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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

shroud of rain which ran from the rock that beetled over his head. The dark drops
sprinkled the walls of the cave leaving sinister brown traces on it... At the beginning
Svetodar did not notice it, being deeply in his thoughts, but then, on looking closely, he
gave a start – the water was crimson! It flowed from the mountain like a stream of dark
"human blood", as if Earth opened its wounds, uncovering all man’s sins, unable to
stand anymore of his meanness and cruelty...

After the first stream came a second, then a third, followed by a fourth and so on
until the whole mountain was covered with brooks of red water; there was so much red
water... It seemed that Magdalena’s holy blood called for revenge, reminding the living
of her grief!
The seething red brooks merged into one in the hollow, deluging the wide river
Aude which flowed in a stately way to the warm blue sea, oblivious to anything,
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washing on its way the walls of the old Carcassonne...
Suddenly Svetodar watchfully pricked up his ears... but then warmly smiled.
– Do you again watch me over, uncle? I told you a long time ago, I don’t wish to
hide!
Radan came out onto a stone ledge, sadly shaking his grey head. Years had not
spared him, imposing a harsh imprint of anxiety and loss on his light face... He already
did not look like that happy young lad – ever-laughing sun-Radan – who could once
kindle even the stalest heart. Now he was a Warrior hardened by adversity who tried
to save his most precious treasure – Radomir and Magdalena’s son, the only living
reminder of their tragic lives... their courage... their light and love at whatever cost.

– You have a Duty, Svetodarushka... just as I do. You must survive whatever it
may cost. Because if you are gone, it will mean that your father and mother died in
vain and that scoundrels and cowards win our war... You have no right to do that, my
boy!
– You are wrong, uncle. I have my right to do that, because it’s my life! I shall
not allow anybody to make rules for it beforehand. My father lived his short life
submitting to the will of another person... just as did my poor mother, because they
tried to save those who hated them, fulfilling the decisions of others. I am not going to
submit to the will of one man, even if he is my grand-dad. It’s my life and I shall live it
the way I consider necessary and honest! Forgive me, uncle Radan!

Svetodar got impassioned. His young mind objected to an outside influence on his
own fate. By the law of youth he wished to decide his fate himself, allowing nobody to
rule his life. Radan smiled a sad smile, watching his brave charge... Svetodar was
richly endowed with everything – force, mind, self-control and persistence; he wanted
to live his life honestly and openly... Unfortunately, he did not yet understand that there
could not be an open war with those who hunted him simply because they did not have
any honour, conscience, shame or heart.
– Well, you’re right in your own way, my boy... It’s your life. Nobody can live it
for you... I am sure that you will live it with dignity. Just be careful, Svetodar. Your

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When I visited those sacred places, I knew that the water in the mountains of Occitania becomes red because of red clay,
but the view of the running "blood" water produced an indelible impression indeed...
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