ABSTRACT
Arow of prayer-flags hung above the tent I entered. The flags were white bordered with red and inscribed all over with Tibetan prayers. White prayer-flags with red borders, that meant that the prayers concerned someone born under the same sign of the Zodiac as I, and so I told the young Mongol sitting by the tent fire. He was at most thirty years old, and the little tuft of beard below his underlip indicated that he belonged to the warrior caste. Between his knees he held a prayer-mill which he was turning industriously. We talked of this and that, of horses and the way to Khathyl, but I soon crawled into my sleeping-sack, for I was tired.
