With grim faces and weary minds the remaining members of the team pitch the tent - for the last time before the summit. Finskei needs solitude now, the complete remoteness of the mountain, to cope with his loss. The gloves he had lent to Reinhard he had brought with him from Frankfurt, where they had climbed the inside of the Messeturm together. Unreplacable.

The other three want to prepare the well deserved mountain dinner. But a dire surprise is in store for them: Rijnheer took their supplies with him into the abyss. Only Erbswurst is left, a paltry meal for these brave and hungry climbers.

It is in this moment that the "Yak" leaves its sleeve, and at a quick glance its keeper notices the emergency sausages. A glance on the mountain is a thought, a thought is a deed, a deed is an action an an action is something people do. And so the sausages find themselves in the pot with the Erbswurst. The law of the mountain.

With matches they heat their meager meal, until all the bacteria are quite dead. And then they don't hesitate to have a king's dinner. A very poor king's dinner, maybe, but a king's dinner nonetheless.

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