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8<br />
Bill McKinley<br />
Lewis shook his head. “They’re blackmailing you. They could do it whether you<br />
agreed to lecture or not. It wouldn’t be your fault. It wouldn’t be your decision, even<br />
if they made one of your eagles into Hermann Goering.”<br />
“Now that would be a fat eagle,” Warnie said. He poured his tea and stirred<br />
an entire teaspoon of sugar into his cup. “It’s just as well we got those extra sugar<br />
coupons.”<br />
Lewis looked at him sharply. “Stop it, Warnie. We all know you’re in the thick of<br />
the black market.”<br />
“I might have to see a chap later, since you mention it.”<br />
“Well, don’t interrupt. This is important,” Lewis said. He turned back to Tolkien.<br />
“On the other hand, it would be your decision to walk up to that lectern. You would<br />
face the consequences in the end, because a decision like that would change the<br />
eternal part of you inside. You have to stand fast and say no.”<br />
Tolkien savoured the peaty taste of his drink. “That sounds like something you<br />
took out of your pain book.”<br />
“It’s what I believe, and of course Warnie agrees with me.” Lewis looked to him<br />
for confirmation.<br />
“I’m sorry, Jack. I don’t,” Warnie said.<br />
“You weren’t even listening.”<br />
“I heard you, and I don’t agree with you. Maybe it’s all the extra sugar.” He said<br />
to Tolkien, “Tell them how you’ve proved that Beowulf was written by a Christian,<br />
looking back on the pagan past. I can’t see any harm in that, and it’d keep the<br />
Germans off your back. They wouldn’t stop at taking your rights away. They’d hound<br />
you, you’d never finish your book, and there is so much in it to give people hope for<br />
the fight ahead.”<br />
“My book isn’t about fighting the Germans,” Tolkien said. “I’ve always hated<br />
allegory.”<br />
“It doesn’t matter. People will apply your book to the times anyway. You have to<br />
keep it secret, keep it safe, and finish it soon,” Warnie said.<br />
Lewis snorted loudly. “It would be impossible to get a publisher. They can’t<br />
print anything without a permit, and none of them want to disappear like Stanley<br />
Unwin.”<br />
Warnie said, “Just finish the book and do it quickly. You’ll be able to publish it<br />
somehow — even if it ends up circulated in chapters like Tyndale.”<br />
“You mean the Lollards,” Jack snapped. “Tyndale printed his Bibles in Holland and<br />
smuggled them into England in barrels.”<br />
Tolkien shifted uneasily in his armchair. “I don’t suppose there’s any more of that<br />
whisky?”<br />
They talked about other things for half an hour, then Tolkien left. There was an<br />
eleven o’clock curfew, and he had a long walk home to Northmoor Road.<br />
The house was silent. Edith had long gone to bed. Tolkien sat in the tobaccoscented<br />
darkness of his study and thought about the German demand.