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hesitate, because the parchment clearly indicated that there was a way out. They saw niches dug into the walls, which contained skulls and large piles of bones, some seemingly human.
    “This must be the Yetis’ cemetery,” Dil Bahadur had commented.
    A breath of moist, warm air, like nothing they had ever felt, announced the end of the canyon.
    Tensing was the first to step out, followed closely by his disciple. When Dil Bahadur saw the landscape that lay before them, he thought he must be on another planet. If he hadn’t been so weighed down by bodily fatigue, and if his stomach weren’t churning from the stink of the sulfur, he would have thought he had made an astral journey.
    “There it is: the Valley of the Yetis,” the lama announced.
    Before them stretched a volcanic mesa dotted with patches of harsh gray-green vegetation: dense shrubs and giant mushrooms of various shapes and colors were growing everywhere. They saw rushing streams and bubbling pools of water, strange rock formations, and tall columns of white smoke billowing from the ground. A delicate fog floated on the air, erasing shapes in the distance and giving the valley the look of a dreamscape. The visitors felt they had left reality behind, as if they had entered another dimension.After the intense cold of traveling through the mountains for so many days, that warm vapor was a true gift to the senses despite the lingering, nauseating odor that thankfully was less intense here than in the canyon.
    “In olden days, certain lamas, carefully selected for their physical endurance and spiritual fortitude, made this journey once every twenty years to collect the medicinal plants that do not grow anywhere else,” Tensing explained.
    He said that in 1950 Tibet had been invaded by the Chinese, who destroyed more than six thousand monasteries and shut down the rest. Most of the lamas left to live in other countries, such as India and Nepal, carrying the teachings of Buddha into exile. Instead of snuffing out Buddhism, as the invading Chinese intended, the lamas accomplished exactly the opposite: they spread it throughout the world. Even so, much of the knowledge about medicine, as well as the lamas’ psychic practices, was lost.
    “The plants were dried, ground, and mixed with other ingredients. One gram of those powders may be more precious than all the world’s gold, Dil Bahadur,” his master told him.
    “We can’t carry many plants. Too bad we didn’t bring a yak,” the youth commented.
    “Possibly a yak would not willingly have crossed these mountains; I do not see a yak keeping its footing with a staff, Dil Bahadur,” said the master. “We will carry what we can.”
    They entered the mysterious valley, and after walking for a short time they saw something that resembled skeletons. The lama informed his disciple that they were the petrified bones of animals that roamed before the universal flood. He got down on all fours and began to search the ground until he found a dark rock with red spots.
    “This is dragon excrement, Dil Bahadur. It has magical properties.”
    “I must not believe everything I hear, is that not true, master?” the youth replied.
    “No, but perhaps in this case it is all right to believe me,” the lama said, handing the specimen to his disciple.
    The prince hesitated. The idea of touching that stone-hard blob did not appeal to him.
    “It is petrified,” laughed Tensing. “It can cure broken bones in only minutes. One pinch of this, ground and dissolved in rice alcohol, can transport you to any of the stars in the firmament.”
    The small specimen Tensing had discovered had an opening through which the lama passed a cord and hung it around Dil Bahadur’s neck.
    “This is like a shield; it has the power to deflect certain metals. Arrows, knives, and other cutting weapons cannot harm you.”
    The youth laughed. “Perhaps it will be an infected tooth, a slip on the ice, or being hit in the head by a rock that will