Where the litters are overturned by the whirlwind and fingers are stained in porphyry the olde republic will be troubled by its people. At this time the elephant will rule wrongly.

Soldiers drawn away for a far distant fight. The borderlands will be most grievously troubled. South and west will know a greater struggle. The men of the moment will have their hearts tried.

The jaws of the Lion will be forsaken, when the waters no more suffice Charlemagne's sons will have made a constitution in Nice and Maastricht, a revenant time cannot kill.

Arrived too late, the act has been done. The wind was against them, letters intercepted on their way. The conspirators were nine of a party. By Caesar the Younger shall these enterprises be undertaken.

Through anger and internal hatreds, the greedy will hatch a great plot against the empty throne. Secretly they will place enemies as a threat, and will find sedition against his old adherents

From the enslaved populace, songs, chants and demands, while Hawks and Eagles are alike captive in prisons. These will in the future by headless idiots be received as divine prayers.

Because of French discord and negligence an opening shall be given to the Mohammedans. The land of proud De Gaulle will be soaked in blood, and the faces of the fair covered with shame and veils.

In the third month, at sunrise, the Boar and the Leopard meet on the battlefield. The fatigued Leopard looks up to heaven and sees an Eagle flying too high near the sun.

The great orso which I sense approaching will often turn (in various areas) then become worldwide. It will grow so vast and terrible that it will tear roots from the trees and children from the breast.

The nearest son of the sterling will attain A return to glory in the realm of the privileged: Everyone will fear his fierce glory, But he will burn out like a star breathing its last.






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