Joan woke up in a strange bed in a strange house. A woman spoke to her in French. Joan had learned French and could translate easily.
"Bonjour, Princesse Joan. Nous étions sur le point de commencer," Good morning, Princess Joan. We were just about to begin. the woman's smile seemed as deadly as the knife in her hand.
"Ou suis-je? Qui êtes-vous? Qu'est-ce qui se passe?" Where am I? Who are you? What happened? Joan croaked in French. She felt awful.
"Vous avez la Grande Peste!" You have the Great Pestilence! the woman cried.
"Father!" Joan cried out in English when Father came into the rugged hut. But then he turned into Mother, and then, and then, and then the woman, acting like she knew what she was doing, cut open Joan's arm.
She screamed. So much pain came with this illness. So much pain! A clay and violet mixture was laid on her skin. It began harder and harder to breath. Welts the lady called buboes formed on her fair skin. Joan was hallucinating. Then everything went BLACK. BLACK.
She was dead.
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Adventures and Death Just Outside of Bourdeaux
Historical FictionDespite warnings of the "Black Death" or "Great Pestilence", Princess Joan Plantagenet travels to France.
