Luther Page #5

Just so.

Even as I myself was.

Doubtless Cajetan has informed you

that I was made cardinal

at the age of 13.

Albert's ambition

could still serve God's glory.

The Turks at the gates of Vienna.

The French are

yapping at my heels,

and Rome itself has

become an open sewer

filled with wild dogs

and cats by day

and brigands

and fornicators by night.

And this new

Basilica of Saint Peter's,

it's not just a building,

Aleander,

it's a symbol of my intent

to restore Christ's church.

And Albert could be

a minor blessing in that.

He offers 10,000 ducats

for Mainz.

But Albert is bankrupt.

You're well-informed.

The Fuggers will

lend him the money.

The imperial bankers?

An eight-year loan.

And how

would he repay them?

John Tetzel.

There, that's him!

Father John Tetzel!

Don't unfurl the banners

until the fire ignites.

Everything has been prepared

exactly as you instructed.

Welcome, Father Tetzel!

Come on, people!

Gather round!

Good people of Juterbog...

have you ever burned

your hand in the fire?

Even one finger

made raw by the flame

will torment you

throughout the night.

Is it not so?

Yes!

Imagine, then,

your entire body burning.

Not for one sleepless night...

not for a week,

but for all eternity!

Are we to be spared

the fires of damnation

on the Judgment Day?

Tonight, your Pope,

the vicar of Christ, sends you a gift,

a gift to save you

from such fires,

a special indulgence granted

for the building

of Saint Peter's Church in Rome...

where the bones

of the apostles lie moldering,

exposed to wind and rain,

desecrated by wild animals.

Take heed the words

of your Holy Father who says,

"Lay a stone for Saint Peter's,

"and you lay the foundation

for your own salvation

and happiness in heaven."

How? With this indulgence.

When? Tonight,

and only tonight.

Seek the Lord while he is near.

Here is your raft.

Take hold!

In Heaven, there is

a treasure chest filled with merit.

Merit from Christ Jesus,

the Virgin Mary, and the saints,

who, through their holy lives,

have merit to spare

for us poor sinners in need.

Tonight, that treasury

is open to you.

Do you not hear their voices,

the screaming voices?

Your deceased parents.

Grandparents.

Uncles, aunts screaming.

Beloved child.

Beloved child.

Because, for a few coins,

you can rescue them

from their punishments and pain.

Listen.

Open your ears.

Father calling to son,

mother to daughter.

When a coin

in the coffer rings,

the soul

from Purgatory springs.

God-fearing man,

do you have a coin for Christ?

Yes.

Gentle mother...

when the time comes,

make certain your crippled child

can run to Jesus.

These learned monks

are standing by

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