Zsofkia never went back on her word. She was a woman of many powers, the majority of which others could not explain.In the safe confinement of her caravan, she cleared a space upon the small pine wood table and took out a small, worn leather book. She traced the fragile pages with a single index finger to find the desired spell. Healing spells she thought. Possibly suitable, but then again something more specific was needed.
“Yes it is here. This spell is what we need” she traced her long index finger over the page. “Fig leaves must be found which will draw poison from her body. They must be fresh. Now of course the most important aspect, how to dispose of that wretched husband?” She mumbled to herself
“It was clearly not her choice to wed her husband, she loved another.” It indeed was true.Isabella had once mentioned to Katrina that she loved a tradesman but gave her very few details apart from the fact that he had a kind heart and her family forbade the match.
“Yes, it shattered both of their hearts and the young man was forced to leave the town. That’s all I know” Katrina coughed nervously at the fact that she had just disclosed confidential information.
“Then the boy must be found rapidly”
“Because he is the only one who can heal her wounds and fix her broken heart.”
“Her heart was truly broken?”
“Truly” Zsofkia nodded.
Katrina felt helpless. “Who might I speak to? I’m no use to anyone trapped in this awful place.”
“It shan’t be for long my dear, mark my words”
“Then why then?”
“You were too proud. You will require this!” She handed Katrina a small jar of the mixture that she had pre-prepared earlier.
“You must give this to Isabella some how, it will help ease the pain and aid healing”
“It must be applied 3 times a day to the skin. Make sure it is done.”
With that Zsofkia upped and left a rather offended Katrina. Me proud? Surely not! She thought.
As the gypsy had said a heavy key clicked in the lock one morning three days later. She stared at him blankly. He was quick to answer the question enscribed upon her face.
“We have no proof that you poisened the dress. The material was thouroughly checked and no reminents of poisen or chemicals were found. Your workshop was also clear.”
Katrina felt a little annoyed that they had entered her home without her permission She dreaded her return to “Little Bredy.” Surely word of mouth would mean that the tale would have been talk of the village.
“How much do you know about Miss Vine’s condition?”
“Miss Vine is stable, that’s all I can say”
“And her husband?”
“I can say no more.”
Katrina longed for more specific detail on the subject. Although the journey home was long and windy she had never felt so relieved to be back in her own house. Everything felt so unused. She hadn’t been away for that long. She tidied the place and lit the fire to warm the cold room. While she sat by the flickering flames the words of Zsofkia echoed through her ears.
“Isabella cannot like whilst her husband is still alive” but what could be done? She needed to think of a way to get the remedy to the family. At the stroke of midnight she placed a shawl around her shoulders and ran to Isabella’s family home. She placed the jar on the front door step and attached a note.
“This ointment must be applied to Isabella’s skin 3 times a day at any time. Do not fail to do so.” Signed by a well wisher. She knocked boldly on the front door and hid in the bushes watching cautiously. A maid answered the door. Funny that she should be up at this time Katrina thought, but she felt relieved that the note had been found. The woman looked from left to right but did not see Katrina. She crept away from the house and prayed for Isabella’s successful recovery. What was to be done about Isabella’s frightful husband?
To be continued….