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damned, I know where I am going to, and I
know who has led the way. It was he who
led us through the burning streets of Louvain
and through the smoking ruins of what was
once called Aerschot; it was a peaceful town
when we entered it and it was a blazing
furnace when we left it. It was he who made
us shoot the women and children at Dinant,
and sprinkle their houses with petroleum and
light them with our torches. It was he who
made us loot and plunder Termonde and,
drunk with wine and blood and lust, break
into their houses and outrage their women.
I rolled off to sleep that night with a bottle of
champagne in my hand on the steps of the
high-altar in one of their churches . . . so
you had better spare your priest coming to
see me through! Do not trouble about me,
you Red Cross people, for I have shot lots of
your wounded at Tamines! Don’t read any
Pater Nosters for me you, Sister, for I raped
one of the nuns of the Sacré Cœur, whose
prayers did not help her more than your
prayers can help me. Well may you lie there
and laugh at me, Major von Decken, for
having been such a cowardly fool as to obey
you so long. You were no coward—you!
You were as brave as a man can be, but you
were as cruel as a man can be: cruel to
us, cruel to your enemies, cruel like the
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