The Rubbish Realm

Interlude 2a

From "Alistaire: An Autobiographical Work"
Dated (insert date)
I stared down at the pages. What did they mean? It was an old tome, supposed to have been from the great Beresford himself... with terrible handwriting. In all my many many years, I had never seen such absolutely atrocious handwriting, especially not in such a crucial and important tome. How had they been able to read it? Well, there was nothing to it. Despite the toll it took on me, I had to use my glasses, those which let me read anything. Surely they'd work on this, I told myself. Surely this is close enough to a different language for it to work, right?
It was not. The glasses did nothing, simply wearing me out.
So I squinted, bleary eyed. That's an L... an M... I brought out a second page of parchment and started to transcribe it, what I could decipher, and a prophecy started to take shape, staring at me from the page.
"If you seek the knowledge pure,
It is in a vault, secure.
Locked in someone's eldritch head,
He is very nearly dead."
And then there seemed to be two more lines scribbled on the paper that had been scribbled out. It seemed to be "--l-..." No, was that an I? At least the title of the prophecy was legible, in a different hand than the rest of the work - "Third partition of the League of Prophets".
The partitions? The legendary works said to lead to Alexistor? And he had found one, that of Beresford himself? I grinned as I jotted down the names of all 7 of the group, 7 the number of completion, of standard affinities (happiness never counted). His namesake, Alistaire, Tobias, Alexis, Clementia, Alexander, Amelia, and, of course, Beresford himself. And he had found one. Only six more remained to put together the prophecy to end all prophecies, the prophecy that wasn't even a prophecy - the location of Beresford's Bane's bane. Alexistor.
(The Editor notes that the next section of the work has been scribbled out.)
There appears to be one more line with the heading "The third line of the master prophecy".
"Surprised you will be, when you it see,"
While spectacularly pointless, it seemed, at the very least it was motivating. It has been in a hard to reach place, surely nobody could have moved it... but of course, that also meant nobody had ever found it. We were doing the impossible... though we already knew that.
It was just always worth a shot.
And with that, I turned back to the work. What could those two lines be?