The chronicles say that the most seductive man in Poitiers, France, in the seventeenth century, was called Urbain Grandier. And not only was he beautiful, but priest and confessor of nuns and women of the nobility. It was said that some children who were born among the women of the aristocracy were offspring of the handsome priest.
His behavior was not strange at that time. The clergy did not live very far from the life that other men wore, but Father Grandier, it seems, overreacted. It was not strange, either, that he was accused, in a massive and public way, of immorality by other religious, and by jealous husbands and boyfriends. The one who received the accusation was his enemy, the Bishop of Poitiers, with a niece victim of the seductive arts of Grandier.
Then jealous priests convinced the nuns of a convent, to declare that he had bewitched them. Said and done. It is not known in exchange for what favors, or for what pressure, the nuns declared publicly against Grandier, and they began to suffer convulsions.
Grandier was brought to trial. The nuns told that he had raped them in the guise of a demon, and had taught them to speak in foreign tongues. To defend himself, Grandier spoke to them in Greek. The nuns, ignorant of that language, kept silent. Those who tried to declare in defense of Father Grandier, were imprisoned and others had to flee to distant regions, including three brothers, priests.
In the end, after an infamous trial, Grandier was sentenced to various torments and to the stake, although he was promised to hang him before lighting the fire. Filled with horror, the nuns repented of the slander and at the same time were threatened with being burned at the stake. Several priests, especially Capuchins and Dominicans, executed the most horrendous torments against Grandier, to the point that the broken bones of his body were exposed while he was still alive. "A proof that he is possessed by the devil, is that he can not stand a lancet either on his buttocks or on his testicles," the indictment said. When he tried to speak, they threw buckets of holy water on him and beat him on the face with a crucifix. In the end they put the rope around his neck but they did not hang him, and they burned him alive.
His executioners died insane, shortly afterwards. One of them, Bishop Lactance in his agony shouted: "Forgive me, Grandier ... I was not guilty of your death."
Curious, the world of chess: no apology is asked for killing. It must be because there is always resurrected.
Here black kills without remorse:
1: Rd5+, Kc6 2: Rd4+, Kc5 3: b4 Mate.
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