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The Duchy of Mecklenburg
Europa Universalis II v1.07
Event Exchange Project 1.4.1
Normal Difficulty
Normal AI Aggressiveness
Somewhat ironically, it arrived on the day of the Epiphany of our Lord Jesus Christ, perhaps an hour after the bells had rung for None. In those days it was my wont to deal with accounts during None, and so I was scratching at the ledger when the rap at the door came.
I opened it to find Johann Wurtzer standing in the doorway. I had lent Johann money many times before that day, and I was to do it again many times since, and he never gave me cause to regret it. I told him this before he died three years ago. It was the only thing I could think of to say. I think he understood what I meant by it.
Johann was standing there in the snowdrift, grinning and holding a package while his horse stamped at the cobbled street behind him. I don't entirely recall the conversation that passed between us, lost as I was in the accounts. I do remember Johann calling it a gift, and I do remember Johann making me promise to pay him a visit in a few days' time.
When Johann had gone I took the cloth-wrapped parcel over to my desk and drummed my fingers on it for a few moments. The whole affair was a bit strange for Johann. I finally gave up on wondering what had motivated him to make this odd purchase and began to undo the thread that bound the cloth around the heavy volume.
I remember feeling only minor curiosity as I slipped the cloth from the book and looked at the characters running down its spine. Defensor Pacis, they said. When I opened it up I could not have known or imagined how much that one book would change my life.
-- from the private papers of Schwerin banker Daniel Weber, written c. 1430
The Duchy of Mecklenburg
Europa Universalis II v1.07
Event Exchange Project 1.4.1
Normal Difficulty
Normal AI Aggressiveness
Somewhat ironically, it arrived on the day of the Epiphany of our Lord Jesus Christ, perhaps an hour after the bells had rung for None. In those days it was my wont to deal with accounts during None, and so I was scratching at the ledger when the rap at the door came.
I opened it to find Johann Wurtzer standing in the doorway. I had lent Johann money many times before that day, and I was to do it again many times since, and he never gave me cause to regret it. I told him this before he died three years ago. It was the only thing I could think of to say. I think he understood what I meant by it.
Johann was standing there in the snowdrift, grinning and holding a package while his horse stamped at the cobbled street behind him. I don't entirely recall the conversation that passed between us, lost as I was in the accounts. I do remember Johann calling it a gift, and I do remember Johann making me promise to pay him a visit in a few days' time.
When Johann had gone I took the cloth-wrapped parcel over to my desk and drummed my fingers on it for a few moments. The whole affair was a bit strange for Johann. I finally gave up on wondering what had motivated him to make this odd purchase and began to undo the thread that bound the cloth around the heavy volume.
I remember feeling only minor curiosity as I slipped the cloth from the book and looked at the characters running down its spine. Defensor Pacis, they said. When I opened it up I could not have known or imagined how much that one book would change my life.
-- from the private papers of Schwerin banker Daniel Weber, written c. 1430