extra wives, right now, I think I will be fine. I am not dry from melancholy quite yet. GENGHIS KHAN: How many wives do you have right now? That is, at home? KORSHI: Four. It was five, but last year a cow gored one. GENGHIS KHAN: Borte will soon come up and explain the matter herself. (With a sly smile) Stay with four wives for now and be healthy. Korshi exits. Borte enters. BORTE: Have you called me because you finally decided to cut off my head? GENGHIS KHAN: Where are the thirty girls? BORTE: I let them go to their relatives. GENGHIS KHAN: How do you have the heart to disobey my orders again? BORTE: Jochi and Chagatai attracted all the forest dwellers to us without a war, without shooting or threats, having carried out explanatory work. They joined of their own free will, but you yourself paid special attention to those who joined and showered them with gifts. I remember the Uygurov Khan, Idikut voluntarily coming to meet you with many gifts, singing the following words from the bottom of his heart: Dispelling the clouds, The sun seemed to rise. Having melted the ice, As if water was spilt. On your belt – let me become a clasp, On a sable fur coat – let me become an undercoat, Calling your fifth son as yours accepts me. After that, you liked Idikut Khan so much that we gave our daughter, Alal-tun to him. And now, expelling mournful tears from young girls and their forest parents, you have decided to keep those who surrendered to us out of their own free will? Aren’t you breaking the promise you made long ago, ‘I take a handshake from those who agree, I take the soul from those who do not agree?’ So that your oath would not be broken and dark shadows fall on your glory and your good name, I returned the girls to their homes. The aged warrior, Korshi, who wanted to sell his dream for thirty girls, can find women elsewhere. Genghis Khan cannot object to Borte’s arguments in any way. He pulls himself together, and having calmed down, asks. GENGHIS KHAN: It turns out that you took one of the thirty girls for yourself. What for? BORTE: Our Tolui is still single. GENGHIS KHAN (Dumbfounded): Weaving nets again to marry your youngest son
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