“Well, then, suppose we begin out here with the rooms where Martin Luther stayed when he was a prisoner at the Wartburg.”
“Yes, yes, show us Luther’s rooms!” and the two children took Rudolf by either hand.
He led them across the courtyard, past the old stables now converted into a brewery; on beyond the barbican, the south tower, and the belfry, until they reached the Knight’s House, sacred with its memories and traditions of Martin Luther.
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t was here,” Rudolf explained, when they had reached the entrance to the Knight’s House, “that the great Reformer was kept in captivity for a year.”
“Yes,” Katrina interposed, “mütterchen told me this, and so did the lady with the silver cross; but they didn’t tell me why he was made a prisoner.”
“That was because he opposed certain teachings of his time, and,” her father added, forcefully, “had the courage to be steadfast to what he believed to be the truth.”
“It would be good, Herr Rudolf,” suggested Fritz, “if you would tell Katrina and me the story of Martin Luther before we go inside the castle. Then when we do go in, we’d understand and enjoy it all the more.”