Winter...1523...the Diet of Worms seemed so very long ago to Antonias now. He'd been with Luther since the beginning. His breath was like steam in the winter air as he slipped into the night.
Though he styled himself devout, the all-consuming rage Charles had displayed was disconcerting. It seemed to Antonias the Diet was merely foreplay for the planned destruction of Antonias' friend and mentor.
For two years the mercenaries had hounded them. The shimmer of gold outshone the light of Truth to such men. As he fled, Antonias wept that he had no more devotion to give.