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–«Sining, you must go to Sining» –I thought in the Yantra, I imagined as I could, and
translated: «Siningto, Kula and Akula Svadi-lung».

Some of the lopas had put the leashes of the dogs in my hands. They were angry for the
presence of the diabolic vîmanâ and howled as if they were effectively the wolves of Wothan.

When I imagined the Yantra they went rigid and inclined their heads forward, prepared
to leave in fulfilment of the order. And when I ordered «Sining-To, Kula and Akula svadi-lung»,
occurred the incredible prodigy that the dogs daivas jumped from a kind of abyss which was
extraordinarily created before them.

I felt dragged by the leashes, hoisted in the air and transported towards the East, sunk
in an unpenetrable blackness that now occupied the place where seconds before were the
mountains Altyn Tagh. At being hoisted I the air, an abnormal weight in the legs put my body
in tension for an instant. I turned back, susprised, and warned that a human chain was hanging
from my extremities: the Tibetans had realized a set of tackles in the moment of the jump,
clutching himself between them and lifting to Karl von Grossen and Oskar Feil too. The gaze
slipped downwards and I contemplated stupidly the glen illuminated by the vehicle of
Shambalah and the campsite converted in a collective sepulchre: Reinhart von Krupp, dead; the
sentinels, dead; and at the entrances of the tents, were disseminated the corpses of those who
reached to escape but not too far. The buzz was deafening, frightening, paralyzing; the buzz
was called of the Death! Heinz, Hans, Kloster! I remembered my Comrades and I think that I
secreamed with impotence, before submerging myself in the blackness and lose the
consciousness.

Chapter XXXIV

Seconds later I recovered the consciousness: neither sings of the deafening sound or the
diabolic scintilla. The crepuscular light still subsisted for what I could verify, without any doubt,
that we were in front of a completely different place to the glen were Schaeffer camped.
Immediately came to my memory all the occurred, the attack of the mortal buzz and the fuge
thanks to the dogs daivas. I was still alive by miracle! But where I was? Because that evidently
was not Sining but a shore of a river, a brief beach at the feet of the slope of a hill.

I was seated on the floor, still sustaining in the hands the now inert leashes of the dogs
daivas. At centimetres from my feet, the rumorous river intonated the melody of the Nature. A

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