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return to Germany. Are you agree, Kameraden, with the Framework of the Situation and the
conclusions?

What else could we do Oskar Feil and Me, but to accept unconditionally the decisions of
von Grossen? The Tibetan monks, by their part, never discussed the orders and, once again,
were disposed to collaborate with our plans.

We would leave at dawn. Meanwhile, we formed a circle around the fire and embraced
each other to transfer us heat, posture that the dog Vruna adopted too. Notwithstanding the
reining cold at the dawning, all achieved to sleep, due to the great psychical tiredness that we
accumulated on the last days. We had none blanket nor coat, just what we were wearing, and
for this reason we tightened each other to avoid the congealment, although it was evident that
such place was not as cold as the summits of the mounts Kuen Lun. And about the weapons, we
just conserved the daggers and the Luger of Karl, Oskar and Me, and the two machinepistoles
Schmeisser that we had crossed on our backs: for this terrible weapon, we just counted with
two loaders each one, the same as the Lugers. Insufficent to transitate trough a country in civil
war, but always better than nothing.

All the kâulikas, on the contrary, had their daggers, scimitars, and quivers with the fifty
arrows. Otherwise, neither food, nor water, nor minutions of any type, except for what we
carried at the moment in what we fled from the disastrous glen. Were few things, very few if we
would have been much more lost in Tibet; they resulted enough to arrive to Sining-Fu.

Numbed of cold, since the dawn we marched parallel to the river Sining-Ho. Karl von
Grossen surprised as all at extracting from the interior of his jacket the letter carrier of canvas
and unfold a map of the West region of China. And from his pockets, as inexhaustible
Pandora’s boxes, appeared the inseparable compass, a scale-metric collapsible ruler, and a
capiler; useless elements, except the compass and the map.

Before leaving, I made a stone barrow and buried the infortunated dog daiva. I was not
accoustomed to pray, but in that occasion I concentrated some minutes and elevated my Self to
the sphere of the Gods, emplying the Scrotra Krâm to achieve that They could hear me: then I
prayed to Whotan, to him personally, and I requested him a vessel of Mead for the feat of
Heinz, Hans, and Kloster. Yes, I said to the Gods: this time They should celebrate for those
three warriors of the Eternal Germany, receive them as Heroes in the Walhalla; and, if it is
possible, they would have to make a place for the dog daiva, the dog of Shiva that transportated
the warriors flying as Vâyu, the Wind!

Originated in the most meridional systems of Nan Chan, the Sining-Ho descend to the
South and disembogues in the Tatung-Ho, after passing under the bridge of the Great Wall and
baths the walls of the city of Sining: the Tatung-Ho, by its part, continues to the S.E. and mix

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