Prologue
July 2, 1505 - Erfurt
"Come back Martin, you've dropped your pen," his teacher called out to him.
Martin had been about to exit the building, but he turned around and walked back towards his teacher. He was glad his teacher called him; his father would be most upset if he lost any more pens. "Thanks," he mumbled as he picked the pen up. His teacher might know law, but he was a bit of a dodder. He didn't really want to get trapped into a conversation with the old man, listening to him read from books for lectures was bad enough…
It was 20 minutes before Martin could break away from his teacher. Martin still did not care much for the man as a teacher. He had to admit though that he was a nice guy. It was unfortunate that he had taken his wife's death so harshly.
So it was that Martin was just opening the door when the large lighting strike hit. "St. Anne!" Martin exclaimed. It was probably the largest lighting strike he had ever seen. If he hadn't dropped his pen he might have been right under that strike. He had experience doubts, but this had to be Providence. He was now certain that he was meant to be a lawyer.