When they applied the brand of the heretic, I screamed in fury,rage and pain. That was a few days as far as I could tell. The Inquisitor like to visit multiple times a day to get me to confess my sins in front of God, which made keeping track of time difficult. I was no sinner.  My birth was that of a common man, born to peasant parents. Blasting, trumpets alerted me it was, time for my meager meal and my best chance to break these chains and run.