Kingdom of the Golden Dragon
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Authors: Isabel Allende
For my friend Tabra Tunoa, tireless traveler
,
who took me to the Himalayas and told me about
the Golden Dragon
.
Contents
C
HAPTER
O
NE
The Land of Snow and Ice
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HAPTER
T
WO
The Valley of the Yetis
C
HAPTER
T
HREE
Three Fabulous Eggs
C
HAPTER
S
EVEN
The Sect of the Scorpion
C
HAPTER
E
IGHT
In the Forbidden Kingdom
C
HAPTER
T
WELVE
The Totemic Jaguar
C
HAPTER
T
HIRTEEN
Medicine for the Mind
C
HAPTER
F
OURTEEN
The Golden Dragon
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HAPTER
F
IFTEEN
The Cave of the Bandits
C
HAPTER
S
EVENTEEN
The Yeti Warriors
C
HAPTER
E
IGHTEEN
The Fortified Monastery
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T
HE
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UDDHIST MONK NAMED
Tensing and his disciple, Prince Dil Bahadur, had been climbing in the high peaks north of the Himalayas for many days, a region of eternal ice where no one but a few lamas had ever ventured. Neither of the two was counting the hours, because time did not interest them. The calendar is a human invention; time does not exist on the spiritual level, the master had taught his student.
For them it was the crossing that was
important; the prince was making it for the first time. The monk remembered having done it in a previous life, but those memories were rather blurred. They were following the markings on an ancient parchment, orienting themselves by the stars in a terrain where even in summer conditions were very harsh. The temperature of several degrees below zero was endurable only two months during the year, when ominous storms were not lashing the mountains.
Even beneath the sunny, cloudless skies, the cold was intense. They were wearing rough wool tunics, and cloaks made from yak hide. Leather boots from the same animal covered their feet, with the long hair turned in and the outside weather-proofed with yak butter. The travelers placed each foot with care; one misstep on the ice and they could tumble hundreds of yards into the deep chasms that sliced through the mountains as if cleft by God's hatchet.
Luminous snowy peaks stood out against a sky of deep blue. The travelers moved at a slow pace, because at those heights there was very little oxygen. They rested frequently, so their lungs would become accustomed to the altitude. Their chests ached, as did their ears and their heads. They were suffering from nausea and fatigue, but neither of the two mentioned such bodily weakness, saving their breath in order to get the maximum benefit from each mouthful of air.
They were searching for rare plants found only in the Valley of the Yetis, plants essential in preparing medicinal lotions and balms. If they survived the dangers of this journey, they would consider themselves initiated, for their characters would be tempered like steel. Their will and courage would be put to the test many times during that climb. The disciple would need both
will and courage to carry out the task that awaited him in life, which was why he had been given the name Dil Bahadur, “brave heart” in the language of the Forbidden Kingdom. The pilgrimage to the Valley of the Yetis was one of the last steps in the harsh training the prince had been undergoing for twelve years.
The youth did not know the true reason for their trek, which was much more important than the gathering of curative plants or his initiation as a lama, or superior being. His master could not reveal it to him, just as he could not speak to him of many other things. Tensing's role was to guide the prince during each stage of his long apprenticeship; he was charged with strengthening the young man's body and his character and cultivating his mind, testing the quality of his spirit again and again. Dil Bahadur would discover the reason for the journey to the Valley of the Yetis later, when he found himself before the fabled statue of the Golden Dragon.
On their backs, Tensing and Dil Bahadur were carrying bundles that contained the blankets, grain, and yak butter they would need to survive. Rolled around their waists were coils of yak-hair rope, which they used in climbing, and in one hand each grasped a long, strong walking staff, which they used for support, for defending themselves in case of attack, and for setting up their improvised tent at night. In places where experience had taught them that fresh snow often covered deep openings, they also used their staffs to test the depth and firmness of a surface before stepping onto it. Frequently they were forced to make long detours around fissures that couldn't be jumped over. Sometimes, to avoid going out of their way for hours, they laid one of the staffs across the crevasse, and only when they were sure it was firmly seated on either side
did they dare step onto it and then leap to the other sideânever more than one step, because the risk of plummeting into empty space was too big. They made such leaps without thinking, with their minds clear, trusting in physical skill, instinct, and luck, because if they stopped to weigh each move it would be impossible to make it. When the opening was wider than the length of the staff, they looped a rope around an overhanging rock, then one of them tied the other end of the rope around his waist, took a running start, and leaped, swinging back and forth like a pendulum until he reached the other side. The young disciple, who had great stamina and courage in the face of danger, always hesitated at the moment they were forced to use those methods.
