She reached down to the page and shakily shifted it towards him. On it, in french, were the lines of what had the feel of a poem or religious verse of some sort.

A sinner, once passed away will never return,
but the sins will never vanish, and the love will never die.

The hermit also spoke thus.

The blood of the Soldats will seep throughout the wilderness and flow into the great river.

She swallowed and shook her head, perturbed at the impossibility of it all, and of the fact that she had finally just seen this mysterious Altena in her vision. "I just... had a vision, but you should see this."