The Knight´s Legacy

Knudsen

Around the house several women were working and children of varied ages and mixed race were playing. While Matías approached the dwelling a white man, very old, high and still erect appeared at the door, no doubt alerted by the women that someone was approaching, what undoubtedly was  a rare and not very welcome event. Without hesitation, and without having made plans on how to handle the situation, Matías addressed him in Spanish and in a direct way.

“Mr. Lund? My name is Matías Lucioni, I'm Argentine and grandson of Heinz Horstmann. Could I speak a word with you?”

The frank approach achieved its effects. Lund-Knudsen hesitated, possibly reasoning that if he had  already been discovered he had nothing to lose listening to this young man, to whom he let pass into the humble dwelling. However, his attitude was suspicious and retracted.

Matías spoke clearly, noting with relief that the old man was lucid and understood Spanish well, which was natural since he had lived in Chile. He explained the persecutions suffered by his grandfather whose final destination was unknown, the mission entrusted to his heir, and finally his talk with Dieter Knopf´s son. There was no longer doubt that Lund was Knudsen because the old every now and then nodded showing that everything Matías was telling him was familiar. Once he finished his  explanation Matías asked for help to fulfill the legacy Horstmann had left him and discover the secret that housed the Nazi base in Antarctica. As Braunstein had instructed him Matías  offered the old man  protection against his old comrades and economic support. Knudsen, even reluctantly, asked him to allow him thinking until the next day, given that those were long guarded secrets whose disclosure could be dangerous to everyone who had access to them. He was a quiet man by nature, and as he felt the secret of his identity revealed he had become further locked in his silence. As in the meantime it had become late, Knudsen-Lund invited him to dinner with his family and to spend the night in a nearby hut, to which Matías agreed since the last bus back to Rio already had passed, so he had actually no alternatives. While they talked, the boy saw a yellow portrait of a young Knudsen dressed in a brown shirt surrounded by other men with banners with swastikas and torches in their hands. Handwritten at the bottom of the photo read Unten den Linden 1936. No doubt the photo had been obtained in one of the Nazi meetings on the promenade of Berlin of that name, usually presided over by Hitler himself. Since it was the sole ornament in the house, Matías deduced that it had a high value for the old man, who probably felt now a conflict of loyalties.

At dinner Matías  formally met Knudsen´s extended family. There were three black women of different ages, one of them significantly older who probably was his wife, several children of mixed races, what led Matías to wonder until what age had the Norwegian been sexually active. There was also a young woman with ebony skin with regular features and a body of generous curves who was obviously not Knudsen´s daughter. Matías soon  realized that the girl did not take her eyes off him in a rather provocative way. The talk at the dinner was scarce in a very warm atmosphere despite the Sun had already set. At a certain moment Matías excused an instant and in a rudimentary bath took off his shirt, leaving in a muscular t-shirt. As he returned, Knudsen stared inquisitively at the diamond shaped stain at the base of his neck  .

“It is a birth stain; apparently it is a characteristic of my grandfather Horstmann´s family.”

Knudsen recalled the explanation given by von Knobelsdorff about Heinz Horstmann´s stain and the ignorance of the latter, many years before, about its meaning. Somehow this fact reassured him that the boy was who he claimed to be, a descendant of  Heinz Horstmann.

“Do you know what that stain means?” He asked. As Matías answered negatively he continued. “It  is a hallmark of one of the families of the high nobility of Northern Germany and the Baltic countries.”

Knudsen changed his attitude from that moment on, looking more relaxed, less on guard and with a certain cordiality that was likely not frequent in him.

“Come see me tomorrow early in the morning.” He told Matías after the dinner.

Matías said goodbye to the family and decided to go to the hut. Sideways, he saw that the black girl was also leaving the house and a certain wiggle of her hips that seemed aimed at him, suddenly aroused him. He left the house and went to the hut but immediately saw at the light of the waning Moon the girl looking at him from a clump of vegetation. A dark leg poked out of the sarong she was wearing. Matías approached her without hesitation and stroked the bare thigh. Desire invaded both youths. He wanted to take her to the shack, distant about fifty meters, but the girl, who at all times had the initiative, dragged him to the ground, on a soft cushion of leaves. The woman took off her dress exposing their round black curves, which changed the desire in passion. The two naked bodies rubbed their skins for a few seconds, until they joined in a vigorous and ardent i*********e followed by a painful o****m almost at unison. In the anticlimax  Matías intended  to withdraw from the body of the young woman, but surprisingly her thighs tightened retaining him. This gesture was extremely exciting for the boy, who compliant remained attached. They both explored their hot bodies with their lips, tongue and hands, causing each other pleasure and pain at times. In the course of a prolonged session of physical love they reached c****x three times. The girl finally stood apart, tied the sarong around her body and withdrew in silence leaving Matías exhausted. He slowly stood, dressed up briefly and headed towards the hut. As he walked, soul and body were in conflict; the body was exhausted but jubilant, but in his mind and soul swarmed mixed feelings. Matías had never associated s*x with sin for religious reasons, but a sense of guilt was invading him. He had betrayed Debbie, and this brought him uneasiness. The worst was the certainty that he had enjoyed the more intense and full s*x experience of his life. Somehow he knew that in the future he would not have s****l fantasies only memories of that night in which all they had been met. He suddenly thought of Knudsen, of the cause for which the Nazi had surrounded himself with people of another race.

“They have pulled out his ideology by the dick.” Thought Matías shrugging involuntarily his shoulders.

While he was approaching the hut the boy heard at his back a screech of tires, people running and cries coming from the unpaved street in front of the house; the shock bristled his neck hair. Forgetting any caution Matías turned on his heels and headed toward Knudsen´s house instead of going to the hut. Suddenly he saw a muzzle flash through one of the windows of the house, at the time that  heard an unmistakable firearm detonation .