The Black Baroness (45 page)

‘Sire,’ said Gregory, ‘the world knows what Belgium has done and honours her for it, but what will be the use of this great sacrifice your people have already made if for want of enduring to the end they are to be cast into slavery? You say that four-fifths of your country is already in the hands of the enemy but last time, when nineteen-twentieths was in the hands of the enemy, your great father still fought on.’

Leopold made an impatient gesture. ‘My father—my father—everybody throws my father at my head. We all know that he was a lionhearted saint, but I’m sick to death of being told so.’

Seeing that he had got on to the wrong tack Gregory tried another. ‘Tell me, sir; which side do you think really has the best chance of emerging victorious from the present war?’

‘How can one possibly say?’ the King shrugged. ‘At the time of Munich I would have put every cent I had on Hitler, but Chamberlain got you a year to prepare. Even last September I considered the odds to be two to one in favour of Germany. Hitler has welded the German nation into such a magnificent weapon and his Air Force was at least three times the size of those of Britain and France combined. It seemed that when he struck his blow must prove irresistible; but for some reason best known to himself he did not strike, and you gained a further eight months. Every day gained by Britain lessened the chance
of a
Blitzkrieg
succeeding, and Hitler can’t stand a long war, so by April I felt that the odds had become quite a bit in favour of the Allies. But look what the Germans have done in the last three weeks; it’s fantastic, almost unbelievable, yet not really so very different from what de Man always told me they would do. The eight-months’ respite Hitler gave you doesn’t seem to have made the least difference. At the rate you’ve been going it will be years before you can put as many planes in the air as Goering, and if Hitler goes on as he has been going it looks as if he’ll put the whole lot of us out of the war in another month.’

Gregory shook his head. ‘I’m afraid, sir, that you’re taking only the short view. When you look at the map of Europe Britain is only a very small place compared with the territory that Hitler now dominates; but if you look at the map of the world, you see a very different picture. Even the whole Continent of Europe then becomes a small place; whereas the might of Britain stretches out over six continents and the seven seas. As long as the British Navy rules the waves Hitler will never conquer Britain. It may, as you say, take us years to build up a great Air Force and a great Army, but in the meantime the blockade will be doing our work for us, and while Britain is growing in strength things will be getting worse and worse in Germany, so that when at last we
are
able to take the offensive Hitler’s defeat will be absolutely inevitable.’

‘I know, I know.’ With his hands clasped round his knees Leopold rocked from side to side. ‘But what is to happen in the meantime? Men, women and children are being killed by the thousand, and I
can’t
allow it to go on.’

‘You admit, though, sir, that sooner or later the Allies are bound to triumph?’

‘Perhaps. Yes, I suppose so. In all but an open declaration they’ve got America behind them now, so if they can stick it they’ll probably wear Hitler down in the end.’

‘Then, it comes to a question as to
when
that end is to be. Britain will certainly not make peace until the Nazis are finished, so the only way of stopping the slaughter is for all of us to concentrate our efforts on defeating them at the earliest possible moment.’

‘Of course—of course. But Belgium has already done everything of which she is capable.’

‘No,’ said Gregory. ‘There, sir, I can’t agree. It still lies in your hands as to whether the war is to be brought to a victorious
conclusion in one or two years or not for three or four; and think of the hundreds of thousands of deaths that will lie at your door if it is allowed to drag on for that extra year or two.’

‘I don’t understand you. How can what I decide make such an enormous difference? I doubt if my Armies can hold out for another two or three days.’

‘But it is just those two or three days which may mean the difference of two or three years later on. You see, sir, if you order your troops to cease fire now, the British and the three northern French Armies will be outflanked from the north as well as from the south, and they may sustain a major defeat in consequence. If Britain lost, say, fifty per cent of the B.E.F. in one great military disaster the damage to our future war effort would be almost incalculable. It is upon those regular troops that we rely to stiffen and lead our militiamen, when their training at home has been sufficiently advanced for them to be sent overseas. If thousands of our most experienced officers and N.C.O.s are killed fighting a desperate rearguard action it is going to take us three times as long to make our new Armies effective in the field. That is why it is absolutely imperative to the Allied cause that you should fight on and by further sacrifices enable us to shorten the length of the war.’

