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through the Gergorstrasse. I stopped in front the 239, but I took off my goggles, and I observed
both sides of the street: not a soul. But the most curious was that, contrarily to the rest of the
blocks, that had suffered the demolisher attack of the bombers, the one that contained the
house of Konrad Tarstein was intact, as if the war would have not passed there.
Once again, as a thousand times repeated Rite, I knocked the moldy shackle that turned
in the bronze fist.
–Yes? –I heard startling voice of Tarstein through some aperture of the old door.
–I am Kurt von Sübermann; it means, Lupus, I am Lupus, Comrade Unicornis.
The door was opened and Tarstein, with extreme serenity, repeated once again.
–Come in, I was waiting for you. Are the 16 hrs. just in time for a cup of tea. If doesn’t
affect you to forward one hour in the English horary? –He inquired with irony.
–No, no. A tea will be ok. You don’t know what I have to pass to arrive here: literally, I
crossed a coomb of heavy ammunition. In those instants I didn’t know if I was goint to arrive
here; neither what I was going to find here. You will imagine my surprise at verifying that you
have not moved aside from your habitual customs.
–My estimated Lupus, it is not good for the health that an oldman like Me be changing
at this point his mode of life –He explained with renewed irony–. Come, let’s go to the kitchen
and take that tea, and forget for a long time what happens outside. Leave everything on that
couch, except the saddlebag that contains the Stone of Genghis Khan. Because, you have came
for that. Don’t you? You have risked your life one and a thousand times to comply with the
Black Order: you are admirable Kurt von Sübermann, a Knight worthy of the Führer, an Initaite
worthy of the Gods.
As many times, I entered in the modern kitchen and seated before a small table covered
with fine tablecloth of white linen. Tarstein prepared the infusion in a teapot of porcelain of
Shanghai and filled it with tea of the same provenance. While I savored it, more tranquil, I
observed Tarstein examining the Stone of Genghis Khan. He seemed shocked, something
insolit on him. Finally he asked:
–Do you know what is this? The proof that the Humanity has a chance, the concrete
testimony that the Gods of the Spirit came to treat with the Great Initiates that were trying to
make real the Universal Empire. If they would have triumphed in the XIII century, the History
of the Humanity would be very different and the Enemy would have not had the chance to
construct the Universal Synarchy in the XIV century: for example, it would have not been
necessary that Philip the Fair dissolve the Templars between 1307 and 1314 because Frederick
II would have had to liquidate them, willingly, in 1227. And you know why that did not
happen? Because, this Stone that you have brought was lost during seven crucial years, from
1221 to 1228. In reality, it was not lost but it was concealed, by design of the imperial plans.
Alas, Lupus: if this Stone would have arrived at time to the hands of the Emperor
Frederick II, perhaps my own family, the House of Tharsis, would have not been exterminated
in 1268!
I, naturally, neffe, understood very little of this. Just now, after reading the Letter of
Belicena Villca, the words of Tarstein acquire its real and dramatic meaning. In that moment,
Konrad Tarstein had noticed the bewilderment in my face because he procured to clarify with
other words the sense of that incredible Relic.
–Do you remember the history of the Emperor Frederick II Hohenstaufen? –He asked

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