The pair had come to such a chasm, and the lama was looking for the best place to cross. The youth briefly closed his eyes, sending a prayer skyward.
“Do you fear dying, Dil Bahadur?” Tensing inquired, smiling.
“No, honorable master. The moment of my death was written in my fate before my birth. I shall die when my work is finished in this reincarnation and my spirit is ready to fly, but I do fear breaking all my bones down there, and living,” the youth replied, pointing to the impressive precipice yawning at their feet.
“That could, perhaps, present a problem,” the lama conceded with good humor. “If you open your mind and heart, it will seem easier,” he added.
“What would you do if I were to fall?”
“Should that occur, I would possibly have to think about it. For the moment, my thoughts are turned to other things.”
“May I know what, master?”
“The beauty of the panorama,” the lama replied, indicating the endless chain of
mountains, the immaculate white of the snow, the brilliant sky.
“It is like the landscape of the moon,” the youth observed.
“Possibly . . . What part of the moon have you visited, Dil Bahadur?” the lama asked, hiding another smile.
“I have not traveled that far as yet, master, but I imagine it like this.”
“On the moon, the sky is black and there are no mountains like these. There is no snow, either; everything is rock and ash-colored dust.”
“Perhaps some day I shall be able to make an astral voyage to the moon, like my honorable master,” the disciple conceded.
“Perhaps . . .”
After the lama positioned his staff, both took off their tunics and cloaks, which kept them from moving freely, and made four bundles of their belongings. The lama was built like an athlete. His shoulders and arms were pure muscle, his neck was as broad as a normal man's thigh, and his legs as thick as tree trunks. That formidable warrior's body contrasted markedly with his serene face, gentle eyes, and delicateâalmost feminineâand always-smiling mouth. Tensing took the bundles one by one, built up momentum by rotating his arm like the vanes of a windmill, and tossed the bundles to the other side of the chasm.
“The fear is not real, Dil Bahadur; it is only in your mind, like all other things. Our thoughts form what we believe to be reality,” he said.
“At this moment, my mind is creating a very deep crevasse, master,” the prince murmured.
“And my mind is creating a very strong bridge,” the lama replied.
He waved to the youth, who stood waiting in the snow, then took one step above the void, planting his right foot at the middle of the wood
staff and a fraction of a second later throwing himself forward, reaching the other side with his left foot. Dil Bahadur imitated him with less grace and speed, but gave no sign of nervousness. The master noticed that his student's skin was gleaming with sweat. They quickly dressed and resumed walking.
“Is it much farther?” Dil Bahadur wanted to know.
“Possibly.”
“Would it be imprudent, master, to request that you not always answer âpossibly'?”
“Perhaps it would.” Tensing smiled, and after a pause added that, according to the instructions on the parchment, they were to continue north. The most difficult portion of their path lay ahead.
“Have you seen the Yetis, master?”
“They are like dragons, they shoot fire from their ears and they have four pairs of arms.”
“Amazing!” the youth exclaimed.
“How many times have I told you not to believe everything you hear? Seek truth for yourself,” the lama laughed.
“Master, we are not studying the teachings of Buddha, we are simply talking.” The disciple sighed, annoyed.
“I have not seen the Yetis in this life, but I remember them from a previous one. We share common ancestors, and several thousand years ago they had a civilization almost as developed as our own, but now they are very primitive and of limited intelligence.”
“What happened?”
“They are very aggressive. They killed each other and destroyed everything they had, including the land. The survivors fled to the peaks of the Himalayas and there their race began to decline. Now they are like animals,” the lama explained.
“Are there many of them?”
“Everything is relative. They will seem to be many if they attack us and few if they are friendly. In any case, they do not live very long lives but they reproduce easily; therefore I suppose there will be a number of them in the valley. They live in an inaccessible region where no one can find them, but sometimes one of them ventures out in search of food and gets lost. That is possibly the source of the tracks attributed to the Abominable Snowman, as he is called,” the lama put forward.
“Their footprints are enormous. They must be giants. Will they still be very aggressive?”
“You ask many questions for which there are no answers, Dil Bahadur,” the master replied.