The fanaticism of the religious wars vibrated through their mockery.

Almost all of them were devout Catholics or fervent Protestants, but they believed only in the priests of their own country.

Outside of Germany, everything was despicable--even their own religion.
The mayor and the priest changed their places in the file, seeking one another.

Each, with solemn courtesy, was offering the other the central place in the group.
"Here, your Honor, is your place as mayor--at the head of all." "No, after you, Monsieur le cure." They were disputing for the last time, but in this supreme moment each one was wishing to yield precedence to the other.
Instinctively they had clasped hands, looking straight ahead at the firing squad, that had lowered its guns in a rigid, horizontal line.
Behind them sounded laments--"Good-bye, my children.

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