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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

could distract her from it. When she finally knew about what had happened to her

father, she shut her little heart from the surrounding world and lived her loss alone,
even keeping her beloved mother, the light Magdalena at arms length. She rambled

aimlessly for days, not knowing what to do with this frightful grief.
Also her brother with whom Vesta used to share her joys and sorrows was very far
away from her. She was too small to be able to cope with this severe grief which

unexpectedly fell on her fragile child's shoulders.
She wildly missed her darling dad, the best in the whole world, and could not
understand where those cruel people that had hated him and killed him came from?
She did not hear his merry laughter anymore. They did not go for their wonderful
walks... There was nothing at all which would remind her of their warm and always
joyful communication. Vesta’s suffering was very deep and almost adult... She had only
her memory of her father, but she wanted him back in flesh and blood! She still was too
little to be content with recollections! Yes, she remembered very well how she used to
curl up in his strong hands and listen to amazing stories, holding her breath and

catching every word in order not to skip anything very important... And now her
wounded little heart required all that back! Her dad was her fairy-tale idol... He was
her surprising world, closed to others, where only the two of them lived... and now this
world ceased to exist. Wicked people took it away, leaving a deep wound which she
could not heal.
All Vesta’s adult friends did their best to dispel her sad thoughts, but the child
refused to open her grieving heart to anybody. The only one who could help was Radan,
but he was far away taking care of Svetodar. However, there was one close to Vesta
who tried as hard as he could to replace her uncle Radan. It was Red Simon. Friends
gave him this nick-name because of the unusual colour of his hair – very bright red,
but Simon was not offended at all. He was easily amused and merry and always ready
to help, thus truly reminiscent of Radan. He was sincerely loved for that by the
Templars. He was their "safety-valve" letting them endure the troubles, of which they
had more than enough, with much more ease.
The Red Knight patiently came to Vesta every day and took her on thrilling long
walks, gradually becoming a real trusted friend for a little girl. Soon everybody got
used to his presence even in small Montsegur. He became a welcome guest and
everybody valued him for his easy temper and consistently good mood. Only
Magdalena was on the alert with Simon, although she could not explain the reason for
her watchfulness... She was extremely glad, more than all, on seeing Vesta happier
with every passing day, but at the same time she was unable to get rid of an
incomprehensible feeling of danger coming from Knight Simon. She knew that she
should feel only gratitude toward him, but the presentiment remained. Magdalena
sincerely tried to pay no attention to her feelings and just be glad that Vesta’s mood
was improving, hoping very much that her daughter’s pain would gradually abate over
the course of time, just as her pain was dulling, and only deep light sadness about her
kind dad would remain in her exhausted little heart... and recollections... They would
be pure and bitter, as bitter as the purest and lightest LIFE sometimes can be...

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