It seemed that he had slipped and fallen to the bottom of a shallow ravine, while the bags which were slung across his back without straps had caught on a rock and stopped with myself there in the snow.

This time the demon of Jagasstai only played a joke but one that did not satisfy him.

He began to show more and more anger.

With furious gusts of wind he almost dragged us and our bags from the camels and nearly knocked over our humped steeds, blinded us with frozen snow and prevented us from breathing.

Through long hours we dragged slowly on in the deep snow, often falling over the edge of the rocks.