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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

could she tell her – so tiny and defenceless – about it? How could she explain that there
were people who hated her kind and light father, that they hungered for his death and
that none of the Knights Templar, his friends, were able to save him?

And she answered the way she always did – affectionately and confidently,
trying to calm down her alarmed little daughter.
– Daddy will not sail with us, my angel, just as your beloved brother, Svetodar
will not. They have a duty to fulfill. Do you remember I told you what a duty is? You
do you remember, don’t you?

We will sail with our friends, you and me... I know you love them. You will feel
fine with them, my dear. And I shall always be with you. I promise.
The little one calmed down and asked, now a bit merrier:
– Mummy, are there many little girls in your country? Will I have a friend there?
I am always with grown ups here... and they are not interesting to be with... and they
cannot play.

– Why, dear? What about your uncle, Radan? – Magdalena asked, smiling. – You
always have fun with him, don’t you? And he tells you interesting fairy tales, right?
The little girl thought for a second and then declared very much in earnest:

– Well, maybe it’s not too bad to be with them, with adults. Only I miss my friends
anyway... I am small, right? So, I think my friends must be small too. And the adults
should be at times.
Magdalena looked at her in surprise then lifted her daughter up and kissed her
on both cheeks.
– You are right, sweetheart! Adults should not play with you always, just
sometimes. I promise we will find you a best friend there! You will have to wait a little.
But you can do that, right? You are the most patient girl in the world, aren’t you?

This simple warm conversation of two lonely loving creatures became ingrained
in my heart! I wanted to believe that everything would turn out well for them and wicked
fate would avoid them; that their life would be light and kind! Regrettably, I knew that
this would not happen, just as in my case...
Why did we pay such a price?! Why were our fates so pitiless and cruel?

Before I had time to turn around to ask Sever the next question, a new vision,
which took my breath away, appeared...
Four persons sat on funny low benches in the cool shade of an enormous old
sycamore. Two of them were quite young and very alike. The third was a grey-headed
old man, tall and strong like a solidly protective rock. He held a boy of 8 or 9 years old
on his knees. Of course, Sever need not explain to me who these people were...
I knew Radomir at once, because he still preserved a lot of the wonderful light
young lad who I saw in my first visit to Meteora. Only now he looked notably grown
up, more severe and more mature. His blue piercing eyes looked at the world attentively
and hard, as if saying:

"If you don’t believe me, listen to me once again; and if you still don’t believe
then, leave. Life is too precious to give it to unworthy ones".

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