The citizens of Wildeshausen are tough negotiating partners. Oh, I had to invest quite a bit! Anyway! Generosity suits me, especially since it has paid off! It is the year of our Lord 1270 and I, Hildebold, His Holiness Archbishop of Bremen, have just received the homage of the Wildeshausen council and the citizenry. And how eager they were to show me their loyalty and obedience! But it was a hard piece of work! The diocese of Bremen had turned its attention to this pretty little town for a long time. However, it's not badly located here, where the main road to Flandern crosses the Hunte. It was very fortunate that the heirs of the founder's clan assured us spiritual rule over the monastery 50 years ago. After all, since 1231 every single head of the Alexanderstift came from the Bremen cathedral chapter. At the same time, however, the Counts of Oldenburg pushed into secular rule of the city. Yes, they even built a castle here! Well, that could only be fine with us, since the Oldenburgs had been in league with us for a long time. But now Heinrich the fletcher, may God bless him, the last remaining count of the Wildeshausen line has died childless. And the relatives from Oldenburg are already arriving! Count Christian sets up camp here, even seals some documents here, as if he were the master of the house! But of course we didn't bet like that! I immediately rushed to Wildeshausen to negotiate a homage with the mayor and the council. And you have to give them one thing, they didn't do a bad job at all. Oh, and how they negotiated! I had to grant Wildeshausen comfortable Bremen city rights, including the right to a defensive wall. I had to give them a pasture for their pigs and a heather meadow. I also had to revoke the duty on wine that Count Heinrich had only recently decreed, and I also had to promise duty-free trade with all the cities in my dominion. Last but not least, but which by then was no longer important to me, the councilors also demanded a house where they could meet in a manner appropriate to their status. Good, so I gave them a Wurt in town. And since I was in a giving mood, they were even allowed to choose which one! So of course they took the one that has the best location, in the middle of the city, where the main street runs and where is enough space for a market. Well, good luck to them! If the city is prosperous, it also benefits the city lord. And that's me from this day on! I wish that they would build themselves a nice, big, representative house. And may it still be here in many hundreds of years!