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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

before she can defend herself.

Suddenly I heard the sound of a noisily opened door. The infuriated Caraffa stood
on the threshold.
– Well, where did you "stroll", Madonna Isidora? – My tormentor asked in a
feigned pleasant voice.

– I wanted to visit my daughter, Your Holiness, but could not.
It was all the same for me what he thought, and whether my "sally" made him
angry. My soul soared far away, in the astonishing White City which Isten showed me,
and everything that surrounded me now seemed distant and miserable.
Regrettably Caraffa did not allow me to enjoy my dreams. On feeling that my
mood had changed, "his holiness" began to panic.

– Have you been admitted to Meteora, Madonna Isidora? – Caraffa asked as
calmly as he could.
I knew that he simply "burned" inside, wishing to get an answer as quickly as
possible, and decided to torture him until he told me where my father was now.

– Does it really matter, Your Holiness? You have my father who you can ask
everything which I am unable to answer. Or you did not yet have enough time to
interrogate him thoroughly, did you?
– I don’t advise you to speak to me in anything like that tone, Isidora. His fate
will greatly depend on the way you behave. Therefore, try to be more polite.
– But how would you behave, if it was your father now instead of mine,
Holiness? – I asked, trying to change the subject which began to be dangerous.

– If my father was a HERETIC, I would burn him at the stake! – Caraffa
answered with all the calmness in the world.
What kind of a heart does this "holy" man have, if he has one at all? If Caraffa
could say such things about his father, what intentions could one expect from him
toward others?

– Yes, I was in Meteora, Your Holiness, and I am very sorry that I will never go
back there. – I answered sincerely.
– Have you been expelled from there too, Isidora? – Caraffa laughed in surprise.
– No, Holiness, I haven’t. I was invited to stay. I left.

– That cannot be! Nobody would refuse to remain there, Isisdora!
– Why not? What about my father, Holiness?

– I don’t believe that he was permitted to stay. I think he had to leave. Probably
his time was over, or his Gift was not strong enough.
I thought that he tried by all means to convince himself of what he wanted to
believe.
– Not all people love only themselves, you know. – I said sadly. – There is
something greater than power or force. There is Love...

Caraffa waved me away like an annoying fly, as if I spoken complete nonsense.
– Love does not rule the world, Isidora. And I do wish to rule it!

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