[ WP ] at a wedding , someone is not who they claim they are .

The marriage was a practical one. There was little love between Johann and the peasant woman who held his hand, the woman he'd loved had widowered him 20 years ago. He'd wandered after that, finding work in villages when he could. Until he was introduced to Maria. She was nothing special, plain in face and in personality but she needed a father for her bastard son and Johann needed a home. 
 
 Mill work was n't a lucrative business, Johann had only barely enough money for the new Sunday's he was wearing. The only guests at the wedding were the woman's son and Igor who served as witness. It was Igor that owned the mill Johann had worked at for the duration of the winter. Igor that had housed him when no other village homeowner would. Igor that had recommended he marry the woman in the village. 
 
 Igor stood near the door of the small chapel and watched as the priest joined their hands solemnly and said a few words. Nearby Maria's boy was sitting on the dusty floor, drawing in the dirt. The child lifted his face toward the front as the priest spoke to the room, announcing the marriage official and complete. With those words another step in a decades long strategy was completed. Igor had played only his small part but it was as critical as any step so far. He had just one last part to play. 
 
 The new couple stood quietly at the front. Neither seemed sure what to do next. The priest walked out with a cough. A few seconds later the pair walked after. “ Come, Alois. ” The child's mother said without waiting to be obeyed. As the child stood to follow Igor caught his sleeve, “ Boy. ” 
 
 “ Yes, Herr Igor? ” 
 
 “ Do you know who your father is? ” 
 
 “ No, Herr Igor. ” 
 
 “ Do you want to find out? ” 
 
 “ How do you know who my father is? ” Courtesy forgotten. 
 
 “ I know many things, Boy. I am not the simple man you think you see. Do you want to know who your father is? ” 
 
 “ Yes. ” 
 
 “ It does n't matter. Herr Johann Heidler is your father now. ” 
 
 “ You said you knew! Who is my father? ” 
 
 “ Herr Heidler is your father. Believe it, Boy! Believe it, and your name will be remembered for generations to come. ” 
 
 “ Will I leave this village? ” 
 
 “ Yes. You will leave. You will become a father. And your child will become one of the greatest men in history. ” 
 
 A voice called in the distance. The child's mother. 
 
 “ Go, go to your mother. Go to your father. Go to Johann Heidler. ” 
 
 “ Coming, Mother! ” The boy called out the door. He turned back to Igor, “ Heil, Igor. ” 
 
 Here it was, Igor's last duty. With this final act, the last brick in their strategy will have been placed and history would be set. Igor, looked into the boy's eyes. Innocent eyes. He stood straight, snapped to military attention and declared, “ Heil, Heidler! ”
