Chapter 701 - Halloween Arrangements Ⅷ (2/2)
”What do you mean by that soothsayer?” The stone masked Zeus demanded an explanation.
”That which I said, stranger, the natural end of all things, Death,” Madam O'Germanova darkly said with a thinly veiled sneer.
The stone masked Zeus seems to shake with rage, before coldly hissing, ”Continue, Gypsy.”
”As you wish,” Madam O'Germanova smirked, before raising three bloodied fingers in the air. ”The liver held three cuts, three exist touched by Death, the broken serpent, the roused lion, and the runespoor with three faces.”
”Three not one?” The stone masked Zeus sharply inquired further.
”As I have already said, stranger, three exist, three touched by Death,” Madam O'Germanova answered with barely hidden vile glee. ”Do ye not like the answers which have been given, stranger?”
”Do not try my patience, Gypsy!” The stone masked Zeus roared impatiently, before growling, ”And what of the heart, soothsayer! What did it say?”
”The forsaken will gather anew for Fate continues to weave her tapestry,” Madam O'Germanova murmured. ”Destiny has yet to be firmly written in the stars.”
”Good then is a mere foreshadowing of what may come to be,” the stone masked Zeus murmured to himself. They would have to move their plans forward, but all remained within their calculations. However, those touched by Death were capable of destroying them, they must be found and destroyed. The broken serpent was easy enough to deduce, their puppet. The roused lion, no doubt, Albus Dumbledore. And the runspoor with three faces could be only one of two, Reginald Prince or Gellert Grindelwald. Either way, all would die to ensure their life.
As one mind, the hooded figures begin to apparate away leaving only the stone masked Zeus behind. ”Farwell, Soothsayer until we meet again,” the stone masked figure cruelly jested.
”Wait,” Madam O'Germanova called out with hard eyes. ”The boy what is his name?”
”Thorfinn Rowle if you must know,” the stone masked figure scoffed loudly before he apparated away, they all did. There was a loud echoing wave of popping sounds until silence reigned and left Madam O'Germanova alone.
Madam O'Germanova began to violently tremble, before falling onto the cold, dirt ground kneeling before the cooling corpse. Her dyed crimson-stained, drying hands shake fiercely as tears of pain and rage drip down her face. It had been countless years since she wept and yet she wept over the body of an unknown youth. She could not return the youth's body to his kin lest she reveals herself. She could only return home with the body and bury him alongside her own. Her family for as long as they existed would care for this unknown boy as their own. In repayment and atonement for her sin that much she promised.
Drying her tears with her shawl, Madam O'Germanova crept to her feet. With care, she gathered the boy and placed him within the confines of the wagon, before snapping shut the carpet bag, and hurled it into the back of the wagon. She did not even wipe her hands clean of the drying blood, before setting off into the night. The sooner, she returned to her family, the sooner she could atone for her crime. It was all that she could do, but that much she would do.