The King took out a handkerchief and wearily mopped his face. ‘Yes; I see plainly enough that if the British first-line Army is destroyed it will take you years to build up another of anything like its quality, but it wasn’t my fault that the French gave way in the south; and that’s the real trouble. Now that the Northern Armies are cut off it is impossible to reinforce them, so you can consider the B.E.F. as good as lost. The fact of my Army’s fighting on for another few days won’t save it.’

‘But it will,’ Gregory insisted, ‘if immediate action is taken. The B.E.F., the three French Armies and the Belgian Army together, must number at least a million fighting men. Hitler is said to have four million men under arms but more than half of them must be fighting on the southern front or doing garrison duty at home, in Czechoslovakia, Poland, Norway and Holland. The odds against the Northern Armies can’t really be more than two to one, so nothing like sufficient to overwhelm the huge force we have at our disposal, in a few days’ fighting.

‘Listen, sir.’ Gregory sat forward and went on. ‘What I suggest is that you should get on to Lord Gort, the French Commander
and your own C.-in-C. and make them settle a new plan between them to throw the whole weight of this million-strong Army in the direction of Menin and Lille, with a breakthrough to the Somme as their objective. I fully appreciate that owing to its present position your own Army will have to form the rearguard and that in such a movement many thousands of men are bound to be killed and captured, but the Germans are now fighting on such a long front that they couldn’t possibly resist the weight of a million men hurled at one thirty-mile sector between Bailleul and Tournai. The Northern Armies might lose a hundred thousand—two hundred thousand—men, and you’d have to give up all that is left to you of Belgium, but in such a case even such frightful sacrifices are of comparatively little moment. The thing is that at least three-quarters of a million men would get through, they would win a great victory by cutting off all the German divisions between Albert and the coast and within a week they would have stabilised a new, solid Allied front in the fortified zone which was being held by the British and French before you called them in to help you.’

‘It might be done—it might be done,’ muttered the King; ‘but think of the slaughter.’

Under his breath Gregory cursed. He had caught the sound of planes again, and a moment later the bombs roared down. Leopold sat there, his hands clasped tightly together, his knuckles showing white. Suddenly he sprang up, crying:

‘No, no! What’s the use? My own Army would be absolutely cut to ribbons. I’ll not do it! I’m going to save what’s left of it.’

Gregory too had risen. ‘Listen, Sire,’ he pleaded. ‘I’m absolutely convinced that if you ordered the bulk of your Army to retire secretly tonight while a number of units were sacrificed to keep the Germans occupied, and if the British and French commanders gave orders for every man they’ve got to be flung at the enemy at dawn tomorrow, we’d take the Germans by surprise and make a break-through. But if you won’t do that, at least hang on for a few more days to give the French a chance to come to our assistance.’

Leopold shook his head. ‘They won’t do that.’

‘Why not? Two-thirds of the French Army have not yet been in action, and it’s eight days since Weygand was appointed Generalissimo. He’s had time by now to make new dispositions for a counter-offensive. The Germans have been going all out for seventeen days. By this time their lines of communication
must be stretched practically to breaking point and their effort almost exhausted. Weygand is perhaps the finest strategist in the world. It’s virtually certain that he will have been massing a Reserve army somewhere west of Paris and the moment the Germans show signs of weakening he’ll launch it north, on Lille. You simply
must
hang on to give him his chance to restore the whole situation, by breaking through to us since you’re not willing to try and break through to him.’

‘So you trust Weygand?’ the King asked suddenly.

‘Good God, why not?’ Gregory exclaimed in astonishment.

