Jolanda aghastly looked in the open grave in which the coffin of her husband lay. In a tragic and inexplicable way she had lost it. Alone the police and doctors could not notice in which way it had been killed.
Jolanda was at the hole, looked rigidly to below, keeping a black rose in the right one. The parish priest already had concluded his comforting words for a long time and had the music stopped playing. But Jolanda did not stir. She stiffly stopped.
Your brother who further stood behind came towards her with firm steps, embraced her, tore her away from her feelings. As well as if one pulled out a sleeping one from his dream. Jolanda was so frightened and she put her hand to the forehead, with the hand into she held the rose, caused herself a scratch at the forehead by a thorn of the plant which began at once to bleed on this the. She turned round on the sales, stared into the mourners and at first glance was not clear, where she was.
Your brother fingered a handkerchief from his jacket, Jolanda tried to wipe the blood of the
forehead. But he did not make it since she beat him her hand away in front of her face. She seemed absent-minded so as if she wanted to say what I shall here and how I come here. She slowly looked around in the crowd until her look fell on the open grave again. It was falling for her like shed of the eyes at this moment. She was at the grave of her husband. The legs denied their service there. She collapsed into herself. Your brother still kept her at the very last moment, otherwise she would have fallen to her husband to the grave.
Your brother carried her to the car from the cemetery. Jolanda noticed neither neither as one put her on the sofa in the living room nor as her mother put a dampness cool cloth on her forehead. Jolanda slept and all night long, without waking up also only once the whole afternoon, the whole evening.
In the following morning she woke up merrily like always. She step on her room at first glance was surprised why she had well slept in the living room further not made any thoughts on it to herself, however, but went rushing, make fresh and clothe newly around himself.
Singing and whistling Jolanda minced down the stairs at whose end her mother stood. She was still dressed in mourning while Jolanda was wearing a coloured happy dress. Of mourning there was no more trace with her.
You do not find this dress a little unsuitable her mother asked?“ but child,
Looked at Jolanda down herself, however, nothing could discover what she should prevent to wear this dress. „Why shall I not wear this dress, then? it is clean and not torn up. Therefore, on the other hand, nothing speaks anyway.“
She ran further, straight past at her mother who stood there with a mouth torn up far without taking care further of her.
The mother put her hand to herself and made further attempt to dissuade Jolanda from wearing this dress. Yes, you have forgotten, then?“
Jolanda turned round. She stared into the eyes of her mother without losing her smile on the lips. „What shall I have forgotten?“
The mother did not know whether she should be horrified or shakes. She did not understand the girl. In the meantime this one had arrived at the stairs, said quietly to his wife and took her the father into the arms, too: „Leaves, perhaps she is that way better for her.“
She Jolanda had an excellent hearing and had heard the words of her father but had understood she not. She hooked after therefore with her father: „What is so better for me?“
„Jolanda let it be good, work, you had to do what this morning. It is neither hide nor hair.“ The father turned his wife round at the shoulders and left the room. She he had noticed, as consternated his wife was and how near it was for the tears. He did not want this show eyes Jolanda, in front of which.
Whistling merrily Jolanda left the house, climbed into her car and roared in a monkey speed of this. She wanted to have fun to the town, spend money. Finally she was the daughter of a rich farmer and money had correspondingly at the disposal.
She met a couple of friends in town whom she tried at once, too, to drag into her spell. But they understood just as little as the mother why Jolanda was so happy. Then finally she had lost her husband only a couple of days ago and one had put this one under the earth yesterday. Today, she really could not be funny and happy again there. No, her friends did not understand this. They preferred to leave Jolanda alone around this.
„Silly snipes, why since her then today so prudish?“ But the friends did not even turn round. She shouted „they then do not hold“ afterwards.
Had lost it thoroughly your desire at this stroll. Therefore it strolled without any aim in the town around when its look at a signpost fell over an entrance. There stood written in golden characters: Xelonia's magic
This shop magically attracted it. Jolanda opened the quiet squeaking door to slide it shut behind itself again. She was in a room come on diffusely in which several shelves were on the walls. In the middle a little round table on which several smaller statues stood. There was another door exactly
opposite the entrance which was covered by a curtain.
