The Holy Perfume

I came to forget my mother and life went on as usual. One night, I took my torch and followed my father secretly because during every night, he used to wake up and come back to bed after a certain time.  I was curious about what my father did during the night.

I kept following him and found that in the palace, there was a tunnel I didn’t know before. I entered it too but he couldn’t hear my footsteps. Truly, I was afraid. I raised my eyes and saw a lightened big room. My father reached there already and knelt down. I heard a strange voice saying: “From now, you are cursed”.

I turned back quickly. That voice was not my father’s. The following day, I decided to go back in the tunnel to see where that voice was coming from and to know why my father was cursed. At the age of five, my mother gave me a chaplet and told me: “My daughter, take this chaplet. You will use it to scare someone whom you will be afraid of.”

I took that chaplet and entered the tunnel again. I reached the big room. It was really scary. “Dorcas, where are you going?” The strange voice asked me. “Why did you curse my father?” I asked it. That voice told me that my father was a bad person and that he could kill me when he came to know that I was in that tunnel.

“Come closer and take off that cloth that covers that big glass,” that voice ordered me. I approached and took it off. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was the body of my mother. Beside it, there was a small bottle. “Your father killed her. Every night he comes here to splash that perfume in the small bottle on her,” the voice told me.

“Here it is – the Holy Perfume that can accuse him of killing my beloved mother,” I told the crowd in the court gazing at my father, the King of Takali, who was about to be given a death penalty.