Abominables

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sacred mountain of Nanvi Dar and all her kicks and struggles and screams felt no more to his brute strength than the hiccuping of a flea Until at last the thin air bitter cold and blind terror brought release and the poor girl mercifully fainted When she came round she knew at once where she was There could only be one place as beautiful as this heaven The sky above her head was a marvelous rich royal blue with little fleecy clouds The grass on which she lay was soft and sweet smelling and studded with beautiful flowers tiny blue gentians golden primulas scarlet lilies Agatha sat up She felt sore and bruised but that was understandable You couldn’t die and go to heaven without feeling a little bit uncomfortable Perhaps I haven’t died after all said Lady Agatha And there was something else that didn’t go with the idea of heaven in the least A few yards away from her sitting so quietly that she had taken it for a boulder or the stump of a huge tree was an absolutely enormous dark brown beast It wasn’t a bear it was much much bigger than a bear It wasn’t a man it was much much hairier than any man And then she remembered A yeti She had been carried away by a yeti over mountains so dangerous that she could never make her way She looked around The air was warm and she saw trees covered in red and white and cream blossoms as big as plates There was a stream crystal clear and bubbly with kingfishers darting about its banks Far above her an eagle circled lazily She was in a broad valley surrounded on every side by sheer jagged cliffs and escarpments Then to her surprise beyond the steep ridges the unmistakable outline of the peak of Nanvi Dar glittering white in the early-morning sun the valley she saw that surrounded