Gesar’s heart is cool and pulsing like a highland spring, and he holds tightly to Kyang-Go-Karkar’s reins. He does not move. Even as the dust cloud far ahead rises higher and higher and all that can be seen of the racing horses are the sparks from their hooves, even as his heart beats, he feels a calm detachment as if he were an eagle watching from the sky. And the sight for all these brave men and noble steeds striving their utmost in the midday sun fills him with profound joy.
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