Page 104 - Revelation

Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– My God! No!!! – Axel uttered a bloodcurdling cry.

At the same moment, suddenly the grey sky was split by a sunray which peeked
from the clouds, illuminating the last path of the ill-fated victim... It gently touched
her pale, terribly emaciated cheek, as if tenderly saying the last earthly "Good bye".
Something flashed brightly on the scaffold – the heavy knife fell down and splashed
scarlet drops. The crowd gasped. The blond
head fell into the basket and everything was over. The beautiful Queen went where
there was no more pain or mockery... only peace...
Mortal silence reined in the square. There was nothing to look at any longer...

This was how a tender and kind Queen died. To the last minute of her life she
managed to stand, head proudly raised, which was then so pitilessly cut by the heavy
knife of the bloody guillotine.
Pale Axel, stockstill, like a dead corpse, looked at the window with blind eyes
and it seemed that life left him drop by drop, painfully slowly, carrying his soul very
far away in order to merge forever in the light and silence with the one who he loved
so strongly and selflessly...
– My dearest... My soul. How could it happen that I did not die with you?
Everything is over now for me Axel whispered with stiff lips, still standing near the
window.

But everything will be really "over" for him much later, in twenty long years,
and his end will be no less terrible than that of his unforgettable Queen...
– Do you want to look further? – Stella asked gently. I nodded, unable to say a

word.
We saw another crowd, raging in a wild
frenzy, and Axel in front of it. It happened
many years later. He still was a very
handsome man, only his hair was almost
completely grey. He wore a magnificent,
military uniform of a very high-rank and
looked the same as before, elegant and
slender. So, the same brilliant and cleverest of
men stood before a crowd of half drunk,
brutal people and in vain tried to outvoice and
explain something to them Regrettably,
nobody wanted to listen to him. Stones
started to fly toward poor Axel; the crowd,
kindling its malice with swearing, began to
push. He tried to defend himself, but he was
knocked off his feet. They began to trample
him brutally and strip off his clothes. A tall Count Axel Fersen about twenty years after
fat person suddenly jumped on his chest, the death of Marie Antoinette
breaking his ribs, and easily killed him
striking Axel’s temple with his knee-boot. Axel’s naked, disfigured body was thrown
on the side of the road, and there was nobody who would pity him, dead already.

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