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Show 24 Chapter 4 Not a Christian! I had never known anyone who was not a Christian. I had known many people who were not good Christians, but.... I wondered what he was. A pagan? An idolator? One thing was certain, I would never tell any of the Hamelin people that Gast was not a Christian, or they'd run him out of town, rats or no rats. Of course, I had heard the merchants of Hamelin talk about trading with Jews, who brought in goods from far away. Jews were not Christians, but somehow I felt that Gast was not a Jew. As soon as I had the chance I would ask him what he was. I thought about it all the way back to the bakery, but then I had to tell Master Hermann what Gast had said, and his rage drove everything else from my mind. "Five hundred schillings! That thief, that scoundrel, that vile foreign wretch...." He sputtered trying to think of other foul names to call Gast. I wondered why he was so furious, when he didn't intend to pay the full amount anyway, but I didn't dare say a word. I was hoping that in his anger about the money, he wouldn't notice Gast's other demand - that I work with him all the time. He noticed, of course. "Impossible!" he screamed. "Who would do the baking?" "He said that you and Hilde should do it." "He said WHAT!" Master Hermann's face turned purple and his eyes looked like they were going to jump out of his head. "The insolence |