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Poor von Krupp! Neither von Grossen, nor me, imagined then that he would never
return to Germany…

Chapter XXXIII

I could not assure you, neffe¸if the first that we perceived was the sound or the light, or
the sweet and penetrating smell, unmistakable of the sandalwood smoke, or if we capt
each tattvas at the same time.

The men of von Krupp were already sheltered in the tents, except for the two sentinels.
The Gurkha and the lopas finished to arm our tents aided by Heinz. And the two
Standartenführer and I were still speaking. The Sun had gone long time ago and the dying
twilight left pass rapidly the cold night of the Tibetan summits. However, in one instant, the
glen started to be illuminated from the West, as if we were witnessing the dawn of a new and
dazzling Sun.

Befluddled, stunned, hypnotized, the three of us remained looking at the ball of light,
which crossed the ravine and advanced trhough the center of the glen, at not more than a
hundred metres high. Although the halo was extended tens of metres around the brilliant core,
was possible to distinguish that the hub was composed by four incandescent spheres,
intersected eccentrically inwardly. But such observation was just for a second, because the
sound that accompanied the resplandecent apparition avoided us immediately any other
perception.

At least for me, who spent the childhood in a farm of Cairo where honeybees were bred,
such vibration resulted clearly familiar: was the classical buzz of a swarm moving. It had
started as a faint rumour, as a light was at the beginning a soft fulgor, but suddenly it turned
insupportable. I think that the three of us covered our ears with the hands, to verify that
nothing achieved to stop the sonorous penetration. With the head between the hands, and the
brain drilled by the murderess wave, I fell on my knees completely bewildered.

I felt that I was going to lose my senses and, in a supreme will effort, I looked around
me. I saw von Grossen, still standing, convulsing and screaming, while at a few centrimetres
from me was lying the inert body of Reinhart von Krupp. Automatically I put my hand on his
neck, searching the pulse, but I realized that he was dead. My mind was clouded; an intense
airsickness caused me the sensation that all was turning around me; the nausea, initiated in the
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