[RP] - Meeting with the Duke of Styria

It behooved to the Emperor to take the right decisions. It behooved to the Emperor to be fair and strong. When his territory is threatened by bandits, it is his duty to act and mobilize his armies. The recent arrival of Ibario in the East of the Empire, had exacerbated the tensions between the Kingdom of Germany, and Styria. Faced with the escalation of tension, which brought about the fall of Celje, the Emperor had decided to invite the Duke of Styria, Adam Fugger in Strasbourg, so he could deliver his story and answer to his questions.
And the Duke had accepted.

He gave orders to prepare the reception of the Duke. A sober and formal decor had been erected for the occasion. There was no time to dwell on trivialities.
Sitting on the imperial throne, surrounded by the Imperial Squire and some guards, the Emperor was waiting for the arrival of his vassal.
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Il Soldato aveva ricevuto l'ordine di presenziare a quell'incontro.
Non aveva la possibilità di fare domande o discutere un ordine, così disse soltanto "Agli ordini!"
Appartenere alle Aquilae Imperatoris, implicava anche quel tipo di dovere.
Insieme al Maresciallo Ranian, si diresse nella stanza dove vi erano già Sua Maestà e il Marchese Sforza.
Salutò militarmente i Nobili presenti.

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The soldier had been ordered to attend that meeting.
He hadn't the opportunity to ask questions or to discuss a order, so to the call he said only "At your orders!"
To belong to the Aquilae Imperatoris, also implied that type of duty.
Together with the Marshal Ranian, he walked into the room where there were already His Majesty and the Marquis Sforza.
He saluted the Nobles in the room in the military way.
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Araldo della Alto Nobile Famiglia dei Borgia

Sarah Elisabeth was quietly present behind the imperial throne. Member of the Imperial Escort, she was there to watch over the Emperor at this meeting. The young woman smiled at Leonardo she often crossed in the scriptorium. However, she remained in place, assessing the room. Entrances, windows, and even the shield of arms of the provinces of the empire, nothing escaped the silent inspection of the Baroness. The safety of the Emperor was her priority and she would give her life without hesitation to protect that of their sovereign. She had let Ranian put her guard forward to intimidate present. She was quiet but pervasive for the need to stand between any weapon and the emperor. In a whisper, she made sure that he was well.

Your Majesty, if anything, do not hesitate to sign. We're here for you.

A glance at her colleagues and she went up, impassive and discreet, blending into the background.
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12. Juli 1461

„Ich kenne den Weg“, hätte er die Wachen, die ihm und dem Patriarchen der reformierten aristotelischen Kirche durch den Palast begleiteten, um ein Haar zugeknurrt. Das Gemäuer und seine geforderte Anwesenheit hier machten ihn reizbar. Gut war’s, dass er sich zu beherrschen wusste, denn der Raum zu dem sie geführt wurden, war ein anderer als der, in dem Adala ihn empfangen hatte, damals, zum Eid, dann für ein klärendes Gespräch wie dieses hier, das mit seinem
unfreiwilligen vierwöchigen Aufenthalt hier endete und dann, als die Zeit vorbei war und sie ihn freigelassen hatte. Ob der jetzige Kaiser darum wusste? Mit Sicherheit nicht. Und wenn doch, war es feinfühlig, dem Herzog in einem anderen Raum zu empfangen.

Ein etwas unsicherer Blick ging zum Alten an seiner Seite, der den als einziger sehen dürfte. Den Wachen an der Tür drehte er nur sein Profil zu, ehe ein merklicher Ruck durch seinen Leib ging und er erst Graufang dann den Wachen zunickte, damit sie die Flügel der Tür öffneten. Mit erhobenem Kopf und ohne Zögern betrat der Herzog den Raum, der schlichter war als der Thronsaal den er kannte. Es dauerte einen Moment bis Adam’s Blick über die Anwesenden gegangen war und dann den Mann auf dem Thron erfasste. Seine Stiefel hallten auf dem Boden, als Adam in dessen Richtung ging. Das stetige Tocken des hölzernen Stabes seines Begleiters untermalte das Herantreten. In angemessener Entfernung blieb der Herzog stehen und beugte das Knie vor dem Kaiser. „Eure kaiserliche Majestät. Adam Fugger, Herzog der Steiermark, ist wie erwünscht erschienen. Es begleitet mich der Patriarch der reformierten aristotelischen Kirche.“

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"I know the way", he would have growled almost to the guards, which accompanied the patriarch of the reformed Aristotelian church and him through the palace. The building and his demanded presence made him irritable. It was good, that he knew how to control himself, because the room they were led to, was another one than this in which Adala had received him to speak the oath, then for a clearing conversation like this one here, which ended with his
involuntary stay for four endless weeks and then, after a certain time, she released him. Did the present emperor know of it? Surely not. But if, it was kindly to receive the duke in another room.

Uncertain Adam looked to the old person at his side. This man might be the only one who saw this look because he turned just his profile to the guards at the door. A noticeable jerk went through his body before he nodded first Graufang and then the guards so that they opened the wings of the door. With the head lifted up and without hesitation the duke entered the room, which was simpler than the throne room he knew. It took a moment until he realized all the people which were here and at the end he catched the man on the throne with his eyes. His boots echoed on the ground, when Adam went in whose direction. The steady noise, which the wooden stick of Graufang made on the ground, provided him. In an adequate distance the duke stopped and bent the knee in front of the emperor. “Your imperial majesty. Adam Fugger, duke of Styria, has arrived, like you wished. The patriarch of the reformed Aristotelian church accompanies me.”
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The Duke of Styria was announced and entered the reception room. Sitting on his throne, the Emperor looked at him, introducing himself. It was the first time he met Adam Fugger, a man with a controversial past. Some of his councillors hated him, others respected him. The Emperor knew that the Duke of Styria had served several emperors before him, sometimes with dedication and loyalty, sometimes with laxity and irresponsibility. However, he never judged the Duke. He was not a man who listens to rumors. He only assessed men on their actions. As the King of Germnay, the Duke of Styria was his vassal. He had to be right in his choices. Despite critics, he had offered to the Duke of Styria, the ability to distinguish himself. He offered him the opportunity to trust him. Unfortunately, the latest events in the Eastern Empire did not play in his favor.

Worse, now the Duke of Styria did not come to Strasbourg alone. He had brought with him, the patriarch of the reformed Aristotelian Church. A heretic. It was a major contempt to the imperial crown. Was he not himself the guarantor of the Aristotelian religion in his empire? Was he not himself the representative of God in his kingdom? The Emperor struggled to hide his anger, for such an … undesired presence.

"« The patriarch of the reformed Aristotelian church » ? … What an unexpected guest..."

If he had been inclined to listen to the speech of the Duke Adam Fugger, he was now much less. Squeezing his fingers on the knob of his cane, he detailed the "Patriarch" who bowed in front of him. He would solve such a problem later. It behooved to him to address the most urgent cases. Thus he tapped his cane on the floor, and spoke.

"Your Grace, « Patriarch »,

Welcome to Strasbourg. We have summoned you in order to clarify what occurred in Styria, those last weeks. Usually, a simple exchange of letters would have sufficed. Usually, a discussion in the Imperial Diet would have solved the case. But neither the one nor the other were the solution. The seriousness of the reported facts in Styria required a meeting be held as soon as possible. And aware of it, you came. It is therefore unnecessary to dwell on the details.

In recent weeks, a thief named Ibario came to settle in Styria. It was obvious that such a settlement would destabilize the region. Thanks to our spies, we were informed of his willingness, namely assaulting your Austrian or Slovenian neighbors. By various letters we sent, we have warned you about these projects and the risks of an attack against other imperial provinces. We asked you to join forces with your neighbors to fight the bandits. Despite those warnings, you received him in Graz and welcomed him as a friend.

A few days later, while the Empire was at war in Helvetia, and while the imperial soldiers fought a common enemy, taking advantage of the presence of the robbers, you have declared a feud against Austria. Why ? Because the Archduke of Austria had closed his borders, refusing to see brigands come on his territory. By your statement, you ignored a fundamental rule of our Empire which prohibits any feud in wartime, breaking your oath of Auxilium.

June 29, 1461, the troops of Ibario crossed the border of Celje with the Styrian flag. In your letter, you said that you would escort the robbers outside your borders. Nevertheless, the Styrian flag was removed to such armies at the last moment, a few hours before the attack on the city. Accordingly, we must consider that this was an aggression from the Duchy of Styria against Celje ... even if Celje was not concerned by your « feud ».

We can not believe that the Duke of Styria, crowned for countless years, can ignore such basic... rules."

He paused a moment, and looked back at the Patriarch.

"Moreover, the presence of "Patriarch of the reformed Aristotelian church" allows us to make a point about the state of religion in Styria. For several days, We received many complaints, reflecting arbitrary trials and repeated assaults against the priests of the Roman and Aristotelic Church. Styria is a part of the Empire since long enough to know that the Empire is a land of faith and belief, and that priests have to be respected and protected ....
Unless Styria has fallen since that time, in decadence and barbarism ...

... That would justify the presence of a heretic, in the Holy Imperial Capital city."

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12. Juli 1461

Als er die Worte des Kaisers vernimmt, gibt es für Graufang keinen Zweifel: Dieser Ort muss geläutert werden. Ebenso wie die Seele dieser fehlgeleiteten, krone-tragenden Person.
Die Hand hält den Stab mit solchem Zorn, dass die Haut sich weiß verfärbt. Die einzige Barbarei ist in den Gewölben zu finden. Tief unten, wo garstige Kreaturen in Menschengestalt herumstreunen. Vielleicht würde es dem Kaiser ja gefallen, einen Blick in seine Folterkammern zu werfen? Gott alleine weiß, welch' dunkle Orte diese Mauern noch beheimaten. - Vielleicht weiß es der Kaiser selbst aber auch?

Doch wen sollte das wundern? Der Mann ist nicht gesalbt worden. Zumindest nicht von des Patriarchen Hand. So mag Ludwigs Herrschaft von den Stimmen des Volkers hergeleitet sein, vielleicht sogar durch viel Geld erkauft, aber sie ist nicht Gottgegeben.

Schweigend lauscht der Alte den Worten des Herzogs. Es ist an dem Jüngeren zu sprechen, nicht am Priester, der ihn begleitet.




July 12th. 1461

As he hears the words of the emperor, Graufang feels no doubt: This place must be cleansed as well as the soul of this misguided, crown-wearing person.
The hand holds the stab with such anger, that the skin turns white. The only barbarism could be found in the dungeons, deep unter this so shiny looking palace. Deep down, where foul creatures lurk, disguised as human beings. Maybe the emperor feels of risking a look in his torture chambers? Only God knows, how much more dark places this walls are hiding. - And maybe the emperor knows himself..

But who will wonder? No anointment was given to this man. Not from the Patriarchs hand. So Ludwigs power may be given by the voice of the people, maybe by a lot of gold, but his power is not divinely ordained.

The old man listens silently to the dukes words. It's on him to speak, not on the priest...

July 12th. 1461

The Emperor does not show his best behaviour. Or if he does, it's not the behavior an Emperor should show. And he seems to insist on his opinion. Insignificant what Adam is trying to explain. Von Frayner did not listen to the declaration of act and intent of the duke, nor seems he to be keen in being neutral.

The last words of Ludwig let the blood of Graufang boil. This man dares to put them under house arrest? Is this the real meaning of his words? The Patrairch stands as if he has turned to stone and stares to the crowned head. But just a littele moment he stands, then he makes a step nearer to the Emperor.
"Ludwig von Frayner!" The old mans voice echoes through the room. "We are the patriarch of the reformed church and We take orders only from Our creator! You may arrest Us, if it pleases you. Or you may ask Us to stay. - But never again you will issue a command to Us!"
Graufang looks to the Imperial Marshal and in a mildly threatening tone he says: "Do not dare to touch me, young knave. I can walk by myself."
Graufang looks back to the Emperor.
"Now treat us as the guest that we are or spit on the respect to the servants of god, which you asked for your own clergymen just a moment ago. - If you don't mind I would prefer to leave this place of darkness and heresy. And as I do, I will take Adam with me. As a sheep of the lords herde he is under my protection and that means he is sheltered by the mantle of god. "

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12. Juli 1461


Der Kaiser zeigt nicht seine besten Verhalten. Oder wenn er es tut, ist es nicht das Verhalten, welches ein Kaiser zeigen sollte. Und er scheint auf seiner Meinung beharren. Unbedeutend, was Adam versucht zu erklären. Er wollte nicht auf die Erklärung des Herzoges hören, die er zu seinen Handlungen und Motiven abgegen hat, noch scheint er daran interessiert, Neutralität zu wahren.

Die letzten Worte von Ludwig bringen das Blut Graufangs zum kochen.Dieser Mann wagt es, sie unter Hausarrest zu stellen? Ist es das, was seine Worte sagen sollen? Die Patrairch steht, als sei er zu Stein geworden und starrt auf das gekrönte Haupt. Doch nur für einen Moment steht er, dann macht er einen Schritt auf den Kaiser zu.
"Ludwig von Frayner!" Die Stimme des Alten hallt durch das Zimmer. "Wir sind der Patriarch der reformierten Kirche und Befehle nehmen wir nur von unserem Schöpfer entgegen! Ihr könnt Uns verhaften lassen, wenn es Euch zufrieden stellt, oder Ihr könnt Uns bitten, zu bleiben - Aber nie wieder werdet Ihr Uns einen Befehl erteilen!"
Graufang sieht der Reichsmarschall und in einer leicht drohendem Ton sagt er: "Wage es nicht, mich zu berühren, junger Knabe. Ich kann selbst laufen."
Graufang blickt zurück auf den Kaiser.
"Jetzt behandeln uns als den Gast, der wir sind oder spuckt auf den Respekt gegenüber den Dienern Gottes, welchen Ihr für Eure eigenen Geistlichen vor einem Augenblick noch gefordert habt. - Wenn Ihr nichts dagegen habt, so würde ich es vorziehen, diesen Ort der Finsternis und Ketzerei zu verlassen. Und ich werde Adam mit mir nehmen. Als Schaf der Herde Herren ist er unter meinem Schutz, und das bedeutet, dass er durch den Mantel Gottes geschützt ist. "

Sarah avait écouté les échanges sans un bruit, jeune dame discrète auprès de l'empereur. D'allure, elle n'attirait pas l'attention. Elle était vêtue d'une robe tout de blanc, et l'arme dans les plis de la jupe souple passait inaperçue. Comme à l'accoutumée, elle était impressionnée par le calme et la précision du von Frayner et à l'emportement soudain de l'hérétique, elle avança imperceptiblement d'un pas, pour se placer près de son souverain.

Comment cet homme pouvait il ainsi se permettre de prendre à parti le saint empereur, sacré devant le Très Haut? Comment pouvait il se prétendre à une légitimité religieuse quand il s'en prenait par son attitude la structure même de la composition de la Cité prônée par Aristote?

Une main se glissa dans les plis de la robe, instinctivement et son regard calme et posé se posa sur cet homme qui se cachait derrière son statut de vieil homme et de religieux pour tenter de justifier son crime de lèse-majesté. Il suffisait d'un geste de l'empereur pour que la jeune femme agisse. Un murmure...

Votre Majesté?

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Sarah had listened silently the exchanges, discreet young lady near the Emperor. In looks, she did not attract attention. She was wearing a dress in white, and the weapon in the folds of the flexible skirt went unnoticed. As usual, she was impressed by the calm and precision of the von Frayner and sudden outburst of the heretic, imperceptibly she stepped forward to stand beside her sovereign.

How this man could afford it as well take party of the holy emperor, sacred to the Almighty? How could he claim a religious legitimacy when he attacked by his attitude the structure of the composition of the City advocated by Aristotle?

A hand slipped into the folds of the dress, and instinctively calm and laid eyes fell on this man who was hiding behind his status as religious old man and trying to justify his crime of treason. It was enough of a gesture to the emperor for the young lady act. A whisper...

My Lord?
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Katamazai era rimasto impassibile alla sinistra del suo Imperatore per tutto il tempo dell'incontro, si era accorto che il vecchio patriarca guardava sia lui che Jospin con sguardo indagatore ma rimase impassibile e pronto ad intervenire.
L'Imperatore terminò il suo discorso e fece segno a Ranian di scortare il Patriarca ed il Duca presso le loro stanze ma il Patriarca pareva essere di volere diverso in quanto con fare minaccioso fece un passo verso l'Imperatore.
Katamazai senza esitare si pose davanti al suo Imperatore e poso la mano sull'elsa della spada pronto ad usarla al comando di Ranian.
L'arroganza dei due ospiti era sembrata eccessiva secondo il modesto pare di Katamazai e che meritasse una lezione ma sentendo quanto detto dal suo Generale rimase fermo senza mai distogliere lo sguardo dalle mani del Duca e del Patriarca.

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Katamazai remained impassive to the left of its emperor during the time of the meeting, it was noticed that the old Patriarch looked both he and Jospin with look inquisitive but remained unfazed and ready to intervene. the Emperor ended his speech and motioned to Ranian to escort the Patriarch and the Duke in their rooms but the Patriarch seemed to be that they want different as with making threatening stepped towards the emperor. Katamazai without hesitation stood in front of his Emperor and rest his hand on the hilt of the sword ready to use commanding Ranian. arrogance of two guests seemed excessive according to the modest Katamazai and think that it deserved a lesson but hearing what was said by his general peucestas without never look away from the hands of Duke and the Patriarch.
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Die Situation war einfach zu überschauen. Legte er sein Schwert nicht nieder, würde die Gegenseite es mit Gewalt versuchen, was hieße, mehrere Bewaffnete gegen ihn selbst, an der Seite nur den alten Mann mit seinem Stab, dessen Leben es neben dem eigenen zu schützen galt. Wäre der Herzog alleine, bestünde sogar die Aussicht, sich wenigstens bis zur Tür zu durchzukämpfen – mit Graufang im Schlepptau: unmöglich. Im Falle der Niederlage bliebe dann der Tod, mehr wahrscheinlicher aber waren Ketten, um dann so abgeführt zu werden, wie es der Kaiser befohlen hatte.
Die Entscheidung lag klar auf der Hand, wollte man keine Eskalation herbeiführen. Es wären nur weniger Handgriffe – das Abschnallen des Gurtes und der Wurf des Schwertes dem Weib vor die Füße. Einem Frauenzimmer.

Der Herzog starrte das Weib an und beschloss dann das Richtige zu tun.
Die Aufforderung zu ignorieren.

Stattdessen wandte er sich wieder an den Kaiser.
„Ich habe jede verdammte Forderung von Euch erfüllt. Jede! Und damit vergeltet Ihr es mir? Ihr inhaftiert den Patriarchen der reformierten aristotelischen Kirche und mich? Euren treuen Vasallen? Ich habe Euch nicht einmal hintergangen. Nicht einmal! Schaut Euch in Euren eigenen Reihen um, wer die Schlange ist, aber widerruft Euren Befehl. Sonst verliere ich meinen Glauben an Eure Gerechtigkeit vollends.“

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It was easy to overview the situation. If he did not lay down his sword, the opposite side would try it by force, what meant, several armed against him, at his side only the old man with his stick, which life he had to protect as well – besides his own. If the duke were alone, there would be a chance to come to the door – but with Graufang on his side: impossible. In case of his defeat he will find death, but the more probable end would be chains, to be led away, just like the emperor had ordered. The decision was obvious, if he didn't want to cause an escalation.
It would only be a few grips –unfasten the belt and to throw the sword in front of the woman’s feet. A broad.

The duke starred at the wife and decided to do the only right thing.
To ignore the request.

Instead he turned to the emperor again.
„I have fulfilled every damned demand of you. Every single one! And you repay me for it with that? You take the patriarch of the Reformed Aristotelian church and me into custody? Your faithful vassal? I did not cheat you ever. Not once! Take a look in your own rows, who is the snake, but cancel your order. Otherwise I lose my faith in your justice completely. “
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Es hätte der Worte des Weibes nicht bedurft, im Gegenteil. Was der geflüsterte Zuspruch und die Geste Graufangs vermochten, nämlich den Herzog beruhigen, machte sie fast wieder zunichte. Aber er beherrschte sich, auch wenn die Muskeln an den Wangen sichtlich arbeiteten. „Keine Ketten, aber Schwerter. Natürlich erweckt das mehr den Eindruck von Gastfreundschaft. Ebenso die angedrohten Wachen vor dem Zimmer, damit wir das nicht verlassen können.“ Ironie tropfte von jedem der Worte. Wollte das Mädchen ihn auf den Arm nehmen? „Besucht mich einmal auf meiner Burg. Ich verspreche Euch, ich werde es Euch ebenso vergelten und dann will ich Eure Jubelrufe über die zuvorkommende Behandlung hören.“

Seine Hand legte sich auf die des Alten, die noch auf seinem Arm ruhte und er drückte sie. Dass er jetzt und hier keine Antworten erhalten würde, hatte auch der Herzog begriffen. Es hatte keinen Sinn, weiter zu argumentieren. Den Atem konnte er sich sparen. In Zukunft auch.
Er nickte resignierend, deutete dann eine Verbeugung in Richtung des Kaisers an, ehe er sich dem Mann, der vor dem Weib das Wort ergriffen hatte, zuwandte. „Dann führt mich. Ich werde Euch folgen.“ Zum Schluss ging sein Blick zum Alten. „Wenn ich richtig verstanden habe, gilt der Gastaufenthalt nicht für Euch.“ Es wäre falsch, Graufang zu bitten zu bleiben. Falsch und egoistisch. Deshalb sagte er es nicht, obwohl er es sich wünschte.

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There had been no need of the woman words, on the contrary. With only a few words she was almost able to destroy what the whispered words of encouragement and the gesture of Graufang were able to, to calm the duke. But the duke controlled himself, even if the muscles of the cheeks were obviously working. „No chains, but swords. Of course this creates an impression of hospitality. As well as the threatened guards in front of the arrest room, so that we are not able to leave it.“ Irony dripped of each of the words. Was this girl kidding him? „Be a guest on my castle once. I promise you I will repay you for this as well and then I want to hear your triumphant cheers about the courteous treatment.“

He put his hand on the old man’s one, which still rested on his arm and he pressed them carefully. The duke also had understood that he wouldn't receive any answers now and here. There was no use in arguing any further. He could save himself the breath. Also in the future. He nodded resigning, indicated a bow in the direction of the emperor before he turned to the man who had seized the word before the woman has begun to speak. “Then lead me. I will follow you. “To the end of his words the duke looked to the patriarch. „If I have understood correctly, the stay doesn't apply to you. “It would be wrong to ask Graufang to stay. Wrong and egotistic. Therefore he didn't say it, although he wished, the old man would stay on his side.
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Il Duca Adam aveva cambiato il suo interlocutore, non più l'Imperatore ma lei

No catene, ma spade. Ovviamente questo crea un'impressione di ospitalità. Così come le guardie minacciose di fronte alla stanza di arresto, così che non siamo in grado di lasciare.

Ranian ascoltò quelle parole e non potè che scuotere la testa

Vostra Grazia, i miei uomini sono guardie, uomini e donne che difendono l'impero e l'Imperatore, pensate che possano fare questo senza una spada?
Anche voi per giungere fino al palazzo imperiale, per la vostra difesa e di chi è con voi avete al vostro fianco una spada, al vostro arrivo nessuna guardia vi ha accolto puntandovi la sua arma contro, nemmeno prima quando la tensione si stava alzando l'abbiamo fatto, come vedete ogniuno di noi le conserva ancora nei loro foderi....

la donna stava continuando il suo discorso ma si fermò nell'udire le parole del Patriarca rivolte al nipote

Non hanno detto "Guidare il Duca Adamo e il Patriarca nei loro appartamenti"? Io vengo con te!

deciso fu nelle sue ultime parole, poi dopo aver lanciato uno sguardo al Reggente si rivolse a lei

Mia signora, ti preghiamo di essere la mia guida e seguire il duca Adam Fugger?

