Nostradamus’s quatrains, or those of Michel de Notre Dame, astrologer, doctor, and alchemist, still do not let researchers rest. Practically all of his predictions that have been deciphered came true—better yet, they first came true, and only later were they deciphered. Why did Nostradamus encrypt them? Probably, as a humanist he knew that premature knowledge of his own future would bring nothing good to humanity.
The author fearlessly takes us from the Mysteries of Egypt to the brilliant atmosphere of Henry II’s chivalric court; we are stifled to the point of death by the bonfires of the Inquisition, and then we shudder at the bloody slaughter in the back alleys of Paris. And only after the fatal and unexpected denouement will we be allowed to catch our breath at last.