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And as we went approaching to it, a penetrating and sweet smell was the first that
caught our attention. It was a fragancy as sandal incense which resulted so out of place there
that we looked each other perplexed. Both recognized in the act such perfume for having
perceived it before, in different and dramatic circumstances: Uncle Kurt, in the Tibetan Valley
of La Brea; and I in the cell of Belicena Villca, the night of her death. But this just lasted a
moment because what came then concentrated all our attention.

Chapter XIII

It was seen that they would not be common huma beings. At midway, when we didn’t
separate us from the plane of the door yet and were not completely visible from there, this was
opened at a stroke to leave pass for two men of enormous body. One jumped outside and the
other remained in the threshold: contrasted by an inner light, we had in front of us the two
Asian Gentlemen, impeaccably dressed with their English suits of fine confection.
The first who went out was Bera, wielding a handgrip with two globes, the fatal Dordje.
Instantaneously he lifted the weapon against Uncle Kurt, at the time that his face was
decomposed of terror. I comprehended that the human Demon was not seeing Uncle Kurt but
the Sign of the Origin, the Absolute Truth of the Spirit that dissolved the Essential Lie of its
own illusory existence.
Notwithstanding I was going to shoot the mortal ray, but Uncle Kurt was faster. On the
run, almost without aiming, he pulled the trigger; and it was enough. The gunshot took Bera in
the midst of the chest, it lifted hima meter, and thrown him many meters beyond.
Simultaeously, I who was not precisely a professional command, stopped, aimed, and shot two
times, impacting in the stomach and in the chest of the Demon Birsha. The eighteen
ammunition, wisely spread by such magnificent weapon, crushed Birsha against the doorframe
without giving him time for anything.
–Soon! –Screamed Uncle Kurt, at seeing that nothing had remained stationary, resisting
myself to believe that everything ended–. Quicly, prepare the acid, Arturo! Hurry up, before
Avalokiteshvara be manifested!
–Avalokitesh…? –I asked surprised–. Gods! Avalokiteshvara, the Merciful! That was
the fail in my plan, about Captain Kiev warned us veiled! He had forgotten to
Avalokiteshvara, now he was it clear, and that forgetfulness could make fail the plan,
even cost our lives! The Great Mother would never permit that two of her best
children be destroyed: protect her children animal-men, calm the fear of their Souls!
And if she achieved to erase the fear fear of Bera and Birsha, just appease it, all my
plan would fall as a Castle of cards! We could even suffer a counterattack of the
Demons, already recovered, who then would know in which World find us!
To evaluate these possibilities paralyzed me. I untied the ropes laboriously and I wnet
down the carafe of acid of my back. Uncle Kurt displaying his extraordinary ability had already
extracted the heart of Bera, replacing it by a horrible gap by which emanated abundant blood,

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