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ied in their hands the sacred texts。 
 Next were more horsemen; four dozen in total; who were also musicians。 They played their flutes and stringed instruments while they steered their mounts with their knees。 The horse…mounted musicians were followed by monks from the Tsedrung Order; who represented the government of Tibet; followed by children waving thin; pointed; ornately colored flags that danced through the air like kites without tails。 
 To the rear of the children was another group of horsemen with serious faces; dressed in Tibetan army uniforms of green cloaks and red hats。 They steered their horses a few feet forward; then stopped。 A few more feet; then a pause again。 These soldiers carried the Tibetan Seals of State。 Just to the rear of the soldiers carrying the Seals of State were ten simple monks; barefoot and dressed in yellow robes。 The ten monks were humming loudly。 
 The Golden Buddha came next。 It sat on a plain wagon pulled by a single horse。 
 Only a few feet behind the Golden Buddha was the throne chair containing the Dalai Lama。 
 Two hundred thousand Tibetans lined the procession route leading to Potala。 They massed on both sides of the cleared path through the meadow。 The day they had prayed and hoped for over these last decades was finally hereand they allowed their joy to wash across the land。 As soon as the Golden Buddha appeared; the crowd went wild。 
 A roar erupted; and the faithful prostrated themselves onto the hard soil; then began to chant as one。 
 The Dalai Lama began passing through the crowd and witnessed the tears of joy on the cheeks of the faithful。 The sight filled him with happiness; duty and honor; and it caused him to smile。 
 Following the throne chair were members of the Dalai Lama's inner cabinet; the Kasag。 Next came the Kusun Depon; the Dalai Lama's bodyguards; dressed in their black padded suits and carrying their curved swords。 Following the bodyguards was the mander in chief of the Tibetan army; the Mak…chi; and a platoon of soldiers。 
 The Mak…chi and the soldiers were dressed in their ceremonial uniforms consisting of blue trousers and yellow tunics covered in gold braid。 They marched in slow and perfect cadence; with their boots making a timed thumping sound as they struck the soil。 Next were the Dalai Lama's religious tutors and teachers; as well as family and friends。 
 At the rear of the procession came a wagon with a tiger in a cage; followed by a single horseman holding a thirty…foot…tall staff flying the formerly outlawed Tibetan flag。 The parade was both magisterial and magnificent。 It was based on two thousand years of tradition and strengthened by fifty…five years of exile。 The procession continued toward Potala。 
 
 AT THE BASE of the eighty…foot…tall foundation wall of Potala; four hundred laborers had worked eight hours the night before to build a series of stone steps leading from the edge of the meadow to the top of the wall。 As soon as the first of the procession reached the lowest step; they parted to each side; like the flow of water in a stream being split by a boulder; then took their positions alongside the temporary stairway。 
 Once the Golden Buddha reached the base of the steps; the ten monks walked over; formed a ladder with their arms; then carried the Buddha up the steps and placed it on the top of the wall。 Then they descended the stairway as the throne chair containing the Dalai Lama slowed and stopped at the base。 On a signal from the Dalai Lama; the monks carrying the throne chair bowed down on their knees; then swiveled to the side。 Holding the throne chair only inches above the ground; they waited until the Dalai Lama climbed off the chair onto the thick woven carpet that lay upon the ground。 Breathing a sigh of relief as the weight was removed from the chair; the monks waited until the Dalai Lama started up the stairs; then they set the throne chair upon the ground and rose to their feet。 
 With a soul seeped in tradition and divinely inspired; the Dalai Lama ascended the stairway。 
 Reaching the top; he slowly turned and stared out at the crowd。 The mass of humanity stretched across the meadow and onto the surrounding hillsides。 He bowed his head; then closed his eyes for a moment。 Then he spoke。 
 〃I have missed you;〃 he said simply。 
 The crowd; so subdued only seconds before; once again erupted into cheers。 
 Twenty minutes would pass before it quieted down enough for the Dalai Lama to speak again。 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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