Chapter 7: sick…
Violetta looked over at Giuditta. They walked down the cobble stoned pathway. Violet with the smallest scar on the side of her face. It stung with great pain but she didn't wince one bit.
"Who was that?" She asked as Giuditta started to pick up her pace. Her brown shoes tapping against the ground joyfully.
"He is a bookseller. He loves to read books, just as you love to paint and just as I love to sculpt. He is very mysterious…" Giuditta said in a horse raspy voice. She didn't sound to good. Giuditta slowly put her hand up to her head.
"Are you alright? Do you need help?" Violetta asked. Giuditta looked at her with a glazed eerie look then, she started to spin. Violetta caught her just in time. She laid her gently on the stones trying to find someone. Violetta touched Giuditta's forehead in fear. It was hot. She had to get someone but where?
She lifted Giuditta on to her back as gracefully as she could. She then tried to head back to the docks. They were nearby. She climbed up the stairs struggling to get aboard. She called out names.
"Rodolfo?! Luciano?! Arianna?!" She bellowed but there was no one near to her. She laid her on the cot and felt her head again. She wondered what or who could have done this to a poor woman. She sat there, and sat. She looked around for anything that could help. She found a small strip of cloth. Her delicate hands moved fast as she dipped it into a bucket of water she had pailed from the sparkling blue waters. She let it sit so fragile on Giuditta's head. Everything is going wrong!
She ran outside and opened the French doors not knowing what to do. She ran up to the wooden railing of the ship to see if anyone was coming. Nothing…the beauty of the buildings dulled and the oceans complexion turned a musty gray. No one to help her. No one at all.
She silently closed the doors behind her and watched Giuditta stir in her sleep until she fell into a deep sleep. Her knees to the floor leaning on the bed she was sound asleep next to Giuditta who was terrible sick.
Oh, what else could she do with no one around?
"Hello? Hello? Violetta, Giuditta, anyone home?" Arianna said with Luciano following behind her. On the boat the wooden planks screeching at every step. They walked toward the French doors. Arianna helped by Luciano pried the doors open.
Violetta startled by the sounds awoke from her slumber. She looked around to find Arianna and Luciano there. Looking o…so puzzled.
"I have no clue of what happened. But all I know is that she is coming down with a fever. She just fainted right in front of me. I don't know what to do." Violetta said. Arianna walked up and looked at Giuditta.
"It must have been the food we ate today. She was the only one to have a goblet of English White Wine. It was from a close friend of ours." Arianna sobbed. She turned her face away. "The wine was poisoned…or worse"
"It's sunset, what do I do?" Violetta gasped. "I do not want to leave our poor friend behind…" Arianna looked at Luciano.
"Run to get the others. Get help or someone please." Arianna said. "Violetta, lay down and go to sleep on the cot in the next room. You must, go back to your world or else . Just think about your home…while holding on to your beloved talisman." Her eyes had tears, even if it was behind a mask. She just knew.
"I will. Thank you, Arianna." She whispered.
Sadness…how it spreads
Duke Fabrizio paced around his room looking evil. He had a smug face and bright twinkling eyes. He just smiled as he waited.
"Giovanni… Come here! Where is that disgusting man! Giovanni!" he roared. He heard little pacing footsteps. Then, a man came running in with a huge piles of books.
"You were supposed to be here an hour ago! What happened?" Duke Fabrizio yelled, his face reddened in anger. Giovanni dropped his books.
"I bumped into this girl And she was badly hurt… She was with the Stravaganti woman. She had beautiful hair with different colors flowing through it. It was kind of mysterious though." Giovanni sputtered.
"YOU were with STRAVAGANTI!" He yelled. He was furious!