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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

Witch. It placed a huge reward on her head, if only not to see her alive anymore...

But the Cathars, especially the "old" ones, admired her outstanding courage and
loved her big and pure heart which gave light and peace to everybody...
– Where did you get all these details, Sever? You tell everything so minutely, as if
you knew her. – I could not help asking.

– Just a few persons knew the truth of her birth, Isidora. I was one of them. I came
at the time of her birth to "rejoice" for her Life... She was a Battle Magician... not
taught, but born with this rare gift. I named her Rada (giving Rа). Then nobody knew
what unforeseeable and difficult Fate awaited her.
From the beginning of her life the girl was clever and tenacious. Whilst she was
a still little child, Esclarmonde could communicate with warriors who had died a long
long time ago. She could easily move very heavy objects without touching them and
speak mentally. She was very talented, and sincerely proud of that. I visited her now
and then to advance her studies in the necessary direction. Every time I was surprised
how quickly and correctly the brain of little Esclarmonde worked! She always reached
for new Knowledge. She wanted to know EVERYTHING and NOW independent of
how difficult it was or how hard she had to work to get it! She showered the old Volkhv
Raiax, appointed to look after the girl almost from her birth, with her eternal "why"s?
He did his best to satisfy her thirst for knowledge, but she always found newer and
newer questions...
Years flew by. Esclarmonde grew up. The amusing curly haired little girl grew
into a beautiful young woman who surprised with her strength and wisdom even the
Eldest ones. She became a fearless warrior. The strangers called her a "wild huntress"
while her friends and followers called her a "sunny warrior".

That was a time of terrible human fires, devasting sieges and long and bloody war
with the "servants of God". Esclarmonde zealously fought for Occitania. She fought
desperately, with all her might and with any weapon that was at her disposal. Count
Miropoix, who loved her very much and was sincerely afraid for his indefatigable
relative, tried to somehow hush the bellicose Esclarmonde. But in reply to his
admonitions, Esclarmonde fought more furiously for her Cathars... She fought both
with magic and ordinary weapons. She wielded a sword splendidly (thanks to her uncle,
Count Miropoix). She led her warriors at night. Each of them was ready to give his life
for her. She knew her beloved mountains well enough and arranged night raids,
sharply diminishing the number of church warriors which surrounded Montsegur. In
the day-time, knowing the places of their camps, Esclarmonde used her magic and
brought down rocks on them, set their tents on fire and frightened their horses. She
fought... and was ruthlessly hunted... Crusaders were afraid of this marvellous, fair-
haired and blue-eyed Witch, who fearessly attacked them from the most unbelievable
and unexpected sides, exterminating them like a flock of ravens which devoured her
beloved Occitania. Esclarmonde fought.
But she was almost alone. All defenders of Montsegur were inside the besieged
castle. But Esclarmonde was kept out there. Her uncle, being the head of the defenders
of the castle, ordered her to fight outside, probably trying to protect the girl from their

bitter and tragic fate.

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