serum which could be injected into the blood of a loyal party member to make them a werewolf. Why the baron wanted more werewolves when the aristocrat already had nearly 30, he didn't know and he didn't ask.
Both of these experiments were failures.
At times he thought that he was making progress; like the time he stopped the growth hormone in those children, or man who seemed to have a werewolf's super immunity, before dying a painful death. In that particular case the doctor believed that some of the werewolf's immunity was temporary transferred to the ill man, but it had nevertheless killed him.
For the last year, or so, what the doctor has been submitting in his reports of progress mostly fell under the category of scientific fudging. To ensure his funding continued the doctor had fudged some numbers and exaggerated some observations.
He gripped his hair more firmly now.
The baron was now getting more anxious to hear the results than ever. The doctor had signed a ten year contract with the aristocrat over 11 years ago, so the contract had already expired. He knew that the baron would not accept his assurances that results were coming, but he could try.
He had always told them that their task would take time. Both Max and the Baron had told him that in one way or another they were not getting any younger. Montana stressed this fact the most.
He remembered back to 1928, when he first started working for the aristocrat.
He was only 16 years old, but as a prodigy such things were to be expected. (3) He could remember meeting Rita, his daughter who had only been 11 at the time. And very shortly after being told by the baron that his daughter was and would be forever more be off limits to him. The doctor had just shrugged his shoulders he had never taken any interest in girls and did not expect that she would be any different.
The baron had been so pleased with his work at first. But as time went on, the baron demanded more progress from the scientist. The scientist demanded more progress from himself, but that did not work out to more possible results.
He laughed to himself as he recalled the first time the man had been told that werewolves existed. He had not believed the baron until he was shown one, who was living on the property under the baron's employ. There were only a few at that time. He had not kept track of each and every werewolf, only the significant ones. Most of the werewolves, he had observed, had been recruited for the Baron between 1929 and 1937.
The baron, as instructed by Montana Max, was not told about the second project for the overweight man. When he began the man had made it sound like it would be only a further extension to the one with the werewolves. It was turning out to be a completely different task altogether. Montana had not the funds to sponsor the doctor's research, but he did have favorable connections with important people, people that even the baron did not have access, or sometimes even knowledge of.
The doctor groaned. He knew that when the Aristocrat returned from his business in Berlin, he would want to review the doctor's progress. The doctor had nothing to show the aristocrat. With that he was sure that he would be replaced by someone, probably older with much more success to show.
The doctor groaned again this time without even noticing it. Had had been doing everything that he could to achieve his objectives. he had slept most nights in the lab on a small cot in the corner to start work early, he had gone nights without sleep, often he would stay in his laboratory for days at a time only eating when someone brought him food and usually only leaving when he was called away. He probably spent 140 hours every week on the projects for the last ten years, yet he had still failed.
It maddened the man, who had always believe that with enough skill and knowledge any solution could be found.
He didn't not want to believe that he didn't have the skills to do that sort of work. A thought struck him. 'What is there is not solution.' the idea seemed blasphemous to the man's whose faith in science exceeded, the one he had in his God.
'Could it be,' he wondered, 'that I have been given the two impossible tasks of science.' the man snapped out of his thoughts. There was another possibility that that he did not possess the needed knowledge to reproduce a werewolf. But after all this time he did not know what else he could be possibly missing.
There was a knock at the door.
"What is it." the doctor answered sounding very monotone.
The door opened just enough for Schrödinger to poke his head through. "Hey Doctor, I um...well I was wandering if you have reconsidered my request to assist you in your lab here."
The doctor thought about this. The doctor laughed a little, but not from amusement, but instead from his life's down-slide.
Schrödinger watched him with confusion. He did not believe that he had ever seen the doctor laugh.
"Why Not" As far as the scientist was concerned he was doomed no matter what happened.
The fountain of perpetual youth.
A Werewolf generator in dose form.
"Schrödinger; please join me in the parlor room with some alcohol. The bottles are in the third cellar."
" What?...why?" the older person asked.
The doctor removed his hands from the roots of his hair. "Let's have an interview."
He laughed again, louder this time. He was sure that he was going down. He thought that he might as well enjoy it.
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AN:
(1) – Dumb originally means that one does not speak and not the current usage of being of low intelligence. The secondary meaning comes from the traditionally necessity of speech. In our society particularly in the past, if one could not speak it was usually assumed that they were retarded; since most of the population could not at that time read or write they had no other way to convey their intelligence.
(2) – Rita's Father is asking Hans if he has broken her hymen...in other words, whether his daughter is still a virgin.
(3) - a prodigy is someone who excels much quicker than their peers by a large margin. I can recall hearing about a boy who attended university at the age of 10.
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Preview of the next chapter: Dogs and Men
The baron had no love for the enemies of the party, particularly the Jews. He knew that his daughter didn't either. He had raised her to know who her enemies were and was confident that she understood why they were a threat to the family and the whole of Germany.
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