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.“I’m beginning to understand the words.I understand perfectly well what you were talking about in the mine, because I never believed that this communication with my angel could happen.”That made Paulo feel pleased.And together they contemplated afternoon’s end.This time, Valhalla had not appeared for their walk in the desert.The glistening stones they had seen that afternoon were no longer apparent.The moon cast a strange, phantasmagorical light into the ravine.They could hear their own footsteps in the sand, as they walked along in silence, alert to any sound they might hear.They didn’t know where the Valkyries were meeting.They came almost to the end point, where the fissure widened to form a small clearing.No sign of them.Chris broke the silence.“Maybe they decided against it.”She knew that Valhalla was going to prolong the game as long as possible.But Chris wanted it to be over.“The animals are on the prowl.I’m afraid of the snakes,” she said.“Let’s go back.”But Paulo was looking upward.“Look,” he said.“They haven’t decided against it.”Chris followed his gaze.At the top of the rocks that formed the right wall of the ravine, the figure of a woman was looking down at them.She felt a shiver.The figure of another woman appeared.And another.Chris went to the middle of the clearing; she could see three more women on the other side.Two were missing.Chapter 39“WELCOME TO THE THEATER!” VALHALLA’S voice echoed from the stone walls.“The audience is already here, and they await the spectacle!”That was how Valhalla had always begun her plays in the city parks.But I’m not part of the spectacle, Chris thought.Maybe I should climb up there with them.“Here, the price of admission is paid upon leaving,” the voice continued, repeating what was always said in the city squares.“It may be a high price, or we might return what is paid.Do you want to take the risk?”“Yes, I do,” Paulo answered.“What is all this?” Chris suddenly shouted.“Why such dramatics, why so much ritual, why all of this just to see an angel? Isn’t it enough to speak with the angel? Why don’t you do as everyone else does: simplify the way we make contact with God and with what is sacred in this world?”There was no response.Paulo felt that Chris was ruining everything.“The Ritual That Demolishes Rituals,” said one of the Valkyries from high in the rocks.“Silence!” Valhalla shouted.“The audience gets to speak only when this is over! Applaud or boo—but pay the admission!”Valhalla finally appeared.She wore her kerchief knotted around her forehead, Indian-style.She usually wore it that way when she was saying her prayers at day’s end.It was her crown.She brought with her a barefoot girl, wearing Bermudas and blouse.When they had come closer, and the moonlight illuminated their faces, Chris saw that it was one of the Valkyries—the youngest of the group.Without her leather outfit and her aggressive air, she seemed only a child.Valhalla placed her in front of Paulo, and traced a large square around them.At each of its comers, she stopped and spoke a few words.Paulo and Rotha repeated the words in Latin—the young woman made several errors, and had to begin again.She doesn’t even know what she’s saying, Chris thought.Neither the square nor the words were a part of what usually happened at the performances in the city.When Valhalla had completed the inscription of the square, she asked that the two approach her.They remained within the square, while she stood outside.Valhalla turned to Paulo, looked deep into his eyes, and handed him the long leather belt she usually wore around her waist.“Warrior, you are imprisoned within your destiny by the power of these lines and of these sacred names.Warrior, victorious in battle, you are now in your castle, and you will receive your reward.”In his mind, Paulo created the walls of the castle.From that moment on, the ravine, the Valkyries, Chris, Valhalla, and everything else ceased to be of importance.He was an actor in the sacred theater.The Ritual That Demolishes Rituals.“Prisoner,” Valhalla said to the girl, “your defeat has been humiliating.You were unable to defend your army with honor.The Valkyries will come down from heaven to recover your body when you are dead.But until then, you will receive the punishment that the loser deserves.”With an abrupt gesture, she tore open the girl’s blouse.“Let the spectacle begin! This, oh warrior, is your trophy!”He seized the girl violently.She fell awkwardly, cutting her chin, and it bled.Paulo knelt at her side.In his hand, he clutched Valhalla’s belt, and it seemed to have an energy of its own.It frightened him, and for a few moments he left the imaginary walls of the castle and returned to the ravine.“She’s really hurt,” Paulo said.“She needs some help.”“Warrior, that is your trophy!” Valhalla repeated, stepping away.“The woman who knows the secret you are after.Extract that secret from her, or give it up forever.”“Not for ourselves, Lord, not for ourselves, but for the glory of your name,” he said in a low voice, repeating the motto of the Templars.He had to make a quick decision.He recalled the time when he believed in nothing, thinking all of this was simply dramatics—but even then, things were transformed, and the truth emerged.He was faced with the Ritual That Demolishes Rituals.A sacred moment in the life of a magus.“Sed nomini Tuo de Gloriam,” he said again.And in the moment that followed, he dressed himself in the role suggested by Valhalla.The Ritual That Demolishes Rituals began to unfold.Nothing else was important—only that unknown path, that frightened woman at his feet, and a secret that had to be won from her.He strode around his victim, and thought of those times when morality was different—when taking possession of a woman was a rule of combat.Men had risked their lives in war for gold and women.“I won!” he screamed at the girl.“And you lost!”He knelt and seized her by the hair.Her eyes stared into his.“It is we who will win,” the girl said.He threw her violently to the ground again.“The rule of victory is to win.”“All of you think you won,” the prisoner continued.“You won only a battle.It is we who will win the war.”Who was this woman who dared to speak to him this way? She had a lovely body—but that could wait.He had to learn the secret he had sought for so long.“Teach me how to see my angel,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm.“Then you will be set free.”“I am free.”“No.You don’t know the rules of victory,” he said.“That’s why we defeated all of you.”The woman seemed to become confused.“Tell me about those rules,” she said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]