BORTE (A Historical Drama)

BORTE: The abode of onagers? Why did you go there? KORSHI: Before the order of the great Kagan for pardon was received, the executioners who killed Jochi were mortally Afeared of the Khan’s anger and threw Jochi’s body into the midst of a herd of onagers to hide the traces of the crime. Borte and the old woman Keikuat fearfully look sideways at Korshi, as if they just saw the angel of death. BORTE: What did you say? What am I hearing? Keikuat-apai? And what happened next? Did you find Jochi’s body? KORSHI: We have not found him, Borte-Khansha. They searched every corner. Either he turned into an angel and flew into the sky, or, having turned into a spirit, fell through the earth. In one phrase, we could not find his remains. BORTE: Speaking such terrible words, is it not you then, Korshi the Warrior, who has come to strangle me? I am already heartbroken, so strangle me down into an abyss of mourning, but there was a time when I saved you from death. KORSHI: No, not to strangle you, Borte-Khansha. Having searched every inch of land, we came across this item. Korshi hands the thing wrapped in a rag into Borte’s hands. Borte unties the knot and, having looked at what is inside, at first cannot understand what it is. She turns it over with his fingers. BORTE: What is it? KORSHI: Only this part remained from Jochi. The dust adhered to the bloody clot and hardened. Borte, seeing Jochi’s thumb in the wrapped bundle, losing consciousness and collapses onto the ground. Korshi and Keikuat sprinkle water on her face, they give her a medicinal infusion to drink from a silver cup. Borte comes to her senses. She suddenly jumps up. BORTE: (To Korshi) Was that why you were looking for me? KORSHI: No one else has the determination to show a bloody thumb to the great Kagan. Only you can do it. I have come to ask you. BORTE Father often recalled the following proverb, “Woe is as bottomless as the sea – you risk, you’ll drown – a boat, and you’ll swim.’ If you grieve all the time, then you can drown in the abyss of sorrow. So, Keikuat-apai, get

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