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"You were ten, a boy at the time. Not as innocent as when you first came here but still innocent." She chuckles. "Everyone in town new each other. We were a peaceful folk. We kept to ourselves. The priests and monks provided us with our spiritual needs."

A strong stomp on the floor brought everyone's attention to Gertrude. She snarled, "Then in one fell swoop we almost lost it all."

This was not a memory you ever want to bring up. But now everything boils to the surface. Oh how you hate it. You were ten at the time. The day started out no different than any other day that came before. The senior priests and monks including Hermann had left before dawn to travel to the city of Emor for a pilgrimage. They left the younger priests to look after the monastery, the town's people and your brother acolytes.

You weren't the most obedient boy in the lot. With the older priests and monks gone, you sneak off into the woods to skip out on your lessons and chores. It wouldn't kill you to leave just this once. You were young and full of energy and curiosity. You brought a sack of bread with you. It was going to be your rations of the day anyway so no harm in stealing it from the kitchens. There was a stream of clear water somewhere in the woods too so thirst was not an issue.

One thing that truly caught your eye were some mushrooms growing on the forest floor. Now you listened to just about the right amount of lessons to remember that those mushrooms were poisonous. Mix them with your food and it would be enough to kill you in hours. Still, there colors are really bright and ease on the eyes. They're only poisonous if consume so picking them off the forest floor wasn't going to cause you harm. You decided to take them back with you keeping them in the now empty sack where you stored your bread.

It was starting to get dark and you didn't want to be in anymore trouble then you knew you were already in. But as soon as the forest gave way to the clearing of the town, you see something that alarms you. First you saw a large plume of smoke continually rising from the town. You wondered if the town caught fire. Then you spot one of the priests. He was bleeding from his stomach and his mouth. He sat against a tree dying.

"Ba-barbarians," he coughed with blood, "they came out of nowhere. They raided the town before we could even defend ourselves, killed all the men including the young boys and babies." He panted and wheezed. "They are intent of bringing all the capture women back with them." He coughed again. This time more violently.

He was bleeding profusely. The blood was starting to get everywhere. You had some on your hand from you holding on to his hand as a means to offer him some comfort. You weren't particularly close with this priest. But he had never done you any ill either. "R-run, princeling. Save... your... self..." And he closed his eyes for the last time.

You stood there next to his body as it dawns to you that all your friends are dead and that a horrible event has just befallen the town. The town's folk were always so pleasant and kind. You immediately saw red. That was the only color you saw. You hear loud booming laughter and you quietly and carefully trace its source.

First you saw the capture women. Their wrists and ankles bound with rope or chain. Their mouths gagged to prevent them from crying out for help. It was all deplorable in your eyes. Then you see the source of the smoke. They gathered up all the murdered men and sat fire on their bodies. Those damn barbarians wouldn't even give them the decency of a proper burial. You snarled angrily. But then you noticed that they were forcing one of the women to cook them their supper. Her eyes red and puffy from crying. This was Gertrude. She had a newly born infant daughter as well as a son and her husband. She was making some sort of soup or stew for the barbarians. That was when a thought came into your mind. You still had those poisonous mushrooms with you.

You sneak your way to the cooking woman. You tugged her dress and immediately gesture for her to stay quiet. You asked her if the barbarians were going to feed what she was cooking to the other women. You were delighted to know they weren't. You show her the mushrooms. To which she eagerly takes from you and dumped them into the cauldron. You watch from a distance later when the barbarians consume them.

And hours later, the barbarians were all either dead or dying. You then free one woman then another and another. The freed women themselves free other women. The women wept and mourned as they hailed you a hero for saving them and avenging the deaths of their loved ones.

The next day, the burnt bodies were all placed in a mass grave. You give the final prayers before the woman dumped earth over the bodies.

The older monks and priests came back almost two months later, shocked and outraged at what had happened. They informed the King, your father, as well other nobles and asked for their help. All they received in reply were empty promises. Your granduncle Hermann then sat you down for a heart to heart conversation. He thanks the Almighty above for keeping you safe and that the women were spared a terrible fate but he also ingrains in you that to take a life is no small matter. He doesn't berate you for what you did seeing as how it was the only thing that could have been done. But he also tells not to avoid doing such things and to never take joy at taking the lives of others.

"So why after all this time do you bring this up?" You demand as your trip down memory lane ends.