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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

My world began to collapse, even without knowing what was happening... It was
enough that Caraffa mentioned my poor girl. There was no reason to expect anything
good of it.

– When the Pope was "busy" with me last night, a man reported to him that your
daughter left the monastery... And for some reason Caraffa was very pleased.
Therefore I decided to find a way to tell you about this. As far as I understand his joy
brings misfortune to others. Am I mistaken, Madonna?
– No... You are right, Your Grace. Did he say anything else, even the smallest
thing that would help me?

I asked in the hope of getting more, even the most insignificant "addition", but
Morone shook his head...
– I am sorry, Madonna. He only said that you had been absolutely wrong, and
that love never brought good to anybody ... if it means something to you, Isidora.
I could just nod, trying to put my scattering panic-struck thoughts together and
not to show Morone how deeply his news wounded me. Nevertheless, I pronounced as
calmly as possible:

– Let me heal you, Monsignor. I think that my "witch" help will be quite useful for
you right now. And I thank you for the news... even though bad. It’s always good to
know the enemy’s plans beforehand, even the worst ones, isn’t it?
Morone attentively looked into my eyes; trying to find in them an answer to some
important for him question. But my soul closed itself from the world in order not to
sicken... to stand the forthcoming ordeal to the end... And the cardinal met now the
generally accepted "high society look" which prevented him from getting into my
horror-frozen soul...

– Are you really afraid of him, Madonna? – Моrone gently asked. – You are in
fact a thousand times stronger than he! Why are you afraid of him?
– He has something which I am still unable to fight... And therefore I cannot kill
him yet. Oh, believe me, Your Grace, I wish I could find the key to this poisonous viper!
– Calming down a little, I again offered: – Allow me to help you. I shall relieve your
pain.
But the cardinal gently refused.

– Tomorrow I will be in another, quieter place. And I hope that Caraffa will forget
about me for a while. But what about you, Madonna; what will become of you? I cannot
help you from a prison, but my friends are quite influential. Can they be of any use to
you?
– Thank you, Monsignor, for your concern, but I don’t cherish vain hopes, hoping
to leave this place... He will never let me go... or my poor daughter. I live to destroy
him. There must not be a place for him among the living.

– I am sorry that I did not know you before, Isidora. Most likely we would have
become friends. And now I bid you farewell. You cannot stay here. The Pope surely
will come to wish me "good luck". He should not see you here. Take care of your
daughter, Madonna... and do not give in to Caraffa. May God be with you!
– What God are you talking about, Monsignor? – I asked sadly.

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