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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation
father’s blood runs in your veins and our enemies will never give up wanting to destroy
you. Take care of yourself, my dear.
He patted his nephew on the shoulder and sadly
stepped back, disappearing behind the stone ledge, a
second later a cry and much noise was heard. Something
bulky fell down and then… Silence...
Svetodar rushed toward the sound, but it was too
late. Two bodies lay on the stone floor of the cave
grappled in a mortal embrace. One was an unknown man
dressed in a cloak with a red cross and the second was...
Radan. Svetodar shrieked and threw himself onto his
uncle’s body which lay motionless. It seemed that life had
already abandoned it, denying Svetodar the chance to
say a last farewell. But, it appeared, Radan still
breathed.
– Uncle, please don’t leave me! Not you, please... I
beg you, don’t leave me, uncle!
Svetodar perplexedly embraced his uncle with his
strong arms, carefully rocking him like a little baby, just
like Radan rocked him so many times a long time ago...
It was obvious that life was leaving Radan, drop after
drop flowing from his rapidly weakening body like a
golden brook... But even now, knowing that he was dying,
Radan worried about only one thing – how to protect
Svetodar... How could he persuade him, during these
remaining seconds, of that which he failed to pursuade
him for those twenty five long years? How could he tell
Maria and Radomir there, in that unknown world, that
he failed to save himself and now their son is absolutely
alone?
– Listen to me, son... This man... He is not one of the
Knights Templar. – Radan hoarsely pronounced pointing
at the killer. – I know them all. He is a stranger... Tell
this to Gundomer... He will help... Find them... or they
will find you. But it would be much better if you leave,
Svetodarushka... Go to our Gods. They will protect you. Radana Dagger
This place is flooded with our blood... There is too much
of it here... Leave, dear heart...
Very slowly Radan’s eyes closed. The weak hand unclenched and a knight's
dagger fell out on the floor, clanking. It was very unusual... Svetodar looked at it more
attentively. It simply could not be! This kind of weapon belonged to a very narrow
circle of Knights, only to those who once personally knew John. It had a gilded crowned
head on the top of the handle.
Svetodar was certain that Radan had not had his own dagger for some length of
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