It's April the 18th, 1521.

The previous afternoon, Luther had been hurried through the back alleyways of Verms

to avoid the ever-pressing crowds hurry up.

And then, finally, he had been brought into an assembly room for his first appearance

before the de-et.

The prosecutor indicates a stack of books on a table.

These books are they yours?

The books are all mine, and I have written more.

Do you Martin Luther defend them all, or do you care to reject a part?

Luther walks to the table and picks up a book.

This one touches on God and His Word.

This book is about the salvation of souls.

Christ said, he who denies me before men, him will I deny before my father.

He will say too little or too much would be dangerous.

I beg you, give me time to think it over.

Think it over, give you time.

It takes a very long time to write a single book.

Here lie dozens of your books, and you wish us to believe you require more time.

While the de-et consider his request, Luther stands, unblinking.

Once again, he hears an accusing voice, is it coming from without or within?

Then the emperor nods to the prosecutor, agreeing to give Luther more time.

He will have until tomorrow, April the 18th, to think it over.

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