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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

Esclarmonde understood.

She felt forces beginning to appear in her as if from nowhere. Was it Magdalena?
Esclarmonde often felt this marvellous woman around her. She felt how she helped her
and taught her how to survive.
– How could it be that nobody has heard about her, Sever?! How could it be that
people know nothing about her?! – I exclaimed.

Sever sadly smiled.
– Why do you think they don’t know? They do know... only not who she truly was.
You repeat the same questions, my friend. It is Earth... and its laws are still the same.
At last they got to the castle and could calmly sit down and take a deep breath...
Emaciated to the limit, three of them fell thankfully into a deep sleep right where they
were. Only Svetozar looked into the emptiness with blind eyes, certainly trying to talk
with his Esclarmonde while still there was time... He could not forgive himself that he
had left her and she would die alone... He tried to give her his forces... at least what
had remained of them.

The master of the castle did his best not to disturb Svetozar respecting his pain
and understanding the hopelessness of his situation. He helped the best way he could,
but that was not in his power…
Finally the frightful morning came. People gathered in the main hall and kept
silence. Everybody had somebody in Montsegur. And now the only thing they were left
was to bid the last farewell. And even that they could only do from a distance...

Esclarmonde looked into the distance, trying to think of those who did not let her
to share their wicked fate and stay with them... her beloved uncle... her aunt Corba...
her cousins... her friends. She came to them so many times, invigorating them with her
words of support. And now they all went to their death... without her...
Suddenly she roused herself and sharply darted out of the door. Nobody stopped
her. Nobody even tried. Everybody went through their personal pain...
Esclarmonde could not just watch... She wished to fight! She was not able to
simply stand aside, seeing her friends off to death! The girl ran, gulping the moist and
cold air. She ran like lightning feeling no tiredness in her feet. Her faithful Warrior
soul yelled, expelling her pain. She would take her vengeance!!! She would take as
many of them as she could!

And she ran... and ran...and ran...
Over some time the Woman-warrior stood on a high mountain right in front of
Montsegur at the level of the fire of the convicted....

The sun peeked out for a minute and lit up her thick fair hair, shrouding her fragile
figure with a blazing halo. The woman stood motionless, as if expecting something.
And now people began to shout in pain. At the same time the singing began. The monks
sang! In that moment a howl was heard from the distant ranks of the besieging army.
Yes, yes! It was exactly a howl! It was Esclarmonde’s revenge. Having no right to die
(being responsible for the life of Vidomir), she could not reconcile herself to the loss
so simply. She exterminated crusaders by her magic. by her real force with which
old kind Gods endowed her. The Crusaders never understood the mysterious way in

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