Winter 1672 A colder day than might be expected in this part of the world. At this time of year. The shutters still closed the only source of light two candles lit by the servant. The cold air struck him as he opened them. He dressed himself having declined an offer of assistance. A few remaining leaves hung tenuously from the Alder tree that clung to the steep bank of earth outside what passed as a window for his room. A few fell to the ground as he looked out over the Lake and the...