Stefan paused to let what he had said sink in.
As the explosions far overhead subsided and a lull developed in the bombardment, Hitler studied him intently. This man’s scrutiny was every bit as direct as that of Winston Churchill, but there was none of the clean, straightforward, man-to-man assessment in it that had marked the prime minister’s attitude. Instead Hitler appraised Stefan from the perspective of a self-appointed god viewing one of his own creations for indications of a dangerous mutation. And this was a malign god who had no love for his creatures; he loved only the fact of their obedience.
At last der Furhrer said,’ ‘If there are traitors at the institute, what is their goal?”
“To mislead you,” Stefan said. “They are presenting you with false information about the future in hopes of encouraging you to make serious military blunders. They’ve told you that in the last year and a half of the war, virtually all of your military decisions will prove to be mistakes, but that’s not true. As the future stands now, you will lose the war by only the thinnest of margins. With but a few changes in your strategies, you can win.”
Hitler’s face hardened, and his eyes narrowed, not because he was suspicious of Stefan but because suddenly he was suspicious of all those at the institute who had told him he would make fatal military misjudgments in the days ahead. Stefan was encouraging him to believe again in his infallibility, and the madman was only too eager to trust once more in his genius.
“With a few small changes in my strategies?” Hitler asked. “And what might those changes be?”
Stefan quickly summarized six alterations in military strategy that he claimed would be decisive in certain key battles to come; in fact those changes would make no difference to the outcome, and , the battles of which he spoke were not to be the major engagements t of the remainder of the war.
But der Furhrer wanted to believe that he had been very nearly a winner rather than a certain loser, and now he seized upon Stefan’s advice as the truth, for it suggested bold strategies only slightly different from those the dictator would have endorsed himself. He rose from his chair and paced the small room in excitement. “From the first reports presented to me by the institute, I’ve felt there was a wrongness in the future they portrayed. I sensed that I could not have managed this war as brilliantly as I have—then suddenly be plagued by such a long string of misjudgments. Oh, yes, we are in a dark period now, but this will not last. When the Allies launch their long-awaited invasion of Europe, they will fail; we will drive them back into the sea.” He spoke almost in a whisper, though with the mesmerizing passion so familiar from his many public speeches. “In that failed assault they will have expended most of their reserves; they will have to retreat on a broad front, and they will not be able to regain their strength and mount a new offensive for many months. During that time we will strengthen our hold on Europe, defeat the Russian barbarians, and be stronger than we have ever been!” He stopped pacing, blinked as if rising from a self-induced trance, and said, “Yes, what of the invasion of Europe? D-Day as I’m told it came to be called. Reports from the institute tell me that the Allies will land at Normandy.”
“Lies,” Stefan said. Now they had come to the issue that was the entire purpose behind Stefan’s trip to this bunker on this night in March. Hitler had learned from the institute that the beaches of Normandy would be the site of the invasion. In the future that fate had ordained for him, der Furhrer would misjudge the Allies and would prepare for a landing elsewhere, leaving Normandy inadequately defended. He must be encouraged to stick with the strategy that he would have followed had the institute never existed. He must lose the war as fate intended, and it was up to Stefan to undermine the influence of the institute and thereby assure the success of the Normandy invasion.