บท 402: Light of Hope

"Curse?" Colt murmured. "How can it be a curse?" On the collar, the menacing face slowly changed. The lip opened as if singing and thus, an eerie laughter sounded in Colt's ears.

"Oh, Solomon, born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday…married on Wednesday, sick on Thursday…sickness worsened on Friday, died on Saturday…buried into the dirt on Sunday…Oh, Solomon, this is your tragic life…"

Under a sudden bout of dizziness, Colt practically toppled from the carriage. In a daze, he saw a hunched old woman stand before a big pot. She stirred the thick stew with all her effort and tossed in intestines and blood. She laughed as she sang this song from the School of Choir. The curse came from thousands of miles away. Flitting past the water surface, those green eyes seemed to sense Colt's gaze and became mocking.