Chapter 24B: Translated

Mind the Time: 24 ... loosely translated. Very loosely.

"Where is this watch?"

"With the Princess."

Then, nothing would do but she recite the whole story ... in German. Half way through his scanner must have vibrated in his pocket because he held up his hand, "Stoppen Sie,"

Hold on chickiepoo ... stop right there.

They were back to him speaking German. He fished his pad and read the screen. He pushed some buttons and held his hand over his left ear. He answered a voice from the palm of his hand ... probably like hearing the sea from a seashell ... probably not.

"Ja."

Fucking Berlin ... Yes?

The cupped hand asked if Vee was present.

"Sie ist hier."

If the bitch wasn't here would I be calling you?

Her full name as tendered by her Student ID?

"Wendolyn Wanzor Austin die fünfte."

WWA5th

Pet name?

"Was sagt deine Mutter anrufen?"

What the fuck does your mother call you?

"Vee," she answered.

Where is the watch?

"Wo ist diese Uhr?"

Where is the watch? I'm sorry, Wendy. I know I already asked you but these idiots in Berlin. You understand?

"Home with my mother."

The palm of his hand imparted important information. He pulled the hand away from his ear and looked at it. It was like looking at an old fashioned handset telephone and doubting what he heard. He put his palm back ... more noise from the sea.

He listened, his eyes got big, " Sie haben einen Vorfahren. Eine Wendy Von Wanzor des Herzogtums Schleswig-Holstein. Sie heiratete David James Austin."

Berlin says you're some kind of ancient German royalty.

"That's my Great great great grandmother."

So he told Berlin she wasn't the woman. Her Grannie is. The next five lines are without Berlin getting involved.

"Another relative, Andrea Slagle Austin?"

"Never heard of her."

"We are very thorough. If Berlin says you are related ... you are related."

"If you say so."

"We do."

Jesus H Christ on a crutch. Now they're saying you're some kind of Prussian Royal ... with fingers in Hapsburg ... no ... wait ... Hapsburg, Austria, Rumania AND up by the Holland border

He bowed very low. So did his minions. " Sie sind Ihre Königliche Hoheit, Wendolyn, Prinzessin Slagle Most Excellent, Koenigsknecht, Dame des Reiches des Rákóczi - habsburgischen... österreichischen, rumänischen, preußischen und der letzte überlebende Herzogin von Schleswig-Holstein."

"Can't be."

"Why not?"

"Because Wendy Von Wanzor is still alive," she giggled, "Old and feeble she may be but she's waiting in the Tower." She waved an arm in the direction of the laughingly referred to Tower, but The Wanzor was almost upon them.

"I'll give you old and feeble, wench," she said. "Who is this?"

"The cops."

Heel clicking, bows, curtseys as per sex. The tenor ... the tall guy ... looked at them, "But you are twins." He spoke into his pad.

The Wanzor blushed. While the tall guy was speaking to his pad, Vee said, "Twins? I don't know if I'm honored or insulted. Grannie ... you're old."

"Welche Austin sind Sie?" he asked the newcomer.

Which Austin are you?

Wendy looked at him and explained, "Oh, ich habe nie gelernt, Deutsch zu sprechen. Ich hatte nie das Bedürfnis. Sicherlich sprechen Sie Englsh."Oh. I never learned to speak German, you better speak English

Vee began to grin.

Wendy slapped at her arm, " Hör auf damit, du elend Göre. Wenn Sie lachen zu starten, erhalten Sie mich gehen, und wir werden nie etwas erreicht." Hold on ... quit that grinning, Brat!. If you start laughing we're in deep shit

Vee choked back the almost uncontrollable outburst.

Wendy looked expectantly at the tall blond.

With his palm to his ear he spoke to his pad, "Der Alte hat mir nur gesagt sie Deutsch nicht spricht. In perfekter und Rede Deutsch. Ich sage euch, sie schauen so ähnlich, wenn es nicht für die Kleidung Ich konnte sie nicht unterscheiden."

The old broad just told me she doesn't speak German ... she said it in idiomatic German. The young one is trying really hard not to laugh.

The pad asked a question.

He looked her in the eye, "Welches sind Sie?"

Which Wendy are you?