Baron von Schwarzschloß's face drops with, by turns, distate, shock and finally disbelief at the words of the Ambassador of the Teutonic Order,
The Baron rises to his feet, barely able to contain his bluster, but he forces himself to sit again until the Imperial Steward has finished berating Paul von Russdorf.
The Baron rises,
"...und, if I may add to that, My Lord..."
"I have spoken to Bishop von Koblenz since his return from the Council of Melk and I listened with great interest as he told me how the Emissary from the Teutonic Order to the Council spent more time examining a spider building it's web than engaging in or even listening to the discussion. Perhaps this tale might expain why Heer von Russdorf is so ill-versed in the newly-clarified relationship between Church and Empire."
"In fact, his statement that... and did you not say, My Lord, that 'the Empire is not dependant on the goodwill of the Pope, he is given his title and rank directly from God'? If this is the case, then you are in contradiction of the recent bulle issued by His Holiness to the extent... nein, nein I do not hesistate to use the word, your statement is heretical."
The Baron becomes more flustered, "Sir, to state that the Teutonic Order is greater than all other member-states of the Empire save Genoa," a polite nod of acknowledgement to His Excellency Leopold with these words, "is crass and demeaning. Kindly take your words back, for you insult those of us who are not so quick to use our support of the Emperor to further our own gains. The Order's troops may be larger in number and more stout of heart than those of the nation I represent, but your coffers are swollen with borrowed monies and burdened with un-honoured loans. Are you as mighty and as indispensible to the Empire as you boast? Certainly, if your familiarity with Our Holy Mother Church's wishes is any measure, I suggest to you, and the gathered gentlemen here, nein, nein, nein!"
The Baron smoothes his doublet down briskly, before exhaling hotly through his moustaches and sitting once more.
The Baron rises to his feet, barely able to contain his bluster, but he forces himself to sit again until the Imperial Steward has finished berating Paul von Russdorf.
The Baron rises,
"...und, if I may add to that, My Lord..."
"I have spoken to Bishop von Koblenz since his return from the Council of Melk and I listened with great interest as he told me how the Emissary from the Teutonic Order to the Council spent more time examining a spider building it's web than engaging in or even listening to the discussion. Perhaps this tale might expain why Heer von Russdorf is so ill-versed in the newly-clarified relationship between Church and Empire."
"In fact, his statement that... and did you not say, My Lord, that 'the Empire is not dependant on the goodwill of the Pope, he is given his title and rank directly from God'? If this is the case, then you are in contradiction of the recent bulle issued by His Holiness to the extent... nein, nein I do not hesistate to use the word, your statement is heretical."
The Baron becomes more flustered, "Sir, to state that the Teutonic Order is greater than all other member-states of the Empire save Genoa," a polite nod of acknowledgement to His Excellency Leopold with these words, "is crass and demeaning. Kindly take your words back, for you insult those of us who are not so quick to use our support of the Emperor to further our own gains. The Order's troops may be larger in number and more stout of heart than those of the nation I represent, but your coffers are swollen with borrowed monies and burdened with un-honoured loans. Are you as mighty and as indispensible to the Empire as you boast? Certainly, if your familiarity with Our Holy Mother Church's wishes is any measure, I suggest to you, and the gathered gentlemen here, nein, nein, nein!"
The Baron smoothes his doublet down briskly, before exhaling hotly through his moustaches and sitting once more.