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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova.   Revelation

                  Young exhausted Esclarmonde again appeared before my eyes... the inconsolable
            mother who lost her first and only child...

                  Nobody could clearly explain to her why they had to go through this... why they,
            kind and innocent, had to die...
                  Suddenly a thin breathless boy ran into the hall. He obviously came straight from
            the street because I could clearly see his breath.




























                           All that remains of the former Lavour fortress these days is just a tower and
                                        an old bell, still mournfully ringing the dead ...
                  – Madam,  Madam!  They  are  safe!!!  Good  Esclarmonde,  there  is  a  fire  on  the
                    mountain!
                  Esclarmonde jumped out of bed, trying to run, but her body appeared weaker than
            the poor thing had thought... She fell straight into her father’s arms. Raymond de
            Pereille caught his feather- light daughter and ran outdoors... And there, on the top of
            Montsegur,  all  inhabitants  of  the  castle  gathered.  Their  eyes  looked  only  in  one
            direction – at the enormous fire which burned on the snow top of the mountain Bidorta!
            That meant that the four runaways got to the point they had planned!!! Her brave
            husband and newly born son were safe from the savage claws of the Inquisition and
            could happily continue their lives.

                  Now everything was all right. Now everything was well. She knew that she would
            go to the stake calmly, because her most beloved people lived. She was immensely
            satisfied that fate had mercy on her, allowing her to know that and die in peace.
                  At dawn all the Perfect ones and the Cathars gathered in the Temple of the Sun in
            order to enjoy his warmth for the last time before departing to eternity. People were
            exhausted, frozen and hungry, but they all smiled... The most important thing was done
            – the descendant of Golden Maria and Radomir lived and there was hope that one fine
            day some of his distant great-grandchildren will reshape this monstrously unfair world
            and  nobody  will  have  to  suffer  anymore.  The  first sunray appeared  in  the  narrow
            window! It merged with the second one, than the third... and finally a golden column
            began to shine in the centre of the tower. It gradually broadened, embracing everybody
            standing in it until the golden luminescence seized the whole space.


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