Ranian guardò l'anziano, la sua mano ancora posata sul suo braccio, annuì con la testa alla sua richiesta

Cosi mi ha ordinato l'Imperatore e così farò, non sara felice vostro nipote, ma la sera è prossima a giungere e voi siete sicuramente stanchi per il lungo viaggio fatto fin qui

il Maresciallo Imperiale alzò lo sguardo dal Patriarca per rivolgerlo verso il Reggente e il Duca attendendo che il primo facesse da guida fino agli appartamenti come detto

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The Duke Adam had changed his interlocutor, is no longer the Emperor but she

No chains, but swords. Of course this creates an impression of hospitality. As well as the threatened guards in front of the arrest room, so that we are not able to leave it

Ranian listened to those words and I could not shake my head

Your grace, my men are guards, men and women who defend the Empire and the Emperor, think they can do this without a sword?
You too, right up to the imperial palace, for your protection and who is with you, you have at your side a sword, upon arrival no guard has welcomed you aiming his weapon at you, not even before when the voltage was rising we did, as you can see each one of us still in their scabbards ....

the woman was continuing his speech but stopped to hear the words addressed to the Patriarch's grandson

Didn’t they say "Drive the Duke Adam and the Patriarch to their apartments"? I come with you

decided it was in his last words, then after throwing a look at Regent turned to her

My lady, would you please be my guide and follow the duke Adam Fugger?

Ranian looked elder still laid his hand on her arm, nodded his head to his request

So I ordered the Emperor and so will I, won't be happy your grandson, but the evening is next to arrive and you are definitely tired for the long journey made so far

the Imperial Marshal raised his gaze from the Patriarch for unobstructed view of the Regent and the Duke waiting that the first would lead up to the apartments as mentioned
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Natürlich hieß es zuerst „Bringt Herzog Adam und den Patriarchen in ihre Unterkünfte“, war aber dann durch den Mann, den er gebeten hatte voranzugehen, relativiert worden. Aber sei es drum – so oder so, Graufang blieb an seiner Seite. Er verließ ihn nicht, wie so viele andere es getan hatten, angefangen beim eigenen Vater und zuletzt wieder geschehen durch die geliebte Schwester. Es bedeutete Adam viel, dass Graufang zu ihm stand.

Mit ihrem unnachahmlichen Talent war es dann das Frauenzimmer wieder, was den besonderen Moment zerstörte. Entgeistert starrte Adam sie an. Was faselte sie jetzt noch von den Schwertern? Sie hatte die Ketten als erste in den Mund genommen und er hatte ihr lediglich gesagt, man brauchte diese nicht, wenn man Schwerter hatte. Es ging ihm hauptsächlich um die Wachen, die vor der Tür postiert werden sollten und die deshalb dem Wort „Gast“ einen schalen Beigeschmack gaben. Hörbar sog Adam die Luft durch die Nase ein. Wollte sie nicht verstehen oder konnte sie nicht? In beiden Fällen sollte sie einfach den Mund halten, die Brust rausstrecken und versuchen unbeteiligt gut auszusehen. Alles andere warf nur ein schlechtes Licht auf sie.

Eine abwinkende Handbewegung in ihre Richtung sollte dem Weib bedeuten, er hatte gehört, was sie sagte, befand es aber keiner Antwort wert. Stattdessen folgte er Comyr, dessen Gesicht ihm nicht einmal vage bekannt vorkam, behielt aber Graufang und das Weib im Auge. „Ich möchte meiner Frau, Nachricht geben. Ich nehme an, das ist mir gestattet?“

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Of course it was said first „ Drive the Duke Adam and the Patriarch to their apartments “, but then the man, whom he had asked to lead him, had relativized the order. But one way or another, Graufang stayed on his side. He didn't leave him as so many other had done, begun with his own father and last happened with his beloved sister. It meant a lot to Adam, that Graufang stood by him.

Again the woman with her inimitable talent destroyed the special moment. Adam stared at her dumbfoundedly. Why was she still babbling something about the swords? She had taken the word “chains” into her mouth first and he just told her, there was no need for chains, because the guards have swords. He had tried to make clear, that the word “guest” had a stale aftertaste, if there were guards in front of the door, which should prevent that Graufang or he could leave the room. Adam took a deep breath audibly. Didn't she want to understand or wasn't she able to? In both cases she should simply keep her mouth shut, chest out and try to look uninvolved good. Everything else only reflected badly on her.

A short wave of his hand should tell the woman that he had heard what she said, but wasn't worth to answer it. Instead, he followed Comyr, whose face wasn't even vaguely known to him, while he kept Graufang and the women in sight. „I would like to give my wife message. I assume this is allowed to me?“
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[Ala est]

Erano le sette di sera.
Leonardo, che aveva assistito a tutta la scena e aveva taciuto, ora si limitava ad eseguire gli ordini del Maresciallo. In quel momento della giornata c'era il cambio della guardia, sia dentro che fuori il Palazzo. Il soldato camminò lungo il corridoio dell'ala est per dare il cambio alle guardie che piantonavano le stanze degli ospiti, il Duca Adam e il Patriarca suo zio. Le altre guardie piantonavano tutte le altre aree del Palazzo, mentre a lui e a Katamazai erano toccate le stanze dei due ospiti. Stava appoggiato con le spalle al muro, la mano sempre appoggiata all'elsa della spada, pronta ad ogni evenienza. Non aveva mangiato molto: il cibo conciliava il sonno e toglieva la concentrazione. Sui muri, ardevano le torce impregnate di olio che ben illuminavano tutta l'area.

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[East Wing]

It was seven o'clock in the evening.
Leonardo, who had witnessed the whole scene and had been silent, now was executing the orders of Marshal. At that time of day there was the changing of the guard, both inside and outside the Palace. The soldier walked down the hallway of the east wing to relieve the guards who were attentive to the guest rooms, the Duke Adam and the Patriarch his uncle. The other guards were careful to all other areas of the Palace, while to him and Katamazai were touched the two guest rooms. He was leaning with his back against the wall, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, ready for any eventuality. He had not eaten much: food invited to sleep and kept out concentration. On the walls, the torches oil-impregnated were burning and well lit throughout the area.
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Still July 12th, 1461 Imperial Palace East Wing

Graufang takes a seat on one of the the beds, after the door was closed. This room is realy acceptable, Graufang decided for himself.
"You made your point clear" , the old man answers. This all seems to be a dream, not reality. Words seems not to be heard, even if they are absolutly clear and made sense.
"There's a time to listen to your vasals and a time to assume the command as their liege over them. - The empreror seems to be in need to learn to find the right time for the right thing" But the emperor is still jung. And if one is to blame for his rude words, than it is his brash youth - Not that much difference to the duke. Graufang smiles. Two hotheads in one room. "Ludwig looks to the styria like a man to an anthill. He may see a lot of crawling, may see the soldiers swarm, but he never will know, what's goin on inside the hill and why they act, like they do. - Maybe you have to show him."

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Immer noch der 12. Juli 1461, Kaiserlicher Palast, Ostflügel

Graufang nimmt Platz auf einem der die Betten, nachdem die Tür geschlossen wurde. Dieses Zimmer ist wirklich akzeptabel, entscheidet er für sich.
"Du hast deinen Standpunkt klar dargelegt",antwortet alten Mann. Dies alles scheint ihm ein wenig wie ein Traum, nicht wie Realität. Wörter, scheinen nicht gehört oder verstanden zu werden, obwohl sie absolut klar und sinnvoll sind.
"Es gibt eine Zeit, um Vasallen zuzuhören und eine, sie unter den eigenen Befehl zu zwingen. Mir scheint, der Kaiser muss lernen, wann der richtige Zeitpunkt für die richtige Sache gekommen ist. " Doch der Kaiser ist noch jung. Und wenn jemand Schuld an den derben Worten des Souveräns ist, dann wohl seine ungestühme Jugend. - Kein wirklich großer Unterschied zum Herzog. Graufang schmunzelt bei dem Gedanken. Zwei jugendliche Hitzköpfe in einem Raum. "Ludwig sieht auf die Steiermark, wie ein Mann auf einem Ameisenhaufen. Er sieht das ganze Gekrabbel, sieht die Soldaten ausschwärmen, aber dennoch er wird niemals wissen, was sich im Inneren des Baus abspielt und warum die Tiere tun, was sie tun. - Vielleicht wirst du es ihm erklären müssen..."

Immer noch der 12. Juli 1461, Kaiserlicher Palast, Ostflügel

Unterschiedlicher konnten die Bewegungen kaum sein – Graufang, der mithilfe seines Stabes gemächlich den Raum durchquerte, um sich einen Sitzplatz zu suchen und die Bediensteten, die geschäftig umhereilten, aber so wie der eine an sein Ziel gelangte, wurden auch die anderen endlich fertig und die Tür schloss sich hinter ihnen.

Man war allein.

„Ich habe ihm bereits ausführlich erklärt, wie es zu der Erklärung der Fehde kam und auch wie wir zu Ibario stehen“, antwortete Adam und begann langsam auf und ab zu gehen. Die Hände auf dem Rücken verschränkt. „Ich habe nicht eine Einzelheit ausgelassen, aber er scheint meinen Worten keinen Glauben zu schenken.“ Das war auch in den Briefen schon ersichtlich gewesen. „Ich weiß beim besten Willen nicht, wie ich ihm unsere Handlungsweise so darlegen kann, dass er sie versteht. Ich….“

Es klopfte.

Adam verstummte und sah zur Tür, dann stirnrunzelnd zu Graufang. „Ob er sich so schnell zu einer Entscheidung durchgerungen hat?“ Wohl kaum. Dann hätte es des Aufwandes nicht bedurft. „Ja?“ Der Ruf war laut, derart laut, dass man ihn ohne Schwierigkeiten auch vor der Tür noch hören würde.
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Ein paar Tage später/Few days later

Ein Bote aus der Steiermark erreicht den kaiserlichen Palast und übergibt eine Nachricht für Herzog Adam.

A messenger from Styria reaches the imperial palace and passes a message for duke Adam.


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Nicht die erwartete Entscheidung ist es, die man in dem Raum vernimmt, sondern die Stimme Comyrs. Der Patriarch verlässt seinen Sitzplatz und gesellt sich zu den beiden Männern. Von einem zum anderen sieht der Alte und hüllt sich in Schweigen. Sollen erst der Herzog und der Thronerbe sagen, was sie sich zu sagen haben. Der alternde Fugger wischt sich den Schweiß von der Stirn. Es ist heiß hier drin und bisher hat man den "Gästen" nichts zu trinken gebracht. Doch dass man hier mehr Gefangener, denn Gast ist, war wohl unmißverständlich deutlich gemacht.
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Still July 12th. 1461, Imperial Palace, East Wing

Not the expected decision is heared in the room, but the voice of Comyr. The patriarch leaves his seat and joins the two men. He looks from one man to the other and the old man remains silent. First the heir and the Duke should say what they have to say. The aging Fugger wipes the sweat from his brow. It's hot in here and no one has brought something to drink for the "guests". But the men are more prisoners than guests, this point was made ​​unmistakably clear.

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“Oh”, wiederholte Adam in einer Parodie des anderen. „Dann muss ich um Verzeihung bitten. Für das Missverständnis.“ Der Mund verzog sich zu einem falschen Lächeln. Der Herzog glaubte nicht einen Herzschlag lang, dass er des Kaisers Befehl fehlgedeutet hatte. Aber da jeder, außer dem Kaiser, es so sehen wollte, spielte er das Spiel mit. Er mochte Spiele. “Möchtet Ihr Euch morgen die Stadt ein wenig ansehen?” Die Frage ging an Graufang. Dass er mit diesem zusammen sicher kein Bordell aufsuchen würde, verstand sich von selbst, aber es wäre sicherlich unterhaltsam, die Wachen in dem Getümmel auf den Straßen ein wenig ins Schwitzen zu bringen.

Als Adam sich dem Mann wieder zuwandte, war der amüsierte Zug um den Mund verschwunden. „Keine Sorge, ich vergessen nicht eine Sekunde, wo ich bin“, knurrte er ihm als Antwort entgegen. So schnell konnten Stimmungen umschlagen. „Und fangt nicht wieder mit diesem ausgemachten Unsinn an! Ich habe noch bevor das Kaiserhaus überhaupt ein Wort an mich gerichtet hat, dem König zugesichert, ich schicke Ibario außer Landes und habe mein Wort gehalten. Ich frage mich, wer sich hier stur verhält, wenn man das was ich sage, derart ignoriert!“ Mit jedem Wort war Adam lauter geworden.

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Still July 12th. 1461, Imperial Palace, East Wing

"Oh", Adam repeated this word in a parody of the other man. „Then I have to ask for forgiveness. For the misunderstanding.“ He smiled a wrong smile. Not for a second the duke believed, that he had misinterpreted the emperor's order. But because everybody, except the emperor, wanted to see it like that, he went along with it. He likes playing games. “Would you like to visit the town tomorrow?” He asked Graufang the question. It was self-evident, that he wouldn’t visit a brothel with him. But certainly it would be amusing to see, how the guards start to sweat in the tumult on the streets.

When Adam looked back to the man, the smile on his face disappeared. “Don’t worry. Not for a second I’ll forget where I am.” He growled the answer. So quickly moods can change! "And don’t start with this nonsense again! Before the imperial house has contact me at all, I have assure the German king, that I will send Ibario out of my province and I have kept my word. And I wonder, who stubbornly is, if all what I have said will be ignored. !“ With every word Adam’s voice had become louder.
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Immer noch der 12. Juli 1461, Kaiserlicher Palast, Ostflügel

Adam unterbrach den anderen nicht in seinem Monolog, sondern hörte dem mit versteinerter Miene zu. Hatte er im Ernst etwas anderes erwartet? Nein. Natürlich dachte der Mann, der an der Seite des Kaisers gestanden hatte, in den gleichen Bahnen wie dieser. Dessen Meinung stand unumstößlich fest und das bereits bevor Graufang und er die Reise nach Straßburg auch nur angetreten hatten. Sich weiter zu erklären versuchen, wäre reine Zeitverschwendung. Es blieb abzuwarten, warum der Kaiser wirklich nach ihm geschickt hatte – sicher nicht, um die Geschehnisse aus seiner Sicht zu erklären, wenn der seinen Worten ohnehin keinen Glauben schenkte.
Kaum merklich neigte Adam den Kopf ein wenig, als der andere sich anschickte zu gehen. Es blitzte in seinen Augen auf, als er sagte: „Habt Dank für den Ratschlag. Ich werde versuchen, ihn zu beherzigen.“ Als er sich abwandte, streifte sein Blick den des Alten und wie so oft verstand man sich ohne viele Worte.

Während des Mahl, das man gemeinsam dann einnahm, unterhielten sich die beiden Männer über die Ereignisse des heutigen Tages und spekulierten darüber, wie lange man sie hier festhalten wollte und wie die Entscheidung des Kaisers wohl ausfallen würde. Dass sie keine positive sein würde, konnte man sich an fünf Fingern abzählen. Als dann der Herzog noch zwei Briefe geschrieben hatte, einen an sein Weib Anakonda, einen an seinen Stellvertreter Fleno, zog Adam sich mit einer Entschuldigung zurück. Der Tag war lang gewesen und er war müde.
Nie hätte er geglaubt, einschlafen zu können, aber kaum hatte sein Kopf das Kissen berührt, tat er es doch. Die Reise, die Anspannung der letzten Tage, die Aufregung ob der Entscheidung des Kaisers, Graufang und ihn hier gegen ihren Willen festzuhalten und nicht zuletzt die Hitze des Sommers hatten den Herzog erschöpft. Dermaßen, dass auch die Gedanken an das, was hier geschehen war und was noch vor ihm lag, ihn nicht wachhielt.
Halb auf dem Bauch, halb auf der Seite liegend, ein Bein aus dem Bett gestreckt, das Kissen in einer Umarmung haltend, schlief der Herzog den Schlaf der Gerechten. Tiefe und regelmäßige Atemzüge verrieten, der Schlaf war ruhig trotz der mit schlechten Erinnerungen getränkten Umgebung.
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Still July 12th. 1461, Imperial Palace, East Wing

Adam didn't interrupt the other one in his monologue and listened to him with a face of no emotion. Had he seriously expected something different? No. It was not a surprise, that the man, who had stood at the side of the emperor, thought in the same way like him. His incontrovertibly opinion was fixed already before Graufang and he had started their trip to Strasbourg. It would be a pure waste of time, if he would try to explain himself again and again. Instead, he would wait why the emperor had really sent after him – certainly not to explain his point of view of the things, which happened, because the emperor didn’t believe one word, what he have said.
Adam bent the head, hardly noticeably, when the other one prepared to go. It flashed upon his eyes when he said: „Have thanks for the advice. I will try to heed it." When he turned away, he looked at the old man and as usual, they understood each other without words.
During the following meal, both men talked about the incidents of the present day and speculated, how long they have to stay here and how the emperor’s decision will be. That it would be no positive one, could the duke count on his five fingers.
Later, after the duke had written two letters – one to his wife Anakonda and one to his representative, he retired with an excuse. The day had been long and he was tired.

He would never have believed, that he could be able to fall asleep, but when his head had hardly touched the cushion, he did it. The journey, the strain of the last days, the excitement about the decision of the emperor to arrest Graufang and him and the heat of the summer had exhausted the duke. In such a way that also his thoughts about what had happened here and what will happend didn't keep him up.
Half lying on the belly, half on the side, a leg stretched out of the bed, keeping the cushion in an embrace, the duke slept the sleep of the just ones.
Deep and regular breath betrayed, the sleep was well in spite of the bad memories.
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Im Land der Träume

Schon als die Matratze sich unter dem Gewicht der Schwarzhaarigen durchdrückte, bewegten sich die Lider, ohne sich zu öffnen. Adam wähnte sich zu Hause, auf Spielberg. In Sicherheit und bei Ana, weshalb er nicht hochschreckte, nicht einmal einen Muskel bewegte, sondern ruhig weiteratmete. Tief holte er Luft, als ihre Kleidung, über seine Haut strich, und ihn so sanft dem Schlaf entriss. Die Berührungen entlockten ihm ein schläfriges Lächeln, das aus kaum mehr als einem kurzen Anheben der Mundwinkel bestand, gefolgt von einem wohligen Knurren, als ihre Fingerspitzen auf Wanderschaft gingen. Welcher Mann liebte es nicht, auf diese Art geweckt zu werden? Er zumindest tat es und freute sich auf die Fortsetzung, als dann ihre Stimme an sein Ohr drang und die gleiche Wirkung hatte wie ein Kübel Eiswasser.
Mirabel.
Diese Stimme würde er unter tausenden erkennen.
Jäh schlug Adam die Augen auf und blickte auf den Dolch auf dem Kissen. Die Pupillen zogen sich im schlagartigem Erkennen und Begreifen zusammen und schon reagierte der Leib. Er wollte herumfahren und sich aufrichten, das Weib, dessen Stimme er erkannt hatte, vom Bett stoßen, stattdessen ging ein Ruck durch den Körper, als er feststellen musste, er war an den Händen ans Bett gefesselt.

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Already when the mattress pushed through under the weight of the black-hairy, the eyelids moved without opening. Adam thought at home, on Spielberg. In security and with Ana, which is why he moved not even a muscle, but quietly to wide advice mead. Deeply he took a breath, as her clothes, glided over his skin, and snatched him so softly from the sleep. The touches drew out of him a drowsy smile which existed from hardly more than short raising of his lips, followed by pleasant growling when her fingertips took to the road. Which man did not love to be woken up in this way? He at least did it and was glad about the continuation when then her voice penetrated to his ear and which had the same effect like a tub ice water.

Abruptly Adam opened the eyes and looked at the dagger on the cushion. The pupils contracted in abrupt recognising and understanding and already there reacted the body. He wanted to travel around and stand up to push the woman whose voice he had recognised from the bed , instead, a jerk went by body when he had to ascertain, his Hands were tied up to the bed.

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Im Land der Träume

Er zog den Bauch ein, als er Mirabel’s Hand dort fühlte. Unter anderen Umständen hätte er die Berührung durchaus genossen. Das Weib war hübsch und ein Weib halt, aber die gemeinsame Geschichte, der Dolch und die Fesselung ließen erahnen, dass die Schwarzhaarige nicht auf den Austausch von Zärtlichkeiten aus war. „Du weißt gar nichts…..“ grollte der Mann, nur um danach die Luft scharf zwischen den Zähnen einzuziehen, als er ihre an seiner Schulter spürte, die zubissen und ungewollte Erinnerungen weckten. „Runter!“ Einhergehend mit dem laut ausgerufenen Befehl zog Adam die Beine an, um sich so weit zu erheben, dass er auf den Bett knien und so ein wenig der Bewegungsfreiheit wiederbekommen konnte.

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He drew the belly when he felt Mirabel's hand there. Under other circumstances he would have enjoyed the touch absolutely. The woman was pretty, but the common history, the dagger and the binding let assume that the black-hairy was not over on the exchange of tenderness. „You know nothing at all ….“ rumbled the man, only to draw afterwards the air sharply between the teeth when he felt theirs in his shoulder which bit and woke up unintentional memories. „Go down of me!“ Walking along with according to exclaimed order Adam drew the legs to get up so far that he kneel on the bed and thus could retrieve a little of the freedom of movement.

* translated by abacho
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Im Land der Träume

Er kam auf die Knie und richtete den Oberkörper auf. Dass dabei das Laken, das als einziges seine Blöße verdeckt hatte, vom Leib rutschte, interessierte ihn herzlich wenig. Sie kannte seine Narben, jede einzelne, denn sie hatte sie gepflegt, damals, als sie ihn aus Straßburg heimbegleitet hatte und die Wundmale waren der einzige Grund für ihn, anderen gegenüber Scham in seiner Nacktheit zu empfinden.
„Mach mich los, verdammt.“ Ein Ruck an seinen Fesseln, die sich keinen Hauch auch nur lockerten, untermauerte die Forderung. Wütend blickte er auf das Weib und musste dann hilflos zusehen, wie sie den Dolch, der problemlos seine Fesseln durchschneiden könnte, aus seiner Reichweite entführt wurde. Reichweite…. Haha. Gut, mit ein wenig Geschick hätte er den Dolch mit den Zähnen packen können und so versuchen….. Als wenn Mirabel seelenruhig dabei zugesehen hätte.
Adam verrenkte sich fast, um den Weg, den die Schwarzhaarige nahm, mitzuverfolgen und unversöhnlich sah er das Weib an. „Mach mich los“, schnauzte er sie an, ohne auf den angekündigten Gast einzugehen.

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He came on the knees and raised the upper part of the body. The fact that the sheet which had covered his nakedness from the body ,slided, interested him precious little. She knew his scars, every single, because she had maintained them, at that time when she had home-accompanied him from Strasbourg and the stigmas were the only reason for him to feel other towards shame in his nakedness.
„Untie me, damn.“ A jerk in his chains which even loosened no breath, underpinned the demand. Furiously he looked at the woman and then had to watch helplessly, like she kidnapped the dagger which could cut easily his chains. Ha-ha. Well, with talent a little he could have packed the dagger with the teeth and try thus. As if Mirabel had watched calmly, besides.
Adam contorted himself almost, around the way which the black-hairy took to follow and irreconcilable he looked at the woman. „Untie me“, he snarled at her without coming on the announced guest.

* translated by abacho
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Im Land der Träume

„Zum Beispiel“, gab er zurück. Im Augenblick stand ihm wirklich der Sinn danach, ihr alles das anzutun, genau in der Reihenfolge, damit es auch unterhaltsam war. Eine Tote zu schlagen, wäre wie auf einen Sack einzuprügeln. Aus zusammengekniffenen Augen beäugte er das Weib, wie es sich erhob, nur um sich dann nahe an ihn heranzuschieben. „Werden wir ja sehen“, gab er ebenso leise zurück und erwiderte auch ihr Lächeln, wenn seines auch grausam wirkte. Er würde seine Gelegenheit schon kriegen. Er hatte das Weib bereits mehr als einmal in seinen Fängen gehabt und würde auch dieses Mal obsiegen. Sein Blick suchte das Messer. Wenn er nur erst einmal die Fesseln los wäre… „Nein. Wer soll’s schon sein? Dein Köter?“ Er erwartete keine wirkliche Antwort darauf, die Frage war eher Ablenkung, denn einen Lidschlag später holte der Mann aus, um mit dem Kopf die Räuberin ebenda zu treffen.

