Page 355 - Revelation

Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

Only several short minutes had flashed by from the moment they unexpectedly
appeared in the cave. The evening was still wonderful and quiet, but the darkness was
slowly slipping down from the tops of the blue-hazed mountains. The woman and girl
peacefully lay on the stone floor of the little "chapel". The heavy strands of their long
golden hair mixed together and turned into a wide golden covering. It seemed that the
killed ones slept... Only Magdalena’s heart, still pulsating, splashed scarlet blood out
of her frightful wounds. There were oceans of blood... It flooded the floor, making an
enormous red puddle.

I was so horrified and indignant that I felt weak at the knees... I wanted to howl
like a wolf, refusing to accept the terrible occurence! I could not believe that everything
happened so simply and unnoticed... so easily. Somebody must see it! Somebody must
warn them! But nobody noticed or warned. There was nobody around in that moment...
And two Light and Pure Lives broken by somebody's dirty hand flew away like doves
into another unknown World where nobody could do them any harm.
The Golden Maria ceased to exist on our wicked and ungrateful Earth... She went
to Radomir... or rather, her Soul flew to him.

I felt desperate pain and sadness for them, for me and for all who fought, still
believing that they could change something... Could they really? Was there any sense
in this kind of war, if all who fought died?
Suddenly another picture appeared right in front of me...
It was the same stone "chapel" and Magdalena’s bloodstained body still lay on
the floor. Knights Templar stood around her genuflecting... They all were unusually
dressed in snow-white long gowns. They stood around Magdalena, dropping their
proud heads and brooks of bitter tears rolled down their severe stony faces... The
volkhv whose friend once was the Volkhv John was the first to rise. Carefully, as if
fearing to hurt, he put his fingers into a wound and painted on his chest something
which looked like a cross with his bloodstained hand...

The second volkhv did the same. So they rose one by one, reverentially immersed
their hands in the holy blood and drew red crosses on their snow-white garments... I
felt my hair beginning to stand on end. It looked like a terrible religious rite which I
could not understand yet…
– Why do they do that, Sever? – I asked in a whisper, as if being afraid that they
would hear me.

– It’s an oath, Isidora. It’s an oath of eternal revenge... They swore by
Magdalena’s blood –
the most sacred blood for them – to avenge her death. It was exactly then that the
Knights Templar began to wear white tabards with red crosses. Nobody outside their
fraternity knew their true significance... For some reason all "forgot" very quickly that
before Magdalena’s death the Knights Templar wore simple brown loose overalls
which were not "decorated" with any crosses at all. Just like the Cathars, the Knights
Templar hated the cross in the sense in which the Christian church "honours" it. They
considered it a mean and wicked instrument of murder and death. That, which they
drew on their chest with Magdalena’s blood, had a completely different meaning. It’s
just the church totally "reshaped" who the Knights Templar were in reality

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