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A LITTLE BIT OF KARLIE - FROM "THUS SPAKE THE RAVEN"
My mother's hand shook me awake. I opened my eyes. "Is it time?" I asked. My mother nodded. Behind her I could see my grandfather wiping tears from his eyes. We had known for weeks that the call would come. I didn't fully understand why I had to leave my home. I knew it had something to do with losing the war, but I was only twelve years old. It was 1955 and the war had been over for ten years. I didn't understand why I had to leave Austria.
Grandfather drove us to the airport and walked with us across the tarmac to the waiting plane. There were others gathered there that night. Eighteen of us altogether. We were all being sent into exile. It wasn't until years later that I understood that the Allies had ordered the highest ranking members of the Austrian royal family to be sent out of the country. In exchange for our exile, Austria would be allowed to become a sovereign country once again.
My Grandfather on my father's side joined us at the airport. He took from his coat a small gold lion that was the symbol of our family. My grandfather was the Lion of Salzburg, and I knew that someday I would become the Lion. As he pinned the small gold lion to my coat he said, "You come from an old and noble family. Don't ever forget who you are. You are the Baron von Russbach. Wear your name proudly."
My grandfather held me for a long time, and then my other grandfather hugged me. Finally my mother pulled me away and we boarded the plane. There were others on the plane that I had met at family gatherings. Young men and women who I recognized, but didn't know very well.
"Where are we going?" I asked my mother.
"We are going to a place called Oklahoma. There is a man there that I will marry. He is a good man."
"But what about my father?" I asked. "You are still married to my father."
"Your father is officially dead." Mother told me.
"No he isn't. You know he isn't dead." I was ready to fight.
"I know he isn't dead, and you know he isn't dead. But if we want him to stay alive, we have to pretend he is dead. How many times do you have to be told these things."
I could tell that mother was upset. At the time I didn't realize how much she loved my father. I knew their marriage had been arranged by their father's. I knew that the house of Russbach and the house of Eszterházy needed to join and produce an heir. I was that heir. For the longest time I thought that my mother was indifferent to my father. Then I realized that she only acted that way because the pain of losing him while he was still alive was too much for her to handle.
First she lost her husband, then she lost her country, her property, her money, her title, her position, and finally the victors, who had won the war and taken everything she had, would take the last thing she loved....her son...me.
I was born the first of July, 1942 near Salzburg, Austria. On my birth certificate, I am, Gunther Karl, Baron von Russbach, Count von Eszterházy. On my father's side I am descended from the Baron who captured Richard the Lionhearted and held him for ransom. On my mother's side I am descended from Hungarian royalty. The Eszterházy's had been advisors to the Emperors of Austria for generations. The marriage between my mother and father had been arranged to cement family interests.
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