Jan Mattys used to preach about morality, and he was misunderstood.

No, that's not true at all. He used to preach about the best way to make a puff pastry. And no one could misunderstand how much he loved their delicate fluffy goodness. The bishops certainly understood all too well, and sometimes I wonder if that wasn't at the root of it all.

Yes, even when times were at their worst, when people were calling him a derelict and a drunk and all he could find to baptise people with was whisky ... Even then Jan Mattys could look to the skies and remember something purer and simpler. Pastry.

But the rough streets of Amsterdam - and Munster - were no place for purity or simplicity. They weren't those kinds of times. And I think that was what killed Jan Mattys in the end, just as much as the pike.