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"
And
Russia
?
There
's
no
need
to
worry
about
Russia
now
,
surely
.
You
're
in
Rome
,
the
opposite
direction
.
"
"
This
morning
I
heard
our
commander
saying
we
might
be
sent
to
Russia
after
all
.
It
is
n't
going
well
there
.
"
"
You
're
a
child
,
"
said
Archbishop
Ralph
abruptly
.
"
You
ought
to
be
in
school
.
"
"
I
would
n't
be
now
anyway
.
"
The
boy
smiled
.
"
I
'm
sixteen
,
so
I
'd
be
working
.
"
He
sighed
.
"
I
would
have
liked
to
keep
going
to
school
.
Learning
is
important
.
"
Archbishop
Ralph
started
to
laugh
,
then
got
up
and
refilled
the
glasses
.
"
Do
n't
take
any
notice
of
me
,
Rainer
.
I
'm
not
making
any
sense
.
Just
thoughts
,
one
after
the
other
.
It
's
my
hour
for
them
,
thoughts
.
I
'm
not
a
very
good
host
,
am
I
?
"
"
You
're
all
right
,
"
said
the
boy
.
"
So
,
"
said
His
Grace
,
sitting
down
again
.
"
Define
yourself
,
Rainer
Moerling
Hartheim
.
"
A
curious
pride
settled
on
the
young
face
.
"
I
'm
a
German
,
and
a
Catholic
.
I
want
to
make
Germany
a
place
where
race
and
religion
wo
n't
mean
persecution
,
and
I
'm
going
to
devote
my
life
to
that
end
,
if
I
live
.
"
"
I
shall
pray
for
you
--
that
you
live
,
and
succeed
.
"
"
Would
you
?
"
asked
the
boy
shyly
.
"
Would
you
really
pray
for
me
personally
,
by
name
?
"
