When he reached the spring, he carefully lowered the girl to the ground, and leaning her back against the sandy slope, said:

- Stay here, I'll be right back.

Making his way through the bushes back to the road, he took the sack he left on the stone, lifted his hat, which was lying in the grass, and almost ran to the spring.

The girl lay motionless where he left her. Hearing Dorje’s footsteps, she stirred and turned her broken face toward him in dismay. Dorje was again terrified of her deed.

- That is probably yours? - He asked, putting next to the girl's bag and hat.

She nodded and looked at him gratefully.

- Do you want me to take you to the stream? Water will ease your pain. In the meantime, I will prepare a place for the night, soon the night, - and he added, explaining: - There is a nearby cave here. You cannot walk, but I cannot leave you here alone.

Without waiting for her answer, Dorje grabbed the girl in his arms and carried him to the stream flowing from the spring. Then he moved her bag closer to her, and headed towards the rocks, where there was a cave, in which he often took refuge from suddenly raging weather.

For two days he nursed Chhoydz, weakened by the loss of blood, not daring to continue the journey, and as he could, he tried to alleviate her suffering. He watered it with a decoction of sage and saffron, applied cold compresses to the bruises on her face, and warm earth taken from the mouse mink, looking to the east, to her lower back.

All this time, Chhoydzom was silent, only briefly answering his questions and watchfully watching his actions. Finally, by the end of the second day, she broke her silence and told Dorje that she had recently been widowed and wanted to return to relatives living five days away from the village of her late husband. Not daring to go alone, she asked for a fellow traveler to the trade caravan, headed for the area she needed. But on the road, five merchants, fascinated by the beauty of the young widow, decided to taste her charms, and, in the afternoon, dragged her into boxwood bushes, they cruelly raped her. She, who had lived with her husband in love and caress for almost a year, would have bled to death after this monstrous intercourse, if not for Dorje.

He listened to her attentively, without interrupting, and lamented to himself about the Path, which befell this unfortunate young woman.

On the third day, when they had eaten everything that they had, including the bread lying in Chhoydz’s bag, they slowly headed over the pass to Bogten Monastery.

After bringing Chhoydzom to a village located near the monastery, Dorje left her with a compassionate woman, and he went to the monastery, promising Chhoydz to return for her, and accompany her to the village where her relatives lived on the way back to his monastery.

A few days later, with return mail, he was already in a hurry to the village, where he left his ward.

Seeing, he did not immediately recognize her - the bruises came off her face, replaced by a gentle flush, painful stiffness disappeared in the movements. She went out to meet him with a smooth gait, and stopped, shyly looking at the approaching Dorje. In her hand she held a familiar canvas bag full of supplies for the journey.

“You came for me, holy father ...” she said softly and bowed gratefully before Dorje, kissing his hand.

“If you are ready, then we have to go on a journey, they have been waiting for me in my monastery for a long time,” he said, and, turning, walked quickly along the road.

She chose to say goodbye to the woman who sheltered her and hurried after Dorje.

For several days they passed two monasteries. Chodez did not complain along the way and followed Dorje, not lagging behind.

He left her in the villages for the duration of his stay in the next monastery, and every time he took her from there, he noticed how she, seeing her, sighed with relief, as if she was afraid that he would leave her here.

In the short moments of rest along the road, Chodez sat down a little distance from Dorje and looked at him in silence. She was generally silent, and Dorje more than once caught herself thinking that he would really like to know what she was thinking about.

When they reached the Kabu Monastery, next to which there were no villages, Dorje had to leave Chhoydz at the waterfall, located an hour from the monastery.

“You can rest here,” he said before leaving. - I will bring you fresh food and arrange for the night. Do not worry, here you are safe.

Three hours later, he came back.

Taking the bushes to the side, Dorje walked out to the waterfall and stopped in a dazed way: streams of water were tumbling down the cliffs with a diamond cascade, and a shaky rainbow trembled over the lake at the foot of the waterfall, where Choydz was completely naked. Her slender body, all in beads of moisture, shimmered like alabaster in the rays of the sun, and her long black hair with a dark, shiny train trailed behind her in the water.

Sensing the presence of a stranger, Chhoydz looked around in fright, but when she saw Dorje she smiled at him with relief.

Getting out of the water, she went to meet him, not at all embarrassed by her own nudity.

Dorje looked at her like a spellbound one. For the first time he saw a naked woman so openly and closely. Finding Chhojdz a few days ago, lying torn and unconscious in the thick of bushes, he saw her body only briefly, and it was disfigured by violence. Now, in the bright sun, he was able to look at her well, and he was frightened — he was frightened by the female beauty, which had previously been unknown to him in his monastic life, and by the stunning storm of emotions that she had awakened.

Dorje felt terrified that something inside him was hot and boiling, and, bursting with a stream of hot blood, poured into the lower abdomen, lifting up instantly heavy flesh.

Chhoydzom went to Dorje, silently looking at him with a mysterious expression of their oblong black eyes. Her chiseled small breasts, on which there were almost no signs of bruising, trembled in time with their steps. Small light brown nipples, like beads of a rosary, stood out enticingly on her white breast.

Approaching close to Dorje, Chhoydzom stopped and lowered her eyes in anticipation.

Dorje, unable to resist temptation, reached out and touched her breast. Feeling the cool touch of an elastic nipple, he slowly ran his hand over it.

Chodez shuddered and looked up at Dorje with a blurred look.

That was the last straw ...

Dorje, tearing off his dhoti, pushed Chhoydzom on the grass, and, hanging over her, roughly spread her legs. Throwing a short glance at the defenseless womb that had opened to him, he, with some animal roar, thrust into him with his pulsing flesh and froze from a sharp unusual sensation ... It was an incomparable sensation that he had never experienced in his life.

Backing off, Dorje freed his flesh from the girl and re-entered her, wanting to once again experience this amazing immersion in the hot, moist bosom, which was tight around him from all sides, and could no longer stop. He frantically swayed over Chhoydz, as if hammering each blow into the depth of her pliable body one after one years of his forced chastity.

Chhoydzom, at first frozen in fear under him, feeling the passionate onslaught of Dorje within herself, suddenly startled, threw up her hips, and, obeying his rhythm, moved impetuously towards her. A muffled moan escaped her lips, and it was not a moan of pain.

The green crowns of the Naga tires closed on them with an openwork tent. The noise of the waterfall, the bird's voices disappeared somewhere, and in the silence that enveloped them from all sides, there were only the sounds of their intermittent breathing, the moans and blows of the bodies against each other.

Time stopped. Dorje could not tell how long this madness lasted. He only remembered how Chhoydz, clinging to his shoulders, suddenly screamed and fluttered beneath him in convulsions of pleasure, to which his flesh immediately responded ....