Disgraceful

Chapter 10

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It will work perfectly, won't it? How long will it take to cure the wound completely?"
Ava cast a hopeful glance at the little pot in her hand. A thick, dark green colored ointment inside the pot gleaming in the candle, its exotic scent filled the air in Madam Nora's little cottage.

"Certainly, it will cure any kind of wound in two or three days. Just try and you'll see the magic."
Nora answered without the littlest doubt. The fortune teller strained her eyes at her in a mysterious gaze.

"Get yourself prepared, young lady."

"For what?"

"Turn and twist of fate. It's coming your way, there's no stopping it, there's no escaping it."

Another absurd, indecipherable prophecy. She better went home now, before the night fell. Certainly she didn't want to experience another terror like the last time she left this place. It didn't stop her to come here again, though. Because she had to do it. She brought her pistol now, in her small reticule. Delilah was right. She had to bring it anywhere she went. Anywhere. Ava put a pouch full of coins on the madam's desk, intended to leave as soon as possible.

The madam's prophecy was highly dubious but the efficacy of her potions had been proven by many. On her way to the madam's house a few days ago, some villagers told her enthusiastically about how the madam's medication had saved their lives when the doctors already gave up on hope. She recalled a woman's story about his son. In an attempt to escape from a locked burning house, the man had broken his hand severely by crushing the door with his fist. The doctor suggested amputation but the man refused the procedure. Desperate to help her son, the woman came to Madam Nora and got her magic ointment. The man's hand recovered quickly and now he could do anything with his hand like nothing ever happened before.

She wished this medication would work its magic on him. She prayed he would completely recover from his injury and he would draw and paint and create many artworks exceedingly well as he did before.

As if she could read her mind, the madam reassured her.
"You needn't worry, child. He will be healed. My ointment will work."

Ava felt a shiver creeping up her nape. This woman knew the person she wanted to help was a man.

"But what cures the flesh, cannot cure the soul. His soul has been tainted by a fatal malady, and he would be tortured, he would be maddened, he would be breaking down, he would be incurable..."