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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

gowns, and a golden shine flowed softly from their extended hands straight into the
woman in childbirth. The stream was gradually thickening, as if they poured their
remaining Vital energy into her...

– They are the Cathars, aren’t they? – I asked quietly.
– Yes, Isidora, they are the Perfect ones. They helped her to endure. They helped
her child to be born.

Suddenly Esclarmonde uttered a wild cry... and in the same moment the baby cried
too! Gentle joy lit people’s faces. They laughed and cried, as if they saw a long-awaited
miracle! But perhaps it really was. In fact the descendant of Magdalena, their beloved
and reverent guiding Star, was born! Radomir’s blessed descendant came to the world!
It seemed that the people in the room absolutely forgot that all of them would go to the
fire at dawn. Their joy was sincere and proud, like a rush of fresh air on the expanses
of Occitania scorched by the fires of the Inquisition! One by one, they welcomed the
newborn and, happily smiling, abandoned the room util only Esclarmonde’s parents
and her beloved husband were left there.
The young mother looked at her boy with shining happy eyes, unable to pronounce
a word. She understood perfectly well that these moments would be very short, because
in order to protect his newly born son, his father would have to take him away to try to
escape from the fortress before dawn... before his poor mother would go to the fire
together with others...
– I thank you! I thank you for our son! – Svetozar whispered. Tears rolled down his
tired face.
– My fair-eyed joy... come with me! We all will help you! I cannot lose you! He does
not know you yet! Your son does not know how kind and wonderful his mother is! Come
with me, Esclarmonde!

He begged her, knowing the answer beforehand. He just could not leave her here
to die. Everything had been calculated so well! Montsegur surrendered but asked two
weeks, allegedly to prepare for death, but in reality they waited for the descendant of
Magdalena and Radomir to be born. They hoped that after that Esclarmonde would
have enough time to recover. Well, as they correctly say: "man supposes, fate
disposes"... So it cruelly disposed... letting the newly born come to the world in the last
night. Esclarmonde did not have any strength left to go with them.
And now she was going to end her short unlived life in the terrible fire of the
"heretics".

The Pereilles sobbed, hugging each other. They wanted so much to save their dear
light girl!
They wanted so much that she should live!
I had a lump in my throat. This story looked so familiar! They had to see how their
daughter would die in the fire, just as perhaps I will have to watch the death of my
beloved Anna...

The Perfect ones appeared again in the stone hall. It was time to say goodbye.
Esclarmonde cried out and tried to get up from the bed. Her legs gave way. Her
husband caught her, preventing her from falling down, firmly holding her in one last

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