"Your Majesty," Archbishop Olof Mårtensson of Upsalla began "While many people in our nation have seen the light and rejected the falsehood and corruption of the Papacy. However there are still thousands who continue to spread the lies and corruption of the Catholic church in Sweden. Your Majesty we must make them renounce Pope Clement and his lies."

"The Most Reverend Bishop is right. Baron Olof, take 50 of your best men and ride to the village of Trosa and give all of the Catholics there a choice. Join us, or burn."

"Thy will be done my Lord" Baron Olof responded

The village Priest, Father Martin lay on the ground beaten and bloodied.

"If you are truly willing to reject the falsehoods of Catholicism come here." Most of the hundred people in the village staggered towards Baron Olof "I want each and every one of you to give Father Martin here a kick in the balls" he roared his head back and laughed. "What too scared?" He spied a fat man in the crowd "You first." The man hesitated, Baron Olof drew his matchlock and blew the man's head off. "Anybody else feel reluctant?"

Once most of the village had completed the task Baron Olof turned his attention to the 55 people who refused to convert. "Andreas heard them into the barn and chain the door."

"Lets get moving you Papist whores!" He shouted as he spat in the face of one man. The rest of the men followed suit. "Devil's creatures!" one man shouted "Where's Pope Clement now?"

Once the villagers were safely locked away in the barn Olof addressed the crowd "I have one final test for you all before you can go on your way. Find torches."

"What for? We've already beaten our Priest to a pulp!" one man shouted

"You're more than welcome to join them if you so choose." Olof grabbed the man by the neck.

"No, m'Lord, fuck the Pope m'Lord."

The villagers quickly gathered firewood and torches and returned to Olof. "Burn them" he ordered "and don't look away."

Screams were heard inside the barn, screams of 'I'll convert or I was wrong' were the most common. Many just screamed due to the pain. Yet still Baron Olof never looked away.

"All right lads, let's move on to the next town."