Diaries of a Heretic
14 October, 1529
West of Rostock, Mecklenburg
14 October, 1529
West of Rostock, Mecklenburg
The sun rises on a shantytown of tents and pavilions. As dawn breaks over the hills, the sounds of some five thousand people awaking begin to be heard. Distinct among these is the harsh sound of metal grating on metal, of swords being sharpened and sheathed. If one were standing on the hill half a mile away, they would be able to hear the distance-quieted conversations around small campfires. People begin to file away from the campfires, to a small plain on the other side of the camp. They begin to separate into groups, about five large columns of one thousand each. There are three horsemen at the head of each column, and at the head of the whole assembly there is a group of about one-hundred mounted knights.
One of these men rides forward. He raises his sword, and all motion in this army ceases, as does all noise. His arm drops, and all eyes remain on him.
He speaks.
"Men! My brethren in faith, my guardians, my friends. Long enough have we been oppressed. The ruler of our beautiful country of Mecklenburg, King Heinrich, has brutally stripped the followers of our faith of rights, property, and dignity. It is God's will that this be changed. And since Heinrich is obviously disconnected from the good Lord, it is necessary that we bring our fair land back into the fold of the true faith, lest God's wrath be visited upon innocent souls.
And so it is our duty, our holy task, to force Heinrich to acknowledge the true faith! We must not waver in our dedication! We must stay strong! The longer it takes Heinrich to realize his mistakes, the more souls are condemned to the fires of eternal damnation. We must act now, before it is too late! Our task has been handed down to us from the Almighty himself. God's will be done! We march for Rostock, and from there, on to Lübeck, to Heinrich's palace itself. Go forth, and may God protect you, my brothers."
The man, whose name is Friedrich Reinhard, turns his horse around. He marches through the other hundred horsemen, who part to let him pass. Once he is ten feet in front of them, the follow, in ten rows of ten men, perfectly disciplined, perfectly in step. The rest of the army begins to march, slowly and in a disorganized manner at first, but then it starts to regain cohesiveness. The lines tighten and the pace increases. The clanking of shields and sheathes on armor is clearly audible from quite a distance. Five knights on horseback charge their horses up ahead of the column, obviously the scouts. They begin to search for any early obstacles to this self-styled "army of God". They will report back with any problems, but the zealous believers will stop at nothing to attain their goals.
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