I was accustomed now to looking into the eyes of danger and I set out to meet the terrible "bloody Baron." No one can decide his own fate.

I did not think myself in the wrong and the feeling of fear had long since ceased to occupy a place in my menage.

On the way a Mongol rider who overhauled us brought the news of the death of our acquaintances at Zain Shabi.

He spent the night with me in the yurta at the ourton and related to me the following legend of death.
"It was a long time ago when the Mongolians ruled over China.

The Prince of Uliassutai, Beltis Van, was mad.