The Golden Child [antikvár]

Chapter One The small brown bird, appearing like a mote of dust on a vast tapestry of cloudless blue sky, fluttered ite wings as it struggled to ascend in the thin, cold Tibetan air, to flee the menacing figures below. In the distance, crowning a soaring peak, a golden temple gleamed in the sunlight. A great horn boomed like a sigh of God, its sound roHing and echoing through the surrounding labyrinth of mountain passes like thunder. Then the golden temple winked from the bird's sight as strong air currents slammed into her frail back, inexorably forcing her down towards the procession of men and mountain ponies working their slow, tortuous way up a narrow, jagged trail cut into the steep, craggy mountainside. 7