Descending by rope over the edge of a small cliff, to harvest from  ruches  hidden in the mid-air caves. This stony country is riddled with the air-shafts that ventilate Shambhala; you can't get in past the security grills, but crawling down close, you can catch cooking smells, and find small numbers of beesouls trying trying trying to get back in. Those  abeille  sure make a goodtasting  miel .     Hive-Maker suivit la piste des abeilles mésopotamiennes qui s'échappaient de la ferme et trouva des colonies sauvages dans les arbres et les grottes de la campagne avoisinante.