BORTE (A Historical Drama)

But do not forget that tomorrow Temujin will smash your wagons and yurts, and give your wives away as slaves to be concubines for other men. (A soldier starts to tie down Borte). Tst, it doesn’t matter; you will soon be lying at Temujin’s feet, begging him not to destroy your souls! – Oh, what a beauty Temujin managed to snatch up. This wife of his must be the reason for his luck. I wonder which one of us will get her now? – ‘Which one of us will get her?’ There is no reason to ask. After all, the new owner of this woman is already here. (Coming close to Hoelun so that she can hear), Borte’s current husband is a brute, a wrestler, Shiligir! No doubt you haven’t forgotten this wrestler is the cousin of your first husband, the warrior Shiledu. At the mention of her past life, Hoelun begins to cry quietly. – Yesugei once took our grandfather’s wife, and now we are taking his daughter-in-law so our grandfather can be avenged. This will be the end of the case. Our thirst for revenge will be sated. Now, let’s track the footsteps of Temujin so we can get rid of him once and for all. BORTE: (to Shiligir) So you’re my husband now? SHILIGIR: Th-th-tha… That’s what they say. BORTE: In that case, without stuttering, untie my hands. If Temujin notices the traces of the rope on my wrists, he will burn you and then throw you to the dogs. Shiligir hurries to untie her hands. (Not hiding her mockery) You really are a brute! In two days, Temujin will gallop up with a large detachment and will not spare your men. If you want to stay alive, don’t come closer to me than half a metre. You got it? SHILIGIR: Y-y-yes. BORTE: Yes. Then let’s go. Stand in front of me. (To Hoelun) Don’t cry, mother, the moment when they fall at your feet, they will hug you and beg for forgiveness, and that moment will come soon. That is, if they don’t die before then. They go out. Waline cries harder. The old woman Keikuat hugs her and comforts her. The palace of the Ong Khan, Toghrul, the owner of rich lands on the Tula River. Toghrul sits on a high throne throwing

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