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stomach, shuddered me in a violent arcade; and an increasing anguish in the heart, which was
already a declared tachycardia, produced me the impression that such organ wanted to jump
and escape from the chest. Finally, victim of a psychophysical attack, for which I didn’t know
any defense, I was fainting irredeemably. Laugh of Demons, Music of Hells, Harmony of the
Creator God of the Universe, in front of such disintegrator force of the Soul. What remained of
the Hero, the charismatic leader, the Initaite who hours before was guiding his legion disposed
to fight against the enemies of the Earth or Heaven? Very little, neffe, very little. Just a spark of
will.

Extempore I was invaded by a strong tremble and I delayed to notice that Bangi had
caught me by the shoulders and was shaking me with rudeness. Within mists, I recognized him
yelling before me; the eight lopas were there too: two were dragging Oskar Feil; other two
sustaining von Grossen; one of them ran with the dogs daivas, which were tied to an extreme of
the campsite; and the others were tracing feverishly circles and signs on the ground with their
scimitars, while they were intonating mantrams and adopting warrior mudras. The ball of light
was already upon us and the buzz of the bees reached its highest intensity. Wheter for the
shaking of Bangi, or for the effect of the yantras of the lopas, the truth is that I recovered the
lucidity in part; the enough as to comprehend the dramatic words of the Ghurka.

–Shivatulku! Shivatulku! – He was calling impatiently, without stopping jostling me,
act that culminated with two impetuous slaps. With a head movement I made him understand
that I was hearing him.

–O Pawo: take us out of here! Soon or the Vîmanâ of Shambalah will destroy us!

–H…how? How I’ll do it, if I can’t remain standing? –babbled despondent.

–The dogs daivas. O Dubtob! Order to the dogs daivas to guide you flying to a destiny
out of here! Do you understand me?

I assented, even though I didn’t comprehend the request of the Gurkha completely.

–What must I do to make fly the dogs daivas? –I interrogated myself absurdly, but with
a voice sufficiently high as to make that Srivirya speak. The lopa, was evidently attentive to my
reactions.

–Name them as if they were identical to Kyungta, the Garuda bird who transport the
Gods; or as Lungta, the Pegasus horse that accomplishes same function! Say to them Svadi-
lung; Kula and Akula Svadi-lung; and they will fly!

Destiny? What destiny? My head seemed that was going to burst. Pehaps was the
unconscious, perhaps the Scrotra Krâm, but the positive was that an Inner Voice said me:
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