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"For example", he returned. At the moment the sense was to him really to do to her everything this, exactly in the order, so that it was also entertaining. To hit a dead person, was like to bash on a bag. From closed the mouth tight eyes he gazed at the woman as it rose, only around itself then near to him. „We will see“, he returned as quietly and answered also her smile, also if his looked cruel. He would already get his opportunity. He had had the woman already more than once in his catches and would also win this time. He looked at the knife. If he got rid only once of the chains … „No. Who should it already be? Your cur?“ He expected no real answer to it, the question was rather a distraction, because the man sounded later an eyelid blow to meet the robber with the head ibid.

* translated by abacho
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Im Land der Träume...


Und so öffnet sich die Türe wie verlangt. Langsam schwingt das Stück Holz auf und lässt dabei ein leises quitschen erklingen. Sacht und doch mit deutlichem Knall prallt sie schließlich gegen die steinernde Wand und ein letztes knarrendes Geräusch erklingt, ehe Stille die Szenerie umfasst. Es sind keine Worte die als erstes erklingen, es sind die Schritte des Buckligen die seine Ankunft ankündigen und so schlurft der Unhold hinein in den Raum um am Ende des Bettes stehen zu bleiben, den Blick fest auf's Hinterteil des Herzogs gerichtet und breit ist das Grinsen auf des Buckligen's Lippen. Ohne den Blick zu lösen meint er schließlich "Ihr habt mich gerufen - Herrin..."


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And then the door opens as requested. The play oscillates slowly on wood and leaves a faint squeaking sound. Gently and yet with a distinct bang it finally crashes into the wall and a last steinernde creaking noise is heard before silence covers the scenery. There are no words which sound as the first, there are the steps of the hunchback announcing his arrival and so the monster shuffles into the room to stand at the end of the bed to keep the eyes fixed on's back part of the Duke and wide the grin on the hunchback's lips. Finally, without looking to solve it says "You called me - Mistress ..."


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Im Land der Träume

‚Hast du ihn vermisst?‘ fragte sie und lenkte damit Adams Aufmerksamkeit auf sich. Die Muskeln in seinem Gesicht arbeiten sichtlich. Er drehte den Kopf beiseite, als sie ihre Hand ausstreckte, um über sein Haar zu streicheln, was sie jedoch nicht daran hinderte, es dennoch zu tun. So wie Adam am Kopfende kniete, waren die Ausweichmöglichkeiten auf den kleinsten Raum beschränkt. Er wollte ihr nicht zuhören und tat es doch und auch sah er zum Buckligen hin, als sie die passende Frage stellte. Um seine Mundwinkel zuckte es nervös, als er dessen lüsternen Blick auf sich ruhen sah. Unwillig das Augenmerk von dem einstigen Peiniger zu nehmen, stemmte er sich gegen den Griff an seinen Haaren, kämpfte dagegen an, weil er sehen musste, wo der Hässliche war und verlor dann doch, gab nach und legte den Kopf in den Nacken. Aus den Augenwinkeln sah er, wie der andere die Hand nach ihm ausstreckte, während die spöttische Stimme Mirabels in seinen Ohren widerhallte.

‚Nicht das‘, hämmerte es in seinem Schädel. Kalt wurde es an seiner Hüfte, an seinem Hintern und seinem gesamten Unterleib, er meinte schon die Finger des anderen zu spüren, als sich ein Gewicht auf seine Hüften legte. Auch ohne an sich herabzusehen, was Mirabel durch den Griff in seine Haare verhinderte, wusste er, was er da fühlte und ein breites Grinsen glitt über sein Gesicht. Oft gesehen bei Weibern, noch nie bei einem Kerl – ein Keuschheitsgürtel. Das Grinsen vertiefte sich, ehe er unvermittelt den Rotz hochzog und dem Weib ins Gesicht spuckte. „Mach mich los!“ befahl er und betonte jedes einzelne Wort.

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‚Have you missed him?‘ she asked and drew with thus Adam's attention to herself. The muscles in his face obviously work. He turned the head aside when it stretched her hand to stroke his hair what she did not stop, nevertheless from doing it. As well as Adam in the head knelt, the opportunities of evasion were limited to the smallest space. He did not want to listen to her and, nevertheless, did it and also he looked to the hunchback when she put the convenient question.
Around his lips it twitched nervously when he saw resting his lascivious look at himself. Indignantly to take the attention of the former torturer, he braced himself against the clutch in his hair, fought against it because he had to see where the ugly was and, however, lost, gave way and laid the head in the nape. From the corners of the eye he saw how the other stretched the hand to him, while the mocking voice Mirabels resounded in his ears.

‚ Not that, it hammered in his skull. Coldly it became in his hip, in his bottom and his whole abdomen, he already meant the fingers of the other to feel than a weight on his hips lay down. Also without looking down in himself what Mirabel prevented by the clutch in his hair, he knew what he felt there and a wide grin glided over his face. Often seen with women, never with a guy – a chastity belt. The grin became engrossed, before he raised abruptly the snot and spitted the woman in the face. „Untie me!“ he ordered and stressed every single word.
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"Täubchen..." die Stimme des Buckligen ist belegt, da das Verlangen ihm die Kehle regelrecht zuschnürt. So räuspert der Kerl sich ehe er weiter spricht "...mein Täubchen hast dich extra schick gemacht für mich?" Der Unhold klatscht vor Begeisterung in die Hände und zeigt damit, wie sehr es ihn freut. "Spielsachen sind und doch sehr vertraut mh?"

Seiner neuen Herrin hat der Häßliche genau zugehört und so wendet er sich ab und mit den vertrauten schlurfenden Schritten geht er quer durch den Raum. Fackeln tauchen an den Wänden auf, nur um dann kurz wieder zu verschwinden. Der Raum scheint sich zu drehen und der muffige Geruch des einstigen Kerkers warbt durch den Raum und dann öffnet sich knarzend ein schwerer Holzdeckel. Am anderen Ende des Zimmers, steht die derbe hölzerne Truhe und die schabenden Geräusche die erklingen, verraten dass der Unhold diese nach der geeigneten Spielsache durchsucht.


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"Doves ..." the voice of the hunchback is busy, because the desire zuschnürt his throat normal. So the guy clears his throat before he spoke further, "... my dear you have made ​​extra-chic for me?" The Ogre claps with excitement in his hands and shows with how much it pleased him. "Toys are yet very familiar huh?"

His new mistress, the ugly listened carefully and he turns away and with the familiar shuffling steps he walks across the room. Dive torches on the walls, only to disappear again shortly. The room seems to spin and the musty smell of the former prison warbt across the room and then opens a heavy creaking wooden lid. At the other end of the room is the rough wooden chest and scraping noises that sounded reveal that the fiend searched for a suitable match this thing.


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Mirabel konnte sich ihr Zauberwort sonst wo hinstecken und das sagte Adam ihr auch, zwischen zusammengebissenen Zähnen hindurch. Die Geräusche, die der Bucklige machte, ließen ihm die Nackenhaare zu Berge stehen und waren der Antrieb der noch fehlte, ihn versuchen zu lassen, die Fesseln mit den Zähnen zu lösen. Aber weder löste sich der Knoten auch nur im Ansatz, noch ließ sich eine Faser vom Seil lösen. Als der Deckel mit einem lauten Knall die Truhe wieder verschloss, gab Adam seine sinnlosen Bemühungen auf und drehte dafür den Kopf in Richtung des Hässlichen, um zu sehen, was der gefunden hatte. Eine Schere. Natürlich. Was auch sonst. Ein freudloses Lachen kroch die Kehle empor und wurde freigelassen.

„Was Besseres fällt dir nicht ein?“ krächzte er. Zu schnell gesprochen, als dass man wirklich denken könnte, der Anblick machte keinen Eindruck auf ihn.

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Mirabel could stick her magic word somewhere and Adam said this her also, between clenched teeth through. The noises which the hunchback made left to him the neck hairs to mountains and were the impulse him was still absent to let try him, to loosen the chains with the teeth. But neither freed dissolved of the knots even in the beginning, nor can be loosened a fiber of the rope. When the lid with a loud bang closed the chest again, Adam gave up his pointless efforts and turned for it the head in the direction of the ugly to see what he had found. Scissors. Of course. What as for the rest. A cheerless laughter crept the throat up and was released.

„You have nothing better in your mind?“ he croaked. Too fast spoken, as that one could really think, the sight made no impression on him.

*translated by abacho
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Vorfreude breitet sich im Unhold aus und wird auch deutlich sichtbar, wenn denn der Blick der anderen sich nur in die rechte Richtung legt. Auf das Zeichen von Mira grinst der Hässliche so breit und fies, dass man meinen könnt ein Hund bleckt die Zähne. Nur leider sind es keine weißen geraden Reihen die sich zeigen, sondern hässliche braune und schwarzen Stumpen und aus dem Inneren des Mundes dringt ein solcher Gestank, dass er einem die Sinne raubt. Doch dem Unhold ist es gleich und so hebt er sein Werkzeug an und mit weit geöffneten Klingen führt er die Schere zu dem Handgelenk in dessen Hand im inneren sich der Schlüssel für den Keuschheitsgürtel befindet. "Geht auch ohne sone Hand. Hast ja nen Mund..." meint der Bucklige und dann drückt er leicht die Klingen der Schere zusammen, so dass ein kleiner Rinnsal von Adams Blut auf das schneeweiße Laken fließt.


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Anticipation spreads throughout the fiend, and is also clearly visible when because the view of the other lies down only into the right direction. On the character of Mira the Ugly grins as wide and nasty that you think can a dog bares his teeth. Unfortunately, there are no white straight rows that show up, but ugly brown and black cheroot from the inside of the mouth and penetrates such a stench that it robs a sense. But the monster is the same and he lifts his tool and with wide open he leads the scissor blade to the wrist in his hand inside the key to the chastity belt is located. "Go without sone hand. Did nen mouth ..." said the hunchback, and then he puts his hand on the blades of the scissors together, so that a small trickle of blood on the snow Adams flowing white sheets.


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Weg war der Schlüssel und dennoch war Adam erleichtert. Sie hatte ihn angenommen, triumphiert und geseufzt, was nur bedeuten konnte, die Klingen würden ihr grausames Werk nicht vollenden. Oder nicht? Noch spürte er das Metall kalt und schneidend an seiner Haut und auch das Herz raste noch wild, wenngleich die Erwartung, dass die Schere sich öffnete, größer war, als dass sie sich endgültig schloss.
Der Blick des Herzogs klebte am Weib und der Kopf drehte sich mit, als sie zum Buckligen ging. Fast schien es, als wollte er ihren Mund mit reiner Willenskraft den entsprechenden Befehl sagen lassen, doch als sie diesen öffnete und sagte, was sie zu sagen hatte, in diesem bestimmten Ton, schwanden die Hoffnungen, auch wenn Adam sich verzweifelt daran klammerte, sie nur missverstanden zu haben. Langsam schüttelte er den Kopf, wie um zu verneinen, was ihm das Glitzern in beider Augen offenbarte und dann...

...bestand die Welt nur noch aus Schmerz.
Er schrie, den Kopf in den Nacken gelegt, riss an seinen Fesseln beim verzweifelten Versuch dem hier zu entfliehen und vollendete damit, was der Knecht noch nicht ganz zu Ende gebracht hatte. Die Hand trennte sich vom Leib und nun, einhändig frei und getragen durch das eigene Zerren, fiel der Herzog auf den Rücken. Entsetzt starrte er auf seinen Armstumpf, aus dem nicht das Blut fontänenartig herausschoss, es war schließlich ein Traum, und hielt ihn stöhnend an seine Brust. Der Schmerz ließ ihn schwindelig werden, aber ein Gedanke schwebte über allem. Er musste hier weg. Wild riss er an der Fessel, die die linke Hand noch hielt, aber zuvor zwei gehalten hatte, weshalb die unverletzte fast mühelos hinausglitt.
Taumelnd glitt er vom Bett und lief, von der Stimme Asmodias begleitet in die Richtung, in der er die Tür vermutete und wo sie natürlich war. Mit einem Aufschrei warf er sich dadurch

...und befand sich in dunkler Nacht an einem Lagerfeuer wieder. Ein Karren stand nicht unweit, ebenso ein Pferd und es war kalt. Verwirrt drehte sich der Herzog im Kreis bis ihm aufging, wo er war. Es war der Rastplatz, welchen Mirabel und er aufgeschlagen hatten, kurz bevor sie die Steiermark erreicht hatten.

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Away was the key, yet Adam was relieved. She had believed him, triumphs and sighed, which could only mean the blades would not accomplish their cruel work. Or not? Still, he felt the cold metal against his skin and cutting and also the heart still raced wildly, although the expectation that the gap opened, was larger than that it closed for good.
The view of the Duke stuck to the wife and the head turned with them when they went to the hunchback. It almost seemed as if he wanted to let her mouth with sheer willpower to say the command, but when she opened it and said what they had to say in this particular tone, faded hopes, even if Adam's I clung desperately to it, they just have misunderstood. Slowly he shook his head as if to deny what he revealed the glint in both eyes and then ...

The world was ... just from pain.
He shouted, his head in the neck, tore at his bonds in the desperate attempt to escape from here, and finished with what the servant had not been quite finished. The hand separated from the body and then, with one hand free and supported by its own tug, the Duke fell on his back. Appalled, he stared at his stump, not the blood shot out like a fountain from, it was finally a dream, and held it to his chest moaning. The pain made him dizzy, but a thought hovered over everything. He had to get out of here. Wild he ripped at the ankle, which still held his left hand, but two had previously held, so the uninjured glided almost effortlessly.
Staggering, he slid off the bed and ran, accompanied by the voice Asmodias in the direction where he thought the door, where she was natural. With a cry, he threw himself thereby

…and was a dark night around a campfire again. A cart was not far, just a horse and it was cold. Confused, the Duke in a circle until he realized where he was. It was the resting place, which Mirabel and he had pitched just before they reached the Styria.

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Er war zusammengezuckt, als das Räuberweib aus dem Unterholz gebrochen kam, entspannte sich aber, sobald er sie erkannt hatte, trotz dem, was eben vorgefallen war, denn dieses hier war bekannt, weshalb er wusste, hier drohte ihm keine Gefahr. Hier waren nur Mirabel und er. Und er war in weitaus besserer körperlicher Verfassung als sie ahnte. Der Herzschlag beruhigte sich wieder.
Adam warf über die Schulter einen Blick nach hinten, dorthin, wo er eben durch die Tür gestolpert war, aber außer Bäumen, Büschen und Gras war nichts zu sehen. Alles war, wie es sein sollte. „Ich bin eingeschlafen und habe schlecht geträumt“, antwortete er abweisend, ohne zu wissen, wie nahe er der Wahrheit gerade war und setzte sich mit dem Gesicht zum Feuer, welches sich mühte, die Kälte zu vertreiben. Umständlich schälte er sich aus dem Hemd, ihrem Hemd, welches ihm zu klein war und legte es neben sich. Die Arme auf die angewinkelten Knie gestützt, den Kopf hängenlassend wartete er stumm darauf, dass sie herankam. Alles war wie damals, wirklich alles. Bis hin zu den beiden Händen.

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He winced when the robber came broken out of the woodwork, but relaxed when he recognized her, despite what had just happened, because this one was known, so he knew he was no threat of danger here. Here, only he and Mirabel. And he was in far better physical shape than she suspected. The heartbeat calmed down.
Adam threw a glance over his shoulder back to where he had just stumbled through the door, but other than trees, bushes and grass was nothing to see. Everything was as it should be. "I fell asleep and had a bad dream," he replied repellent, without knowing how close he was to the truth just and sat down with his face to the fire, which strove to expel the cold. Awkwardly, he peeled off his shirt, her shirt, which was too small for him, and laid it beside him. Arms resting on bent knees, his head drooping, he waited silently that they came up. Everything was as it was, really everything. To the two hands.


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Automatisch ging der Blick, der bislang ins Leere gerichtet war, zum Bauch, als sie einen überraschten Laut von sich gab, kaum dass sie den Verband gelöst hatte. Er erwartete das schlimmste – Wundsekret oder auch Maden und schaut ebenso ungläubig drein wie sie, als er stattdessen eine völlig abgeheilte Wunde entdeckte, von deren Vorhandensein nur noch Narben erzählten. Das musste wirklich eine Wundertinktur sein. Gestern hatte er noch das rohe Fleisch sehen müssen, als Mirabel den Verband abgenommen hatte und jetzt das. Kein Wunder, dass die Müdigkeit aus seinen Knochen verschwunden war. Ob’s überall verheilt war?
Adam beugte sich noch tiefer herunter, damit die Schwarzhaarige, die den gleichen Gedanken zu haben schien, einen Blick über seine Schulter werfen konnte. Wie es schien, hatte Gott seine Finger bei seiner Genesung mit im Spiel gehabt. Doch das gute Gefühl dauerte nicht lange an. Ihre Frage alarmierte den Herzog, dessen Leib sich versteifte. Er versuchte einen Blick dorthin zu werfen, wo er ihre Finger spürte, schaffte es aber nicht. „Was?“ fragte er drängend.

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Automatically went to the look that was previously directed into the void, to the stomach, as they surprised a sound that was as soon as she had solved the association. He expected the worst - wound secretion or maggots and looks just as incredulous as they bargain when he discovered instead a completely healed wound, the presence of only telling scars. That had to be a really miracle ointment. Yesterday he had yet to see the raw flesh, as Mirabel had taken the bandage and now this is no wonder that the fatigue was gone from his bones. Whether it was all healed?
Adam leaned down even further so that the black-haired man, who seemed to have the same thought, could have a look over his shoulder. It seemed that God had had his fingers in his recovery with the game. But the good feeling did not last long. Your question alarmed the duke, his body stiffened. He tried to take a look to where he felt her finger, but could not. "What," he asked urgently.

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„Gebissen?“ Etwas regte sich in ihm, eine Ahnung, dass er eigentlich wissen müsste, wer oder was da seine Zähne in ihn versenkt hatte, aber bis auf ein unbehagliches Gefühl stellte sich keine Erinnerung ein. Seine Augen suchten den Boden ab, als läge dort die Lösung, als ihr Atem warm über seine Haut strich und einen sichtbaren Schauer bei ihm auslöste. Trotz des Rätsels, welches sie ihm gerade aufgegeben hatte, reagierte der Leib auf solcherlei Reize. Körper und Verstand gingen oft nicht in Hand und Hand, wie Adam selbst hatte erfahren müssen. Sein Blick fiel auf ihre fünf Finger, die kühl auf seiner warmen Haut lagen. Gerade als er sich zu ihr lehnen wollte, die Hand selbst hob, um sie auf ihre Seite zu legen, krachte es vernehmlich im Unterholz und Adam verharrte, starrte dorthin wohin auch das Weib sah und wartete auf das unvermeidliche.

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"Bitten?" Something stirred in him an idea that he would actually know who or what had since sunk his teeth into him, but up to an uncomfortable feeling, no memory was established. His eyes searched the ground, as there would be the solution, as her breath was warm on his skin and caused a visible shiver with him. Despite the mystery, which she had just given him the body respond to stimuli These kinds. Body and mind often did not go hand in hand, as Adam himself had learned. His gaze dropped to her five fingers were cool against his warm skin. Just as he was leaning on her hand lifted itself, to place them on their side, it cracked loudly in the undergrowth and Adam paused, staring there where also saw the woman and waited for the inevitable.

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„Eure kaiserliche Majestät.“ Entgeistert sah Adam zu der kleinen zierlichen Frau, die sich aus dem Dunkel schälte und so gar nicht zu den Geräuschen passen wollte, die Mirabel und ihn aufgeschreckt hatten. Ein Bär hätte solch ein Getöse veranstalten können, aber diese zarte Frau? Hastig erhob Adam sich, ohne nachzudenken, warum er es tat und nur ihre Schreckensbotschaft hielt ihn davon ab, gleich wieder auf die Knie vor seinem Engel zu sinken. „Er sucht uns?“ Eiskalt streckte die Angst ihr Hand nach dem Mann aus und fuhr mit den kalten Fingern über seinen Rücken, während er angestrengt ins Dunkle stierte, als erwartete er, den Folterknecht jeden Moment aus der Finsternis springen zu sehen. „Warum? Ihr habt mich gehen lassen.“ Und woher kannte der Bucklige das Räuberweib? Adam blinzelte verwirrt, als er sich selbst die Antwort gab – sie war dabei gewesen, als der andere verblutet war. Der Unhold war tot….. so wie die Kaiserin….
Adam taumelte einen Schritt zurück. Er begriff nicht, was hier vor sich ging. Die einzige, die reell zu sein schien, war die Schwarzhaarige, auf die er jetzt seinen hilflosen Blick richtete. Ehe er jedoch sein Nichtverstehen ausdrücken konnte, ließ ihn der Schrei der Blonden zusammenzucken. Ihr Gesicht war verzerrt vor Angst und er wollte nicht sehen, worauf sie deutete, senkte dennoch langsam den Kopf und ächzte zittrig auf, als er auf den Armstumpf blickte an dem bis vor Momenten noch seine rechte Hand gewesen war. "Was passiert hier?" schrie der Herzog seine Verzweiflung heraus.

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"Your Imperial Majesty." Adam looked aghast at the small, delicate woman who was peeling out of the dark and so did not want to go with the sounds and Mirabel had startled him. A bear could organize such an uproar, but this delicate woman? Adam rose hastily, without thinking, why he did it, and only their terrible news stopped him, just to fall back on his knees before his angels. "He's looking for us?" Cold Fear stretched her hand to the man and ran his cold fingers on his back as he stared intently into the darkness, as if he expected to see the torturer jump out of the darkness at any moment. "Why? You let me go. "And how the robber knew the hunchback? Adam blinked when he gave himself the answer - she had been there when the other was bled to death. The monster was dead ..... like the Empress ....
Adam staggered back a step. He did not understand what was going on. The only one that seemed to be real, was the black-haired man, to which he now turned his helpless look. However, before he could express his lack of understanding, the cry of the blonde made him wince. Her face was contorted with fear and he did not see what they suggested, but slowly lowered his head and groaned on shaky as he looked at the'd been to before moments, his right hand on the stump. "What happened here?" cried the duke out his despair.

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"Majestät..." auf Knien rutscht der Alte hinter dem Leib hervor. Und auf Knien muss er sein, denn sein Körper endet ebendort. Keine Unterschenkel, keine Füße, nur Stümpfe auf denen die ausgemergelte Gestalt rutschen kann. Schwere Ketten rasseln, die er um den Hals trägt und mit sich zieht. An den Enden der Ketten schleifen schwere Gewichte über den Boden, tiefe Furchen dort hinterlassend. Ohne seinen Bart ist Graufang vielleicht nicht sofort zu erkennen und auch dass er nur noch Haut ist, die sich fast durchsscheinend über die Knochen zieht, macht es nicht einfach, den Mann als den alten Fugger zu identifizieren. Vor der Kaiserin wirft sich der Krüppel auf die Erde und küsst diesen wie eine Liebste. "Heilig ist der Boden, auf dem du wandelst und heilig ist dein Leib." Ein Murmeln und doch gleichzeitig deutlich genug, um es zu verstehen. "Seht, was er aus mir gemacht hat" Flehntlich werden die dürren Hände zu der Kaiserin gehoben. "Er hat mich in Irrung gelassen und meine Seele der ewigen Verdammnis überlassen." Tränen laufen über die Wangen des Alten, der nun auf Adam zurutscht "Warum?" Klagend sind die Worte. "Warum hast du mir nicht den wahren Weg gezeigt, den du von dieser heiligen Stimme erfahren hast?" Der Finger deutet zurück auf die Kaiserin. "Eine Offenbahrung hat sie dir geschenkt und du hast nicht erkannt, dass sie der Mund Gottes ist... Warum?" Nun sieht die Gestalt zu Mira. Wie ein grinsender Totenschädel, über den jemand altes Pergament gezogen hat, erscheint das Haupt des Alten. "Wir hätten ihn verbrennen sollen, als wir die Zeit dazu hatten. Nun wird er uns alle in den Untergang reissen... Dich, mich - und sich selbst. Töte ihn, wenn du kannst. Diese schwarze Seele darf nicht am Leben bleiben..."

