Mafia Mongolica [Concluded]
It is the one hundred and seventeenth day I have spent at this camp. The semi-barren earth feels rigid beneath my feet. The skies are darkening early with clouds. I hope the heavens spare us, so that I might regain some sleep tonight, and that perhaps the soldiers and herdsmen will admit to an early night. I admit, I look upon these hardy people with a mixture of admiration, tinged with pity. I am feeling the effects of this never-ceasing lifestyle, where each person seems compelled by the spirits themselves to continue herding, riding, moving. One might think these savage barbarians, knowing nothing of the written character, of literature, of poetry, of plowing, of farming, of growing, would have much of their days to relax, and enjoy the fruit of their plunders. Yet they seem to find ways of occupying their time unlike any back home. Theirs is a life of never ceasing rigours, it seems. Perhaps this is the source of their recent resurgence?
Ah, well. I am going off track. My task continues to elude me. The man Jenghiz departed with a cadre of soldiers once more, undoubtedly off to meet another tribe for war. I was not allowed to follow, being told my safety could not be guaranteed outside this camp. Having seen corpses in the remains of ashen camps, the children and women folk weeping, I can feel safe in believing such a statement. It seems that negotiations will have to await another time. It is with a hint of frustration that I had anticipated setting my brush down one last time for this night. Alas! It seems there is a commotion outside the tent. I hurried outside to see what was the cause. The people of the camp had arrived before me, and formed a circle. I slithered in between many a person before finally arriving to the inner of the circle. On the grassy earth lay three bodies, all of them guardsmen. One man stepped into the inner of the circle, and began speaking to all who had gathered. His dialect was rough, but I gathered this much from his quick speech- intruders were upon the camp. The men to my left and right grimaced, and I felt a twinge of pride that I at least knew why. These savages, not being tied to the ground upon which they rode, came and went across the plains as freely as the wind. Many in the camp left, and many joined, over these days I had been here. They were of numerous different tribes, any of which might seek to destabilize a powerful conqueror. My thoughts began to race for my own well being; Jenghiz had guaranteed my safety, but other savages were not nearly so noble. My feelings of isolation increased greatly; I had always known I was a stranger in a foreign land, yet never before had it felt so constricted, so hostile. I wouldn't be able to escape if I had desired to. These savages know the land much better than I, and are far more skilled riders. I would have to hope they could solve this crisis....
My attention finally snapped back to reality as I realized the crowd was dispersing. The man who had made the address stepped towards me. He put his hand on my shoulder before speaking. He told me, I believe, that my tent would be guarded tonight, and that Jenghiz would be most angry if his vow of diplomatic protection were broken. I was relieved that the man who seemed to have been left in charge at least valued the order of his superior. I queried as to his name. I hoped that I could return his favor by informing Jenghiz of his lieutenant's fealty, should the intrusion pass. "Shinzei Khan", he told me. Then, with a stern look, he informed me it was time to return to my tent for the night.
-- The Record of Zhang Qian
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