Today began casually enough. Princess Isabella was entertaining her friend Ysidora when Mr. Nostradamus arrived. I was asked to fetch wine for everyone. I serve the wine and then BAM! Nostradamus just goes off with cryptic details about someone’s “midnight.” When I realize he’s talking about Princess Isabella I’m shocked. But even weirder was her reaction:
I have become obsessed with Nostradamus. My meeting with him was quite strange. He is perhaps the most direct person I have ever met. And yet I had the distinct sense that he wasn’t telling me something. The see’er who doesn’t see? The see’er who doesn’t tell?