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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova.   Revelation

            the best burn... burn because of the most foolish lies.

                  – Tell  me,  Sever.  Has  Golden  Maria  ever  succeded  in  visiting  the  Northern
            Country? – I asked, again wishing to change the subject of the conversation.
                  Sever attentively scrutinized my face, as if wishing to get down to my soul. Then
            he sadly smiled and quietly pronounced:

                  – You are very shrewd, Isidora... But I cannot tell you all of that. I can only answer
            – yes. She visited the holy Land of her ancestors... the Land of Radomir. Wanderer
            helped her. But I have no right to tell you more... Forgive me.
                  It  was  unexpected  and  strange.  On  telling  me  about  the  events  which,  in  my
            understanding, were far more serious and more important, Sever suddenly refused to
            tell me such a "trifle"! Certainly, my interest became much stronger, allowing me to
            cherish hopes that somehow I would know it before I die. Somehow I will have time for
            that…
                  Unexpectedly the door swung open and we saw Caraffa on the threshold. To my
            surprise he looked fresh and satisfied.

                  – Well, well... Madonna Isidora receives guests! Very interesting. From the very
            Meteora, if I am not mistaken? The great Sever in person! Will you introduce me,
            Isidora? I think it will be very useful for all of us!
                  And  complacently  laughing,  Caraffa  sat  himself  on  a  chair  with  an  air  of
            importance.

                       Isidora-9. The loss of Anna. A Woman-Warrior

                  Caraffa stared rudely at Sever as if the latter was a rare exotic animal. For some
            incomprehensible reason the Pope’s face shone with confidence which frightened me
            more than his hurling "thunderbolts" of terrible dissatisfaction...
                  – Well, well, venerable Sever! We meet at last! Once I’d promised, I knew that
            you would come to me; I don’t change my promises, as a rule.

                  – Don’t flatter yourself, Caraffa. – Sever pronounced calmly. – I would never give
            you  that  kind  of  pleasure,  as  you  know  perfectly  well.  My  interest  is  in  Madonna
            Isidora. She is too valuable to be in your hands. But, of course, you are unable to
            understand that.
                  – Man’s value depends on in what way he can be of benefit to God. Well, Madonna
            Isidora, as you know, is a witch... and a very mighty one. Therefore her attitude toward
            God does not leave a glimmer of hope of her changing for the better. And, thus, her
            "value" for me and our holiest church comes to zero, dearest Sever.

                  – Why do you keep her locked up then, ceaselessly killing her family one by one,
            Caraffa? – Sever asked frostily.
                  –      Good heavens, dearest Sever! Madonna Isidora is absolutely free in her acts
            and  decisions!
            – And caustically smiling, added: – As soon as she deigns to give to me what I ask, she
            is free to go wherever she wishes, even if it be against my will.
                  The room "sparkled" with tension. The conversation, unpleasant for Sever and
            me, portended nothing good. But, apparently, Caraffa pursued his own aim (as usual,

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