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With exquisite delicacy, he went glimpsing to each one of the six tents and
communicating what happened to their occupants. Many, possibly, would have supposed that
the sentinel raved.

In seconds 20 or more men gathered, but it could not be distinguished who was officer
or non-commissioned officer because all were dressed with civilian suit. One of them released
an exclamation and walked closer many steps.

–I know you! You are the Standartenführer Karl von Grossen! What a hell are you
doing here, in the armpit of the Tibet?

–And I know who are you, Standartenführer Reinhard von Krupp –replied archly the
always well-informed von Grossen, remarking the grade and name of the officer. From his
years in the Gestapo, von Grossen conserved the bad custome to put some suggestive emphasis
at naming the persons, trying to make them understand that he had confidential information
over them or compromising.

–We are here for… –von Grossen was going to proceed, when he was interrupted by the
apparition of Ernst Schaeffer.

It is possible, and even more today, very probable, that Schaeffer would have lost his
reason irreversibly before such unspected spectacle. To comprehend that is must be imagined
what would be for him to have arrived to the Valley of the Immrotals, at one step form the
Sancutary of of the Mother Queen of the West and the Door of Chang Shamabalah, and warn
that instead of the Arhats appeared a group of Germans, one of them his sworn enemy. And
with him, inexplicably, was the propitiatory victim, Oskar Feil, and the disappeared Ghurka.

–Ahahahaha…! –He released a demential howl and claimed– shoot them, kill them all!

The , officers and troop, lifted their fusils but they waited for his Standartenführer
to confirm the order: Schaeffer was the officer of the Abwer and he had no direct command on
the Schutz Staffel. That indecision avoided an armed struggle of unpredictable consequences.

–They are Germans, the men of the ! –von Kupp tried to explain it, who was
astonished before the hallucinative attitude of Ernst Scharffer.

But he had extracted his Luger and pointed his gun against me, with the clear intention
to erase me from the world of the living.

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