Karl Horak lingered longer than usual over his glass of wine in a Prague café, and because he tarried, missed the bus that would have dropped him at his home town. No matter; he could walk; it was not far. He got a lift part way, then took a short cut through the woods.
Near dawn he reached the wood's edge, saw a German patrol. Surprised, he hid in the underbrush until the Nazis passed. Then, as the sun rose, he saw horror in the shallow valley sheltering the town. The town was Lidice, and Karl Horak saw it die...
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