Yesterday, 1:32 PM
Most, he thinks, but will not say.
There will be a time for the ugalz to move them. A call to war, to speak for their dead. Soon, the khaan will enlist the roan for his opinion, where his strengths lay.
But it is not this time, not when a young wife is hopeful. “She is here, and waiting for you.”
Batu laughs— what passes as a laugh in these days. “Go. They pitch near here. Go see them.”
The camp, the river, the herd. He would not keep Ochir.
But later, they would speak.
There will be a time for the ugalz to move them. A call to war, to speak for their dead. Soon, the khaan will enlist the roan for his opinion, where his strengths lay.
But it is not this time, not when a young wife is hopeful. “She is here, and waiting for you.”
Batu laughs— what passes as a laugh in these days. “Go. They pitch near here. Go see them.”
The camp, the river, the herd. He would not keep Ochir.
But later, they would speak.
mongolian | mandarin