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"Majesty... " on knees the old person slides behind the body out. And on knees he must be, because his body ends ebendort. No lower legs, no feet, only stumps on those the drained shape can slide(slip). Heavy chains rattle which he carries around the neck and moves with himself. At the ends of the chains heavy weights about the ground, deep furrows trail there leaving. Without his beard grey catch is not maybe to be recognised immediately and also that it is only a skin which stretches almost durchsscheinend about the bones, it does not make simply to identify the man as the old wholesaler. Before the empress the cripple on the earth buckles and kisses this like a darling. "Holy is the ground on which you stroll and there is holy your body. " marbles and, nevertheless, at the same time clearly enough to understand it. "See what he has made from me " Flehntlich the dry hands are lifted to the empress."He leaves me in Irrung and my spirit of the everlasting damnation überlassen. " tears run through the cheeks of the old person, now on Adam zurutscht "Why? " Plaintively are the words. "Why you have not shown me the true way which you have found out from this holy voice? " The finger indicates back at the empress. "An revelation was given to you and you have not seen that it is the mouth of God... Why? " Now the shape sees to Mira. Like a grinning dead person's skull over which somebody has pulled old greaseproof paper appears the head of the old person. "We should have burnt him when we had the time in addition. Now he will tear everybody from us into the darkness... You, me - and himself. Kill him if you are able. This black spirit may not remain in the life... "

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Es ergab so alles keinen Sinn. Weder das plötzliche Auftauchen der Kaiserin ohne Kutsche und ohne einen riesigen Aufmarsch an Wachen und die ohnehin tot unter der Erde liegen musste, noch deren plötzliche Wandlung. Und so wenig Sinn wie das Ganze ergab, so wenig bemerkte er es, sondern nahm als gegeben hin, was er „sah“. Seine Wirklichkeit war das hier - die Kälte, die der Ort abstrahlte, der pochende Schmerz an seinem Arm, der ihn schüttelte und der faulige Geruch, den die Blonde aussonderte und der ihn umwaberte. Der einzige rettende Anker in dem Ganzen hier war die Schwarzhaarige, auf der sein ganzer Augenmerk lag und von der er sich nichts weniger erhoffte, als dass sie ihm half wie schon einmal.
‚Adam.‘ Des Herzogs Kopf ruckte zur Kaiserin herum, als sie seinen Namen so harsch aussprach und wieder schafft diese es, seinen Blick auf seinen Unterarm zu lenken, der am Handgelenk endete. Sein Mund öffnete sich, um ihr zu widersprechen, um ihr zu sagen, er könne auch mit einer Hand als Herzog dienen, doch der Ruf nach dem Unhold ließ ihn verstummen, ehe auch nur ein Laut seine Lippen verlassen konnte. Er tat einen Schritt zurück, schwang sein Schwert, das er unvermittelt hielt, unsicher mit der linken Hand, die das Gewicht zu halten nicht gewohnt war. „Hör nicht auf sie. Sie lügt.“ Verzweifelt klang der Ausruf, denn es galt nicht nur das Räuberweib zu überzeugen, sondern auch sich selbst. Er war kein williger Diener der Wollust. Nichts fürchtete er mehr als die Verdammnis und dass er Mirabel Gewalt hatte antun wollen…. Er war nicht er selbst gewesen. „Ich weiß es nicht“, schrie er dem Weib entgegen und konnte ihr heulen nicht ertragen. Die Ohren verschließen konnte er nicht, aber sich wegdrehen, um sich ihren Anblick zu ersparen.
Und dann griff das Grauen endgültig nach ihm.

Graufang, oder das was von dem Alten noch übrig geblieben war, rutschte auf Knien in sein Blickfeld. Sein jämmerlicher Anblick brach Adam, der den Greis liebte, nicht aus Respekt seiner Berufung gegenüber, sondern wie ein Sohn, das Herz. Und dann noch einmal, als er begriff, was Graufang da sagte. Der verkrüppelte Arm hob sich, um sich an die Brust zu fassen, aber es blieb bei dem Heben. Zum Fassen wären Finger vonnöten gewesen. „Ich habe nichts Unrechtes getan“, stammelte der Herzog, dem von seiner sonst selbstsicheren Art nichts geblieben war. „Bitte wende dich nicht ab von mir.“ Es war das erste Mal, dass Adam den alten Fugger duzte, aber auch das erste Mal, dass er ihn inständig um etwas bat. Kaum war sein Flehen verklungen, kreischte Mirabel auf, deren hysterisches Lachen ihm durch Mark und Bein ging und ihn aus Reflex zwei Schritte ausweichen ließ, noch ehe er den Kopf in ihre Richtung gedreht hatte. Das war’s was ihm genug Zeit verschaffte, das eigene Schwert mit der falschen Hand zu heben, um sich ihr entgegen zu stellen, auch wenn jeder hier sicher war, dass er den Tod verdient hatte und eine kleine Stimme in seinem Kopf sich dazugesellte und leise flüsterte, ob sie nicht Recht hatten.

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There was thus no sense at all. Neither the sudden appearance of the Empress without a coach and without a huge rally at the guards and had already lie dead under the earth, nor the sudden transformation. And as little sense as the whole thing was so little he noticed it, but took for granted what he "saw". His reality was here - the cold that radiated the place of the throbbing pain in his arm, shook him and the putrid smell that singled the blonde and the umwaberte him. The only saving anchor in all of this here was the black-haired man, his whole attention was on and from which he expected nothing less than that they helped him as before.
, Adam. 'The Duke's head snapped around to the Empress, as harsh as they said his name again, and this manages to direct his gaze on his forearm, which ended at the wrist. His mouth opened to contradict her, to tell her that he could serve with one hand as the Duke, but the call to the fiend silenced him before even a sound could leave his lips. He stepped back, swung his sword, he suddenly stopped, uncertain with the left hand, which was to keep the weight not used to. "Do not listen to her. She's lying. "Sounded desperate exclamation, for it was not only to convince the robber, but he himself was not a willing servant of lust. He feared nothing more than the destruction and violence that he had Mirabel want to do .... He was not himself. "I do not know," he shouted at the woman and could not stand her crying. He could not close his ears, but turn away in order to spare himself the sight.
And then the horror finally took after him.

Gray fishing, or what was still left of the old, slipped to her knees in his field. His pitiful sight broke Adam, who loved the old man, not out of respect towards his vocation, but as a son, the heart. And then again when he realized what Gray Fang said there. The crippled arm rose to catch his chest, but it stayed with the lifting. For grasping fingers would have been needed. "I have done nothing wrong," murmured the duke, who had nothing left of his otherwise self-assured way. "Please do not turn away from me." It was the first time that the old Adam familiar terms Fugger, but also the first time that he begged him for something. No sooner had his pleas died away, Mirabel shrieked, their hysterical laughter went through and through him, and let him evade two steps reflex, even before he had his head turned in her direction. That's what gave him enough time to raise his own sword with the wrong hand, in order to provide to meet her, even if everyone here was sure he deserved to die, and a little voice to joined in his head and softly whispered whether or not they were right.

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Die Worte Graufangs sind wie Messerstiche in seiner Brust und die Qual darüber spiegelte sich unverhüllt in seinem Gesicht wider. War’s schon am Beginnen, was der Alte ihm prophezeite? War der Tod Wulfs der Anfang gewesen? Oder bereits das Abwenden seines Freundes Mesetetefs? Gefolgt waren danach einige, die ihm den Rücken zugekehrt hatten, am Ende waren es seine eigenen Schwestern gewesen, die er trotz seiner Liebe nicht bei sich hatte halten können. Die eine hatte offen Pläne gegen ihn geschmiedet mit einem Mann, der ihm den Tod an den Hals wünschte, die andere machte die Beine für einen breit, der ihm in den Rücken gefallen war und beides Mal trieb es ihm einen Dolch ins Herz, als sie ihm so offen ihre Ablehnung zeigten. Und jetzt war’s Graufang, der ihm seinen Hass schonungslos ins Gesicht spie. Ein Stöhnen entrang sich seiner Brust. War er auf dem Irrweg und gab die Seelen aller, die ihn liebten und folgten, den Dämonenfürsten preis?
Verzweifelt klammerte er sich an das Gute in seinem Leben, was Zeichen dafür sein musste, dass Gott ihn nicht verlassen hatte und er nicht fehlging. Seine Ana. Sein Weib, welches zu ihm hielt und ihm alles verzieh. Er hatte sie gar nicht verdient. Mehr als einmal hatte er das in den vergangen Jahren hören müssen. Aber er war nicht bereit, sie um ihrer selbst willen gehen zu lassen, dafür brauchte er sie zu sehr und er war auch nicht bereit, zu sterben, ohne sie und seinen Sohn noch einmal im Arm gehalten zu haben. Fester schlossen sich die Finger um den Griff des Schwertes und Adam wartete auf den Ausfall der Räuberin, um ihn zu parieren, doch nichts dergleichen geschah. Fassungslos sah der Herzog Mirabel ins Gesicht, als die Klinge seines Schwertes in ihren Leib drang und sie zum Lachen reizte. Er hätte wohl den Griff losgelassen, hätten sich nicht die Finger im Entsetzen darum gekrampft und auch als ihr Gesicht sich veränderte, konnte er nichts tun, außer regungslos zusehen, wie die Räuberin sich in sein geliebtes Weib verwandelte und sich selbst auf seinem Schwert aufspießte. „Ana“ hauchte er tonlos und ließ es zu, dass sie ihre Hände auf seine Schulter legte. Eine nur allzu vertraute Geste, wie auch ihr Geruch, der ihm in die Nase stieg, vermischt mit dem metallenen Geruch von Blut. „Es tut mir leid.“ Einem Wimmern gleich kam es aus seiner Kehle. Endlich schafften es seine Finger, sich vom Griff zu lösen und er konnte so sein Weib auffangen, ehe es zu Boden glitt. Immer wieder wisperte er ihr zu, wie leid es ihm täte, während er mit der ihm verbliebenden Hand vergeblich versuchte, den Blutstrom, der aus ihrem Leib floss, aufzuhalten. Adam bemerkte erst, dass Adala zu ihnen getreten war, als diese ihre Hand auf Ana’s Schulter legte und schaute mit tränennassem Gesicht zu ihr auf. Sie hatte Recht. Alle hatten sie Recht. Seine Seele war verdorben und sein verdienter Platz war auf dem Mond. Nirgendwo sonst. „Ich gehöre dir“, schluchzte er und drückte seine Ana, die in seinen Armen bereits schlaff geworden war an sich. „Bringe mich dorthin, wo ich hingehöre.“

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In the land of dreams ... *

The words are gray muzzle like a knife in his chest and spoiled it reflected openly reflected in his face. That's it at the start what the old prophesied? Was the death of Wulf's been the beginning? Or already turning away his friend Mesetetefs? Followed thereafter were some who had his back turned towards him, in the end it had been his own sisters, whom he had not in spite of his love can hold. One had open plans against him forged with a man who wanted him dead on the neck, the other made the legs for a broad who was like him in the back and both times it drove him a dagger to the heart, as they him so openly showed their opposition. And now it was gray Fang, his hatred spewed him relentlessly in the face. A groan burst from his chest. He was on the wrong track and gave the souls of all who loved him and followed the prince of demons award?
He desperately clung to the good in his life that had to be a sign that God had not left him and he was not wrong. Its Ana. His wife, who stood by him, and forgave him everything. He had not earned. More than once he had to hear that in the past years. But he was not ready to let it go for its own sake, for he needed her too much and he was not willing to die without it, and have held his son in his arms again. Fixed the fingers closed around the hilt of the sword and Adam waited for the failure of the robber to parry him, but nothing happened. Mirabel looked stunned the Duke's face as the blade of his sword penetrated into their body and they appealed to laugh. He would have let go of the handle, would not clutching fingers in the horror of it and as her face changed, he could do nothing except watch motionless as the robber turned into his beloved wife and impaled himself on his sword. "Ana" he breathed soundlessly and had it that she put her hands on his shoulder. An all too familiar gesture, as well as their odor, which rose to his nostrils, mixed with the metallic smell of blood. "I'm sorry." It was equal to a whimper in his throat. Finally made it his fingers to loosen the grip and he was able to catch his wife before it slid to the floor. Again and again he whispered to her how sorry he did while he vainly tried him with the remaining of the hand, the flow of blood that flowed from her womb reside. Adam did not notice until that Adala had joined them, as this put her hand on Ana's shoulder and looked at her face wet with tears on. She was right. All of them were right. His soul was corrupt and deserved his place was on the moon. Nowhere else, "I am yours," he sobbed and expressed his Ana, who had already become limp in his arms itself. "Take me to where I belong."

*translated by google
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Erwachen

Mit einem Mal waren alle und alles um ihn herum verschwunden und er war umgeben von schwarz. Sekunden nur, ehe Adam die Augen aufriss und in das sonst so freundliche Gesicht Graufangs blickte, das gerade nur Sorge zeigte. Das Bild des Graufangs im Traum noch vor Augen zuckte der Herzog zusammen. Schuld zeigte sich in seinem Gesicht, dass noch nass war von seinen Tränen, die ihm nicht nur im Traum die Wangen hinuntergelaufen sind. Noch hatte er sie nicht bemerkt, denn noch war er zu sehr in dem Traumgespinst gefangen, sonst hätte er sie beschämt fortgewischt. „Ich bin verdammt“, flüsterte er dem Alten zu, richtete sich auf und krallte sich an dessen Nachtgewand fest. „Gib mich nicht auf.“

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Wakening

Suddenly everyone and everything around him had disappeared and he was surrounded by black. Only for seconds, before Adam tore his eyes and looked into the usual friendly face of Graufang, which showed just only worry. The duke winced, the picture of Graufang in his dream still in his mind. His face showed guilt, that was still wet from his tears which have run down the cheeks, not only in his dream. He had not noticed, because still he was caught too much in the dream, or he would have wiped them ashamed. "I'm damned," he whispered to the old man, stood up and clawing at the night gown. "Do not give up me up."
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Das Warten
13. Juli 1461 bis 30. Juli 1461

Die Tage am kaiserlichen Hof plätscherten ereignislos dahin, sah man von den gelegentlichen Ausflügen in die Stadt ab, gegen diese sich die Wachen tatsächlich nicht aussprachen. Nie hatte Adam gemutmaßt, dass der Kaiser ihn über zwei geschlagene Wochen hier festhalten würde. Unmöglich, dass der so lange benötigte, um eine Entscheidung zu treffen. Wahrscheinlicher war’s, dass es eine bloße Machtdemonstration oder etwas anderes war, dessen Sinn dem Herzog verschlossen blieb. Eines erreichten aber die Tage, genauer gesagt die Nächte, in denen er von Nachtmahren heimgesucht wurde, die ihm kaum zur Ruhe kommen ließen: Sie zermürbten ihn.
Tiefe Schatten unter den Augen zeugten von der Schlaflosigkeit und ungesunde graue Blässe beherrschte das Gesicht. Schlaf hatte der Mann nur gefunden, wenn der Geist derart erschöpft gewesen war, dass selbst das Träumen zu viel gewesen wäre. Ganze Nächte und halbe Tage hatte er dann durchgeschlafen, doch war’s nur selten der Fall gewesen und der Herzog deshalb erschöpft. Der Patriarch wusste um seine Albträume und half ihm in den dunklen Nächten, wenn er aufgeschreckt war, die Zeit bis zum Morgengrauen, der mit seiner beginnenden Helligkeit den Schrecken vertrieb, durchzustehen, indem er mit ihm betete. Die Gebete halfen nicht besser als der Alkohol, mit dem er sich sonst betäubte, aber auch nicht schlechter und er war bei klaren Verstand, was wichtig war, da er jeden Tag darauf hoffte, vom Kaiser gerufen zu werden. Aber die Tage waren vergangen, ohne dass man ihn gerufen hatte.

„Graufang“, müde fuhr Adam sich mit der Hand durch das Gesicht. Es war früh am Morgen und er und der Alte saßen am gedeckten Tisch. „Der Kaiser lässt uns jetzt seit über zwei Wochen hier ausharren und auf ein Wort von ihm warten. Wenn er mir damit etwas sagen will, verstehe ich es nicht. Mein Platz ist in der Steiermark, nicht hier, wo ich zur Untätigkeit verdammt bin.“ Schlechte Wortwahl, wie auch der Herzog bemerkte. „Ich gehe hier zu Grunde. Lässt er auch diesen Tag verstreichen, ohne ein Zeichen von sich zu geben, werde ich mich empfehlen und die Rückreise antreten.“ Zumindest den Versuch wagen.

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The wait
13th July 1461 to 30 July 1461

The days at the imperial court passed and nothing happened, except the occasional excursions to the town, which the guards actually permitted. Adam had never thought that the emperor would arrest him for more than two weeks. Impossibly that he needed so long to make a decision. It was more probably that it was a bare power demonstration or something else, whose sense the duke did not understood. But the days, more precisely the nights, he were forced to stay here and in which he was struck by nightmares, achieved one thing : They wore him down.
Deep shades under his eyes and a unhealthy gray paleness on his face showed the sleeplessness. The man had only found sleep, when the mind had been so exhausted that even to dream would have been too much. Only then, he was been able to sleep the whole nights and the half of the following day but those opportunities were and therefore the duke was exhausted. The patriarch knew of his nightmares and helped him within the dark nights, when Adam had startled, to get through the darkness till the morning started, by praying with him. The prayers were not more helpful, than the alcohol which was usual his method to deadened himself, however, they were not less effective and it was important to keep his mind clear, because Adam hoped every day that the emperor will call for him. But the days had passed, without a word.

“Graufang“, Adam rubbed his tiredly face. It was early the mornings and the old and he sat at the laid table. „The emperor lets us wait for a word of him for over two weeks now. If he wants to tell me something with that, I don't understand it. My place is in Styria, not here where I am condemned to the idleness.” Bad choice of words, how also the duke noticed. „I go to the dogs here. If he lets pass this day without giving a signal, I will take one's leave and start the journey to styria. “ Or to try it, at least.
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Am nächsten Morgen, 31. Juli 1461

Auch die Nacht hatte den Herzog in seinem Entschluss nicht wankelmütig werden lassen. Im Gegenteil. Mit jeder Faser des Leibes fieberte er dem Aufbruch entgegen, der Graufang und ihn fortbringen sollte von diesem hässlichen Ort, der ihm die Lebenskraft auszusaugen schien. Er wollte nur noch eines: Fort. So schnell wie möglich.
Früh am Morgen, bereits vor dem Frühstück, hatte er drei Briefe aufgesetzt. Einen an sein Weib, um ihr zu sagen, dass Graufang und er heute versuchen würde, Straßburg zu verlassen. Anweisung des Kaisers hin oder her. Dass seine Gedanken bei ihr sein würden und seine Liebe ihr galt. Mehr nicht. Der zweite Brief wurde an Fleno adressiert. Auch der enthielt die Nachricht, dass er heute versuchen würde, Straßburg zu verlassen und dass Fleno, wenn er am Ende der Woche nicht in der Heimat eingetroffen sei, davon ausgehen solle, er würde mit Waffengewalt hier festgehalten. Die letzten Zeilen schrieb er an den Kaiser selbst.




Ein Bote wurde mit zwei Briefen in die Steiermark entsandt, ein anderer mit der Aufgabe betraut, den einen Brief an den Sekretär des Kaisers zu übergeben. Dann war’s soweit. Ohne viel Federlesens verließ Adam mit Graufang das Zimmer und schickte sich an in Richtung Hof zu gehen, wo man hoffentlich einen Hinweis darauf erhalten würde, wo die eigene Kutsche inzwischen stand.

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The next morning, 31 July 1461

Also, during the night the Duke had not changed his mind. On the contrary. With every fiber of his body, he feverishly looked forward to the departure, which Graufang and him should take away from that ugly place that seemed to suck his life force. He wanted only one thing: Get away as quickly as possible.
Early in the morning, before breakfast, he had written three letters. One to his wife to tell her that Graufang and he would try to leave Strasbourg today. Instruction of the emperor to or fro. That his thoughts would be at her and his love was her. Not more. The second letter was addressed to Fleno. Also contained the news that he would try to leave Strasbourg today and that Fleno, if he had not arrived at the end of the week in the home, should assume he was being held by force here. The last lines he wrote to the emperor himself





A courier was sent with two letters to Styria, another entrusted with the task to pass a letter to the secretary of the emperor. Then it was time. Without further ado, Adam and Graufang left the room, and prepared to go towards the court where they would hopefully get a tip, where their own coach was now.
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Ranian had been called by the Emperor and once you come at him, he exhibited the will of the Duke of Styria, who wanted to leave the Imperial Palace and ordered her to stop him. The Imperial Marshal ordered all guards to be at every exit and not to let anyone without his order.
Thanks to timely Ranian guards found the two guests, rushed to get there, he observed the Duke, did not have a good appearance, pale face and big beachside dark circles, as anyone who doesn't sleep for a long time.

Duke! Patriarch!

greeted both with a nod of the head

The Emperor has informed me that you wanted to leave the Palace without even greet him in person

She said ironically to two guests, but always maintaining a serious face

And then, Duke! I still have something to Your uncle, I can't be holding his crosier for life

looked again the face of Duke, how was it possible that he hadn't asked for help if he was wrong, yet when she had left in their room had given its availability on all things, "man, them and their stupid pride" he thought, Ranian would bring at one of the Palace's doctors to get it checked, but the Emperor had ordered to bring both before him

Please follow me! The Emperor is waiting

expectations that the two guests are accompanied to then lead them to the throne room where there was the Emperor
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Leonardo andò incontro all'arcivescovo.
Gli rivolse un inchino e gli disse:

Vostra Eminenza, sono fiero di fare la vostra conoscenza.
Seguitemi, vi faccio strada.

Così il soldato appoggiò la mano sull'elsa e si mosse verso l'ala est.

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Leonardo went to meet the Archbishop.
he bowed and said:

Your Eminence, I am proud to make your acquaintance.
Follow me, I'll lead the way.

So the soldier put his hand on the hilt and moved toward the east wing.
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Araldo della Alto Nobile Famiglia dei Borgia

31. Juli 1461

Das Vorhaben, den Hof aufzusuchen, scheiterte schon an der Tür, die hinausführte. Die Wachen an der Tür versperrten ihnen unmissverständlich den Weg, was Grund für eine einseitige Diskussion war. Der Herzog redete – die Wachen wieder holten nur stoisch den Befehl des Kaisers, die Ausgänge zu versperren. Erst das Auftauchen des einen Weibes, welches er schon kannte, beendete das sinnlose Gerede.
Adam drehte sich zu ihr um und erwiderte ihr Nicken des Kopfes.
„Ich nahm nicht an, dass er, nachdem er drei Wochen keine Zeit für mich hatte, jetzt welche für mich aufbringen würde“, antwortete der Herzog süffisant. Die Brauen hochgezogen sah er zu Graufang, nickte dem dann zu und hielt ihm seinen Arm hin, damit der Alte sich darauf abstützen konnte, während sie zum Thronsaal gingen.

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31. July.1461

The intention to visit the court, actually failed in the beginning at the door. There were guards with a clear mission. Because of this, they had a discussion only with the limitation, that only the duke argued. He spoke – the guards of the emperor just stood like statues only their mission on their minds – guard the doors. In fact he would have stood there forever, if not that woman he already knew were arrived.
Adam turned toward her and gave his regards with a nod.
“I thought, that he wouldn’t have any time for me, now that I have been here for three weeks and there wasn’t even a second”, the duke answered in a smirk tune. His brow raised, he looked to Graufang, nodded to him, only to give him finally his arm so that the old one could grab a stand there, while they were going to the throne room.
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Your Grace! The emperor took his time, but that doesn't mean that has none to his vassals. Please this way!

Ranian made his way to the two visitors pose next to them, so as to adapt to their steps, behind two guards that as always the accompanied. The sound of their footsteps was echoed in the long hallway. The woman turned to Adam

Duke! I have found that pale....Do you feel bad? You need a doctor? We have good doctors here at Palace and if you want they can control you

Ranian slowed his pace, first looked at the Duke waiting his reply and then turned toward a couple of guards placed in front of the entrance of the Hall, there were just a few more steps and would have been the Emperor
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31. Juli 1461 ~ Von Graz nach Strassburg

Die Reise war nicht sehr angenehm und es mißfällt dem Abt, das Kloster ohne seine Aufsicht zu lassen. Doch wenn die Mutter Kirche ruft - und das tat sie in Form von Großinquisitor Santorio - dann hat man zu folgen. So bestieg auch Frater Menelaos in seiner Tätigkeit als Inquisitor eine Kutsche und trat den Weg nach Straßburg an. Wieder einmal ist es dieser Herzog, um den es geht und wieder einmal in Verbindung mit dem Kaiser des Heiligen Römischen Reiches Deutscher Nation. Scheinbar hat der Mann bei seinem letzen Aufenthalt noch nicht genug gelernt. - Abyssus abyssum invocat*.
Der Hof wird betrachtet doch der Asket hat keine Augen für die Schönheit des Palastes. Menelaos wünscht nur den Patriarchen wieder in der Heimat zu wissen. Gott wird sich wohl um den Rest kümmern und wenn es Ihm gefällt, diesen ganzen ungläubigen Ort in einem Feuersturm zu Grunde gehen lassen. Ganz so, wie Er es bei Oanylon tat.
Mit wehender Robe gesellt sich der Inquisitor zu Santorio der zur Zeit der mächtigste Mann nach dem Patriarchen in der Kirche ist, und wartet darauf, dass man die Geistlichen einlässt.

