It may be that Ungern had other reasons for striking against Russia, motives tied up with his ever-present obsession with prophecy. According to Ossendowski, he had an exact sense of his own doom. He went to fortune-tellers and oracles, looking for guidance on what to do next. At the âold Shrine of Prophecies [. . .] a small building, blackened with age and resembling a tower with a plain round roof', he consulted two monks and said, âCast the dice for the number of my days!' The priests rolled the dice and âthe Baron looked and reckoned with them the sum before he spoke “One hundred thirty! Again one hundred thirty!”' Later he went with Ossendowski to an audience with the Bogd Khan and was told, âYou will not die, but you will be incarnated in the highest form of being. Remember that, Incarnated God of War, Khan of grateful Mongolia.'
6
The most ominous prophecy, though, was given in consultation with a Buriat fortune-teller in the ger of Ungern's Buriat friend Djambolon. Ossendowski was with him again, and turns it into a long and dramatic set piece. He describes the fortune-teller as
Â
a little woman of middle years, who squatted down eastern style before the brazier, bowed low and began to stare at Baron Ungern. Her face was white, narrower and thinner than that of a Mongol
woman. Her eyes were black and sharp. Her dress resembled that of a gypsy woman. Afterwards I learned that she was a famous fortune-teller and prophet among the Buriats, the daughter of a gypsy woman and a Buriat. She drew a small bag very slowly from her girdle, took from it some small bird bones and a handful of dry grass. She began whispering at intervals unintelligible words, as she threw occasional handfuls of the grass into the fire, which gradually filled the tent with a soft fragrance. I felt a distinct palpitation of my heart and a swimming in my head. After the fortune-teller had burned all her grass, she placed the bird bones on the charcoal and turned them over again and again with a small pair of bronze pincers. As the bones blackened, she began to examine them and then suddenly her face took on an expression of fear and pain. She nervously tore off the kerchief which bound her head and, contracted with convulsions, began snapping out short, sharp phrases.
âI see . . . I see the God of War . . . His life runs out . . . horribly . . . After it a shadow . . . black like the night . . . Shadow . . . One hundred thirty steps remain . . . Beyond darkness . . . Northing . . . I see nothing . . . the God of War has disappeared.'
Baron Ungern dropped his head. The woman fell over on her back with her arms stretched out. She had fainted, but it seemed to me that I noticed once a bright pupil of one of her eyes showing from under the closed lashes. Two Buriats carried out the lifeless form, after which a long silence reigned in the yurta of the Buriat Prince. Baron Ungern finally got up and began to walk around the brazier, whispering to himself. Afterwards he stopped and began speaking rapidly:
âI shall die! I shall die! . . . but no matter, no matter . . . the cause has been launched and will not die . . . I know the roads this cause will travel. The tribes of Jenghiz Khan's successors are awakened. Nobody will extinguish the fire in the heart of the Mongols! In Asia there will be a great State from the Pacific and Indian Oceans to the shores of the Volga. The wise religion of Buddha shall run to the north and the west. It will be the victory of the spirit. A conqueror and leader will appear stronger and more stalwart than Jenghiz Khan and Ugadai. He will be more clever and more merciful than Sultan Baber and he will keep power in his hands until the happy day when, from his subterranean capital, shall emerge the King of
the World. Why, why shall I not be in the first ranks of the warriors of Buddhism! Why has Karma decided so? But so it must be! And Russia must first wash herself from the insult of revolution, purifying herself with blood and death; and all people accepting Communism must perish with their families in order that all their offspring may be rooted out!'
The Baron raised his hand above his head and shook it, as though he was giving his orders and bequests to some invisible person.
Day was dawning.
âMy time has come!' said the General. âIn a little while I shall leave Urga.'
He quickly and firmly shook hands with us and said:
âGood-bye for all time! I shall die a horrible death but the world has never seen such a terror and such a sea of blood as it shall now see . . .'
The door of the yurta slammed shut and he was gone. I never saw him again.'
7
Â
Ossendowski, meanwhile, managed to get himself assigned to a dubious âdiplomatic mission' to Japan, taking him conveniently out of the upcoming war. As ever with Ossendowski, it's hard to know how seriously to take his account of Ungern. Ungern was certainly obsessed with his own fate, and convinced that biblical prophecy sanctioned his expedition; it would be entirely in character for him to consult with Mongolian oracles, as he did with the fortune-tellers who travelled with him. Elsewhere, though, he seems confident in his mission, not overshadowed by doom. It's possible that the Mongolians played Ungern's own superstitions against him. Eager to see the city rid of his men, it would have been relatively simple - and with some precedent - to influence the oracles to push him in a certain direction.
Whether motivated by oracles or logistics, the army began to move north. It was still the same ragtag mixture of nationalities - sixteen in total, according to Ungern - but bolstered with substantial contingents both of Mongolians and of former Chinese prisoners-of-war. Supplies were drawn by cart or carried by columns of camels, a
favourite Mongolian beast of burden. Before they rode out, Ungern issued a proclamation to the whole army, sending it by horse messenger to each White group. The Urga presses ran off hundreds of copies, and it was distributed not only in Mongolia, but among Whites elsewhere in Asia. It was the first such order he had made, but it was titled Order No. 15 for both political and superstitious reasons. It gave the impression of previous orders, and so of a more sizeable and organised force than actually existed. His fortune-tellers had also advised him that fifteen was his lucky number; the Bogd Khan had been crowned on the fifteenth day of the lunar month, after all.
