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The doors, windows, awnings, curtains, foods sacks, the fodder and the looms armed
               beneath wide  corridors,  started to take different categories  of  combustion little by little. In
               some sites, the flames soon overpassed the height of the houses and the sparks invaded the
               environs; the fire was propagated relentlessly and the fire became general.


                      When the two kâulikas arrived to the final towers, at the twenty past one, the duskha
               village had been transformed in a giant stake. The uncontrolled mobs were trying the majority
               of them to escape from the suffocating heat and arrive to the lake or got out from the walls.
               The sentinels of the lateral doors, traped within the flames and the multitude, opened and they
               couldn’t avoid the pass of hundreds of terrified settlers. At that time, the two kâulika monks
               assumed very different attitudes. The one who was in the tower of the extreme right, went
               down with a rope from the wall and walked resolutely towards the place where the horses were
               hidden,  demolishing  unceremoniously,  with  mortal  strikes  of  the  scimitar,  the  disconcerted
               duskhas that he found on his way. The one of the left tower, prepared the rope to descend to
               the  exterior,  but  then  he  went  down  through  the  stone  stair  towards  in  the  interior  and,
               converted in a whirlwind of deadly lunges, he cleaned from enemies the environs of such site:
               was expecting the arrival of von Grossen’s squadron, which had to be already there.


                      A quarter past one. The numerous huddles of duskhas, reunited before the entrance of
               the  Monastery,  demanded  with  strong  voices  the  presence  of  the  lamas  of  the  Kurkuma
               Bonnet. Ignoring the clamour of their brothers, the monks had entrenched and were, probably,
               praying to Ridgen Djapo and the Gods of the White Fraternity.

                      It was improbable that in the interior of the Gompa, physical seat of the Ashram Jafran,
               would  have  existed a  fireweapon;  and  was  even  more  improbable  that  some  lama  would  be
               disposed to defend his refugee with weapons.


                      The fast apparition of von Grossen and the officers    was surprising and caused the
               panic of the settlers. Two grenades fell amongst them and they completed such scene without
               name. The explosions, in middle of the multitude, mutilated the nearer bodies and projected
               dozens  of  shards  in  every  direction,  teeth  of  metal  avid  to  bite  and  hurt  the  flesh,  beasts
               blinded  and  winged  that  killed  randomly.  Von  Grossen  just  had  to  shot  to  times  with  the
               machinepistole, to make that the rain of bullets disperses the mad crowd.

                      All the group took shelter preventively under the gallery of a beautiful Buddhist Pagoda
               of Tibetan style, with the finality to prepare the next action. Klostar and Hans, in the centre of
               the  circle  of  kâulika  scimitars,  they  put  down  their  backpacks  and  extracted  the  forty  rifle
               grenade. They tokk then the Mauser 1914 and inserted two of the in the cannon adaptor.





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