“Why alone? No brother or sister? No wife? Children?”
Yelp's speech will not go unchallenged. How strange it is, to be like the late khaan of khaans, and hold himself in such a way as a king. Subutai had a face that disarmed. Batu had not yet earned the right. But for his people, he must be thoughtful. Two’s a party interest. Three’s a faction. Roving factions he is old enough to remember and beware.
He rises.
“You travel long. Rest. Eat with clan. Tomorrow, show ‘pack stuff’.” Maybe then he would allow the boy Yelp to make a ger on his land.



