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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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