In my 36th year I met Michel de Nostradamus. That was 1555. Now 5 years later he has shared many visions with me. More of them bad than good. All have proven to be true. Today he offered another unsettling riddle,
Half her life now past.
A dozen plus three years of sunshine,
then two of darkness,
Half her life now past!?
Her life? Not my life, but hers. Who? Elisabeth? Claude? Margot?
A dozen plus three, 15 years of sunshine, then two of darkness, 17 years. 17 years more, with half now past? But Elizabeth is only 14. Claude 12. Margot 6. Half her life, 17 years, now past?
Half whose life??
My cousin Cosimo, Duke of Florence, his daughter Isabella is 17. Could this be her future? A woman I have never met? In Florence, a home I will never return to?
Is this to be her fate? And if it is, is it better to know? Or to live without the burden of such knowledge?
The secrets we keep. And those we share. Where does wisdom lie? To plan for a future to come? To live without that knowledge? Gift? Curse? I know not.
I have dispatched Michel de Nostradamus to Florence.