‘I don’t. I’ve never liked the French. That’s why I didn’t want my Ministers to go to Paris; but they overruled me. You British are too trusting. You think that the French are heart and soul in this with you because Reynaud and Daladier have made some fine speeches; but half the French politicians are rotten, or in Hitler’s pay, and if they had the chance they’d stab you in the back tomorrow. If you have any influence with your own Government, tell them to watch the French—and Weygand in particular. There, now I’ve warned you.’

‘Really, sir,’ Gregory protested with a smile, ‘I think you’re taking rather an exaggerated view of things. We all know that there are pro-Nazis like Bonnet among the French, but I find it very difficult to believe that their greatest living General is a traitor.’

Leopold shrugged. ‘All right; I don’t blame you—I don’t know myself what to believe—that’s just the trouble. Half my friends say one thing and half another. There’s the Baroness. She’s far better informed than most people, and she’s been at me for days to chuck my hand in. She says that Hitler has no quarrel with me, or the French, but that it’s the British he’s determined to smash once and for all. She says that if I ask for an Armistice Hitler will give me decent terms, re-establish my pre-war frontiers and leave me in peace to rule my people. She even adds that he will help me to rebuild my shattered country. On the other hand, there’s Yonnie here, who’s fooled the Baroness into believing that she’s a Nazi. She says that having called the Allies to my assistance, and exposed them to the full onslaught of the superior German forces in open country, I am in honour bound to carry on the war as long as there is a Belgian soldier left capable of standing upright with a rifle in his hand. She tells me that it is better that I should lose every square mile of my country—perhaps for years—perhaps for ever—
than that I should lose my soul. What am I to do? Who
am
I to believe? I don’t know—
I don’t know!
’

‘Sir,’ said Gregory. ‘Why not leave the country? Your co-ruler, the Queen of Holland, has provided you with an admirable precedent; why shouldn’t you take the same course? Come with us now in one of your cars to Ostend. There are British ships in the harbour. Within four hours we’ll have you in London, where you’ll be free of these damnable air-raids. Then you’ll be able to think clearly. Let your Commander-in-Chief carry on for the moment, then tomorrow you can take the final decision in an atmosphere of calm; which is so absolutely essential to weighing such a weighty question.’

The King stood up. For a moment Gregory thought that he had won. If only he could get Leopold to London, Churchill would imbue him with his lion’s spirit and there would be no more talk of Belgium’s going out of the war. But once more the accursed droning of aeroplanes came overhead and the bombs crashed and thundered in the fields a few hundred yards away.

‘I can’t—
I can’t!
’ cried the distraught King. ‘They’re killing my people throughout the length and breadth of Belgium as we sit here. No—no—
no
! The German emissaries are waiting upstairs to hear my decision. I’ve kept my word to you, Yonnie. I promised that I wouldn’t sign anything until I had seen your friend, but now I’m through—I’m going to make an end before they kill us all.’

Suddenly starting from his chair Leopold dashed through the curtains and above the roar of the bombs that were still falling they heard him at the door shouting an order.

Erika and Gregory looked at each other. ‘What can we do? What
can
we do?’ she murmured.

Gregory made a little helpless gesture with his hands. ‘If Hitler’s representatives are here already, God knows; but we must make a last effort to stop him somehow.’

For a few moments they stood there racking their brains in anxious silence; then the King returned, followed by two
strangers. Both were obviously German. The one had the thin, shrewd face of a diplomat; the other looked curiously out of his element in the dark lounge-suit that he was wearing, and Gregory felt certain that he was a General. They both bowed formally to Erika and marched stiffly behind the King to a desk in one corner of the low room, at which he plumped himself down, exclaiming:

‘Well, give it to me.’

The German who looked like a diplomat unlocked a flat black satchel that he was carrying and took from it two sheets of paper. One was a handwritten letter; probably, Gregory thought, a personal assurance from Hitler that if Leopold asked for an Armistice Belgium would receive generous treatment. The other had only a few lines of typescript on it and looked like a formal and unconditional request for a cessation of hostilities.

The King read the letter through, unlocked a drawer in his desk, slipped the letter inside and relocked it. He then picked up the other paper and reached out his hand for his pen. Suddenly Erika started towards him: