." "Is it the King of the World in Agharti ?" I interrupted.
He stared and glanced at me in amazement.
"Have you heard about him ?" he asked, as his brows knit in thought.
After a few seconds he raised his narrow eyes and said: "Only one man knows his holy name; only one man now living was ever in Agharti.

That is I.This is the reason why the Most Holy Dalai Lama has honored me and why the Living Buddha in Urga fears me.

But in vain, for I shall never sit on the Holy Throne of the highest priest in Lhasa nor reach that which has come down from Jenghiz Khan to the Head of our yellow Faith.

I am no monk.

I am a warrior and avenger." He jumped smartly into the saddle, whipped his horse and whirled away, flinging out as he left the common Mongolian phrase of adieu: "Sayn! Sayn-bayna!" On the way back Tzeren related to us the hundreds of legends surrounding Tushegoun Lama.