The Book Thief(74)

She cleared her throat. Not bad. Unfortunately, she gave herself away. In the eyes. They were agitated. She knew the exact moment when Viktor Chemmel established that the book was a prize possession.



Ill tell you what, he said. For fifty marks, you can have it back.



Fifty marks! That was Andy Schmeikl. Come on, Viktor, you could buy a thousand books for that.



Did I ask you to speak?



Andy kept quiet. His mouth seemed to swing shut.



Liesel tried a poker face. You can keep it, then. Ive already read it.



What happens at the end?



Damn it!



She hadnt gotten that far yet.



She hesitated, and Viktor Chemmel deciphered it instantly.



Rudy rushed at him now. Come on, Viktor, dont do this to her. Its me youre after. Ill do anything you want.



The older boy only swatted him away, the book held aloft. And he corrected him.



No, he said. Ill do anything I want, and he proceeded to the river. Everyone followed, at catch-up speed. Half walk, half run. Some protested. Some urged him on.



It was so quick, and relaxed. There was a question, and a mocking, friendly voice.



Tell me, Viktor said. Who was the last Olympic discus champion, in Berlin? He turned to face them. He warmed up his arm. Who was it? Goddamn it, its on the tip of my tongue. It was that American, wasnt it? Carpenter or something . . .



Please!Rudy.



The water toppled.



Viktor Chemmel did the spin.



The book was released gloriously from his hand. It opened and flapped, the pages rattling as it covered ground in the air. More abruptly than expected, it stopped and appeared to be sucked toward the water. It clapped when it hit the surface and began to float downstream.



Viktor shook his head. Not enough height. A poor throw. He smiled again. But still good enough to win, huh?



Liesel and Rudy didnt stick around to hear the laughter.



Rudy in particular had taken off down the riverbank, attempting to locate the book.



Can you see it? Liesel called out.



Rudy ran.



He continued down the waters edge, showing her the books location. Over there! He stopped and pointed and ran farther down to overtake it. Soon, he peeled off his coat and jumped in, wading to the middle of the river.



Liesel, slowing to a walk, could see the ache of each step. The painful cold.



When she was close enough, she saw it move past him, but he soon caught up. His hand reached in and collared what was now a soggy block of cardboard and paper. The Whistler! the boy called out. It was the only book floating down the Amper River that day, but he still felt the need to announce it.



Another note of interest is that Rudy did not attempt to leave the devastatingly cold water as soon as he held the book in his hand. For a good minute or so, he stayed. He never did explain it to Liesel, but I think she knew very well that the reasons were twofold.





THE FROZEN MOTIVES OF RUDY STEINER





After months of failure, this moment was his only chance to revel in some victory.



Such a position of selflessness was a good place to ask Liesel for the usual favor.





How could she possibly turn him down?





How about a kiss, Saumensch?



He stood waist-deep in the water for a few moments longer before climbing out and handing her the book. His pants clung to him, and he did not stop walking. In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thiefs kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.





PART SIX





the dream carrier





featuring:

deaths diarythe snowmanthirteen

presentsthe next bookthe nightmare of

a jewish corpsea newspaper skya visitor

a schmunzelerand a final kiss on poisoned cheeks





DEATHS DIARY: 1942





It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to name just a few. Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a vacation.





A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH

I do not carry a sickle or scythe.

I only wear a hooded black robe when its cold.

And I dont have those skull-like

facial features you seem to enjoy

pinning on me from a distance. You

want to know what I truly look like?

Ill help you out. Find yourself

a mirror while I continue.





I actually feel quite self-indulgent at the moment, telling you all about me, me, me. My travels, what I saw in 42. On the other hand, youre a humanyou should understand self-obsession. The point is, theres a reason for me explaining what I saw in that time. Much of it would have repercussions for Liesel Meminger. It brought the war closer to Himmel Street, and it dragged me along for the ride.