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Three of clubs

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… a bit of a threesome …

 


I continued in the direction in which the three fieldworkers had fled. The cart track twisted its way between some tall, leafy trees. The bright afternoon sunshine seemed to turn the leaves on the trees into living sparks.

In a clearing in the woods I came across a large wooden house. Black smoke rose from two chimneys. From a distance I saw a figure dressed in pink slip into the house.

It soon became clear that the wooden house was missing one whole wall, and I could look in at something which took me so much by surprise, I had to lean against a tree to keep my balance. On a large floor without any dividing walls was a kind of factory. It wasn’t long before I understood this had to be a glassblowers’ workshop.

The roof was held up by thick beams. There were some big white stone tubs over three or four massive wood-burning ovens. A red-hot glowing liquid bubbled in the tubs, giving off a greasy steam. Three female figures, the same size as the fieldworkers but dressed in pink, ran between the tubs. They dipped some long tubes into the substance in the tubs and blew glass into all sorts of designs. At one end of the large floor there was a heap of sand, and at the other end finished glassware was stacked on shelves along the wall. In the middle of the floor was a metre-high pile of broken glass bottles, glasses, and bowls.

Once again I had to ask myself where I was. If I ignored their uniforms, the fieldworkers could just as easily have lived in a Stone Age society. Yet now the island appeared to have a refined glass industry.

The women running the glassworks were dressed in dark pink dresses. They had almost white complexions and all three had long, straight, silver-coloured hair.

I quickly noticed, to my horror, that all the dresses had diamond symbols on the front. They were exactly the same diamond symbols you find on playing cards. One of them had three diamonds, another had seven, and the third had nine. The diamonds were silver-coloured.

The three women were so busy blowing glass that it took a long time before they noticed me, even though I was standing right in front of the large opening. They skipped back and forth across the big floor and moved their arms so lightly and gently they seemed almost weightless. I wouldn’t have been any more surprised if one of them had started to float up to the ceiling.

Suddenly the one with seven diamonds on her dress saw me. I was about to run away, but when she looked up she got so confused she dropped a glass bowl onto the floor. When it smashed it was too late to escape, because now they were all looking at me.

I went in, bowed politely, and said hello in German. Then they glanced at each other and smiled so widely their white teeth shone in the light from the glowing ovens. I walked towards them, and they gathered round me.

‘I hope it’s all right if I pay a little visit,’ I said.

They looked at each other again and smiled even wider. They all had deep blue eyes. They were so alike they must have been from the same family. Perhaps they were sisters.

‘Do you understand what I‘m saying?’

‘We understand all normal words!’ said the Three of Diamonds in a little, doll-like voice.

They all started to talk at the same time, and two of them curtsied. The Nine of Diamonds even came over to me and held my hand. I was surprised that her delicate hand was so icy, because here inside the glass workshop it was anything but cold.

‘What lovely glass you blow,’ I said, and then they bubbled with laughter.

These girl glassblowers were perhaps friendlier than the hotheaded fieldworkers, but they were just as unapproachable.

‘But who has taught you the art of glassblowing?’ I asked. I took it for granted they hadn’t taught themselves.

Nobody answered me now either, but the Seven of Diamonds immediately went and fetched a glass bowl which she presented to me.

‘There you are!’ she said.

And the girls began to laugh again.

Amid all this friendliness, it wasn’t so easy to carry out my real mission. If I didn’t find out the meaning of all these strange little people soon, I’d go out of my mind.

‘I have just arrived on the island,’ I began again, ‘but I have no idea where in the world I am. Can you tell me something about this place?’

‘We can’t talk –’ said the Seven of Diamonds.

‘Does somebody forbid you to?’

All three of them shook their heads, so their silver hair fluttered in the light from the ovens.

‘We are good at blowing glass,’ said the Nine of Diamonds. ‘But we’re not good at thinking. That’s why we’re not too good at talking either.’

‘You’re a bit of a threesome,’ I said, which made the three girls burst out laughing again.

We’re not all three,’ said the Seven of Diamonds. She started to play with her dress and added, ‘Can’t you see we’re all different numbers?’

‘Idiots!’ It slipped out of me, and they cowered together.

‘Please don’t get angry,’ said the Three of Diamonds. ‘We get sad and unhappy very easily.’

I wasn’t sure whether I believed her. She smiled so convincingly that I thought it would take a lot more than a little anger to break that smile, but I took note of the warning.

‘Are you really as scatterbrained as you say?’ I asked.

They nodded formally.

