There was a temple in the shade of the savory trees; it was far from the city, from populated Berlin. There was a man there, a cunning man with a sharp beard, Ernest the priest. His words were believed to be the words of God himself, and his young followers perceived him as the embodiment of spiritual truth. One of these followers was young Johan, just a twenty-year-old boy, whose heart burned with faith and the desire to serve God. He came to Ernest in search of spiritual guidance and truth, not suspecting that his trust would be hostage to cunning intrigues.