*Ein Fehler zieht einen weiteren nach sich.
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31. July 1461 ~ From Graz to Strasbourg

The trip was not very pleasant and it displeases the abbot to leave the monastery without his supervision. But when mother church is calling - and she did, in shape of Grand-Inquisitor Santorio - then you have to follow. So Brother Menelaus, as an inquisitor, took the way to Strasbourg. Once again, it is this Duke at issue and once again in conjunction with the emperor of the Holy Roman Empire of German nation. Apparently the man has not yet learned enough during his last stay. - Abyssus abyssum invocat *.
The farm is still considered the ascetic has no eye for the beauty of the palace. Menelaus only wishes to know the patriarch home again. God will surely take care of the rest and if it pleases Him He let go down this place in a firestorm. Just as He did with Oanylon.
With billowing robe the inquisitor joined Santorio. who is currently the most powerful man after the patriarch in the Church, and is waiting to enter the palace.

*An error produces the next error

google translation

31. July 1461 ~ From Graz to Strasbourg

"His grace and eminence Giulio Antonio Santorio and his entourage have arrived at this place and his will is to visit his imperial majesty Ludwig von Frayner, Kaiser and sovereign of the holy roman empire of german nation." Gerfried speaks to the guards, so the armed men know who has arrived and wants to enter the palace and whom they have to announce.

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31. Juli 1461 ~ Von Graz nach Strassburg

"Seine Gnaden und Eminenz Giulio Antonio Santorio nebst Gefolge ist angekommen und sein Wille ist es, Seine Kaiserliche Majestät Ludwig von Frayner, Kaiser und Souverän des Heiligen Römischen Reiches Deutscher Nation zu sehen." Gerfried spricht mit der Wachen, sodass die bewaffneten Männer wissen, wer her angekommen ist und den Palast zu betreten wünscht und wen sie anzukündigen haben.

Lodovico era intento a seguire l'evolversi dell'incontro quando vide che una suora gli si faceva incontro.
Anche se in modo lieve poso la mano destra sull'elsa della spada e attese che la stessa pronunciase parola.

La stessa giuntagli di fronte disse che era stata invitata a partecipare all'incontro e che si chiamava Ysabet e che faceva parte dell'inquisizione tedesca.

Lodovico vece il saluto e disse:


[b]Buongiorno Sorella avete fatto buon viaggio spero, seguitemi vi faccio strada, seguitemi presso l'ala est del palazzo[/b]

Così il soldato appoggiò la mano sull'elsa e si mosse verso l'ala est.

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Lodovico was intent to follow the evolution of the meeting when he saw that a nun was meeting him.
Although so slight laid his right hand on the hilt of the sword and waited for it to say the word.
The same across and arrive in front of, said he had been invited to attend the meeting and called Ysabet and that was part of the German Inquisition.
Lodovico stead the salute and said:


Good morning Sister you did good riddance I hope, follow me I Street, follow me at the East Wing of the Palace


So the soldier put his hand on the hilt and moved toward the east wing.[/quote]
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Ranian listened to the words of Duke in which he said that his condition was due to the little sleep, look away from the entrance of the Hall and turned her face towards him

Ah! I'm sorry that you haven't slept well.

She said with sincerity and regret

What was the bed too hard or some nightmare that kept you awake

spoke those words so irrelevant, his attention was now towards the two guards with their spears dammed the target. He walked away from the two guests and when it was before the guards motioned for them to give free passage to those who were with her. The guards retreated on their sides the spears and Ranian opened the door, then turned to the Duke and the Patriarch, with stylish make motioned them to enter. Once inside the guards resumed their initial position and she closed the door.
Sitting on the throne while waiting there was the Emperor, Ranian came up to him and knelt down to on sight.

Majesty! Your guests

She pointed to the Duke and the Patriarch and set aside, leaving the word to the Emperor
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In Begleitung der kirchlichen Leibgarde betrat ich das Schloss des Kaisers. Die Garde blieb stehen, während ich einem kaiserlichen Soldat das Dokument vom kaiserlichen Kirchenberater, Kardinal Edoardo Borromeo Galli, vorlegte. Ein Diener kam angeeilt welcher mich zum Kaiser führte. Nachdem ich vor zwei großen Türen ankam, welche für mich geöffnet wurden, betrat ich langsam den Saal und ging auf den Kaiser zu. Vor ihm verbeugte ich mich demütig und sprach:

Eure kaiserliche Majestät. Mein Name ist Madleen Johanna von Schenkenbach. Ich bin die Vize-Primas des deutschsprachigen Bischofskonzils des Heiligen römischen Reiches. Euer religöser Berater hatte mich hierher eingeladen, da ich als Führung der deutschsprachigen Kirche, Euren Berater, Comyr von Wettin, unterrichtet hatte, dass es Probleme gibt mit der Kirche in der Steiermark. Nur Eure Weisheit lässt dieses Problem beheben, so dass ich hoffe, unter Zeugnis von GOTT, dass dieses Problem nicht mehr bestehen bleiben wird.

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In the company of the ecclesial Body Guard I entered the palace of the emperor. The guard stopped while I an imperial soldier the document from the Imperial Church Consultant, Cardinal Edoardo Borromeo Galli presented. A servant came roped which led me to the emperor. When I arrived in front of two large doors that have been opened for me, I walked slowly down the hall and went to the Emperor. I bowed humbly before him and said:

Your Imperial Majesty. My name is Madleen Johanna of Schenkenbach. I am the Vice-Primate of the German Bishops' Council of the Holy Roman Empire. Your church consultant had invited me here, because I as a leader of the German church, your advisor, Comyr of Wettin, was informed that there are problems with the church in Styria. Only your wisdom can I fix this problem so I hope to witness to God that this problem will no longer exist.
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A guard entered the throne room, interrupting the moment of silence that was created after the Emperor had spoken and had turned to Cardinals present. Ranian looked just the young guard, which became red face and apologized for having stopped, then came up to her for sussurrarle the ear of people at the entrance of the Palace. The woman nodded to his every word then looked to the Emperor

Majesty! Sorry if I interrupt, but I have to tell you one important thing

Marshall came to the throne and spoke in low tones so that his words could be heard only by his Majesty


At the entrance to the Imperial Palace, the guard tells me that some people were apparently from Graz, the guard says they are clergymen, and that the highest office, His Eminence Giulio Antonio Santoro, this is the name that he said to the guard, asking to speak with you
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Monday, the 31th of July 1461

Ysabet entered the throne room after the guard, who had let her here.
She bowed first before the emperor and then before the Cardinal, his Eminence Edoardo Borromeo Galli, who was already here. She had never seen the emperor before. His coronation had been to far away and she usually stayed away from politics, but she had to admit that he was a impressive character. She knew the Cardinal by sight. She had seen him in the Nuntiature and the Inquisition from afar.
Ysabet placed hereself besides the Cardinal and decided to wait what would happen.
Shortly afterwards the vice-primate of the germanspeaking territories, Madleen Johanna of Schenkenbach, entered the room with her life guards and immediately began to speak to the emperor. Regarding to her words she had tried to talk to the emperor about the problems. That was good to know. So there had been things done other than what she had tried to do with the inquisition.
The emperor began to speak to the three of them. The nun listened carefully. She felt uncomfortable that the emperor called her Eminence since she wasn´t a cardinal and not even a bishop. It wasn´t a titel, which was due to her, but she didn´t dare to correct the emperor.
She was relieved that the emperor seemed to take it seriously and wanted to work together with the church.
Shortly afterwards she saw that the duke of Styria, Adam Fugger was let in the throne room by guards. He knelt before the throne and had surprisingly Graufang Fugger with him.
She didn´t want to look at or think about Adam Fugger and turned her eyes back to the emperor. He spoke to the duke now. Ysabet hadn´t known any of the things the emperor talked about due to her less interest in politics and she promised herself to trace politics more seriously in future.
The emperor talked about attacks on clerics of the holy roman church. So the rumors had been true! Clerics had been captured by the schismatic church. If Abendlicht had been among them? She hoped they had not been seriously hurt.
The emperor spoke about crusade, which meant he would support the church. Ysabet highly doubted that it would give a second crusade that soon even if she could obtain a excommunication for the heretics of the schismatic church after a trial, but it was a good sign, a sign of hope and of mutual strength.
Immediately after the emperor had finished Madleen Johanna of Schenkenbach spoke again to him.
Ysabet didn´t knew if she would have had the courage to do so. The emperor certainly had been informed about the situation in Styria by his eminence Egal. Ysabet for sure wasn´t certain what should be done. Was there a way to save Adam Fugger and his family? Not through accusations, she feared. It was a complicated situation. Complicated indeed.
Surprised she listened to the guard. Adam had brought more of his minions, of his schismatic clerics? Why would he do that? To impress all those present? To defend himself and his church?
The vice-primate also said something to this matter and she agreed that it was an insult, but if she was unhappy that this man called himself Eminence she could also have said something about the fact that neither she nor Ysabet were Cardinals. It wasn´t right as well to call them Eminence, Ysabet thought.
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He's a fraud, I've nothing different to say about the person at the door. told His Eminence Borromeo Galli
And all this heretic religion, a Reformed emptiness, far away from the Grace of the Almighty, but able to harm many peaceful regular clerics, who had the only fault to remain loyal to His Holyness the Pope.
We should be clear that we hadn't received any attempt to debate about this "schism", but we found it had yet been done, and we think it shouldn't be a duty of the Aristotelian Roman Church to run after such people, but we're open to accept any sign of repentance and penance and forgive our Brothers if they ask for it.
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H. Em. Edoardo Borromeo Galli, Plenipotentiary Prelate, Roman Cardinal and Metropolitan Archbishop of Milan,
Imperial Religious Advisor, Missus Inquisitionis and Exorcist

Ich schüttelte den Kopf bei den Worten dieser fehlgeleiteten.

Unsere Aushänge waren schon immer für die Öffentlichkeit einsehbar, wenn man die Augen davor nicht verschlossen hat. Die Kirche kann ja scheinbar nicht mit euch reden, denn sonst würde man nicht der Häresie angeklagt werden. Und da der weltliche Faktor eine Rolle spielt, haben wir uns an den Kaiser gewendet, ehe Rom darüber beraten hätte, ob nicht die kirchlichen Truppen in die Steiermark gesendet werden sollten. Denn scheinbar habt ihr die weltliche Macht ja mit einbezogen und diese auch nun gegen die wahre Kirche gezeigt. Und zum Wohle der Menschen in der Steiermark sowie der Leben unschuldiger Soldaten, die dabei ihr Leben gelassen hätten, haben wir uns entschieden den Schritt zu gehen und Seine Majestät, den Lehnsherren zu bitten, schließlich hat er ja die Macht über die weltliche Ebene der Steiermark. Was Euch und Euren Fehlgeleiteten Wahnsinn angeht, Graufang, so wird sich GOTT Euch annehmen und auf den Mond verbannen für Eure Taten.

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I shook my head at the words of these misguided.

Our figurehead were always visible to the public, if you have not closed their eyes to. The Church can not even seem to talk to you, because otherwise you would not be accused of heresy. And since the secular factor plays a role, we turned to the Emperor, before Rome had discussed whether the church not troops should be sent to Styria. Because apparently you have the secular power so involved and these also now shown against the true Church. And for the benefit of people in Styria and the lives of innocent soldiers who have lost their lives while, we decided to take the step and to ask His Majesty the lords, finally he has the power over the secular level of Styria . As you and your misguided madness, Graufang, so God will accept you and banish to the moon for your deeds.
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Ich lächelte die Personen an und schaute zum Kaiser

Eure Majestät, da habt Ihr selbst den Beweis. Diese fehlgeleiteten haben in den Länderein einen des aristotelischen Klerus belangt. Einer Kirche die es nie hätte geben dürfen als verankerte Religion. Ich fordere der Steiermark auf, dass Bruder Abendlicht von Schenkenbach sofort entlassen wird und Entschädigung an die Kirche, für eine Anklage auf Häresie, eine Anklage die nur die Heilige Inquisition stellen darf, sprich von Mutter Ysabet. Das ein Kleriker überhaupt angeklagt wird und noch in Kauf gebracht wird, dass noch mehr Menschen schaden bekommen, durch die Abwesenheit eines Geistlichen.

und zeigte auf Ysabet.

Wieso sollte auch Rom auf eine Sekte von Fehlgeleiteten hören? Ich bin nicht der Sprecher für Rom, dass ist Seine Eminenz Borromeo Galli. Aber Ihr nehmt Euch scheinbar das Recht raus, einen verwirrten Geist zu vergiften. Eine Tat die nur die Kreatur ohne Namen tut. Aber somit zeigt Ihr ja nur noch mehr, dass Ihr lieber der Bevölkerung leiden lassen wollt, durch die Herausforderung, dass die Kirche Truppen sendet. Lieber vergiftet Ihr die anderen Menschen und lasst diese Leiden, als dass Ihr einseht, dass Ihr den Menschen in Eurer Umgebung nur schadet.

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I smiled at the people and looked to the Emperor

Your Majesty, because you have to prove yourself. These misguided have prosecuted a clergy of Aristotle in the locale. A church that should never have passed as enshrined religion. I urge Styria, that brother Abendlicht of Schenkenbach immediately sacked and compensation to the Church for heresy on an indictment, an accusation which may represent only the Holy Inquisition, ie from mother Ysabet. The cleric is ever charged and is still housed in buying that more people get hurt by the absence of a priest.

and showed to Ysabet.

Why should listen to Rome on a sect of misguided? I am not the spokesperson for Rome, that is, His Eminence Borromeo Galli. But apparently you take you right out to poison a confused mind. An act that does just the creature without a name. But yes so your shows even more that you would rather want to let the people suffer, by the challenge that the Church sends troops. Dear your poisoned the other people and let this suffering than that your einseht that your in your environment only harms the people.
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31. Juli 1461

Beschwichtigend legte Adam die Hand auf Graufangs Schulter, als er merkte, der wollte wieder auffahren. Der Druck seiner Finger war nicht groß, aber die Berührung genügte, den Alten schweigen zu lassen.
„Ja, ich Ihr habt deutlich gemacht, wie viel Euch Eure Vergebung wert ist“, erklärte Adam bissig. Auch wenn er mit einer Entscheidung gerechnet hatte, die härter ausfiel, ärgerte es ihn doch. Er sah sein Unrecht nicht und fühlte sich verurteilt, allein weil er der Herzog aus der ungeliebten Provinz war. „Und noch etwas anderes habt Ihr deutlich gemacht. Vor vier Monaten – und heute wieder.
Euer Eid. Ich wiederhole ihn gerne, wenn er Euch nicht mehr geläufig ist.
Er lautete: "

We, Ludwig von Frayner, Emperor of the Sacrum Romanorum Imperium Nationis Emperor Germanicæ, promise, guarantee, certify and swear by the Almighty God that We will be the defender of God, the Holy Church Aristotelian and Our nation in all its needs and business. We swear to protect and preserve your assets, dignity and rights ; the same applies to all the specific areas of the Empire, as they are the French-speaking territories, the united German lands, the Italian provinces, the county of Holland and the Slovenian country. With God's help and the Books of Virtues!"

„Liegt Euch die Steiermark so sehr am Herzen, dass Ihr sie vergessen habt zu erwähnen? Deshalb habe ich Euch keinen Eid geschworen und Euer Verhalten damals, erklärt nur Eure Entscheidung heute.“

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31. July 1461

Adam put his hand soothingly on Graufangs shoulder, as he realized the man wanted to fly into a rage again. The pressure of his fingers was not strong, but the touch was enough to let the old man remain silent.
"Yes, you have made clear how much your forgiveness is worth," Adam said bitingly. Even if he expected a harder decision, it annoyed him. He did not see his mistake and felt condemned, only because he was the Duke of the unloved province. "And something else you have made clear. Four months ago - and today again. Your oath. I like to repeat it if it is not familiar to you.

It was:
"We, Ludwig von Frayner, Emperor of the Sacrum Romanorum Imperium Nationis Emperor Germanicæ, promise, guarantee, certify and swear by the Almighty God that We will be the defender of God, the Holy Church Aristotelian and Our nation in all its needs and business. We swear to protect and preserve your assets, dignity and rights ; the same applies to all the specific areas of the Empire, as they are the French-speaking territories, the united German lands, the Italian provinces, the county of Holland and the Slovenian country. With God's help and the Books of Virtues!"

Is Styria so close to your heart, that you have forgotten to mention it? Therefore I haven’t sworn an oath to you and your behavior at that time, explained only your decision today. "
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A single gesture and Ranian understood the desire of Emperor and while she dictated order to the guard in the room appeared the chaos among the Aristotelian church representatives and the Patriarch, but he wasn't worried of the situation, none of them, no matter how angry they were, could cause danger. The chaos was stopped by the Emperor from his throne, with anger then turned to the Duke and ordered him to keep calm the old Graufang, which the Duke made immediately, then in the same voice answered the questions that the Duke had put, question regarding oaths. Ranian saw the Emperor get up from his throne and always pointing to the Duke reminded him that it was his judgment. The woman was already approaching the Duke and the Patriarch to taking them back to their apartment, the speeches were over at least that you thought, the judgment issued and Aristotelian clerics reassured, but she had to stop, because the Duke shooting immediately the word addressed to the Emperor. The Duke wanted to remember the formula that his Majesty had spoken when he was crowned and laid still more questions. The Marshal, looked the Duke, a slight smile appeared on his face and shook his head, then looked towards his Emperor figuring out if had to go and bring the two in their rooms or had to wait for that answer gives the Duke.
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Gustavo stood in the throne room with his Marshal, as always you never walked away from her and if he did it was for important issues that the ordering. Squire followed him with his eyes Ranian and when he saw coming toward him he realized that had to perform an errand.

Your orders Marshal!

said even before the woman to tell him what to do. Ranian approached the young man and told him what to do and what to say. the young man once hailed militarily Marshal walked towards the exit of the throne room. A quick strides and walked down the long corridors of the palace until you reach the exit, went down the few stairs that gave the gardens, walked along the avenue flourished and came to the gates


[July 31, 1461 - Out of the gate of the Imperial Palace]

Gustavo came to the gates, a carriage stood out from it some men to wait, the squire approached them

Good day to you Sir!

He said politely to the present

I'm Gustavo Merisi squire of Marshal Imperial Giada Ranian Dei Cristallo. I come to you to inform you that His Majesty is indisposed at the moment and can not receive you, If the Lords may want to come to the Palace in another day, and ...You can make an appointment by letter with the Secretary of his Majesty the Emperor. We regret for the long journey you have had to face. If you don't want to take your journey in Strasbourg there are excellent and honourable inns where you can stay

July, 31, 1461

"An age-old and historic oath, which has existed for centuries?" Graufang laughs. "I served Longjohn Silver I.,may his soul rest on the sun peacefully, the first emperor in history of the empire. You have been gone mad, Ludwig, as some Emperors before you. I saw kings and emperors come and go, since the empire was foundet but your lack to see the reality and your hunger for power is absolutly unique. The Fugger-Dynasty was loyal to the throne, long before you were born and since the first days of the empire. The Fugger-Dynasty was there from the beginning. We gave our sweat and shed our blood, gave our hearts and souls, to built the foundation on which the throne you are now sitting on stands stable. The crown you are wearing is forged by us. - So, if someone is rewriting history, then it's you, Ludwig von Frayner!"


31. Juli 1461

"Ein uralter und historische Eid, der seit Jahrhunderten existiert?" Graufang lacht. "Ich diente unter Longjohn Silver I. ,möge seine Seele in Frieden auf der Sonne ruhen, dem erste Kaiser in der Geschichte des Reiches. Ihr seid verrückt geworden, Ludwig, wie einige Kaiser vor Euch. Ich sah Kaiser und Könige kommen und gehen, da das Reich gegründet wurde aber Euer Mangel, die Realität zu sehen und Euer Hunger nach Macht ist absolut einzigartig. Die Fugger-Dynastie stand loyal zum Thron, lange schon, bevor Ihr geboren wurdet und seit den ersten Tagen des Reiches. Wir gaben unseren Schweiß und vergoßen unser Blut, gaben unsere Herzen und unsere Seelen, bauten das Fundament, damit der Thron auf dem Ihr nun sitzt, stabil steht. Die Krone, die Ihr tragt, wurde von uns geschmiedet. - Wenn also jemand die Geschichte umzuschreiben versucht, dann seid Ihr es, Ludwig von Frayner!"

His Eminence Borromeo Galli heard the words from the self-appointed "Eminence" who was offending His Majesty, so He replied You, silly man, forgot that every crown and every power sit under the Almighty's blessings, which come Aristotelian and will ever reach all the thrones through the words and the teachings of the Prophets and Saints, represented by Us, humble and unworthy servants of the Holy Institution, the only one which took the baton directly from Christos.
Without being loyal to the Emperor and the Holy Aristotelian Roman Church, there's no more King or Lord to serve.

After having ended his speech, he turned towards Her Excellency Laella and said Unfortunately, I'm no more the Primate, too, but You'll may report about that to the Cardinal who's going to be the new Primate, His Eminence Federico Edoardo Borgia., then he talked to Her Excellency Ysabet Your Eccellency, You're doing it right, deciding to talk to the Cardinal of the Inquisition who manages this matters: she'll may help on working on the case. And I'm ready to help, if needed.
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H. Em. Edoardo Borromeo Galli, Plenipotentiary Prelate, Roman Cardinal and Metropolitan Archbishop of Milan,
Imperial Religious Advisor, Missus Inquisitionis and Exorcist

Monday, the 31th of July 1461

Ysabet looked to Adam Fugger. Should she says something? She hadn´t been told so, but...
he looked desperate and all she wanted to find was a mutual solution, not punishment.
"We don´t want to kill you or hurt you. We want to help. The Inquisition aims to save souls, not to destroy them.
I´m sure we could find a solution, if you and yours came back in the arms of the church. We could work together to achieve what you wish for Styria. I know I have made mistakes, but we could try."
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Taking a calm tone, the Emperor replied to Adam Fugger, ignoring the words of the Patriarch.

You are responsible for your own mistakes, Adam Fugger. The presence of the Patriarch of the Reformed Church in Strasbourg was already an affront to the Empire. Despite his guest status, he has exceeded all limits, broken all laws, threatening, blaspheming. A man who doesn't respect anything or anyone ; A man who is only able to wail, shout or insult when he speaks, can't bring peace of mind of the people of Styria. He can only bring madness and chaos. The Patriarch has no sense of what spirituality means. Because he led innocents on the wrong path, his punishment is fair.

… And it is the same for you. You have abused our mercy ; and abused the credulity of your people, for political purposes. Instead of bringing them peace, with your decisions, you brought them problems and concerns, brigands and heretics. Last but not least, you confessed to not take the oath. Accordingly, your destiny is in the hands of the Holy Church.

He looked at the Cardinals, and the representative of the Holy Inquisition ; and answered them, once again.

"Eminence Madleen Johanna of Schenkenbach, We want first to clarify something. It is not threatening Us that you'll get something from Us. Unlike the Kingdom of France under the reign of Eusaias, the Imperial Crown doesn't support the Reformed Church of Styria, and doesn't appoint heretics as Ministers. There is only one religion in the Empire: it is the Roman and Aristotelic Religion. It is written in the Magna Carta. As a result, all text and all laws enacted in Styria, which violate Our fundamental law, is obsolete.

