The Buchner Farm, outside Nuremberg
Early November, 1636

"Up-timers and their filth must burn!"

The crowd around the slender, enraged priest roared their approval. The hungry bonfire threw its firelight across their snarling faces. Demons or humans, it would be hard to tell in the early November evening.

A crowd of Nurembergers filled the large, old barn as a thin, almost skeletal man in a frayed brown cassock held forth, spraying his vitriol into the chilly night air. The townspeople, men and women in honest cotton and wool clothing, listened . . .

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