Wednesday morning, May 7, finds our company in two places. Kazimir has found Delfig, and together they awake in the hay shed, just as the sun breaks the horizon on a bright, promising day. They quickly apply their ablutions and are headed towards the place of proposed meeting within the half hour, feet a bit damp from the dew. All about them farmers and herders are moving out into their fields and pastures, waving kindly to the interlopers as they pass.
Anshelm and Tiberius awake somewhat later, in the common room of the Pig Tavern, finding the space entirely their own. This is nothing unusual for the middle of the week. Helmunt has their breakfast ready, and as each takes their turn in the dung closet at the back of the building, the city has gotten a move on.
Anshelm and Tiberius take their breakfast on the front porch (Helmunt is bleaching the inside floor). A few patrons have settled into a table near our pair, and are filled with gossip. Another horse was killed last night. This one belonging to the stables of Johann Mizer. Something must happen, they say. This is the seventh horse that has been brutally slaughtered.
As if in response, there suddenly comes the clanging of armor. In minutes, some hundred heavy and light infantry fill the square in front of the cathedral. They form ranks, standing at attention, as the Captain of the City Guard, Hans Frinkel, reads a proclamation.
It continues for some time, but the principal words of interest are: “Until the perpetrators of this sinful act are caught and executed for their crimes, the town of Dachau has been placed under marshal law. Citizens and foreigners may continue to be about their business, but to leave or enter the town shall now require the signed seal of the Mayor’s office…”
It is not long before word of this action reaches the ears of the peasants outside of town, and as Delfig and Kazimir hove in sight of the front gates (from the proposed meeting place near the burnt out Inn), they see thirty soldiers posted there.