Originally read on March 11, 2023

I am fond of this "ignoble" baron because when it came to the fine art of child butchering, he skewed towards picking the heads clean off young boys. I think that's only fair, since girls are gobbled up everyday like chicken feed, that one should set the teeth of the hydra equally upon those little peckers. M. Bladh always commits to exemplary presentation; he is very fond of splashing his own blood onto his work. By the way, I don't care a fig for that one infamous maiden. Those who click their tongue when quasi-historians behave as if the stars guiding those characters did anything more than slightly cross in the night will be pleased here. Child buggering is a perennial and insatiable industry. You might try to give the smoke that rises into the sky from the pyre a name, so that it may seem itself an exception, but a quick peek behind the curtain reveals the stage is the children's crusade, and these children earn none.