‘I would really like –’ began the Nine of Diamonds, but then she put her hand over her mouth without saying any more.

‘Yes?’ I asked in a friendly voice.

‘I would really like to think a thought which is so difficult I can’t think it, but I can’t’

I pondered over what she had said and realised that that must be difficult for anyone to master.

Suddenly the Three of Diamonds started to cry.

‘I wou …’ she sobbed.

The Nine put her arm around her, and the Three continued. ‘I would really like to wake up … but I am awake.’

She expressed my thoughts exactly.

The Seven of Diamonds gazed up at me with a distant look in her eyes. Then she said very seriously, ‘The truth is that the master glassblower’s son has made fun of his own fantasies.’

It wasn’t long before all three of them were standing on the floor sniffling. One of them grabbed a big glass pitcher and smashed it on the floor on purpose. Another started to pull her silver-coloured hair. I realised my visit was over.

‘Please excuse me for disturbing you,’ I said quickly. ‘Goodbye!’

I was now absolutely positive I’d come to a sanctuary for mentally disturbed people. I was also convinced that at any time some nurses dressed in white would show up and take me to task for walking round the island causing anxiety and unrest among the patients.

All the same, there were some things I didn’t understand. The first was the size of the island’s inhabitants. As a sailor I had travelled to many lands, and I knew there was no country in the whole world where the people were so small. The fieldworkers and the girl glassblowers also had hair of different colours, so they couldn’t be that closely related.

Was it possible that at some time a worldwide epidemic had broken out, making people both smaller and more stupid – and those who were struck down in this way were placed on this island so as not to infect others? If this was so, then I would soon be just as small and stupid myself.

The second thing I didn’t understand was the categorisation of diamonds and clubs as in a pack of cards. Was this how the doctors and nurses organised their patients?

I continued along the cart track, which now passed between some tall trees. The forest floor had a light green carpet of moss. Blue flowers, which reminded me of forget-me-nots, grew everywhere. The sun slipped in only through the very tops of the trees. The branches lay like a golden canopy above the landscape.

After I’d been there a while, a bright figure appeared between the tree trunks. It was a thin young woman with long fair hair. She was wearing a yellow dress and wasn’t much taller than the other dwarfs on the island. Now and then, she bent down and picked a blue flower. Then I saw that she had a big blood-red heart on her back.

As I gradually moved closer, I heard her humming a sorrowful melody.

‘Hello!’ I whispered when I was a few yards away from her.

‘Hello!’ she said, and stood up. She said it as naturally as if we had met each other before.

I thought she was so pretty I didn’t quite know where to look.

‘You sing beautifully,’ I finally managed to say.

‘Thank you …’

I unconsciously ran my fingers through my hair. For the first time since I’d arrived on the island, I thought about my appearance. I hadn’t shaved for more than a week.

‘I think I am lost,’ she now said.

She tossed her little head and looked quite bewildered.

‘What’s your name?’ I asked.

She stood for a moment, smiling knowingly. ‘Can’t you see I’m the Ace of Hearts?’

‘Yes, of course …’ I paused a moment before I continued. ‘And that’s what I find rather remarkable.’

‘Why?’

She bent down and picked another flower. ‘Who are you, by the way?’

‘My name’s Hans.’

She stood thinking. ‘Do you think it’s stranger to be the Ace of Hearts than to be Hans?’

This time I was at a loss for an answer.

‘Hans?’ she went on. ‘I think I have heard something like that before. Or maybe it’s something I’ve just imagined … It is so terribly far away …’

She bent down and picked another blue flower. Then it was as though she had a kind of epileptic fit. Quivering at the mouth she said, ‘The inner box unpacks the outer box at the same time as the outer box unpacks the inner.’

It was as though she wasn’t really saying this meaningless sentence. I got the impression the words just tumbled out of her, without her understanding what she said. As soon as she had said the sentence, she was herself again, and now she pointed to my sailor’s uniform.

‘But you’re completely blank,’ she said, alarmed.

‘You mean I don’t have anything drawn on my back?’

She nodded. Then she tossed her head sharply. ‘You do know you’re not allowed to hit me?’

‘I would never hit a lady,’ I replied.

Two big dimples appeared in her cheeks. I thought she was angelically beautiful, like a fairy. When she smiled, her green eyes shone like emeralds, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

At once a worried expression clouded her face.” You’re not a trump, are you?’ she blurted out.

‘Oh no, I’m just an able-bodied seaman.’

With that, she slipped away behind a tree trunk and was gone. I tried to follow her, but it was as though she’d disappeared into thin air.


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