“Father,” he said to Dieter, whom he knew again, “what happened to me?” “Something heavy fell on you in James Bardawulf’s garden.” A glass with a residue of sleeping powder stood on the night table. “In James Bardawulf’s garden? Why!” He turned the glass in his fingers. “I see no point in keeping the information from you. You did something schlecht. You tried to—you ravished Caroline in the garden and James Bardawulf discovered you in the act. Your own brother’s wife! He struck you.” “This is extremely painful to hear. I do not remember this. I think you must be mistaken.”
