remember from their childhood. The official
version was that he had grown up with the Juul
family on a farm in Grini, but the truth is that he
grew up with various foster parents and in various
institutions around Norway before finally landing
in the childless Juul family as a twelve-year-old.’
‘How do you know he lied about it?’
‘It is rather a strange story, but one night Even
and I were on watch outside the camp we had set
up in the forest, north of Harestua, when something
strange happened to him. Even and I were not
particularly close at that point and I was extremely
surprised when he began to tell me about how he
had been abused as a child and how nobody had
ever wanted him. He told me some extremely
intimate details of his life, and some of it was
painful listening. Some of the adults he had been
placed with ought to have been . . .’ Fauke
shuddered.
‘Let’s go for a walk,’ he said.‘Rumour has it the
weather’s nice outside.’
They walked up Vibes gate to Stenspark, where
the first bikinis were on display and a glue-sniffer
had strayed from his shelter at the top of the hill
looking as if he had just discovered planet Earth.
‘I don’t know what brought it on, but it was as if
he became another person that night,’ Fauke said.
‘Very odd, but the strangest thing was that the next
day he behaved as if he had forgotten the
conversation we had had.’
‘You said that you weren’t very close, but you
told him about some of your experiences on the
Eastern Front?’
‘Yes, of course. Not a lot else was happening in
the forest. For the most part we were moving
around and keeping an eye on the Germans. And
there were quite a few long stories while we were
waiting.’
‘Did you talk much about Daniel Gudeson?’
Fauke stared at Harry.
‘So, you’ve found out that Even Juul is obsessed
by Daniel Gudeson?’
‘I’m just guessing for the time being,’ Harry said.
‘Yes, I talked about Daniel a lot,’ Fauke said.
‘He was like a legend, Daniel Gudeson was. It’s
rare to meet such a free, strong and happy spirit as
him. And Even was fascinated by the stories. I had
to tell them again and again, especially the one
about the Russian he went into no man’s land to
bury.’
‘Did he know that Daniel had been to Sennheim
during the war?’
‘Of course. Even remembered all the details
about Daniel I was beginning to forget and he
reminded me. For some reason, he seemed to have
totally identified with Daniel, although I can hardly
imagine two more different people. Once when
Even was drunk he suggested I start to call him
Uriah, just as Daniel had done. And if you ask me,
it was no coincidence that he only had eyes for
young Signe Alsaker at the end of the war.’
‘Oh?’
‘When he found out that Daniel Gudeson’s
fiancée’s case was due to come up, he went to the
courtroom and sat there all day just looking at her.
It was as if he had decided in advance that he was
going to have her.’
‘Because she had been Daniel’s girl?’
‘Are you sure this is important?’ Fauke asked,
walking up the path towards the hill so quickly that
Harry had to walk faster to keep up with him.
‘Absolutely.’
‘I’m not sure if I should say this but, personally, I
believe Even Juul loved the myth of Daniel
Gudeson more than he ever loved Signe Juul. I’m
sure that his admiration for Gudeson was a strong
contributory factor in his not resuming medical
studies after the war, but studying history instead.
Naturally enough, he specialised in the history of
the Norwegian Occupation and the Norwegian
soldiers at the Eastern Front.’
They had arrived at the top and Harry wiped
away his sweat. Fauke was hardly out of breath.
‘One of the reasons that Even Juul established
himself so quickly as a historian was that as a
former Resistance man he was a perfect instrument
for writing the history that the authorities felt
postwar Norway deserved. By keeping quiet about
the widespread collaboration with the Germans
and focusing on the little resistance there was. For
instance, Juul devotes five pages to the sinking of
the Blücher on the night leading to 9 April in his
history book, but he quietly ignores the fact that
prosecutions against almost 100,000 Norwegians
were being considered at the trials. And it worked.
The myths of a Norwegian population fighting
shoulder to shoulder against Nazism live on
today.’
‘Is that what your book will be about, herr
Fauke?’