Grantville Gazette VI by Eric Flint

Author:Eric Flint [Flint, Eric]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Science fiction; American, Fantasy, Seventeenth century, Space Opera, Alternative histories (Fiction); American, General, Science Fiction, Adventure, Fantasy fiction; American, Fiction, Short Stories
Published: 2011-02-02T00:00:00+00:00

have had a powerful reason. "

"Man, it's cold out here," commented the younger cop. "Call it in. With any luck the funeral

home will send somebody quick. I don't want to stand around all day. Graveyards always give me

the creeps."

The Dalai Lama's Electric Buddha

by Victor Klimov

"Respectful greetings from His Majesty Gegen Setsen Khan to Your Holiness, Kundün," said

the emissary. It was not really warm in the library, but the atmosphere felt warm and friendly.

"Let me present you this surprise from the Western lands."

Dalai Lama V Ngawang Lobsang Gyatso, who—in another universe—would later be called

"The Great Fifth," respectfully put his hands together to greet the image of the Victorious One.

The little statue looked unusual. It was made from material like ivory but was obviously much

lighter and it was pink in color. The Victorious One was meditating.

"If I press this knob . . ."

The image lit up with a steady internal light. It looked a little bit like a colored lantern, but the

light was not flickering. The emissary pressed the knob again and the light disappeared.

"Thank His Majesty Gegen Setsen Khan and thank you, Dr. Luvsan," said Dalai Lama and

accepted the holy image. Ngawang Lobsang was fascinated. The statue was light, but not so light

as it looked. The weight seemed concentrated in the base under the lotus seat. The texture of the

surface felt smooth, somewhat like smooth wood but not quite.

Dalai Lama pressed the knob. The statue lit up. He looked at the emissary, lifting an eyebrow.

"What causes this?"

"Kundün, as far as we know there seems to be a kind of prana energy concentrated in the base

of the statue. . . ."

"Ah. That's why it feels heavy there."

"Probably, Kundün. And the trader it was bought from warned that the prana in the statue

should somehow be replenished after a while. But it seemed he did not know how. He said that if

it were used sparingly it should last a couple of years."

Dalai Lama switched the light off. He looked at the statue, then at the emissary. "What do

your yogis say?"

"They feel the prana but they are not sure whether they succeeded in replenishing it."

"Very well." The Dalai Lama nodded slowly. "We'll try here, too. But tell me please the

history of the statue. How did His Majesty acquire it? You said it came from the West?"

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