A Tinn’s tale

ut ofcourse, that day did come…

It was only a matter of days before the pastor, who was bursting with rage, had informed Earl Quinten and the latter had realised whom he was dealing with. At first he had only been disturbed and irritated by this tiny little accident. Not everyone could agree with everyone. Quinten Optima was a tolerant man and he did not wish his village, or his people, to be unhappy.

This reminded him of a boy in his birth village. This boy had been stubborn, like this man, and he had made trouble with the Church as well.. Quinten’s father had been Earl of this village and he lively remembered how the young man, who was his age, had sternly been lectured by father Optima.

What was his name again? He couldn’t remember.

Then it all clicked and Earl Quinten realised that this was the very same Dorus Paral, and now he was causing trouble in his own village! But that he shouldn’t, he couldn’t, he mustn’t let it happen. Quinten was visited by a strong desire of punishing this man. Tinn was a peaceful village, and none should disturb that.

He would lecture this man very sternly, then send him off on some pilgrimage to get some respect. And he should have to keep an eye on that family as well, who knew they might had inherited his ideas. It could very well be an heretics’ burrow.

‘Good night sir,’ Jeannes Pervarus touched his hat and smiled to Jon Lewis, who was out in the biting cold for an evening walk. A man like himself should always keep up with what was happening. He nodded briefly and walked on. He would often walk along the Old Road and then down to the water between the hills. Because it was winter now, children tried to walk on the ice. Sometimes they would hear a loud crack beneath them, and hurry to the shore. The old pastor liked to watch them at times. It made him think of his own youth, and of his daughter who was soon to be not a child anymore. Mary still liked to try and walk on the lake when it was frozen.

But now, it was dark and Mary wasn’t here and Jon’s thoughts could fly freely. He soon remembered about the heretical Dorus, as this was a common thought on his mind lately. He just couldn’t understand that a man like him could think and be so bold. He thought he had all villagers brought up well. A co-operative community.

And now this damned man came and mixed it all up, yes, he’d screwed everything! Pastor Jon Lewis didn’t like such men. He didn’t want them in this village and he definitely didn’t want them in his Church. So they had to get rid of him and his ideas.

How?

It was as simple as putting one foot in front of the other. Which he happened to be doing right now and he wouldn’t stop until he reached the old building he was heading to.