You should bear in mind that under Our reign, the Empire has repeatedly demonstrated its commitment to its religion, and to its Church. Our soldiers are currently fighting against heretics from the West who are going to come burn churches in Savoy. Several months ago, we have struggled against the heresy in Geneva and Helvetia. In our fight We released the Spanish kingdoms from the heretical threat that hung over them.

We conducted many battles, and many of Our soldiers died to defend the true faith. Moreover, according to Our wish, a Concordat is currently being signed between Rome and Strasbourg. So, We can not accept to let you accuse Us for being immobile. By providing Adam Fugger and the Patriarch to the Church, We are doing something that no one else would have ever done."

He paused a moment.

"Now, be sure that We will make an official announcement, demanding to the governement of Styrie to release priests imprisoned. We will also remind them their duties and obligations towards the Roman and Aristotelic Church. And if they don't comply, We'll be stronger."

He slammed his cane on the floor.

"That's enough for today. Imperial Marshal Ranian ? Throw Adam Fugger and the Patriarch into jail, and keep them at the disposal of the Holy Church."

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31. Juli 1461

Adam schloss für einen Moment die Augen. Dann nickte er langsam. „Dann sei es so“, sagte er mehr zu sich selbst als zu jemand anderem. Er legte den Kopf ein wenig schief, als er Graufang zuhörte. Er wünschte, er besäße dessen Zuversicht. Seine Albträume ließen ihn zweifeln, dass Gott ihn für wert befand, ins Paradies einzugehen. Er nickte nur.
„Würdet Ihr dafür Sorge tragen, dass ich etwas zum Schreiben bekomme? Ich muss meinen Rat und meine Familie informieren“, bat er das Weib, Rainan, welchem er sein Schwert am gerade gelösten Schwertgurt hinhielt. „Passt gut darauf auf und gebt es mir wieder, wenn der Zeitpunkt gekommen ist.“ War es eine Aufforderung ihm zu helfen? Ja. Auch wenn das Weib keinen Anlass dazu hatte, aber Frauen taten oft Dinge, die im nicht einleuchteten.

Es war alles gesagt, bis auf eines. Ysabeth war er bislang einer Antwort schuldig geblieben. „Fehlgeleitet wie ich war, habe ich über ein Jahr damit zugebracht, die HDAK zu bitten, der Steiermark den seelischen Beistand zu geben, den sie benötigt und wurde abgewiesen. Am Ende habe ich mir anhören müssen, die Steiermark sei es nicht wert. Es wird keine Einigung geben.“ Betont sprach er jedes Wort aus. „Sie ist weder vom Volk noch von mir gewollt. Und wie die HDAK versucht, Seelen zu „retten“, die sich ihr nicht anschließen wollen, habe ich bereits am eigenen Leib erfahren dürfen. Also erzählt mir nichts!“ Gemeint war Abendlicht, der stillschweigend seine Folterung im Namen der Kirche geduldet hatte.

Demonstrativ wandte Adam den Kopf der Marschallin zu. „Ich bin bereit.“ Es war es nie weniger gewesen.

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31. July 1461

Adam closed his eyes for a moment. Then he nodded slowly. "So it should be”, he said, more to himself than to anyone else. He bowed his head to one side as he listened Graufang. He wished he had his confidence. His nightmares raised doubts, that God found him worthy to enter Paradise. He just nodded.
"Would you ensure that I get something to write? I have to inform my counsel and my family, "he asked the woman, Rainan, which he held out his sword." Take good care of it, and give it to me again when the time is right." Was it an invitation to help him? Yes. Even if the wife had no reason to do so, but women often did things that he didn’t understand.

All have been said, except one. He owed Ysabeth an answer. "Misguided as I was, I spent over a year trying to ask the HDAK to give Styria emotional support they needed and was dismissed. In the end I have to hear, Styria was not worth it. There will be no agreement”, he said, emphasized each word. "It is neither intended by the people nor by me. And how the HDAK try to "save" souls, that do not want to join her, I have been allowed to experience firsthand. So tell me anything! " Abendlicht was meant, who had tacitly tolerated his torture in the name of the church.

Adam demonstratively turned his head to the Marshal. "I'm ready." He was never less.
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31. Juli 1461 ~ Von Graz nach Strassburg

Gerfried ist besorgt über die Verweigerung, den Palast betreten zu dürfen. Aber wenn sie warten müssen, dann muss es sein. Die hohen Geistlichen würde nie eine bürgerliche Taverne als Raststätte ins Auge fassen. So ist es an den Wachen, eine angemessene Unterkunft für sie zu finden. Vielleicht ist es Zeit, einen Brief nach Hause zu schicken. Es scheint eine ganze Zeit zu dauern, bis man den Kaiser zu sehen bekommt und so weit Gerfried Santorio kennt, wird der Inquisitor nicht amüsiert, darüber sein, dass er warten muss.
Der Mann in der Rüstung sieht auf die Fassade des Palastes. Ein sehr beeindruckendes Gebäude, aber auch ein Denkmal der Eigenliebe. Der asketisch lebenden Mensch ist durch die Pracht angewidert. Aber dies ist nicht seine Angelegenheit. Er ist nur ein Wächter und ein erklärter Feind aller Ketzer und pervertierten Seelen. - Lebend oder tot.
Mögen sie alle brennen und ihre Seelen auf den Mond geworfen werden, um die ewige Strafe erleiden, die sie verdienen.
Gerfried wendet sich den Wagen zu und winkt den Kutschern. Sie sollen ihre Fahrzeuge vorbereiten, um die Geistlichen in die Innenstadt zu fahren. Natürlich sind sie angewiesen, die Armenviertel der großen Stadt auf dem Weg zu vermeiden ...

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31. July 1461 ~ From Graz to Strasbourg

Gerfried is concerned about the declining to enter the palace. But if they have to wait, then is has to be. The high clerics would never take a common tavern as a place to rest, so it's up to the guards to find adequate quarters for them. Maybe is time to send a letter home. It seems to take time to see the emperor and as far as Gerfried knows Santorio, the inquisitor will be not amused, that he has to wait.
The man in armor looks up to the frontage of the palace. A very impressive building but also a monument of amour-propre. The ascetic living man is disgusted by the luxuriousness. But this is not one of his concern. He's only a guard and a sworn enemy of all heretic and perverted souls. - Living or dead. May they all burn and have their souls thrown to the moon to suffer the eternal punishment they diserve.
Gerfried turns to the carriages and beckons to the coachmen. They shall prepare their vehicles, to drive the clerics to the inner city. Of course they are directed to avoid the slums of the huge town on the way...

Ranian nodded at the words of the Emperor, then turning to the two prisoners spoke to two

Duke! Patriarch! Please follow me

The woman passed the two reaching the target where they waited, left on their sides the two guards without giving them orders to capture them with force, saw the gesture of Duke in delivering to you the sword of his own volition, but only to accompany them. While awaiting that approached came his Squire Gustavo, who reported that the company that had come to the Palace was gone not very happy. Ranian remained impassive to what was reported, had imagined the reaction and the discontent of those people, then came up to the ear of the servant and said some things
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August 14th, 1461

For days Adam and Graufang were imprisoned. The old man couldn't say for how long he was forced to stay in this little room. Not really a cell but even not a room he would like to live in. Praying, talking to Adam and waiting for the heretics to come was Graufangs pastime. But, in these days, the Patriarch managed to write a letter to his brothers of the reformed church. To find a prison guard who agrees to send the letter, was difficult but not impossible. The arrival of the reformed clerics at strasbourg was not long a secret, so Graufang knew to whom he has to send the letter...

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14. August 1461

Seit Tagen sind Adam und Graufang bereits inhaftiert. Der alte Mann konnte nicht sagen, wie lange er gezwungen war, in diesem kleinen Zimmer auszuhalten. Keine wirkliche Gefängniszelle aber auch kein Zimmer, in dem er gerne für länger leben würde. Beten, mit Adam Gespräche führen und auf das Erscheinen der Ketzer zu warten, war Graufangs Zeitvertreib. Aber in diesen Tagen gelang es der Patriarchen einen Brief an seine Brüder von der reformierten Kirche zu schreiben. Einen Gefängniswärter zu überreden, den Brief zu schicken, war zwar schwierig, aber nicht unmöglich. Die Ankunft der reformierten Geistlichen in Straßburg ist schliesslich nicht lange ein Geheimnis geblieben, sodass Graufang wusste, an wen er den Brief zu schicken hatte...

Monday, the 31th of July 1461

Ysabet listened to the surprisingly calm words of Graufang Fugger. It seemed to have become clear to him that they went too far and it kind of amused her that Graufang asked for forgiveness of the words of Adam, whereby he had misbehaved more than Adam.
The emperor proved her right: They had gone too far and he wasn´t willing anymore to spare them.
But it also confirmed what she had thought earlier. Madleen Johanna of Schenkenbach had been to upfront and blunt. To demand wasn´t the right way to speak to an emperor. It had been inconvenient to her and she felt bad for Madleen now, too.
Disappointed she sighed after hearing Adams words. She had hoped he would show a little sign of understanding, but nothing. This interrogation would be mostly unpleasant.
When the emperor dismissed them, Ysabet bowed and left the room with Egal and Madleen.
She would have to stay longer in Strasbourg now to interrogate Adam and Graufang. But where should she stay? The local monastery obviously she thought moments later.


Thursday, the 15th of august 1461

It had become clear that Ysabets qualm during the meeting with Adam hadn´t been only because of Abendlicht, but also a sign of coming illness. As a consequence Ysabet had stayed several weeks in the infirmary of the local monastery and couldn´t interrogate Adam. When she became healthy again she had got more than enough time to speak to her superiors in Rome and could finally turn her attention to Adam.
She went to the tower in which Adam and Graufang were imprisoned and asked the guards to take Graufang to another cell, so she could speak with Adam in private.
The guards agreed and tried to take Graufang along, if necessary they would force him to come with them.
After it was done, Ysabet stepped into the cell of Adam accompanied only by a nun, who should record the interrogation.
"Good morning, Adam Fugger." she greeted him. "I have to apologise for letting you wait so long. I have been ill after the last meeting. You have the right to be assisted by a counsel, who must be an Aristotelian faithful. Do you want to exercise this right?"
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[The Tower]

Ranian had learned that sister Ysabet was on his way from the two prisoners, so he hurried to leave his office and go to the tower. Climbed the steps covered the small hallway that divided the two cells present in that place, overcame the guards present outside, without noticing how many were and he knew where to find the two prisoners and the sister.

Good morning! Mother don't mind if I stay with you as you interrogate detainees?

He said those words slowly as if he struggled to put on that thought, because even committed to looking around, he saw that in the room there were only Adam and two nun

Graufang?

Churches looking at those present, but something else caught his attention that she not wait for reply

What happened to you?

She said pointing to his chin by Adam
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Thursday, the 15th of august 1461

With some minor injuries the patriarch was forced into another cell. There were way too many guards against the old man and even moore years which weigh upon the cleric. So the fight was quickly decided, even before Graufang realy could think to resist. A few powerless blows he could give to a guard and a lot of very un-clerical insults. But at the end he found himself on the floor of the other cell. With his bones unharmed but with a wounded pride. The years are long gone where he was able to match with another man.
Fear strikes into Graufangs heart. The fear that he could lose Adam. Not to the false religion but to fire or steel of the heretical church.

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15. August 1461

Mit einigen kleineren Verletzungen wurde der Patriarch in eine andere Zelle gezwungen. Es gab viel zu viele Wachen gegen den alten Mann und noch mehr Jahren, die auf dem Kleriker lasteten. So war der Kampf schnell entschieden. Entschieiden, noch bevor Graufang wirklich daran denken konnte, sich zu widersetzen. Ein paar kraftlose Schläge konnte er einer der Wachen mitgeben und eine Menge sehr un-geistliche Beleidigungen. Aber am Ende aber fand er sich auf dem Boden der anderen Zelle wieder. Seine Knochen sind zwar unverletzt, aber sein Stolz ist verletzt. Die Jahre sind lange vorbei, wo er in der Lage war, es mit einem anderen Mann aufzunehmen.
Angst fährt in Graufangs Herz. Die Angst, dass er Adam verlieren könnte. Nicht an die falschen Religion, sondern an Feuer oder Stahl der ketzerischen Kirche.

15. August 1461

Adam warf einen Blick auf das Dokument, welches die Nonne ihm gab, ehe er es über den Tisch wieder zu ihr hinschob. „Den Beistand, den ich als solchen bezeichnen würde, lehnte ihr ab, also muss die Antwort „nein“ lauten. Ich kenne sonst niemanden und verzichte demnach.“ Dass Ranian die Zelle betreten hatte, hatte ihn in seiner Antwort nicht stocken lassen und erst, als er fertig war, wandte er sich ihr zu. Dennoch war es zuerst die Nonne die das Wort ergriff. Ihm blieb nur noch anzufügen: „Sie haben den alten Mann mit Gewalt hier fortgebracht. Ich wollte ihm zur Hilfe kommen. Das“, mit der Hand deutete er auf sein Kinn, „ist das Ergebnis.
Würdet Ihr bitte nach ihm sehen, ob es ihm gut geht?“

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15. August 1461

Adam looked at the document, which the nun gave him before he pushed it across the table towards to her. "You refused this man, who I would name my councel, so the answer have to be" no ". I don’t know somebody else and therefore I waive my right." That Ranian had entered the cell, did not let him stop in his reply and only after he had finished, he turned to her. The nun spoke first and then the duke. "They have taken the old man with violence away from here. I wanted to help him and that, "he gestured with his hand to his chin," is the result.
Would you please look after him? “
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Only after the words of Adam, the Marshal realized multiple guards on the floor, in his mind tried to imagine what had happened, he looked at Adam and nodded to what asked

Mother said keep, I coming soon I'll check how is the other prisoner

was already leaving the cell when he saw the small barrel where the guards, every half hour, provided the water for the prisoners, not having available bandages, took the only thing he had with him his handkerchief, came to blows, took the ladle and with it the water then bathed the handkerchief and headed towards Adam

Put this on the chin!

She said handing him the handkerchief wet

Will relieve some pain, then at the end of the questioning will reach a doctor
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15. August 1461

Überrascht blickte Adam auf, als Ranian nach wenigen Augenblicken wieder zurück in seine Zelle kam und ihm ein nasses Taschentuch reichte. „Äh, danke.“ Eigentlich hatte sie sich um den Alten kümmern sollen. Ging’s ihm gut? Hatte sie überhaupt nach ihm gesehen? Immer noch verdattert, griff der Herzog nach dem Tuch und hielt es sich an das Kinn. Die Kühle half gegen den Schmerz, der aber auch so auszuhalten gewesen wäre. Was nicht hieß, dass es Adam nicht gefiel, umsorgt zu werden. Welcher Mann mochte das nicht? Ein Medicus wäre dann aber doch zu viel des Guten. „Ich werde keinen Mediziner benötigen, aber vielleicht mein Onkel?“ Es war ein Wink mit dem Zaunpfahl.

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31. August 1461

Adam looked up and was surprised to see Ranian came back to his cell after a few moments and handed him a wet handkerchief. "Äh, thank you." Actually, they should take care of the old man. Was he okay? Had she looked in on Graufang?
Still astonished, the Duke grabbed the cloth and held it to his chin. The coolness alleviated the pain, which also would have been bearable without her help. This didn’t mean, that Adam didn’t like it, if a woman took care of him. Which man didn’t like that? But a medicus would be too much of a good thing. "I will not need a doctor, but perhaps my uncle?" It was a broad hint.
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Seltsame Worte sprach die Schwarzhaarige neben mir, als würde sie ihre Gedanken laut sagen, erzählte etwas von anderen, von Menschen, die der Kaiser nicht haben wollte, gegen die seine Armee aber nichts wert wäre.
Wiederholt fiel mir auf, wie wenig ich vom Weib wußte, das hier am Kaiserpalast vor mir stand, mich mit einem fragenden Blick bedachte. Sicher, meine Gründe hier zu sein, waren einfach, es ging mir um Geld, viel Geld, daß gewisse Leute sich die Freiheit des Kerls kosten ließen. Aber was waren ihre Gründe, sein Weib war sie sicher nicht, waren sie verwandt, befreundet, ich wußte es nicht und es tat im Grunde nichts zur Sache, sofern sie hilfreich war.
Wovon redest du Weib, welche anderen?
Die Augen wanderten von ihr zurück zum Gebäude, welches Kerker und Palast in einem war, nachdenklich gruben sich meine Zähne in die Lippe, rieb die Hand den kahlen Schädel, während ich ein Karte, eigentlich eher eine Skizze, aus der Tasche kramte, sie ausbreitete, hier sitzt dein Herzog ein,deutete mit dem Finger auf den Turm, in dem der Fugger festsaß, es gibt einmal die Mauer hier, da könnte man hinüber gelangen, oder wir gehen durchs Haupttor hinein, runzelte nachdenklich die Stirn, wir bräuchten etwas oder jemanden, daß die ganze Aufmerksamkeit auf sich zieht, schwieg dann einen Moment nachdenklich, bevor ich nur ein weiteres Wort anfügte, Feuer.



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Strange words the black-hairy spoke beside me as if she said her thoughts loudly, told about others, about people whom the emperor did not want to have, but against whom his army would be nothing.
Repeatedly struck me how a little I knew about the woman who stood here near the imperial palace before me, considered me with a questioning look. Certainly to be here my reasons, were easy, it was for me about money, a lot of money that certain people let themselves cost the freedom of the guy. But what were her reasons, she was not his woman for sure, they were related, were friends, I did not know it and it did basically nothing to the thing, provided that she was helpful.
From what you are talking woman, which others?
The eyes walked from her back to the building which was dungeon and palace in one, thoughtfully my teeth dug into the lip, the hand rubbed the bald skull, while I rummaged about a map, actually, rather a sketch from the pocket, spread it out, your duke sits here, indicated with the finger at the tower in which the Fugger stuck, there is once the wall here, there we could reach over, or we go in through the main gate, wrinkled thoughtfully forehead, we needed something or somebody, that whole attention pulls on itself, was quiet then moment thoughtfully, before I only another word added, Fire.

Und wo sind deine anderen brachte ich gerade noch hervor, bevor mich das Weib in eine Gasse zog, mich anmaulte, dann aber doch wissen mochte, worauf ich hinaus wollte. Ein leichtes Schmunzeln kam über mein Gesicht, als ich mich umblickte, die Finger durch eine ihrer Locken fahren ließ, als mich das letzte Mal ein Weib in solch eine dunkle Gasse zog, wollte sie vögeln, lachte dann leise und schüttelte den Kopf bei der Erinnerung, bevor ich abermals auf eine Stelle der Karte deutete. Natürlich werden die Kerle das Tor nicht wegen eines Feuers hier irgendwo öffnen du Dummerchen, tippte ihr bei meinen letzten Worten sanft auf die Stirn, wir klettern über die Mauer, zünden den Pferdestall an und hoffen, daß der Fuggerknabe dann recht unbewacht ist. Falls er doch bewacht wird, nun zuckte ich mit den Schultern, dann bringen wir alles und jeden um, der im Weg steht.


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And where are your others? I just still asked, before the woman moved me in a little lane, spoke not friendly, then might know on which I wanted out. Light smiling came over my face when I looked round who gave up finger by one of her locks, the last time a woman pulled me in such a dark lane, she wanted to make love with me , laughed quietly and shook the head with the recollection, before I indicated once more at a place of the map. Of course the guys will not open the gate because of a fire here somewhere you silly thing, tapped with my last words softly on her forehead, we climb above the wall, light the horse stable and hope that then the Fuggerboy is rather unguarded. If he is guarded, nevertheless, , now I twitched with the shoulders, then we kill everything and everybody which stands in the way.

[The Tower - cell II ]

Ranian left Adam's cell and walked toward each other, with a nod he called the Chief guard, who came to his Marshal had something strange, the woman looked good in the face, had a black eye, trying not to show to her boss and more trying to keep the eye open, well the woman slowly in his mind was putting together the pieces of what had been a fight between guards and Duke

Open the cell!

ordered him while continuing to fix it

And after go to let you check out that eye black

The guard with low and look red in the face in anger for his eye, opened the cell

Yes! Marshal go there now

Ranian entered in cell Graufang in knee and saw their eyes were watching sky, big step came the elderly settling in front of him, had some scratches on the face

Guard! take me out of the water and bandages

She declined to grab the elder from under the arms, to remove him from that position and let it sit on the cot where she would take care of him better

Graufang how are you? On strength from the ground up
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15.08.1461

Da gehe ich wieder die Gassen auf und ab, versuche meinen unübersehbaren Wanst einigermaßen würdevoll über das Pflaster zu bewegen und verfluche den Tag, der offensichtlich noch heißer werden würde als der gestrige. Auch meinen Kommandanten verfluchte ich, der mich auf diese Tour geschickt hatte, die längste von allen und dass nur, weil ich gestern verschlafen hatte, wegen ein bischen Freuden in der vorigen Nacht. Ich grinste bei der Erinnerung an die vollbusige Dirne mit dem Hintern eines Brauereigaules und freute mich insgeheim auf heute Abend, würde ich sie da wieder sehen. Ein Seufzen entwich mir bei den Gedanken als ich meine Schritte Richtung Palast schickte und die Gegend genau beobachtete. Nichts auffälliges, wie immer.
Aber halt! Was ist das? Kann ich gerade noch sehen, wie ein Weib und einen Baum von Mann in einer Sackgasse verschwinden. Da geht doch seltsames vor!? Also lenke ich meinen Weg dort hin, meine Pike in der Hand und bereit einer holden Maid in Gefahr zur Hilfe zu kommen. Vorsichtig nähere ich mich dem Eingang, um dann einen Blick hinein zu werfen, doch kann ich nur den Rücken des Mannes erkennen, der das Weib zur Hälfte verdeckt. Ob er sie bedrängt? Hee daa! Was treibt ihr hier? rufe ich deshalb und schiebe meine gesamte Masse auf die geringe Größe um die Ecke. Dabei erkenne ich gerade noch, wie sich das Weib ihm nähert, sieht es nun für mich eher danach aus, als würde ich gerade ein junges Liebesglück stören, hatte der Mann den Blick kurz prüfend zum Eingang der Gasse gelenkt. Doch bleibe ich stehen, könnte ich mich vielleicht an einigen Blicken ergötzen.



15.08.1461

There I go again the lanes up and down, tries to move my incalculable paunch fairly with dignity about the plaster and curses the day which would become even hotter evident than the yesterday's one. Also my commander cursed I who had sent me on this tour, which longest from all and that only because I had overslept yesterday, because of little joys at the last night. I grinned with the memory of the full-bosomed prostitute to a bottom of a brewery nag and was glad in petto on tonight, would I see her again.. Sighing escaped from me with the thoughts as me my steps in the direction of palace sent and exactly observed the area. Nothing remarkable, as usual.
However, just! if What is that? I can just still see how a woman and a tree of man disappear in a dead end. Nevertheless, there the strange goes forward!? So I steer my way there, my pike in the hand and ready a lovely maiden to danger for the help to come. Carefully I approach the entrance to have in then a look, however, I can see only the back of the man who covers the woman half of it. Whether does he press her? Hee daa! What do you do here? I shout and push my complete mass on the small size around the corner. Besides, I just still recognise how the woman approaches him, now it looks for me rather afterwards than I would disturb just a young dear luck. And, nevertheless, I stop, I could maybe enjoy myself in some looks.


*translated by abacho*

Gezeter, egal, was ich ihr sagte, war es, was das Weib mir entgegenbrachte, nahmen lediglich ihre Augen kurz einen anderen Glanz, als ich davon sprach, daß sie mich töten könne, wenn dies alles überstanden war.
Gefährliches Weib, dachte ich noch amüsiert, als ich hinter mir eine Stimme hörte, den Kopf wandte und einen Soldaten, bewaffnet, aber fett wie ein Schwein, am Eingang der Gasse stehen sah.
Als ich gerade den Mund öffnete, um ihm zu sagen, er solle sich um seinen Dreck kümmern und sich besser von dannen machen, hörte ich die Stimme des Weibs, spürte ihre Hand auf meinem Arm, sah ihren beschwörenden Blick.
Wiederwillig nickte ich bei ihren Worten, hätte ich den Fettsack wohl eher tief in die Gasse gezogen, sein Leben beendet, so musste ich dennoch gestehen, daß das Gerede, was die Schwarzhaarige hervorbrachte, sicherlich dienlicher sein würde, als das Tun, welches mir in den Sinn kam.
Nun, dann sollten wir wohl wirklich besser gehen mein Herz, schmunzelte ich sanft, legte dem Weib meinen Arm um die Schulter und griff von oben an ihre Brust, sollte man sich bietende Gelegenheiten niemals unbenutzt lassen, schlenderte mit ihr im Arm, die Hand auf ihrer Brust, zum Ausgang der Gasse, bedachte den Soldaten mit einem verschwörerischen Blick, den es so nur unter Männern gab, grinste feist, ich nahm an, ich könnte hier mal eben schnell etwas Spaß haben.


