Nostradamus free e-book novel - The Greatest Sinner Ever

“From ancient Greek times,” he said about the structure while at the same
time using it to take a rest. Michel, by contrast, was full of energy and
went exploring in the area while Jean took his customary little nap. One
day, the boy came back excitedly.
“A little ways over there, there are all kinds of holes hacked out of the
cliffs, Grandpa. Come and see!” But Jean quietly stayed where he was and
coolly explained that long ago, goatherds had made those holes for their
goats to protect them from predators. Apparently, he had discovered them
before. One time, he could barely get up and Michel had to literally drag
him home.
During adolescence, the young man began to notice girls and this was a
good opportunity for his mentor to speak about the marriage of two souls.
He explained how the male and female souls can merge together and the
male/female principle is represented everywhere in the universe.
“You mean there are male and female planets too?” asked Michel.
“The planets are, in principle, all female. That’s why they call our planet
Mother Earth,” answered Jean.
“And do we men have anything to say, in the cosmos?”
“Well, the stars are male, in contrast with dust and darkness, wich are
female. These eternal polarities are also the essence of alchemy.”
The boy spent the majority of his childhood outdoors with his grandfather
and his parents didn’t see much of their rapidly developing son. They only
got together at mealtimes. It was not only Michel and Jean’s fault they saw
so little of each other; Jacques worked at the notary’s practice all day and
Reynière, besides running the household, had her hands full with the
youngest children. Seven-year-old Antoine was a particularly challenging
case, because he always exhibited recalcitrant behavior. For the rest,
Michel got along well with his little brothers, but play with them? No,
there was little chance of that.
The seasons flew by very pleasantly, until that one sad day. They found
dear old Grandfather in his quarters. He had died of old age. Michel had
been watching him deteriorate for a while and knew the end was in sight.
Nevertheless, it was a devastating event.
It was drizzling on the day of Jean de Saint Rémy’s funeral. They took
turns keeping vigil with the body in the house, until it was brought out for
the burial services. All the family members were there. Old Pierre and his
wife had come all the way from Grasse, as well as Jean’s three sisters and
cousins from near-by Marseille. The Catholic prayer service took place in
the church of Selongey. The families walked to the church, where the
coffin had been placed. Michel’s grandparents were walking so slowly,
that he had plenty of time to carefully observe the fancy houses with
turrets at the Place des Halles. Finally they arrived at the church, where
many friends and acquaintances had gathered. At the entrance, a large man
with reddish hair accidentally bumped into Michel. His shoes were
covered in paint. He was apparently not an invited guest, but he wanted to
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