Nostradamus free e-book novel - The Greatest Sinner Ever

“I am alive,” he teased, which made Yolande mockingly attack him with a
pillow. The plague, meanwhile, continued to rage and the doctor worked
around the clock during those days.
A few weeks later fate knocked on the Nostradamus family’s door.
Yolande and Victor got sick. Michel was confronted with it when he came
home from work, late in the evening. As white as a sheet, he diagnosed
them with the feared disease.
“It’s the damn plague,” he swore, when he was alone in the kitchen and
punched the walls with his fists. It was a horrible concurrence: the plague
fighter defeated at the home front. Deeply upset, he broke the bad news to
his wife.
“All my attention was on my patients instead of on you,” he lamented.
“Michel, please don’t blame yourself and promise me that you will go on
living with Isabelle.”
“I don’t know if I can live without you!”
“A higher power will come through for you, darling,” she tried to comfort
him. He washed their wounds as they appeared, prepared the best food he
could think of and hoped for a miracle up to the last minute, but to no
avail. His flower quickly faded and died in his arms. He watched the last
glow disappear from her eyes, and saw her spirit leave her body. The next
day, Victor also left his life and while he was kissing his son goodbye, he
heard his daughter calling him. Isabelle had been locked up in her room to
keep her safe. The devastated physician left his daughter in the care of the
servant for a day and brought the remains of his family members to
Puivert. His wife had wanted to be buried in the family grave. The De
Vaudemonts, watched in horror as a wagon carrying coffins approached.
Of course, they understood what had happened, but out of fear they left the
gate shut.
“This is killing us,” the count called through a window, “but there are
others here that I love too.”
“I understand. Can someone help me dig a grave at a safe distance?” the
son-in-law asked.
“No, sorry. Good luck,” the count heartlessly ended the conversation and
closed the shutters. Bitter and alone, the widower buried his wife and child
in the family grave, which was just outside the gate. His wife’s family
secretly watched from the castle. Back in Agen, the doctor took charge of
his daughter, who forced him to go on with his life. The first lie about him
began to spread through the city: Yolande, buried by her own father. That
evening, the maid knocked on the door. A heavily depressed Nostradamus
opened it as asked what was the matter.
“Doctor, I came to warn you. The De Vaudemonts have set the
townspeople against you. They are accusing you of purposely letting your
wife die, so that you can run off with the dowry. It is also being rumored
that you are a friend of the Jews. I had to tell you, sir, because I know you
are a good person,” and she ran away. Michel bolted the front door,
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