Book I, Vol.II - The Horse, The Kingdom, and The Future Heir
Book I - Volume II - The Horse, The Kingdom, and The Future Heir
Buryatia, 925 common era.
The story takes place in the steppes of East Siberia. The Khan of Buryatia was dealing with the Khanate of Kirghiz.
First generation passed; their vassals revolted, but failed. Second generation; their vassals rebelled again, to no fruitful outcome. The Kirghiz Khanate was strong, the rebels were disparate.
The Horse
The Khan of Buryatia sighed, and swore fealty to the khanate. The Kirghiz Khagan seemed happy; tried to give him a vassal; proposed him a position at the council. The Khan rejected all, and minded his own business.
...which was, fabricating a claim on a neighbouring chiefdom, and caring for his horse. He never wanted to be a hostler, nor he wanted to be a warmongering khan. But his tutors, and his father urged him so; thus became he Qoshila, the Relentless of Buryatia.
He was not clumsy at the battlefield; he was not strange to strategy; far from it, just to spite his tutors, and his father, he became a formidable fighter, and a gallant rider. He did not like the smell of horses, though. Boreas, was his horse' name, though did not make any sense, as he would rather give him a mongolian name, as shuurga, or bökhik. Alas, this was not his life, this was not his world, he was a lonely soul, under his father's and tengris control, he thought.
Qoshila had four sons, just as his father did. But he despised his father, as his father was a self-proclaimed khan, embroiled in his own luck, foolishly ambitious to think that he could bring down the Kirghiz. Qoshila's father's sons, Qoshila's brothers, were healthy, and able warriors; and his father disinherited all but Qoshila. None of them were happy; all were bonded against his father. When he died, they carried on the leadership of the tribe.
Qoshila had four sons, but he was not lucky; far from it. His second born died being an infant; his third born died after a bad treatment. Miraculously, his first born survived; his daughters thrived; his last born was too young. He would have left the ordo to any of his daughters without thinking a second; but this was Buryatia, north of Mongolia; the traditions were adamant.
Qoshila sighed, as his father's foolish dream of conquering the Kirghiz was poisoning all in the realm; and he knew that was not possible. So swore fealty he to the Khagan of the Kirghiz; and the vassals were unhappy. To his luck, Qoshila's brothers were true to their bond; they did not abandon him, nor did he them.
Qoshila managed to persuade the other vassals; so Buryatia, now itself a vassal to the Kirghiz, remained intact and determined. That was his dream, and the reason of his disdain for his father: He wanted to be a traveller, a mediator, perhaps an envoy, to bring the steppes together by his silver tongue. No, said his father, he had to fight.
Qoshila sighed, and married his first born to a lowborn. They had children, two happy sons. Qoshila knew, that they should do whatever they aspire, and a child should be able to follow its own desire.
When the vassals were getting frustrated, as Qoshila did not fight for a long time, Qoshila sighed. He was not running away, he was not shying from war even for a day. He was, waiting, considering, planning. He was the Relentless of Buryatia, so sighed he when the vassals were angry. Sighed, and cared for his horse.
The Kingdom
...thus started Qoshila his war, against the vassals of the Kirghiz, riding his horse, with a sigh in his mind. Gathered all the riders, invaded the remaining Baikal tribe. Panicked Khagan of the Kirghiz; sent him a word, granting him a new vassal. Qoshila accepted the offer this time, to much surprise of all in the realm. It was the chiefdom of Ulaan-Ud, that was the Qoshila's claim, already fabricated years ago, when every other fool was urging him to go to war.
Qoshila accepted the offer, and called all in the realm, to join him against the usurper: The Kirghiz Khagan, was nothing but a usurper, a pretender imperator, that the steppes did not deserve.
Years passed, the rebel faction gathered forces, disbanded in regret, started again, was abandoned again. The Kirghiz Khagan was a usurper, but not a moron: He would give bribes, would send gifts, would grant lands to the rebels that wanted independence. All would accept, but Qoshila, the Relentless of Buryatia. He knew that the Kirghiz Khagan was clever, but Qoshila was determined: The Khagan, out of pure mysterious circumstances, died with leaving the Khanate to his heir.
...and this was the hammer, that fell on the final nail, starting another battle: The Mongol tribes rebelled, all were surprised. The Relentless of Buryatia, Qoshila of the clan Barga sighed, mounted his horse, and roared: This is the moment we were waiting, this is the day you were calling, fools: Ride the horses to Kirghiz realm: Down with his line: Bring the head of the swine!
...thus rebelled the independence faction, along with the Mongol tribes. The Kirghiz Khagan was clever, but not without mistakes: He did move his capital yurt to Ötüken, close to Buryatia, before dying under suspicious circumstances. This was his final mistake; and Qoshila was waiting his demise. Pathetic vassals of Buryatia, angry with Qoshila Khan of not fighting for a long time before, suddenly saw his plan, trembled and panicked, sent him words of loyalty. Qoshila sighed.
...thus captured Qoshila the capital yurt of the Kirghiz, denouncing his rule, proclaiming his independence. The Kirghiz could not even reach back, and lost all his wars. Now was not one, but two khaganates: The Kirghiz and the Mongolia. Qoshila, Khan of Buryatia, sighed and conquered Ötüken from the new khaganate of the Mongol tribes. This was a proclamation war against those: The Kirghiz and The Mongol Khaganate might be strong, but his was the Khanate of Buryatia, they were the rulers of Ötüken, the true khans of the steppes of Mongolian lands.
The Future Heir
Qoshila Khan's first born son, Toghun was the heir to be Buryatia's new khan. His children, the two grandsons of the Relentless Khan, were two happy toddlers, as if the warming rays of the morning sun. Dayan, the first born, and Oyiradai, the genius.
