“Welcome! Please make yourself at home; there are drinks and cigars for the gentlemen. Food is in the dining room. Help yourself.”
Bamler looked at the food and saw the expensive drinks and cigars and gave Canaris a quizzical look. “You would not think there was a war going on,” he mumbled. Canaris smiled.
“Ah look – there is my American friend,” announced Schmidt, and greeted Rishaan and his father at the door. Rishaan made himself busy playing with the other children. They all found him fascinating, as they soon found out that he lived in England and was half American. They tried their imperfect English, which led to much hilarity, and Rishaan found it very difficult not to let on he could speak German.
They started playing a game, the rules of which, despite his German, seemed to
