I was so close to the "Promised Land" of Mongolia that this Soyot, standing in the way of fulfilment of my wishes, seemed to me my worst enemy.

But I lowered my flourishing hand.

Into my head flashed a quite wild thought.
"Listen," I said.

"If you move your horses, you will receive a bullet in the back and you will perish not at the top of the mountain but at the bottom.

And now I will tell you what will happen to us.