Into this quiet Old country castle on its rounded hill-top there came, one April day in the year 1533, a baby boy – quite an ordinary mite in every way. No one guessed then all that the helpless little one would do when he came to manhood, or that centuries after his death his name would be held in loving reverence by a nation living far from quiet Dillenburg. The story of William, eldest son of Count William of Nassau and the beginnings of the Protestant Church.