Meanwhile, Karin’s father was toasting Iserlohn’s victory with Attenborough and Poplin.
“I do feel for you, though, Admiral von Schönkopf. You were restricted to such a small part.”
“Spare me your false sympathy. I’m happy to leave rehearsals to you second-rate players while I save my energies for our upcoming performance in the imperial presence.”
“In the imperial presence?”
“The day we take Heinessen, of course,” von Schönkopf said with dauntless confidence. “It can’t be too far away.”
Attenborough and Poplin drained their light beers and muttered in unison, “Save me a place on that stage, too.”