Estevão, Knight of the Order of Santiago, mortally wounded, waiting for his beloved, Princess Rasha, next to the old olive tree, their secret place.
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"I waited too long for her, leaning agaisnt our olive tree, where we had been so often in our secret meetings... But I would not stop bleeding and my breathing was becaming increasingly sparse. The pain had spread up to the chest and I firmly pressed on the wound... Suddenly, her veil slipped from my hand, and flew towards the sky ... I raised my arm in a last effort, trying to grab it, but I knew I had lost it... as I had lost her... I followed the veil with my eyes, until it get lost in the immensity of the blue sky... A tear fell down my face, and with a last effort, I whispered her name ... "Rasha ... Where are you, my Love ...?"