Temple Sword

Chapter 111 Elizabeth
She tore at the sweat-soaked linen sheet with both hands, nearly scratching her fingernails before she could reach it.Her body was covered in cold sweat from head to toe, and a few hairs escaped from under the hat and stuck to her face like sticky earthworms.

Her delicate, majestic beauty twisted in hellish agony, her back tensed into a horrible arch as she screamed again.

The terrible sound from her throat caused the priest in the room to sign the cross involuntarily, and made the women who were washing wet rags cry.

"I've never seen anything like this," shouted the oldest woman, looking helplessly at the pale priest, "I've never seen anything so terrible!"

The woman lying on the bed bit her tongue in unprecedented pain, and a pool of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.Her hands were tied all the time because she had self-harmed to get rid of the pain.At the priest's reminder, the poor woman's mouth was also gagged.

"How long will she be tortured?" sobbed a young maid as she tried to wipe the blood from his mistress' mouth and chin.The woman with bound hands looked at her beggingly, the maid's sobs grew more painful, and the woman let out another miserable scream.

Just as she screamed, a loud noise shook the entire palace.The oldest maid rushed to the window, opened it, and was horrified to see that lightning had struck a wooden tower, and it was set alight.

"Evelyn, my child, come here!" She waved to the crying girl, closed the window again, and put the bars on. "Go tell them the wooden tower is on fire so you don't have to stay here!"

Immediately the young maid threw the rag back into the bucket and ran out of the room.She was ashamed of her cowardice, but relieved that she hadn't watched her mistress suffer.Only the priest and the old maid remained at the bedside, hoping that their strength and skill would be sufficient for what came next.

However, the hostess was surrounded by waves of pain, her back arched again, her eyes rolled up, and she spoke nonsense that no one could understand, accompanied by bloody saliva.

Meanwhile, it's hell outside, with icy rain pouring down and winds tearing tents from the ground and taking everything in their path.The sun went out when it should have been shining, the horses went wild, the sky thundered, and lightning flashed across the terrible darkness.

The barred wooden windows were shaken by the storm, as if struck by battering rams from otherworldly armies, and the cross nailed to the wall was turned upside down. The priest felt that he could not delay any longer, he had to fight for this painful woman tied to the bed .

He grabbed the silver crucifix around his neck, kissed the carving of Christ on it, then turned it towards the woman and began to read in a confident voice.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit! Elizabeth gave birth to John the Baptist, the prophet of the Lord. Anne gave birth to Mary, and Saint Mary gave birth to the Savior of the world, and the Savior rose Ra Zalu also said..."

At this moment, the old maid jumped up to the upside-down cross, grabbed it quickly, but immediately withdrew her hand, looking in horror at the blood at the base of her fingers.

"At this time, the evil work of the devil!" Her face was as pale as death, "Someone must have cursed her!"

But the priest shouted angrily at the old maid: "My child, put the cross straight, believe in the Lord, don't question!"

"Oh yes!" The woman felt ashamed, and this time she touched the cross more gently, but she couldn't straighten her.So she took the cross off the wall and held it squarely in her hand.

The bound woman clenched the wooden tube in her mouth, closed her eyes and tried hard, while the priest shouted louder and in a more dignified tone.

"Lazarus come out!" he cried through the storm, "whether you are a boy or a girl, whether you are alive or dead, come out, the Savior calls you! Live to let the child come out of you, come out, the Savior Calling you! Stay healthy, amen, amen, amen! Come out for Elizabeth and her birth, and stop torturing the servants of the Lord! Christ triumphs, Christ reigns, so be it, be so! Amen!"

"I can see the baby's head!" cried the delivery maid.

The priest breathed out a sigh of relief. He thought, God is good, and He bestows beauty.During this time, it seemed that even the sound of the storm had died down.

"Strong, my queen!" cried the maid in Polish, leaning between Elisabeth Piast's thighs, excitedly forgetting the wound on her hand, "Come on, my lovely child, my little pigeon Come on, come out soon!"

The 17-year-old queen finally woke up. She was still in unbearable pain, but she had gradually escaped the unconscious madness and regained her sanity by a cold slap.

She gritted the wooden barrel between her teeth and pushed it with all her strength.The linen belt binding her left hand snapped suddenly, and with a burst of painful pushing, a small life slipped from her leg.

The old maid who delivered the baby picked up the blood-covered fetus. The baby felt the terrible cold in the outside world, blushing and crying loudly.

(End of this chapter)