‘Jamuqa had witnessed, aged fifteen, his tribe strung up on trees. Perhaps you have to go one further.’ Jamuqa is mad, and commits an atrocity in challenge of Temujin.
His actions – that might have more to do with how he feels about his oath-brother – plunge the Mongols into intertribal war. Temujin’s lack of an election, too, has caused controversy and a split into camps. The anti-Tchingis set find his ideas newfangled, while his followers almost worship him. Even Temujin, sad in private, dedicated instead to his public self, fears Tchingis has gotten out of hand.
This isn’t what Galut Queen had in mind when she put an honest Mongol in government to save the Mongols’ traditions.
(Follows on from When I am King. Me and Atrocity and the next, The Sheep from the Goats, can be found together in Amgalant Two: Tribal Brawls)
I’m a woman in my forties and live in Australia, where I identify as a Pom.
I also identify as a hermit. Your traditional writer-in-a-garret is what I always aspired to be. At university I chose English and Medieval Studies – but in the latter, I did the literature units until I had run out. This is telling. I never paid attention to the practical side of life and so I have stupid jobs.
I’m a happy single, these days. No pets, because I rent. Otherwise I’d have a zoo.read more