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Hunger and pain. Part one.
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Adelard stared silently at the bed which was barely fit for his height. And perhaps there was only the bed. Never before in his life, had he seen such a room. Only now did he realize that he really was naive. All this time, he had been living in luxury, not realizing that life is really about black and white.
"Handsome, are you single? You don't have a wife, do you?" the woman asked, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"What?"
"You're so scared. Let me guess, you weren't one of the common people, were you?"
"I don't know what I was," Adelard replied, and in the next moment, to make himself visible, Armand began to cry loudly.
"And why do children cry like that? Is that what he needs?"
"Where can I buy milk around here?"
"There's a store across the street."
Adelard looked at her. It was a young woman with green eyes. She had a delicate face and a slender body, but nevertheless, it wa
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Immersed in her thoughts, she looked at him once more from head to toe and then brought his face closer and said, "You really are handsome. You want a job, then?""Yes. I can help you with anything.""Well, you said it yourself. And I'm just a kind woman who wants to help.""Thank you," Adelard said, slowly forgetting his past life. Not knowing where these stairs lead, Adelard still followed the kind woman with happiness in his soul. And when the woman stopped to look at him once more, he wanted to run away. But it was too late."You need to buy some new clothes. But you're already very handsome, though," she said, touching his hair. "I've never seen hair like yours in my life. They'll love it.""Who?""You're sure you're willing to do anything to start a new life, aren't you?" she asked again."Yes. The most important thing is that my child doesn't go hungry.""Yes, children are the most
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It was already night. A dark and damp night. It was quiet and cold. With a noise in his ears, Adelard felt a severe headache. The kind of pain that made him unable to think and to notice the fact that Armand was crying and slowly choking on his vomit. Breathing in the icy air from the open window, he recovered a little and only now hearing the call for help, he turned back and saw before him what had finally destroyed his heart. Armand was lying quite small, quite frail, on a hard bed. Around him was a brown puddle that had managed to cover almost half the room. And the little face was surrounded by slightly green vomit that kept coming out. The child had clearly been poisoned by milk, for he was running a high fever and even cramping. He was clearly suffering from terrible abdominal pain, which was getting worse by the second. Lifting him up in his arms, Adelard did not know what to do. It was only when he was able to feel his pain that he realized he was not allowed to be here. Al
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"We're going to see a healer. She's saved a lot of people. And I hope she will save your son too," the stranger said, moving mysteriously in his seat and then abruptly changing position. Now, he sat across from Adelard.Feeling the gaze on him and finally the eyes themselves, which glittered brighter than anything else in the world, Adelard asked, "Why are you helping us?""That's a silly question.""Yes. I know. But I'm just curious.""Does one need a reason to help?"Laughing, Adelard remembered his own words."What?""Nothing. Just wanted to say thank you."The stranger said nothing. And for the next few minutes they rode in silence. Only the child's weak heart was beating with the last of its strength, screaming words for mercy. The road was long and quiet. The whole journey took almost half the night. Falling asleep, seeing Celeste before him, Adelard trembled and called out
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"What?"Taking a few herbs out of the pocket of her dress, she put it all in a cloth bag and held it out to him."Do I need to drink this?""Yes. Seven days and nine nights.""What?""You drink it for seven days and then two nights. Understand?""Could you tell me more about the curse?""Did you lose something?" Bernadette suddenly asked.Putting the child back where he was, Adelard stepped closer to her and answered, "Yes. I lost everything.""And I see you were rich. A very rich and noble man.""Tell me, what is the curse on me?""You lost everything because someone put a curse on you. That's the reason you weren't feeling well," Bernadette said and walked over to him again, took his hands and pressed them to her heart. "You were in love. But you didn't fall in love yourself. You were forced. The spell came before love. It was that woman. S
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