The day was cloudy and windy. It mostly corresponded to the mind of Kestutis Skirgaila, the chief advisor of Magnus Dux. He was thinking of recent happenings thourought Europe.
"The infidels, those damned, God-forsaken bandits! They attack our beloved lands, the lands just to the South of our country! And we, we are too weak to counter them now. Our allies fade and disappear, Muscowy, Novgorod too, even possibly Constantinople are all either defeated, out of war or too far away to help. WHY??? My God, why hast thou abandoned Lithuania? Why?.. Fighting for survival of christendom, and we are now in such a huge dilemma: whom should we ally with: Teutons, our old enemies but possible friends, or Novgorod, our friends in the past, now seeming to have abandoned christendom and joining the infidels. Whom must I choose? My God, please, please help me!!!"
He mumbled for a while after, but, getting no answer from above, stopped praying.
"But what... what if that 'God' is just a fairy tale? What if all minds, both these of Christians and of Muslims, are poisoned? Paganism also helped us, gave ideals to fight for, and we resisted. Only not long before, we took that faith, the faith which we do not know about. Maybe this was a poison, a poison to our mind. All Christian rulers seem to be so narrowminded, so untolerant. Why is this? Is this what that 'God' wants?"
He suddenly noticed that a servant was listening through the door.
-Come here,- he ordered.
-Yes, master.
-What have you heard?
-N...n...nnothing...
-Really?
-Really, I sware!
-Sware with what?
-I sware with God Thunder, God Oak and God River!
-NO!!! This might not remain! Go now, and bring me my tome of Bible. I will read it to you, day by day, and talk with you. You WILL feel what is Catholicism!
The servant ran out, and Kestutis could not keep his tears. 'My country... my soul... what have I done?..' he mumbled.