Читать книгу Eternity and a day - Maria Spotlight - Страница 9

My hands trembled, my whole body vibrated as if the earth was shaking. I awoke from a nightmare. Had I really killed the pig? Yes, its blood was on my hands. As desperate as I had tried to wash the red lifeblood of the animal off my hands after the previous day, it was still there and would always haunt me.

It was still dark outside when I came downstairs to the kitchen and immediately helped my mother. Father did not greet me while he ate his breakfast with a smacking jaw. But he did not attack me either.

"Today is market day, so we must see to it that we finish the housework quickly before we leave", said mother, her bitterly angry tone towards me would probably never get any less.

I had completely forgotten that, how could I have thought of that after yesterday? After finishing the housework we left immediately. I felt an advantage at least once today. My brothers and my father left me alone. Father had already loaded the carriage outside and loaded the goods for sale on it. Eggs, fruit, vegetables, and meat. Boards for the construction of the bar were also on the wagon. Father always used to say that market transactions were women's work, and if we didn't come home with enough money, it had happened in some places that even mother felt his hand. It took us about an hour's drive to get to the next town and the next market place. The way there was carefree, no bumpy roads that cost us unnecessary time. A fresh wind blew, the breeze went through my hair, which I wore open today. I was finally away from home and could let my thoughts fly up and down with the wind like a feather. We reached the market place in time, several sellers had already gathered there, they sold similar goods as we did. So it was also always a fight that went hand in hand with the buyers' haggling. I helped mother to lift the boards from the carriage and set up the counter. Who had his stand where was determined by the traders themselves, in any case, the early bird catches the worm. Our stand was near the church. The place as such offered a lot of space for hustle and bustle and was fenced in by the houses of the townspeople. If you followed the street further south, you came to the remaining houses of the residents. Since it had rained here two days ago, the ground was muddy, and many had difficulties setting their goods properly. After several times at the market, mother and I already knew our way around and knew where the muddier places were. Today we had unfortunately caught one of them. Despite everything we managed to set up the counter for our goods quickly. I was fetching fruit and vegetables from the wagon when I noticed something. It came suddenly and with much discomfort. Over there, by the church wall, stood a figure wrapped in its own shadow. According to his stature, it must have been a man. He looked at me and in an uncanny way the discomfort disappeared and turned into familiarity. I stared back just as intensely. How long had he been standing there? I had not noticed him before, not even when we had come to the market.

"Emily, are you daydreaming again? Help me with the rest of the stuff", mother's grumpy announcement threw me back into the here and now. Once again I looked over to the church wall, the man had disappeared.

As well as I could, I tried to concentrate on the work, but the horrible pictures of yesterday were still haunting my mind. The fact that the market sometimes stank of rotten meat and fish didn't make the situation any better, nor did the fact that a horde of drunken men gathered in front of a tavern and bawled all over the place. As expected, the buyers haggled with us and not too little. Very often mother would make a bad bargain, I feared father would not agree with the amount of money we would bring home. Ignoring the noise and the smell at the market, I looked back at the church wall when someone came to our booth. It was the man from before, I recognized him immediately. He looked at me, his dark eyes frightened me, yet I could not turn away from them. In them the whole world seemed to lay.

"Forgive me“, he continued, „I hurt my hand the other day and now it hurts a little more. Could you help me?", he did not turn his eyes away from me.

"Well, can you not see that we do not carry such goods? We only sell meat, vegetables and fruit", mother teased him.

"Oh, how unfortunate!", the man was about to leave.

"Further down there is a stall, they sell herbs there", I objected, "the blond girl there sells them, but she has no idea about their effects. Ask her for some arnica, tell her it's the plant with the elongated leaves and yellow flowers. Boil it up, dip a cloth into the infusion and wrap the aching spot in it. Under no circumstances should you drink the infusion, it is only meant for external use. It should be better after a few days."

I myself was amazed at my words, they had left my mouth as if by magic. The man raised his right eyebrow, a benevolent smile flashed across his lips, briefly exposing his snow-white teeth.

"Thank you very much, my dear."

Then he disappeared. Mother pulled me to her by my arm and ended my trance.

"What's wrong with you? You should have chased him away instead of giving him advice, you stupid thing. And how do you know these things anyway?"

I turned my face to her, countered her with looks as disapproving as she looked at me. "I simply know."

She let go of me, I saw fear in her eyes. The day at the market was over, we'd sold everything. The profit was poor, as expected. On the way home, all I could think of was this mysterious stranger. I would never forget his eyes. The fact that I knew things I had not thought possible shocked me. But the words had simply slipped out of my mouth, as if this knowledge had always been there. While mother drove the carriage back I closed my eyes and thought of his eyes. And the darkness of his eyes enveloped my thoughts with their black wings.