A Mutual Accord

Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

P aris - 1554

Nostradamus entered a darkened apartment in Paris. “ You survived !” said a man dressed all in black in French as he rose from a semi-recumbent position. “ Congratulations, my friend. I had my doubts .”

“ You had your doubts! I was certain I was to be beheaded for my predictions regarding the royal family !” Nostradamus exclaimed.

“So what did she want?” asked his friend, moving slowly over to a table where a great book of calculations and predictions was laid out.

“She wishes me to move to the palace, and create horoscopes for her and her children,” said Nostradamus. “ Should I go?”

“You have very little choice. Either you do as she says, or she has you killed,” answered his friend. “See if you can get her to let you look at her boy’s ears, they need tending.”

“She wants you too,” said Nostradamus.

“ Me?” gasped the other. “Whatever for?”

“She heard I have a friend who is skilled in medicine and transmutation,” said Nostradamus.

The two men entered the throne room at the French Court. “ Nostradamus !” the page announced as the first man approached the throne and bowed low to Catherine de Medici.

“Your name, sir?” the page whispered. The man dressed all in black whispered in his ear, and the page straightened his head and announced, “The Comte St Germain.”