BORTE (A Historical Drama)

Be it like a dense forest into which even a slithering snake cannot penetrate, a stormy stream that can twist boulders the size of a camel and drag them off like a skein of wool or the formidable mountain, Burkhan which will instantly freeze any living thing, thanks to you for not allowing our enemies to seize Temujin. You hid him securely. Since my son survived, when I went to you I bowed nine times. Nine times I scattered sacrificial coins. Oh, the Most High, a thousand times you have mercifully saved your slave, so save him this time too. BORTE: So, what will tribes do exactly when they become one? HOELUN: The Naimans and Tatars, our consanguineous enemies, having merged with the Chinese are going to oppose Temujin. Thus, he will be forced to fight them. BORTE: Will Temujin have the strength to do that? Those forces are countless. HOELUN: Honey, all I do is appeal to the Almighty. I beg him to save him for this reason. My sister, my daughter-in-law, you are those things as much as you are a Bortezhan (Mongolian woman). You too must pray daily to the Almighty and ask him to look over and save Temujin. BORTE: This life is like a bloody war which cannot be completed in one day or even a year. It seems our whole life will pass in continuous prayers and bows. Isn’t that right, aunt and mother-in-law, Hoelun-Ujin? HOELUN: Mortals, whoever they may be, should not forget for a moment to worship and entreat the Almighty, for everything is in his hands. Without the Creator’s command, even a leaf from a tree does not fall to the ground. BORTE: Auntie, mother-in-law, this morning I had an interesting dream. May I tell you? HOELUN: If the dream is good, then women shouldn’t talk about it. BORTE: I wouldn’t really call it either good or bad. HOELUN: Then speak. BORTE: The red steppe bull, enraged, beats and beats with its horns at Jamukha’s house. Suddenly, it breaks one of its horns. The red bull demands, ‘Find my broken horn now!’ and throws clods of dirt at Jamukha. Then the red bull, looking to the heavens, speaks humanly: ‘If the firmament and the sky heed thy voice, They will make Temujin as their head.’ Transforming into a man, he approaches Temujin and asks: ‘If you become the head of

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