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Clamour was, all the same what I said to her, what the woman brought to me, merely her eyes briefly took another shine than I spoke of the fact that she can kill me if this was got over everything.
Dangerous woman , I thought still amused when I heard a voice behind myself turned the head and saw a soldier, armed, but fat like a pig, at the entrance of the lane.
When I opened just the mouth to say him, he should look after his mud and come along better away, I heard the voice of the woman, felt her hand on my arm, saw her imploring look.
Rewilling I nodded with her words, I would have pulled the fatty probably rather deeply in the lane, would have finished his life, I still had to confess that the gossip what produced the black-hairy would be more useful, than the activities which came to my sense.
Now, then we should go quite really better my heart , I smiled softly, laid my arm around the womans shoulder and reached from above to her breast, never left one arising opportunities unused, sauntered with her in the arm, my hand on her breast to the exit of the lane, considered the soldier with a conspiratorially look which there was so only among men, grinned fat, I thougth, I could have some fun just here.

15.08.1461

Gespannt schaue ich weiter in die Richtung der Beiden und mein erster Verdacht beim betreten der Gasse bestätigt sich, als die junge Frau sich mit schüchternem Blick an mich wendet. Ohne es zu merken, schwillt meine Brust an vor stolz, als sie mich mit General anspricht und so ist mir, als würde ich durch ihre Worte mindesten einen halben Fuß wachsen. Ich begaffe die junge Frau neugierig und dann den Mann, als der sich umwendet und nicke verstehend, als man mir erklärt.
Das Grinsen des anderen Kerles erwidere ich auf die gleiche Art und Weise, lache dabei dreckig und nicke zustimmend als ich beobachte, wie der besitzergreifend die Hand um das Weib legt und zugleich auch ihre Brust betatscht. Naja… mir persönlich ist das Mädchen zu dürr und hat viel zu wenig Holz vor der Hütte, aber jedem natürlich der seine Geschmack. Ich könnte dafür sorgen, dass keiner hier rein kommt, wenn es so dringend ist. höre ich mich dann vorschlagen und grunze dabei mein für manche widerliches Lachen, natürlich mit dem Hintergedanken selbst einige Blicke riskieren zu können und so meine Vorfreude auf heute Abend zu steigern. Doch kommt der Kerl mit seinem Weib bereits auf mich und damit dem Eingang zur Straße zugelaufen. Oder aber ihr geht nach Hause und lasst euch nicht noch mal erwischen. Ein Anderer bringt euer Verhalten womöglich zur Anzeige. gebe ich noch den Ratschlag und schaue dann den Beiden nach, wobei mein Blick auf dem Hintern der Schwarzhaarigen ruht. Nein, meine Schankmagd sagt mir deutlich mehr zu!



15.08.1461

Tensely I further look in the direction of the both and my first suspicion with enter to the lane is confirmed when the young woman turns with shy look to me. Without noticing it, my breast swells in before proudly when she appeals to me with general and thus is to me as if I grew by her words least half a foot. I gape at the young woman curiously and then the man when turns round and understanding nods when one explains to me.
Besides, I answer the grin of the other guy in the same way, laugh dirtily and nod in the affirmative as me observe how possession-movingly the hand lays around the woman and paws at the same time also her breast. Well, … to me the girl is too dry personally and has too little wood before the hut, but everybody of course him its taste.I could provide for the fact that nobody walks in here if it is so urgent.[/color] I hear myself suggesting then and, besides, grunts mine for some revolting puddles to be able to risk even some looks of course with the Thought and to increase thus my prejoy on tonight. However, the guy with his woman already comes on me and with it to the entrance to the street run up. Or, however, to her goes home and do not come across once more. An other brings your behaviour possibly to the announcement. I still give the advice and then look at the both and my look rests on the bottom of the black-hairy. No, my Schankmagd accepts to me clearly more!


*translated by abacho*

War das, was meine Hand spürte sicher mehr als angenehm, so wurde es schneller als mir lieb war unangenehm, spürte ich, wie sich die Fingernägel des Weibs in meine Hand bohrten, während wir Arm in Arm den Fettsack passierten.
Nachdem ich auch noch den Ellbogen des Weibs mehr als deutlich in meiner Seite spürte, drehte ich mich um, vergewisserte mich, daß der Soldat uns nicht folgte, beließ die Hand allerdings noch dort, wo sie war.
Ja, sie war recht wild, wie mir schien, ein Weib, mit der weniger gut Kirschen essen wäre und die wohl wenig mit mir klarkommen würde auf Dauer, während des gemeinsamen Weges hier in Straßburg.
Das Gasthaus würde bald erreicht werden, als ich spürte, wie sich Mirabel unter meinem Arm wand. Abermals musste ich innerlich grinsen, verstärkte den Druck auf ihre Brust etwas, ebenso den auf ihren Nacken, flüsterte ironisch, aber du wolltest es doch so Liebste, bevor ich sie losließ und neben ihr her ging, das Grinsen wie fortgeweht, leise die Stimme, du hast nicht drauf geantwortet, wo deine Anderen stecken, um deinen Herzog zu befreien.
Der Blick wurde zurück in Richtung des Palastes geworfen, ich denke, wir sollten, wenn uns nichts besseres einfällt, den Plan demnächst in die Tat umsetzen, wer weiß, wielange der Fugger dort oben hockt.


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If that, what my hand felt certainly more than pleasantly, it became quicker unpleasantly to me, than i want, feeling how the fingernails of the woman bored into my hand, while we passed the fatty arm in arm.
After I still felt the elbow of the woman more than clearly in my side, I turned round, made sure that the soldier did not follow us, however, the hand still left where she was.
Yes, she was rather wild as to me seemed, a woman with whom less well cherries would be eaten be and which would manage become fine me on a continuing basis, during the common way here in Strasbourg.
The inn would be soon reached when I felt how Mirabel writhed under my arm. Once more I had to grin internally, something strengthened pressure on her breast, also on her nape, whispered ironically, , however, you wanted it in this way darling , before I take of my hand and went beside her, the grin as blown away, quietly the voice, you have not answered on it where your other are to release your duke.
The look was had back in the direction of the palace, I think, we should soon put into action if nothing better occurs to us the plan who knows, how long the Fugger crouches there on top.

Ranian was examining the scratches of the old and smiled when he asked her to Adam

You know him better than I think you should know that it is a hard rind, however it has only a little chin flushed, then it's fine .... Guard

one of the guards entered the cell

Bring water and bandages

the guard came to fulfill what his Marshal was requested. She listened in silence every word that Graufang told her and smiled to hear his last words

Graufang .. because that's how I call you

She put her hand on the old man had laid on his arm

I asked to be in the room during the interrogation, someone has to calm the stubborn than your nephew

said jokingly

but ...

Ranian was going to speak but stopped when the guard entered the cell, carried with a basin full of water and some bandages placed on the table, waiting to come out, she got his way to the table a wet bandages and went back to the old and gently dabbed on scratches

Tell me the last time Adam was here in Strasbourg
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15.08.1461 - Tower

It's not easy to tell about Adams last stay in Strasbourg but the old man tries to explain what happened to his nephew.
"He was held captive in a dark dungeon. I don't know exactly what happend deep down under this palace but I saw the scars on the dukes body. They must have tortured him in a way, beyond belief. And I know that the torturers did things... what a man should not do with another man." Graufang remembers the incredible scars, Adam is wearing and the missing front-tooth. The gap is visible when the duke is laughing.
"But the worst thing is, that he was left alone, down in the dungeon. No priest and no guard was by his side and the tortures could do to him, what ever they wanted to do. And why? Well, now the case is becoming complicated... Because he said, what the empress wanted to hear from him." Graufang shakes his head. "It's not easy to explain, you know? In my opinion he suffered all the pain for long weeks, because the empress was gone mad and no one was brave enough to end this injustice. She wanted him to leave the reformed church but at this time he was not a follower of this church. He was excommunicated by the german church, because he was loyal to the roman church." Graufang smiles bitterly. "If you don't understand, don't worry. No one understands this. Adam tries to get aid from the roman kurie but 'till today there was no answer to his cries for help. Then the empress released him after weeks of horror without any condition. But with a lot of scars to his body and soul. - And this must not be repeated!"

15. August 1461

„Eins?“ Der Herzog lachte schallend. Es war ein hartes Lachen ohne Fröhlichkeit. „So sehr eins, dass die Kaiserin mich in den Kerker werfen ließ, als ich die Verfassung der Steiermark dahingehend änderte, dass Staatskirche die Heilige Aristotelische Kirche ist? Sie ließ mich im Namen der HDAK foltern und Euer Primas sah zu. Nennt ihr das „eins“?“
Adam winkte ab.

„Eure Kirche ist nicht die meine. Versucht das zu verstehen. Ich habe den Glauben an die römische Kirche verloren. Nehmt hin, was ich sagte. Ich gebe Euch mein Wort, die Wahrheit zu sagen und ich schwöre auf Gott. Wenn Euch das nicht genügt – geht. Das ist nicht diskutabel.“

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15. August 1461

„They are one?“ The duke laughed loudly. It was harsh laughing without happiness. “Are they “one” so much, that the empress had to arrest me into the dungeon, when I declared the Holy Aristotelian Church to state church in Styria? She let torment me in the name of the HDAK and your Primate Abendlicht knew it. Do you name this “one”?
Adam signaled, he didn’t expect an answer.
“Your church is not mine. Try to understand this. I have lost the faith in the roman church. Accept, what I have told you. I give you my word and swear to god, that I will say the truth. If this is not enough for you – go away. That is not debatable."
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[The Tower - Cell II]

You know what would make Adam to be released soon! But you know that wouldn't ever ... I saw how angry he looked the Inquisitor in other cell, not to mention its being arrogant, which led him to suffer what is undergoing. Graufang, he just had to pay its worth gold and ensure that no priest would have been persecuted Aristotelian once back in Styria, but Adam not content wanted to defy the wrath of Emperor, speaking of oaths and boasting he had not sworn. Was already saved to Graufang, had already saved, you know?

closed his eyes and took a long breath to resume calm, it didn't take much, felt that the ira no longer she

When you speak of the Empress ... you're referring to Adala?

There was no need to have an answer on Graufang's face in hearing his name had already given it to her, but Ranian didn't want to wait the comments of old, did not have the time, had told the Inquisitor who would be back soon. But there was still one thing she wanted to know from Graufang to understand

You said that Adam said to the Empress what she wanted to hear. He lied to follow the reformist Church? And you're right by saying that I understand the issue is complicated German Church and the Roman Church, they are not the same thing? They do not have the same ideals?
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15. August 1461

"No, he didn't lie. He was not a follower of the reformed church at this time.He was a follower of the roman church but the empress, Adala, wanted him to follow the german church."
A bit confusing, all the churches and the old man smiles, as he notices this. "Look," he says "Once I was a bishop of the german church. At this time, the german church was largely independant from rome and she called herself the "holy church". Formally we have had one church but in fact the aristotelian church was divided into a roman part and a german part. Two churches who called themselves the "holy one". But now the german church is once again subordinated to rome. So now we have two holy churches who see themselves as one. - But both are the "holy church". If they have the same ideals... I don't know. Ask this a priest of the german church..." The patriarch takes a deep breath. "To complete the confusion, I founded the holy reformed church three years ago and now there are three "holy churches" in the german kingdom. The roman, the german and the reformed." Graufang smiles "Of course the reformed church is the only true church, legitimated by our eternal Lord."

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"Nein, er hat nicht gelogen. Er war kein Anhänger der reformierten Kirche zu dieser Zeit. Er war ein Anhänger der römischen Kirche, doch die Kaiserin, Adala, wollte, dass er der deutschen Kirche folgt."
Ein bisschen verwirrend, all die Kirchen und der alte Mann lächelt, als er das bemerkt. "Schaut", sagt er, "Einst war ich ein Bischof der deutschen Kirche. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt war die deutsche Kirche weitgehend unabhängig von Rom und sie nannte sich die" heilige Kirche". Formal hatten wir eine Kirche, in Wirklichkeit jedoch war die aristotelische Kirche in einen römischen und einer deutschen Teil aufgespalten. Zwei Kirchen, die sich die "heilige" genannt haben. Aber jetzt ist die Deutsch Kirche wieder einmal Rom untergeordnet. Nun haben wir zwei heiligen Kirchen, die sich als eine sehen.... Doch beide sind die "heiligen Kirche". Ob sie die gleichen Ideale haben ... ich weiß es nicht, das müsst Ihr einen Priester der deutschen Kirche fragen ... "Der Patriarch atmet tief durch."Um die Verwirrung zu vervollständigen, gründete ich die heilige reformierte Kirche vor drei Jahren und jetzt gibt es drei "heiligen Kirchen" im deutschen Reich. Die römische, die deutsche und die reformierte." Graufang lächelt "Natürlich ist die reformierte Kirche ist die einzige wahre Kirche, legitimiert durch unsere ewigen Herrn."

She listened to the old man, was much more complicated than she thinks

So that the knowledge of the whole people, who believe in Aristotelian Church, between the Roman Church and the German Church in the past there was a rupture, because both wanted to be the one Holy Church, poor men who have found themselves in this dispute

the last words were spoken voice wire, then took a long breath, got up from the cot leaving only Graufang on it and headed towards the door to return to Adam and a sister, but as he was about to grab the door handle, she stopped and turned to the old thoughtfully


Graufang! Adam met only the Empress or there were others at this meeting?
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"Abendlicht" whispered in his head, was a name Ranian who had previously heard "now I remember where I heard this name, is the Bishop that the Emperor gave the order to release, so he knew all" without saying a word but always wrapped in his arguments opened the door, on the sides of it there were two guards

Guard!

She called one placing that immediately came to attention in front of his Marshal, Ranian did not tell him right away, but came back to Graufang

Patriarch! Now I ask you to be good and let this lead you to guard at the doctor, one of scratching continues to bleed and I can't get it to stop and this worries me a bit, at least your doctor will know what to do. I will go in the other cell by Adam, as soon as the Inquisitor I have finished I will take to lead you from him

shook hands with the old man smiling at him, then turned to the guard

Bring the Patriarch to the doctor, and ... I recommend if I know that something has happened to you shall be responsible

the guard lowered his head without speaking, approached the Patriarch to offer his support and lead it up to the doctor. While Ranian started at the other cell, she opened the door, heard that anyone was talking about was the Duke but not understood what he was saying without interrupting and while closed the door behind him Adam had finished his speech
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15.08.1461

Feuerteufel erwiederte ich schmunzelnd, als das Weib davon sprach, nach unserem Gasthaus, noch andere Häuser der Macht der Flammen übergeben zu wollen.
Mit einem offenen Lächeln sah ich sie an, frei von Arroganz oder anderen Dingen, einfach vergnügt, das sollten wir wohl besser verschieben, bis wir den Fugger befreit haben, aber von mir aus können wir danach diese ganze missratene Stadt in Brand stecken. Weißt doch, erst die Arbeit dann das Vergnügen.
Kopfschüttelnd und mit einem leisen Lachen setzten wir unseren Weg in Richtung des Palastes fort, einmal drehte ich mich noch um, als wir diesen fast erreicht hatten, war der Himmel über unserer ehemaligen Herberge mittlerweile von den Flammen rot gefärbt, die das Haus nun fest in ihrer heißen Hand hatten.
Zufrieden nickte ich, wuselten Menschen in eben diese Richtung, aus der wir kamen, schienen selbst die Wachen des Palastes ihre Aufmerksamkeit in diese eine Gegend zu lenken, die Rückseite, unser Ziel, für ihre Augen derzeit nicht interessant.
Die Pferde wurden in der Nähe festgemacht, die Dinge, die wir nicht mitzunehmen gedachten, versteckt und die kurze Wegstrecke zur Mauer zu Fuß zurückgelegt.
Leise durchbrach meine Stimme Dunkelheit und Stille, als wir unterhalb der etwa 15 Fuss hohen Steinwand standen, hier hinter ist der Stall, deutete mit der Hand auf die Steine direkt vor uns, du wirst mit meiner Hilfe hochklettern und mir ein Seil hinunterlassen, damit ich nachkommen kann, dann brennen wir den Stall nieder und nutzen die Ablenkung um den Weg zu Adam und dem Alten zurückzulegen. Jeder, der sich dabei in unseren Weg zu stellen gedenkt, nun, du weißt schon.
Nachdem ich dem Weib ein Seil in die Hand gedrückt hatte, verschränkte ich meine Hände, so, daß sie in diese treten könne um über meine Schulter und ausgestreckten Arme an die Oberseite der Mauer zu gelangen.
Ernst, keineswegs unfreundlich sah ich das Weib ein letztes Mal an, pass auf dich auf Feuerteufel, tot nützt du keinem was.


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08/15/1461

Firedevil I replied with a grin, as the woman spoke of wanting to hand over other houses, after our inn, to the power of the flames.
With an open smile I looked at her, freely from arrogance or other things, simply pleased, we should probably better move this, until we have freed the Fugger, but I'm concerned, after that, we can stuck Fire to this whole misbegotten town. You know, first the work, than the pleasure.
Shaking my head, and with a quiet laugh, we continued our way towards the palace, when we had almost reached it, I turned around, the sky above our former hostel was now stained red by the flames, which now had the house in their hot hand.
Satisfied I nodded, that people scurrying in this very direction from which we came, the guards of the palace themselve seemed to turn their attention to this one area, the rear, our target, for their eyes currently not interesting.
The horses were moored nearby, the things we want not to take with us were hidden, and the short distance to the wall were laid back by foot.
Quietly my voice broke through darkness and silence as we stood below the 15 foot high stone wall, here behind there is the stable , pointing with his hand on the stones in front of us, you'll climb with my help and let me down a rope, so that I can follow, then we burn down the stable and use the distraction to take the way to Adam and the old one. Anyone who intends thereby to make our way, well, you know.
After I gave her a rope, I crossed my hands, so that she could enter into them, to get over my shoulder and outstretched arms to the top of the wall.
Seriously, not unfriendly, I look one last time at the woman, take care of yourself Firedevil, there is no use for you, if you are dead.

Il soldato fu molto felice per il fatto che il Patriarca aveva accettato il suo aiuto. Così insieme si incamminarono attraverso il lungo corridoio illuminato dalle torce fiammanti.

Leonardo accompagnava l'anziano Patriarca così come un nipote farebbe con il proprio nonno. Una mano era impegnata ad impugnare l'elsa della spada (giusto per essere pronto ad ogni evenienza), mentre l'altro braccio offriva appoggio all'anziano. Durante il percorso, poche e cortesi parole furono scambiate:

"Spero che vi sentiate a vostro agio." disse sorridendo.
In un'altra situazione e in un altro tempo, vi avrei volentieri accompagnato per una visita in questa stupenda città.."

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The soldier was very happy for the fact that the Patriarch had accepted his help. So together they walked through the long corridor lit by flaming torches.



Leonardo accompanied the elderly Patriarch as well as a nephew would with his grandfather. One hand was engaged in tightening the hilt of the sword (just to be ready for any eventuality), while the other arm was offering support to the elderly. Along the way, a few kind words were exchanged:

"I hope that you feel at ease." He smiled.
"In another situation and in another time, I would have gladly accompanied you for a visit in this beautiful city..."
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15. August 1461 - Along the corridor

"I'm feeling as good as a prisoner can feel." The old man smiles "But, son, I'm glad to have you by my side." Yes Graufang is realy glad to have the guard at his side. As he knows from Adam, there're much more meanly people living within this walls, than good ones. But the patriarch trusts the marshall and he trusts her guards. They all seem to be like the flaming torches in this corridor. - Lights, glowing in the darkness that surrounds.

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15. August 1461 - Den Corridor entlang

"Ich fühle mich so wohl, wie ein Gefangener sich wohlfühlen kann." Der alte Mann lächelt "Aber, mein Sohn, ich bin froh, dich an meiner Seite zu haben." Ja Graufang ist wirklich froh, die Wache an seiner Seite zu haben. Wie er von Adam weiß, gibt es viel mehr gemeine Menschen innerhalb dieser Mauern, als gute. Doch der Patriarch vertraut der Marshallin und er vertraut ihren Wachen. Sie scheinen alle wie die Fackeln in diesem Korridor zu sein. - Lichter, die in der Dunkelheit, die sie umgibt, leuchten.

Il soldato poteva capire il disagio del Patriarca.

"Non rattristatevi e non preoccupatevi. Arriveranno giorni migliori."

Gli disse con un sorriso.
Non di sola forza erano fatti i soldati, ma anche di saggezza.
Credeva fortemente in ciò che aveva detto.

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The soldier could understand the discomfort of the Patriarch.

"Don't be sad and don't worry. There will be better days."

He said with a smile,
The soldiers were not made ​​only of strength but also of wisdom.
He believed strongly in what he had said.
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[The Tower - The Cell I ]

There was a moment of silence in the cell, no word more, nun's and even more by Duke, Ranian immediately thought that maybe the cause was she having bothered with his entry, though it had been careful not to make noise. But all of a sudden she found herself by wearing her eyes surprised del Duca, followed immediately by the question you expect, after all he was asked to ensure that Uncle same well after the scuffle with the guards. Ranian looked at him, was tense and even angry, give him further concerns would have been worse. But there had been something that had bumped the Marshal, and had been the way the Duke had turned to her

Duke I let me remind you that I am not your servant, so I ask that when you contact me you did it with less authority. Regarding your uncle...he is well

one thing that she had learned to do was lie so as not to worry or sick others, sure this time it wasn't responding to her, but at that time it was the right thing to do

and is praying for you

She said those last words accompanied by a smile, and then return to his silence and let the meeting continued
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15. August 1461

„Eine Dienerin?“ wiederholte Adam verständnislos die Worte der Marschallin. Er erkannte keinen Zusammenhang zu seiner Frage. „Ich habe mich nur nach dem Befinden meines Onkels erkundigt. Mit keinem Wort würdigte ich Euch herab, aber“, das Weib hatte sich bislang als nützlich erwiesen, weshalb Adam das nicht auf’s Spiel setzen wollte, „wenn ich Euch verärgert habe, bitte ich um Verzeihung.“
Hervorragend. Ein Weib, das ihn anschwieg, das andere war sauer auf ihn, ohne dass er den Grund dafür wusste – fast wie ein Familientreffen mit seinen Schwestern. Nur mit dem Unterschied, dass er da gehen konnte, wenn es ihm zu viel wurde. Hier war das nur schwerlich möglich. Was ihm blieb, war, sitzen zu bleiben, zu schweigen und den Himmel durch das Fenster zu betrachten. Wann würde er seine Steiermark wiedersehen? Und Ana?

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15. August 1461

"A servant?" Adam repeated the words of the Marshal blankly. He saw no connection between her angry and his question. "I have just asked how my uncle is. Nothing else. With no word I have disparaged you, but "the wife had been useful so far and Adam didn’t want to risk that, “if I have annoyed you, I beg your pardon. " Great. One woman, who was silent and the other one was angry at him and he didn’t know the reason - almost like a family reunion with his sisters. Only with the difference that he could leave that, if it was too much. Here it was hardly possible. What remained to him was to sit down on the chair, to be silent and to look through the window at the sky. When would he see Styria again? And Ana?
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[The Tower - The Cell I]

Ranian listened to the justification of the Duke, perhaps was too harsh in its response

I think that there is tension in the room bring us to contort things .... forgive you if I was harsh in my response. And like I said your uncle is fine, but I've got to be able to talk to him while I was in the other cell. Told me of a story happened long ago, a story that left me a bit surprised and I would like you to make light

looked away from him to direct it to sister Ysabet

Mother! I believe in the most high and are an Aristotelian, my faith as the majority of Aristotelian is devoted to the Holy Church. From faithful I wonder and I ask you, can the Church torturing a loyal just because he believes in it and in the name of Almighty? And ... a Minister of the Church, which must protect the faithful it may turn our backs, who loves her and is submissive, leaving him in agony? I can understand that the Church fight heretics or the sons of nameless, but I don't understand why a loyal. Please, and I'll wonder how faithful, if you know the facts of this matter, give me an explanation

Had it done so, despite having promised not to intervene nun she had broken that promise, he was stronger than she, but her wanting to know and understand it had to keep your mouth shut
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15 agosto, studio medico

Lucrezia, seduta alla scrivania stà esaminando alcuni documenti di medicina, è stata avvisata che un illustre ospite sarà condotto presso di lei per essere curato.

