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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

hearing and seeing nothing around...

Suddenly a small but very "domestic" fortress came forward from the "general
picture", which would have looked more like a large and comfortable house, if it had
not been for two funny square turrets.
A little blond boy of four or five years old played on the steps under a big olive
tree. Behind him a plump pleasant looking woman, who looked like a nice good-
natured nanny, picked apples under an old apple-tree.

A very beautiful fair young lady appeared in the courtyard and behind her I saw
... my new acquaintance – the knight Harold.
The woman was dressed in an unusual but, obviously, very expensive, long silk
dress the folds of which softly swayed, repeating every motion of her light, elegant
body. A funny little beaded blue silk cap peacefully reposed on beautiful lady’s fair
hair, splendidly emphasizing the colour of her large blue eyes.
Despite the incinerating infernal heat, Harold "honestly suffered" in his red-hot
knight's panoply, almost suffocating and damning the heat in his thoughts (after which
he immediately begged pardon of the "gracious" Lord which he had sincerely and
devotedly served for so many years). Hot sweat was pouring off him, strongly
irritating his skin and blurring his eyes, heartlessly spoiling the quickly escaping
minutes of their next "last" farewell. Probably the knight was going to go very far
away, because his fair lady’s face was very sad, despite the fact that she honestly tried
to conceal it as much as she could.

– This is the last time, my angel... I promise you, it’s true – the last time. – The
knight hardly articulated, tenderly touching her soft cheek.
I heard the conversation mentally; nevertheless, there was a strange feeling of
foreign speech.
I perfectly understood the words, but knew that they spoke another language.

– I shall never see you again... – the woman whispered through tears. – Never
again...
The boy, for some reason, showed no reaction either to his father’s forthcoming
departure or his mother’s farewell. He calmly continued to play, paying no attention
to grown-ups, as if it had nothing to do with him. It surprised me a little, but I decided
to ask nothing and continue to watch to see what would happen next.
– Don’t you want to say "good-bye" to me? – The knight addressed his son. The

boy shook his head, without even lifting it.
– Leave him. He is just angry at you. – The woman said sadly. – He too believed
that you would not leave him alone anymore.

The knight nodded, mounted his enormous horse, galloped along the narrow
street, without turning around and very soon disappeared from sight behind the first
turn. The beautiful lady sadly followed him with her eyes, and her soul was ready to
creep ... to run... to fly after him, no matter where, if only she could see or hear him
once again, even for a moment! But she knew that it would not happen and she would
remain where she was, and due the capricious whim of fate she would never again see
and hug her Harold… never... Large, heavy tears rolled down her pale cheeks, which

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