Toghun knew his father's troubles, and his anger towards his grandfather. He saw his father's tears when no one else could, during the disinheriting ceremony of his youngest brother: The tradition of the realm, the succession of the kingdom, demanded single heir with lands to be accordingly given. Toghun knew that his father would live his fury silently, and his wrath towards the tradition was not enough to break it permanently. Thus loved Toghun his sons even more, thus cherished Toghun his sons' decisions even more.
Dayan was a gentle soul, and he was immediately branded as a coward, a fearful man in his childhood. Oyiradai, seeing how the other children would pick on his older brother, was always there to defend him, with his wits, with his fists. Dayan might be known as a craven, but Oyiradai knew, that his older brother was still a stubborn, ardent person, and perhaps even more relentless than his grandfather, Qoshila Khan.
Regardless of the happiness, the realm would carry the tradition. The elders spoke, thus judged Dayan to be unfitting for the mount. Dayan was disinherited, pulled out of the succession. Qoshila sighed silently, but his first born Toghun knew that his father was furious. They were still fighting against the Kirghiz, and for his father the elders were just a nuisance. Toghun kept his first born Dayan with him, riding together in the steppes, fighting the Kirghiz. Qoshila Khan is busy, but everyone should beware of his hidden fury, said Toghun.
...therefore it was an ice-cold moment, when the news arrived after the Ötüken war. Oyiradai, nowhere to be found, travelled to Kingdom of Angara, a vassal of the Kirghiz. Toghun panicked, ran to his father, hoping against the most dreadful possibility, that he would do something against his son.
Toghun was surprised when he met his father, however: Qoshila, tears in his eyes, red-faced out of anger, but laughing. Laughing, as his grandson did what he could not. Oyiradai became a shaman for the King Rinchin of Angara, married a local tribesman's hunchbacked daughter, probably going to live there forever. Qoshila was laughing, as his grandson took Qoshila's own revenge on the elders of the realm, on Qoshila's own father, on the world.
...unfortunately, the realm was not laughing, and not happy even a bit. The elders of the clan Barga gathered, and devised an Erlik-wise plan to blatantly murder Oyiradai, the genius. This was the plan, this was the tradition; for the steppes, for the Buryats.
...then saw Toghun, an impeccable brightness in the eyes of his father. This light was rage, that he never, nor his mother, nor any of his siblings, ever saw before. Qoshila Khan sighed, in rage.
Within months, all the conspiring elders disappeared mysteriously, and the rest were persuaded by the Khan. Envoys were sent to Kingdom of Angara, to bring the young Oyiradai safe back home; King Rinchin said no: He was now a shaman. Toghun looked at this father, and he understood the true meaning of his own fear, and his father's love for him. The realm would tear apart Oyiradai for abandoning them. Qoshila Khan, to prevent any harm to his grandchild from the elders, from the tribes, or anyone in the realm, would rather burn down the rest of the world.
So did Qoshila Khan, burn down the world. King Rinchin was attacked by a mere mob; Oyiradai's betrothed, now his bride, was slain in the dark. Qoshila Khan found a new bride for his grandson; secretly met and persuaded him with his silver tongue to come back, but to no avail; and when all failed, demanded his grandson back to his realm. The new King of Angara refused all the demands. So gathered Qoshila Khan all his tribesmen, and rode to Yenisei, or what was left from the former powerful Kingdom of Angara. Their overlord, the Kirghiz Khanate was not as strong as before, but they still fielded a mighty force. Qoshila Khan struck them as if a lightning from Ülgen, the creator of the earth.
The Kirghiz riders retreated in shame; Kingdom of Angara was burned into the ashes; Oyiradai, the future heir, was brought back to Buryatia. Dayan was given the lands of Yenisei; thus ended the war for the future heir of Buryatia, so began the year of 935 in East Siberia.
Qoshila Khan, known as the Relentless; after the War for Buryat's Future Heir.
...and Toghun looked at his father, one last time before Qoshila Khan passed away.
It was remorse, it was pride, it was happiness, it was gladness in Qoshila's eyes. Qoshila Khan looked back at Toghun, then at his grandson, Oyiradai.
Toghun, the Heir of Buryatia, will be known as the Merciful.
It was understanding, it was pity, it was gloom; but it was also the same, and even more, fury against the realm, what Qoshila Khan saw in Oyiradai's eyes.
Oyiradai, the Future Heir of Buryatia, known as the Genius. Though only an intelligent person at best; he is far more gifted than anyone in the Barga Tribe
Qoshila Khan sighed, and passed away. His horse Boreas died the next day. They were buried together by the tradition.
Player's notes: Apologies for this absurdly long narrative, but grandchildren are still wandering around. It is especially painful to watch a future heir (heir's heir) going to another realm, becoming a priest, marrying to whomever found, therefore cannot be called back.
Befriending the target, eliminating the liege, eliminating the spouse, none would work at such a situation, naturally. There remains only the old-fashion method: conquer the realm that the target person is stuck in order to bring back home.
Except that in this case the distance was ~1000km in real world measurement. The narrative is kept long in an analogy to this.
Sigh.
Player's Edit 25.03.2021: Corrected the duchy name, corrected the date; minor corrections on some localisations. Added character images after realising that the post was transferred to aar subforum under mysterious circumstances. This was only a long narrative in order to share a common pain with the fellow players in the forums.
Player's Edit 14.06.2021: Reduced the font of the appendix; since decided to publish the complete story.
Publishers'-Edit 12.01.2022: Corrected publication mistakes. Corrected the threadmark. Replaced a verb to avoid confusion. Reuploaded the images with jpeg format as the forum rules. Corrected title convention.
Publishers'-Edit 12.11.2022: Corrected publication mistakes.
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