Tirseng floated in his dream. As he rested, cradled in warmth, the blue one came to him. Vajrapani rose from the blue diamonds and spoke to him:
Meditate upon me, for my life is virtuous and my mind is free
Like this frozen river
No illusion may exhist around me
I am the shining jewel where no dust may settle
I do not scatter my energies in wasteful forms
Nor do I allow clouds to rest before me
I am clarity and wisdom
I inspire the strong and the noble
Who shun deception and favor truth
For the world is full of lies
And the clear sword of truth is needed
To pierce the darkness....
When he found the strength to open his eyes, he found himself cradled against Curioso's shakti herself. Annette stared intently into his face, as by thought alone willing him to wake. When he finally did, she yelled for Curioso, who was trying to secure lines to take them around the crevasse. The wind had picked up, bringing with it not only the tiny ice crystals that blistered their skin, but a shrill melody that Annette knew too well. She and Curioso were as human crutches on either side of Tirseng when she first heard it. She stiffened, and there it was again, the flute.
Curioso yelled to her through the swirling ice "What is it?"
Annette howled back across Tirseng's head "La lagniappe! The bastard is toying with us!" her panic melted swiftly into anger. The glimpse she caught of Curioso's face between the blasts of snow was tense, "We have to Tirseng out of here!" And into the swirling snow they walked.