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the hierarchical order was descomposed and the charismatic coincidence was produced: Me and
the Comrades. All believed in me, expected from me, trusted in me.

The circumstance, it is clear, required a hero and a leader. I was conscious of it and I was
not disposed to lose the opportunity. For this reason I wanted them to rest before retaking
the quest for Ernst Schaeffer: there would be no more time later. Because, in that absolute
instant, followed without hesitate by my Comrades, and following the Path of Kula and Akula,
we would throw ourselves to the throat of the Enemy. We’d die or triumph, but whatever be the
case, out death or triumph would mean for the Comrades of Germany the order to fulfill the
ideal, the victory of the Führer. –«We’ll die for their triumph» –I thought, trembling with heroic
resoluteness. The ideal? As Baldur von Schirach would say, the ideal consisted in «Our Flag».

Chapter XXXI

Since then all happened very quickly, and in the same mode I’ll narrate it to you, neffe
Arturo.

Early in the morning we were prepared to retake the persecution. The totality of the
warriors hastened to take the weapons, as if we were, in any moment, to outbreak a battle: the
Tibetans inspected the arrows and the edge of their knives, and were waiting for the command
to march with one hand supported in the pommel of the scimitars; the Germans provided
themselves with loaders and hand grenades, and replaced the fusils Mauser for the
machinepistoles Schmeisser. Although the orders of Konrad Tarstein, indentical to the ones
that von Grossen of received from the S.D., demanded me to join pacifically to the expedition
of Ernst Schaeffer, I doubted that it was possible then. And von Grossen and the other officers

neither considered it possible. Not after they entered in such Valley of the Immortals, after
have seen that heavenly region in the midst of the eternal snows, that oasis in the heights of
Kuen Lun. Such site could not exist without surveillance. And the guards would not be disposed
to advance neither move back. Guards that, we sensed, would be much more terrible than the
duskhas.

Once we had just crossed the Threshold of the Valley when we stoped and camped. If we
were watched, the guards of the Threshold would not delay to act; hence our preparatives, the
certainty that something was threatening us and would be necessary to face it. We searched
Schaeffer, that was the main objective, but then the reality was that we were in a Valley of Hell.

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