It had a long, strangely academic opening, describing how
Â
Russia was formed gradually out of various elements, few in number, which were welded together by unity in faith, by racial relationship, and, later, by similarity in government. So long as she was untouched by the principles of revolutionary thought, which are inapplicable to her owing to her composition and her character, Russia remained a powerful, indissoluble empire. The revolutionary storm in the West profoundly undermined the mechanism of the State by detaching the intellectuals from the mainstream of national ideas and aspirations. Led by the intelligentsia, both politico-social and liberal-bureaucratic, the people - though in the depths of their hearts they remained loyal to Tsar, Faith and Fatherland - started straying from the narrow path laid down by the whole development of national thought and life.
8
Â
The opening text was not composed directly by Ungern, but written by Ossendowski. This was reflected in the historical-analytical language of the passage, some way removed from Ungern's own style. The ideas, however, were Ungern's, albeit tempered somewhat by Ossendowski's more moderate views. There was the appeal to the unity of nation and empire, the locating of the source of degeneration and chaos - the ârevolutionary storm' - in the West, and the disdain for the intelligentsia. The view of the ordinary Russian people was pure Ungern; their hearts remained pure, but they had been corrupted by revolutionary influence.
The Order went on to explain how ârevolutionary thought flattered the vanity of the mob, but it did not teach the people the first principles of freedom or construction'. Peasants, as Ungern had stressed
before, were not capable of doing anything without higher leadership. It echoed, too, a statement in the Russian edition of the âProtocols of the Elders of Zion' that âthe crowd is a barbarian, and acts as such on every occasion. As soon as the mob has secured freedom it speedily turns it into anarchy, in itself the height of barbarism.' It continued, âFirst the year 1905, and afterwards 1916-1917, witnessed the criminal, horrible harvest of the seed sown by the revolutionaries. [. . .] Three months of revolutionary licence sufficed to destroy what many centuries had achieved.' The emphasis on 1905 was straight from Ungern, remembering his wrecked home and ruined estates; Ossendowski, after all, had been involved in revolutionary activity himself at the time. It also reasserted Ungern's place among the most reactionary White faction for whom 1905 had been the beginning of the end, rather than an aborted opportunity for reform. Tradition and unity, preserved over generations, had been destroyed by the black forces of revolution.
There was still hope, though. âThe people feel the need of a man whose name is familiar to them, whom they can love and respect. Only one such man exists; the man who is by right lord of the Russian earth, THE EMPEROR OF ALL THE RUSSIAS, MICHAEL ALEXAN-DEROVICH. ' The capitals give the pronouncement a cranky edge, like a letter written in green ink. Prince Michael had been missing, presumed dead for three years, and most of the Russian people didn't give a damn about him, but that no more dissuaded Ungern than the lack of support for the Qing among the ordinary Chinese had. Monarchy was the only right way to order the people, and they ought to long for it. If they didn't, they had been corrupted and would have to be punished.
The next few passages dealt with matters of logistics, organisation and movement, detailing how the various White groups should coordinate their assault. They outlined a tightly controlled partisan war, striking at the railways and using âPoles and foreigners who have suffered from the Bolsheviks' to replace Bolshevik leadership, rather than trusting to local authority. Most of them were composed by Ungern's chief of staff. The most important of them was the fourth statement, that âI recognise the authority of Ataman Semenov.' Asked about this, Ungern commented that âhe did not consider himself Semenov's subordinate, but recognised Semenov only in order to favourably influence the armies'.
Mixed in with the instructions to other White units was a typically obsessive interest in the maintenance of discipline. The order regretfully stated that âbecause of the distances involved, I am deprived of the opportunity to administer punishment in person' and so order had to be upheld instead by each individual commander. âFuture generations would bless or damn their names', depending on how well they performed. Everyone must âsubmit implicitly to discipline without which, as before, everything will collapse'.
So far, the Order could have been issued by many White commanders; there was nothing particularly unusual in it. The next passages, however, were entirely Ungern's:
Â
9. Commissars, Communists, and Jews, together with their families, must be exterminated. Their property must be confiscated.
Â
10. In the course of the struggle against the criminals who have destroyed and profaned Russia, it must be remembered that, on account of the complete depravation of morals and the absolute licentiousness, intellectual and physical, which now prevail in Russia, it is not possible to retain our old standard of values. âTruth and mercy' are no longer admissible. Henceforth there can only be âtruth and merciless hardness'. The evil which has fallen upon the land, with the object of destroying the divine principle in the human soul, must be extirpated root and branch. Fury against the heads of the revolution, its devoted followers, must know no boundaries.
Â
This was the ultimate expression of Ungern's belief in the counter-revolutionary struggle as essentially a metaphysical one. Evil, as represented by Judaeo-communism, threatened everything. To oppose these evils, âmercy' had to be replaced with âhardness'. This was Nietzschean language, showing some of the same contempt for the old Christian values of softness and mercy. For Nietzsche, though, hardness was attained by discarding the old religious falsehoods and finding a new sense of values, a personal integrity. In Ungern's thought, the new moral values were still drawn from an ultimate divine authority, the âtruth' that, for Ungern, represented divine revelation. The old values were not false; they were just no longer admissible in a time of such struggle. Facing a merciless enemy, it was necessary to be merciless in return. Ungern had praised war for scouring away
weakness; now, souls fired and hard, he and his followers could become the scourge of God. Only when Judaism and communism were removed would âPeace - the greatest gift of Heaven' be restored to earth.