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We rode without stopping until crossing the path Chang-Lam. Next to the brigde over
the Yellow River, in the same site where we found it, we left the Gurkha. He’d stay hidden
awating the rest of the expedition, i.e., the two kâulika monks and the five carriers. We, instead,
would continue many kilometres to camp in the mounts of the N.E.

It was not convenient to show ourselves by the moment because the attack to the
duskha village would cause the consequent alarm in the region and we ignored the reaction of
the official authorities of the Tibet, who perhaps suspected of our intervention.

It was dawn when we stopped, being evident that the good weather that accompanied
until then had ended. Dense clouds were furrowing the heights swiftly and a cold breeze, which
chilled us till the bones, announced unequivocally the imminent storm. It was about an ice
storm and the more protected place would be, paradoxically, the open field: if we would have
camped against the rocks of a gully we could end buried by an avanlanche. We encountered an
elevated depression, a small valley of 30 sq.m. surrounded by smooth slopes, and we were
dedicated to pitch the tents of the high mountains quickly.

At noon it was impossible to stay outside, because the breeze had become in pure
blizzard, and we had to take shelter in the tents: only the Tibetan Knights, as sons of Zephyrus
that they were, resisted with naturalness the inclement wind. Such scion of the N.O. monsoon,
was shaking the tents with violence and whistling a penetrating and gaunt lament, a whimper
that perhaps emerged from the sould of Ridgen Djapo crying for the luck of his worshippers.

Inside my tent, another storm threatened to burst. But this one was not caused by the
wind but the tempestuous attitude of von Grossen. For the Standartenführer the operation
against the duskhas represented pure entertainment, loss of time. His mission, reach the
expedition of Schaeffer, was not fulfilled; and the time was still elapsing useless. According to
his logic appreciations, now we were worse than before: –In first place– He reasoned– we didn’t
know the secret path that united the Gateway of Shambalah with the Door of Shambalah,
nearby the lake Kuku Noor; in second term, it seemed evident that we could not follow them
anymore as before, that’s to say, counting with the collaboration of the kâulika group, because
the Gurkha spies remained out from the expedition; and in third place, it was expected that
thoughout such journey little or nothing frequented would not existed settlers to inquire; but,
in fourth order, it would be very improbable if would have existed settlers, they would have
given us the required information, after that we discovered our contrary filiation to the White
Fraternity destroying the community of lamas of the Kurkuma Bonnet.

–How then, we would do to catch them, as the orders of the III Division of the R.S.H.A.
demanded?

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