Grüber“No, Daniel.” Grüber"s voice sounded strangely sad. “That is what your father told you. But the truth is, you are. You are a Fichtner.” He leaned forward, his features becoming much softer. “Look, I will just tell it, and you listen. Then we must go. Questions can come later. Firstly, your father is the son of the last Herr Fichtner, your grandmother"s husband. It is true that Fichtner died before your father was born, but he was Fichnter"s son. Your grandmother remarried when your father was only six-months old. She changed his name, all legally. Deed poll, I think it is called. You are a direct descendant of Theobald Fichtner. I know this is true. I have always known. It is part of my destiny, too. I have waited years and years for you to finally come here. At first, I wanted to bu