Jolanda had a look at the different objects in the shelves and did not remark how a smaller plump woman had entered the room by the curtain.
„Can I help them?“, she asked Jolanda who frightened her with these words.
The woman had remarked how Jolanda started had and apologized for this at once, too. „Excuse me, I did not want to frighten you. I had no idea that you were deepened about into the objects.“
„This does not matter I wanted ...“ She looked a small, chubby woman into the eyes and broke off in the middle of the sentence. Something in her told her she must know this woman. She yes more still had the feeling as if she already had something to do with this woman. But she did not come what onto it at once this was well. Therefore she asked: „have we met?“
„They have our question answered later, but they get further once.“ Xelonia, one of the back rooms Jolanda took hold at hand and she led in.
Jolanda followed her the situation into which she had stumbled silently let her proceed carefully. But her feeling said on the other side she could trust this older woman.
The woman offered her a chair, arrived in the back room, and Jolanda sat down on this. You watched like the little woman, to a just as little stove went and began to potter around on it. Jolanda heard how water was poured into a vessel. Then supplied the woman, which answered to the name Xelonia, so anyway it stood on the signpost outside, a can on the table, and poured the tea which she had prepared in this.
„Sugar?“ asked Xelonia, but Jolanda shook only the head. No, she never took sugar into hot drinks.
No, she never took sugar into hot drinks. Jolanda then composed herself a heart and wondered so casually: „What are they doing here actually?“
Xelonia looked at them with their big eyes and was about this question more than only astonished. „What I do here should be clear for you actually, my child. To come back to the first question you were here before and have asked me for help. I have sent you this help. You it is for your part, to
realize your share at our deal but now.“
Xelonia extended its hand so as if it wants to receive something.
What she meant did not understand Jolanda.
„I cannot follow them. Why I should have been here and I shall give what to them, for what also? About what kind of deal do they talk?“
„Merely say now you cannot remember any more why you were here for the first time? Or have you also forgotten approximately whom you have put under the earth yesterday?“ Xelonia quite calmly asked the questions.
Depth of folds formed on the forehead of Jolanda. It thought it over feverishly. Whom it shall have put yesterday under the earth. Could it be that her memory played a trick on her?
„I cannot remember having put somebody under the earth yesterday. Jolanda answered whom because also?“
Xelonia got up, fetched something from a drawer of the chest of drawers, this one stood and handed it to Jolanda in the corner of the room. It was the photography of her husband. And it was falling for Jolanda like shed of the eyes at this moment. She had lost her husband yes correctly. And this was buried yesterday. She silently looked at the picture. Disgust welled up in her. Yes she she hates this man. Which she was expecting a baby the man now who had raped her in the wedding night. A child who never wanted to have her.
„I have told it a hundred times I do not want children. And he approved of that before, too. What he then has caused, he has the death rightfully but then, how or else no-one.“ She remembered yes now again him and also the deal which she had made with this old woman.
"I will stand for my word. You get what you desire." Jolanda got up to go again. But she turned round, and thought once again: "Once again, I will go home to wrap up a couple of things. In an hour I am there again."
Xelonia nodded only briefly, got up and vacated the table emptily again.
Arrived at home Jolanda packed most quickly some things, like clothes, her toilet things, a couple of shoes and suchly other small things and the house wanted most quickly to leave again when her mother faced her to the way. "Where do you want and why do you take a grip along?"
"I would like some time away from here to forget Joe's death. Soon, I will appear again." It passed by the mother and left the house. It straight went to Xelonia again.
Jolanda lived there in a back room which was attainable only over a secret door. No man knew of this secret room, apart from Xelonia and now Jolanda either. The pregnant woman spent several months the child in this room, around there in due silence, which was shown for her by the hated man to deliver. And the day came. Xelonia prepared everything to the delivery and Jolanda gave birth to a little daughter after many hours of the drifts. Exactly the wish which Xelonia had. It had explained to Jolanda it needed a little daughter, so that it could pass its knowledge and its power on to a worthy successor about the witchcrafts. “You want to see the little girl?”
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