Sente bussare alla porta, si spalanca e vede entrare un uomo non più giovanissimo accompagnato da una guardia.

Prego, entrate e accomodatevi! disse al Patriarca con fare cortese accompagnando la frase con un gesto che indica una grande poltrona.


poi rivolgendosi alla guardia

potete aspettare fuori, non credo ci siano problemi e preferisco essere sola con il paziente.

Una volta richiusa la porta dietro la guardia, si diresse verso lo scrittoio dov'era appoggiata una tisaniera da cui versò in una tassa un infuso di erbe benefiche.

Si avvicinò al uomo e gli porse la tazza con un sorriso cordiale.

Ecco Patriarca, prendete questa tisana vi rinvigorirà, mi è stato riferito che avete una ferita fatemi vedere...



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15 August, doctor's office

Lucrezia, sitting at the desk is examining some documents of medicine, has been advised that a distinguished guest will be conducted at her to be cured.

Knock at the door, opens and sees a man no longer young to enter accompanied by a guard.

Please, come and sit down! said the Patriarch with making polite accompanying the sentence with a gesture indicating a large armchair.


then turning to the guard

you can wait it out, I do not think there are problems and I prefer to be alone with the patient.

Once the door closed behind the guard, walked to the desk where he was leaning against a tea kitchen from which he poured into a fee an infusion of beneficial herbs.

He approached the man and handed him the cup with a friendly smile.

Patriarch Here, take this herbal tea will reinvigorate, I was told that you have a wound let me see
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15. August, doctor's office

"Only a scratch" ,Graufang says and takes a seat. "But it doesn't stop to bleed." The finger touches the little wound, bevor the old man takes the tea. The strong smell of herbs reaches the old nose, leading Graufang to make a guess. "German chamomile?" Or maybe poison...
The Patriarch sips at the tea and takes a look to the room, bevor he focus on the studied lady, awaiting what may come.

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"Nur ein Kratzer", sagt Graufang und nimmt Platz. "Aber es hört nicht auf zu bluten." Der Finger berührt die kleine Wunde, bevor der alte Mann den Tee entgegen nimmt. Der starke Geruch von Kräutern erreicht die alte Nase, was Graufang eine Vermutung machen lässt: "Deutsche Kamille?" Oder vielleicht Gift...
Die Patriarch nippt am Tee und wirft einen Blick in den Raum, bevor er sich auf die studierte Dame konzentriert. Das erwartend, was kommen würde.

15.08.1461 – Auf der Palastmauer

Ich werde zu alt für diesen Mist murmelte ich, während ich dem Weib folgte, auf die Mauer stieg und ihre Worte hörte, daß wir unentdeckt geblieben waren.
Den Blick über den Hof, den Stall und die restliche Mauer schweifen lassend, sah ich, daß die Aufmerksamtkeit der Augen der Wachen ihr Ziel entfernt suchte, am hell erleuchteten Himmel, dort, wo unser Gasthaus einmal stand, derzeit nichts weiter, als ein brennender Fleck mitten in der Stadt.
Mit der Hand deutete ich in die Richtung, in der die Flammen ihr unheilvolles Spiel spielten, ruhig und leise die Stimme, mehr ein Flüstern denn laute Worte, ich denke, die Wachen sind abgelenkt genug Mädchen, wir sollten ihre Augen in der Richtung suchen lassen, in die sie gerade schauen und das Feuer hier erstmal nicht entzünden.
Schnellen Schrittes und mit einer kurzen Handbewegung, daß sie mir folgen sollte, begaben wir uns zum Turm, in der der Fugger steckte.
Das große Messer in der Hand legte ich die andere an die Tür, mein Ohr daneben und lauschte, konnte aber kein Geräusch von drinnen vernehmen.
Ganz leise öffnete ich die Tür, biss leicht auf meine Lippen, als ich das Quietschen von Eisen vernahm und gelangte, als der Spalt groß genug geworden war hinein, die Schwarzhaarige mit mir ziehend, führte von dort, wo wir in den Turm gelangt waren eine Treppe hoch und hinunter, sollte der Kerl wohl oben gefangen gehalten werden, so war ich mir nicht sicher, ob ich nicht Stimmen von unten zu uns hatte hinaufschallen hören.
Hast du das gehört, wand ich mich ans Weib, deutete während meiner Worte die Treppe hinab, die Hand fest um den Messergriff


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08/15/1461 - On the wall of the Palace

I'm getting too old for this crap I muttered as I followed the woman climbed up the wall and heard her words, that we were undetected.
A view of the courtyard, the stable and the remaining wall, I saw that the attention of the guards eyes sought away, at the brightly lit sky, where our guesthouse once stood, at the moment nothing more than a burning spot in the middle of the city.
With my hand, I pointed in the direction in which the flames were playing their sinister game, calm and quiet the voice, more a whisper than loud words, I think the guards are distracted enough girl, we should let their eyes see in the direction , they just look at the first fire and do not burn the fire here.
Fast pace and with a brief gesture that she should follow me, we went to the tower in which the Fugger was stuck.
The big knife in hand, I put the other on the door, my ear next to it and listened, but could hear no sound from inside.
Very quietly I opened the door, biting lightly on my lips when I heard the squeak of iron, when the gap had grown large enough i got inside, the black-haired pulling with me, saw stairs going up and down, the guy should probably be detained up, but I was not sure if I had heard voices from below.
Did you hear that , I asked the woman, while pointing down the stairs, my hand tight around the knife handle.

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15. August 1461

Während Ranian ihre Anklage an die Nonne richtete, kam Adam nicht umhin zu bemerken, dass er mit zwei, drei großen Schritten bei ihr sein und sie niederringen könnte. Ein Schwert zu ziehen, bei der räumlichen Enge, wäre dumm. Ehe sie es ganz gezogen hätte, hätte ihr Kopf schon längst Bekanntschaft mit der Mauer gemacht. Sicher trug sie auch andere, kleine, effektive Waffen, aber ob sie schnell genug war diese zu ziehen und zu treffen und zwar derart, dass es ihn hinderte, seinen Angriff fortzusetzen? Er selbst hatte schon mehr als eine Schlacht geschlagen und schätzte seine Chancen als gut ein.

Und dann?
Das würde man sehen.

Das einzige, was ihn abhielt, das zu tun, war, dass er in der Italienerin eine mögliche Verbündete sah. Sie stellte die richtigen Fragen. Ob sie Antwort bekommen würde? So wie er die HDAK und deren Vertreter kannte – nein. Ein abschätzender Blick ging zu den Nonnen. Sie waren im Gegensatz zu der Marschallin wertlos.
Jäh schoss der Herzog in die Höhe, so dass der Stuhl mit Gepolter auf den steinernen Boden knallte, um im gleichen Atemzug nach der zu greifen, die so fleißig mitschrieb. Ein spitzer Schrei klang auf, Feder und Papier glitten zu Boden und die Nonne fand ihren Platz vor Adam, der sie wie ein Schild zwischen sich und Ranian, von der er einen Angriff erwartete, hielt. Mit der linken Hand fasste er nach der Kette mit dem aristotelischen Zeichen daran, die um den Hals der Nonne lag und nahm ihr, indem er sie zuzog, den Atem. Die Rechte legte sich an das Kinn des Weibes, das zu röcheln begann. Adam wusste, wie er ein Genick brechen könnte, würde es nötig sein.

„Verzeiht. Aber es ist an der Zeit, die Sache selbst in die Hand zu nehmen.“ Ein fast entschuldigendes Lächeln ging zu Ranian. Vielleicht verstand sie ihn.„Werft Eure Waffen aus der Zelle und setzt Euch auf eines der Betten.

Du auch!“ Gemeint war der Mann, der vor der Tür Wache stand.
„Und du bleibst sitzen!“ herrschte Adam die andere Nonne an.


(mit Einverständnis der Ranian-Userin)

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15. August 1461

While Ranian asked her accusing questions, Adam thought, he could be on her side with two or three big steps to prevail over her. If she would unsheathe her sword it would be a mistake, because of the spatial narrowness. Before she could use it, he had knocked her head to the wall. Of course, she would have other weapons. Small and effective ones, but would she be fast enough to draw them and to hit him, so that he could not continue his attack? He was the winner of more than one battle, he estimated, he has good chances to win this one, too.

And then?
The future will show it.

The only thing that deterred him to do so, was, that the italien woman could be ally. She asked the right questions. If she would get an answer? Adam thought “no”. He knew the HDAK and their priests. He looked appraising to the nuns. They were worthless, in contrast to the Marshal.
Suddenly the duke stood up. The chair fall on the floor with banging. In the same second he grabbed the nun, who took notes diligently. She screamed. Feather and paper fall on the floor and he pulled her in front of his body, so that she stood between Ranian and himself. He expected an attack from the Marshall. With the left hand he pulled the chain with the aristotelian sign, that hung at her neck and take so her breath. With the right hand he grasped the chin of the nun. Adam knew, how to break a neck, would it be necessary.

“I beg your pardon. But it’s the right time, to take the control of this situation.” He smiled apologetically to Ranian. Maybe she understood him. “Throw your weapons out of the cell and sit down on one of the beds.You, too!” He ment the men, who stood in front of the door.
“And you, don’t move”, Adam shouted to the other nun.

(with consent of Ranian-Player)
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Was waiting for a response from the Inquisitor when udi Adam apologize and that would take up the situation

What....?

puzzled said, but had no way to terminate the application that he was already standing and holding hostage the young nun who was writing, one hand on the Chin of the young victim and the other holding the Crucifix of her tight to her slender neck, Adam was a man well coached and the neck of the young in his hands was like a dry twigeasy to break, Ranian instinct drew his sword, would snap could hurt him and make sure he left the woman, but also a step would increase the grip on the poor

Adam does not do so, leaves the nun, you don't do anything you're not a murderer and ... Why do you always make things worse?

those last words told her angrily, because once again had managed to get into trouble, burning like paper on fire the help that she was handing him and this time wouldn't be enough a penalty in gold or the prison, the Emperor would have made him pay bitterly

Adam! For the last time, leaving the sister, the Emperor was furious and this time there will be a tower your prison

She tried in every way to convince him, when he heard the opening of the cell and the footsteps of a guard, had heard the crying of a nun and had seen from the slot what was happening and how he had always been taught noticed in "the steps of a guard" thought Ranian, "and the rest? Where are the other guards? "he kept eyes focused on Adam, now were not the biggest dilemma guards, but convince the men to release the hostages
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15. August 1461

“Weil das mein Weg ist.” Adam’s Blick pendelte zwischen der Marschallin und der Wache, die eintrat, hin und her. „Ich werde nicht darauf warten, bis jemand über mich richtet, der das Recht dazu lange verwirkt hat. Ich werde nicht in diesem Mauern hier vergammeln!“
Adam wickelte die Kette einmal mehr um seine Hand. Tief schnitt sie in das weiche Fleisch am Hals der Nonne, die rot anlief und hektisch mit ihrem Fingern am Hals entlangkratzte, um diese unter die Kette zu schieben. Vergeblich. „Werft die Waffen fort und setzt euch auf die Betten. Ich sage es nicht noch einmal!“ Und er meinte, was er sagte. Ruhig ging der Atem, wenn auch die Situation sein Blut beschleunigte. Mit dem Rücken zur Wand, die Nonne noch immer vor sich, versuchte er die anderen drei im Auge zu behalten, als eine Stimme an sein Ohr drang, die er als letztes hier zu hören gedacht hätte. Mirabel. Was machte das Teufelsweib hier?
“Wird’s bald?!” schrie er die beiden Bewaffneten an.

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15. August 1461

“Because this is my way.” Adam saw to the Marshall and then to the guard, who came in. „I won't wait until somebody judge me, who has forfeited the right to do so for a long time. I won't go bad in here!“
Adam wrapped the chain around his hand one more time and deep it cut in the soft skin at the nun’s throat. She turned red and scratched with her nails along her throat, to put her nails under the chain, hectically. Futile. “Throw your weapons out of the cell and sit down on the beds. I will not say it once again!” And he meant, what he said. Calmly he breathed in and out, even if the situation accelerated his blood. With his back to the wall, the nun still in front of him, he tried to keep an eye on the other three, when a voice reached his ears, which he never had expected to hear here. Mirabel. What did the hellcat here?
"Hurry!” He shouted to the two armed person.
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Looked at the chain which clutched around the neck of a young nun who was trying to break free, face paonazzo, wide-eyed and weeping, Ranian couldn't let an innocent man could die, with anger and disgust watching Adam, while addressed to the guard

Do as you said!

the guard turned his gaze in disbelief to his Marshal, but not have it say twice threw his weapon, she also did the same, while from afar you heard the voice of a woman, a voice never heard, and the guards who sought post-clearance payment to stop, something was happening even outside the cell, something that had not allowed the guards to be present near the gates of the cells of the Tower, the guard did as Adam had commanded, sat down on the bed while she was too angry to sit

This is my way?

repeated the words of Adam, as he approached the door with even the nun in his arms

Being a murderess?

She pointed with his head the young nun

You think about doing the right thing by running off it? Do you think doing so would solve all your problems? No Adam! And that your gesture will be the largest penalty for you, more of the torture you endured because that your gesture will turn against your race and while you run through the darkness of the earth not being able to do nothing, their ...

It went further in his speech because his anger grew out of proportion, so she let her gaze only highlight how she felt at that moment
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15. August 1461

“Kein Mörder – ein freier Mann. Und solange ich nicht Gefahr laufe zu sterben, wird sie es auch nicht.“ Langsam, die Nonne fest am Körper haltend, schob sich der Herzog zur Tür. Die Hand, die ihr Kinn festhielt, griff nach der Tür und zog sie zu, doch ehe sie sich ganz hinter Adam schloss, richtete er noch einmal das Wort an die Marschallin, die derart wütend war. „Ich bin kein schlechter Mensch.“ Warum auch immer er sie zu überzeugen versuchte. Vielleicht, weil sie ein Herz gezeigt hatte.

Geräuschvoll schloss sich die Tür hinter Adam, der hastig einen Riegel davor schob. „Halt dem Mund“, schnauzte er die Nonne, die hysterische Laute von sich gab und die Geräusche, die von unten herab heraufkamen, übertönte. „Da lang.“ Im Gehen bückte Adam sich und hob das Schwert der Wache auf, während er auf die benachbarte Zelle zuging, wo er Graufang vermutete.

Sie war leer.

„Wo….?” Wütend stapfte Adam zurück und öffnete die Luke in der hölzernen Tür, die zu seinem ehemaligen Gefängnis führte. „Wo habt Ihr den alten Mann hinbringen lassen?“ Er würde nicht ohne ihn gehen.

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15. August 1461

“Not a murderer – a free man. And so long as I don’t run the risk of dying, she won’t die, too.” Slowly, the nun hold near to his body, the Duke moved to the door. The hand that held her chin, grabbed the door, but before he closed the door completely, he spoke to the angry Marshal again. "I'm not a bad man." He did not know, why he tried to convince her. Maybe because she had shown understandig.

The door closed behind Adam noisily, who hastily shoved a bar of it. "Shut your mouth," he shouted to the nun who cried hysterical and drowned the sounds, that came up from down below. "Go there." While walking Adam bent down and picked up the sword of the guard and walked to the neighboring cell, where he suspected Graufang.

It was empty.

"Where ....?" Adam went back angrily and opened the hatch in the wooden door that led to his former prison. "Where did you take the old man?" He would not go without him.
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15.08.1461 – Im Turm, die Treppe zu den Zellen

Je höher ein Turm ist, umso unwahrscheinlicher ist es, daß man beim hinaufsteigen der Sonne begegnet, waren meine Gedanken, während ich dem Weib Stufe um Stufe gefolgt war, die Bestätigung meiner Worte kam in Form von Soldaten, die wie dunkle Wolken von der anderen Seite des Flurs aufzogen.
Nun verfluchte ich doch, nicht mehr als mein Messer dabeizuhaben, zugegeben, es war ein großes Messer, aber solch eine Waffe ist und bleibt, was es ist, und das ist vor allem kein Schwert.
Bevor ich die Situation noch vollständig erfasste, begann das Weib an meiner Linken zu schreien, rief den Namen des Kerls, den zu befreien wir hier waren.
Bevor ich sehen konnte, was sie sah, bevor ich überhaupt über das nachdenken konnte, was sie da tat, wurde meine Aufmerksamkeit von den vier Wachen in Beschlag genommen, die ihre Schritte nun in unsere Richtung lenkten.
Vier! Wir waren lediglich zwei, davon ein Weib. Nun, ich traute der Schwarzhaarigen mittlerweile mehr zu, als ich am Anfang getan hatte, aber bei der Wahl zwischen ihr und einem Kerl, wie ich es war, hätte ich jeden Tag meines Lebens lieber mich gewählt, als so ein Ding, wie die, die gerade für mich vollkommen unverständnisvolles Zeug brüllte.
War sie dem Wahnsinn anheim gefallen, oder hatte sie etwas gesehen?
Die Beantwortung dieser Frage würde wohl etwas warten müssen, sahen die Wachen nicht so aus, als würden sie mich hier einige Zeit Gedanken verloren stehen lassen.
Dessen nicht genug spürte ich nun auch noch, wie etwas meinen Stiefel traf, besser gesagt an ihm abprallte, und gegen die nahe Wand schlug, wand kurz den Blick nach hinten, sah den Bogenschützen im vollen Lauf.
Idiot dachte ich bei mir, wäre wohl selbst der beste aller Bogenschützen der gesamten Welt nicht in der Lage gewesen beim Rennen, auch noch eine Treppe hinauf, einen Bogen derart gespannt zu halten, um einen einigermaßen gezielten und festen Schuß abzugeben.
Nichtmal einen Kratzer hatte ich durch den schlechten Schuss, den der Schützen zeigte, abbekommen.
Wohin er dann verschwand, ich wußte es nicht, wohl auch, weil mich der Schütze nicht weiter interessierte, ich die Augen auf die Gefahr richtete, die sich vor mir erstreckte, die vier Wachen.
Hatten wir in einem großen Raum, der den Angreifern Platz bot, wenig Chancen, so stiegen sie meiner Meinung nach in den weitaus engeren Treppen gewiß, würde man sich hier zwar immer noch gegen vier Männer stehen sehen, so war es bei genauer Betrachtungsweise aber jedes Mal lediglich ein Kampf Mann gegen Mann. In meinen Augen eine durchaus anstrebsame Option.
Das Weib nun vollständig hinter mir, könnte sie die Treppe im Blick haben, die Augen weiter nach vorn, was hast gesehen Weib? Oder bist du Irre?
Ruhig ging der Atem, während ich sprach, die Konzentration gespannt wie jede Sehne meines Körpers, langsam die Schritte, mit denen ich die Wachen wieder ein Stück nach oben drängte, versuchte sie einzuschätzen.
Es war ein wenig wie das Spiel zwischen der Maus und der Katz, ebenso wenig, wie die Soldaten in das Loch, welches die Treppe im Vergleich zum Flur war, hinein wollten, so wollten wir hier raus, das Spiel vom Fressen und Gefressen werden begann.


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08/15/1461 - In the tower, the stairs to the cells
The higher the tower, the more likely it is that you meet the sun, when you climbed up. That were my thoughts while I followed the wife step by step, the confirmation of my words came in the form of soldiers, like dark clouds came of the other side of the hall.
Now I cursed, that i had taken not more than my knife to this place, admitted it was a big knife, but such a weapon is and remains what it is, and that is mainly not a sword.
Before I fully grasped the situation, the woman at my left began to scream, calling out the name of the guy that we were here to liberate.
Before I could see what she saw, before I could even think about what she was doing, my attention went to the four guards were, which now directed their steps in our direction.
Four! We were only two, including a woman. Well, I trust the black-haired now more than I did at first, but when choosing between her and a guy as me, I would have rather chosen every day of my life me, before i choose a woman like her, screaming words, which made no sense at all.
Had she fallen into madness, or had she seen anything?
The answer to this question would probably have to wait a bit, the guards did not look as if they would want to leave me some time to think about it.
Its not enough I felt now, that something hit my boots, or rather bounced off one and beat against the near wall, a short view to the back, I saw the archer at full speed.
Idiot, I thought to myself, could probably even the best of all archers in the whole world not fire , when he runs, even a staircase, to keep a bow so eager to leave a reasonably specific and solid shot.
Not even a scratch I had gotten through the through the bad shot the shooter shows.
Where he then disappeared, I did not know, probably because I was not more interested in the shooter. I set eyes on the danger that stretched before me, the four guards.
In a large room, which offered the attackers place, we only had a little chance, in my opinion it would be better in the much tighter stairs certainly. Here we still standing against four men, but each times only a one of them could fight against one of us, in my eyes quite a good option.
The woman was now completely behind me, she could see the stairs, my eyes look forward what did you see? Or are you nuts?
Quiet was the breath as I spoke, the concentration of excited as every sinew of my body, slow steps, with whom I again urged the guards upwards a little, trying to assess.
It was a bit like the game between the mouse and the cat, just as little as the soldiers want to get in the hole, which was the stairs compared to the hallway, so we wanted not to get out of here, the game of eating and being eaten began.

„Du….“ Ein Fluch folgte dem zornig ausgestoßenen Wort, ehe sich die Luke der Tür mit einem Knall schloss. Vermaledeites Weib. Würde er den Alten halt suchen müssen. Es gab von hier ob nur eine Richtung in die der Herzog gehen konnte – nach unten. Wenn das Weib ihn belogen hatte und es Graufang schlecht ging, oder schlimmeres, dann würde nichts und niemand sie vor seinem Zorn schützen können.
Ohne Rücksicht auf die Nonne, die er an der Halskette wie einen Hund führte, schleifte er diese dorthin, wo eindeutige Geräusche auszumachen waren und aus dessen Richtung, Mirabels Stimme aufgeklungen war.
Im Rücken der vier Wachen tauchte der Herzog dann auf. „Was brauchst du so lange?“ rief er die Räuberin über die Wachen hinweg an und gab sich lautstark zu erkennen. Vielleicht würde das bereits die Schwertträger ablenken und Mirabel und … Macces? Über die Schulter der Nonne, die er wieder vor sich hielt, warf er dem anderen einen undeutbaren Blick zu.

„Ihr!“ Der Herzog richtete seine Aufmerksamkeit auf die Wachen. Das Schwert der Wache, die oben einsaß, hob sich und fand seinen Platz am Hals der Nonne. Es hatte einmal zum Erfolg geführt, warum nicht ein zweites Mal? „Werft Eure Waffen fort und niemand wird sterben. Ansonsten könnt Ihr dem HERRN erklären, warum wegen euch, sie hier,“ Adam weigerte sich, das Weib eine Gottesdienerin zu nennen, „sterben musste.“

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„You….“. A curse followed the word, said in rage, before Adam closes the small window in the wooden door with noise. Damned woman. So, he had to look for the old man. From here there was only one direction in which the duke could go – downstairs. If the woman had lie to him and Graufang was in a poor condition or something worse, nobody could protect her from his rage.
With no consideration for the nun, he dragged her at her chain like a dog in the direction, where he heard unequivocal noise and the voice of Mirabel.
The duke appeared in the back of the four guards. “Why are you so slowly?” he shouted over the heads of the guards to the robber and revealed himself loudly. Maybe this would distract the armed men and Mirabel and…… Macces? Adam cast an indefinable eye over the shoulder of the nun, who he kept in front of himself again.

“You!” The duke turned his attention to the guards. He lifted the sword of the guard, who sit in the cell, and held it at the throat of the nun. It had been effective one time. Why not once again? “Throw away your weapons and nobody will die. Otherwise you have to explain god, why this woman here,” Adam refused to call her a servant of god, “have to die.”
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