![]() ![]() When it finally comes time for him to leave, he promises to visit me again and bring gifts for the children. Herr Schachtner nods, satisfied with my story, and moves on to the next paper. “I suppose it was where we could escape to, with our joys and sorrows, and let them out to play.” I look at Herr Schachtner. “We thought of ourselves as the rulers of this place,” I say. I choose my words carefully, changing the kingdom into something that the rest of the world can understand. Herr Schachtner studies my face, as if he knows that there is more I want to say about it. “We used it to pass the time we spent in the carriage and on our journeys.” The kingdom, and all its secrets, were meant only for my brother and me. But to Herr Schachtner, I say something different. Woferl had whispered it to me one afternoon, a long time ago. ![]() “The Kingdom of Back?” Herr Schachtner laughs a little. ![]()
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