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were murdered one year ago; but the killers didn’t reach to end with us. And for that reason,
Uncle Kurt left more that one year ago, assuring that he would never return. It is just me, with
the mission to find the Tyrodal Knights.
–I am so sorry for what happened, I knew how much he loved his sister Beatriz!
Precisely, I avoided the meetings with her for the fear to involve her and cause any involuntary
harm.
I bit my lips at hearing that truth: Uncle Kurt protected her for 35 years and I gave her
in an instant in hands of her executioners. The news Ms. Feil were not, otherwise, very
encouraging in regard to the Order:
–I fear that I could not do anything for you, because is very little what Oskar revealed
me about the Order of Tyrodal Knights. Of course, she didn’t give me any information about its
members or meeting places.
I looked her without being able to dissimulate the deception. My expression resulted
funny, because she smiled and encouraged me to have hopes: existed one possibility.
–We’ll do something, Dr. Siegnagel; is the only thing that is in my hands; and beg to
your Gods for it success. Oskar had a safety box in his desk where he had the things of the
Order. He recommended me many times that if «something» occurred to him, and someone of
the Order came to reclaim his belongings, I had to give back without discussion the content of
that coffer. But until now nobody, except you have requested information about the Order, so I
had never opened his safety box. What we will do, then, will be to examine the content of the
box and try to find any clue.
We went immediately to the study room of the deceased Oskar and, with growing
anxiety, I waited for Ms Feil to digitate the combination of the lock. At last it was opened and
the reserved objects remained at sight. The skinny esoteric heritage of Oskar Feil consisted in
two objects: a book and a vulgar magazine.
It would be difficult that someone achieve to feel my perplexity in that moment. The
book was an exemplar of the «Fundamentals of the Hyperborean Wisdom», by Nimrod de
Rosario, exactly equal to the one that Uncle Kurt gave me to read in Santa María, and that now
I had in my power. And the magazine, it was a number of Spot’s, with three years of antiquity.
Ms. Feil ended sharing my preoccupation and, unknowing how to conform me, or
wishing that the interview ends as soon as possible, she gave me the two publications. She was
convinced, she said, that Oskar Feil would approve her behavior because I was the nephew of
her most beloved Comrade, to whom nothing could deny him.
It is worthless to clarify that I inspected the book letter by letter, searching some secret
indication, some cryptographic message, some hidden hint, some key just destined to be
interpreted by the Hyperoborean Initiates. Very soon I had to discard that the book offered
such possibility.
And it is worthless to explain that I read and studied all the articles of the magazine,
searching there a clue of the Order of Tyrodal Knights. Very soon I arrived to the same results
that with the book: nothing; none indication. Disagreeable task this last one, because Spot’s is
a sensasionalist magazine of the lowest intellectual or moral level.
Crudely officialist on its political general line, it lacks of defined editorial criterion due to
its articles are redacted with the evident purpose to cause the low hit or the scandal, effects
that, naturally, are pleasant to its more than 2.000.000 of readers. The ethic limits of the

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