Saddle and Silk

VII.

In the northwest of the Khergit Khanate, far from the war, a secret meeting of the Khan and his field staff was taking place. After the defeat at Yalen, only a month after the assault on the small stronghold of Rhodoka, where the Khan lost eighteen thousand men, he needed to re-unify his forces. But it was not possible, because half of the country was occupied by Vaegirians and Rhodians. Now he had to decide whether to surrender and accept the terms or continue the fight. She played for and against both.

"Advise me, lord of Bahagd, what do you propose?" The field marshal frowned, twirled his mustache, and sighed. "Great Khan, I have six thousand men at my disposal. I cannot meet it in battle with any of these occupying armies. . Perhaps if Bey Uruslan and Bey Murza agreed, I would have their men under my command, I would have something like thirteen thousand men, and although it would not be enough for the Rhodoks, I would push out the Vaegircs with it." Khan nodded his head. "It doesn't sound too bad. But we must consider the danger of the Rhodoks and their army of thirty thousand." One of the senior officers raised his hand. The Khan nodded to him to speak.

"Great Khan, descendant of the great Tengri, how about we do it like your grandfather did? As part of the peace with the Vaegirs, we could cede part of the steppe to them, deal with the Rhodoks, and only then attack the Vaegirs and get it back." The Khan sighed. "Dear nephew, that would be fine if the Vaegir King was not the father of the Rhodoka Queen, that then it would be easy." This matter had been in the Khan's stomach for a very long time, so it was unwise to remind him of it, but the Khan's nephew made a sensible suggestion, so none of the marshals, not even the Khan himself, said anything to him. This fact was relatively little known, and apart from the rulers and high nobility, and possibly the inhabitants of the given country or capital cities, not many people knew about it yet, because in times of unrest and wars, not much was known about it. "Il-Khan, what if we try to contact my cousin..?" Nephew Temujin looked questioningly at the khan. This was a risky move, but even though the khan was trying to get his next relative down even at the cost of assassination - it was rather more complicated., repeatedly, and they were both on the other side of the barricade, he was secretly proud of him.

The funny thing was that the great Sanjar was already almost sixty. In the world of the Khergits, however, nationality is not taken into account - success is, and blood is, or loyalty, which can only be revoked by the swearer if something grossly displeases him. Relatives who had sworn allegiance to various Kings and were in the Khan's family could do nothing but be hired and achieve high positions elsewhere. Tiberius was high and absolutely loyal to his country-the Rhodians took him as their own. "Tiberius is not mean, but he is a prudent politician, and above all he is smart, he maneuvers me somewhere I don't want, but he has a sense of humor." The Khan laughed. "I used to not want to assassinate him because of what he did to me at Aserai with the caravans. Three weeks after that the murderer returned, declared that he had received a higher offer, and thus did me the same injury as he did. I never sought his death." Khan sighed and began to describe his plan.

"Even so, the messengers gathered at the request of the Khan of the Khergits in the steppe, and for a month they negotiated with each other, who and how it would be, and how it should look during peace." The old chronicler thought, and then a fly sat on his written page. He waved her away and continued to write:,,"However, my role as a chronicler is to record important events in history. And so to the Yale interviews - not much has been resolved, but I only wish for some things. In the spring of the year sixty-one, a peace agreement was signed between the Vaegirs and the Nords, in the summer the Khanate returned its territories held by the Rhodoks, but the Swads received nothing - in four years the Kingdom of the Swads went from a rich country to a small state that essentially became a vassal country Rhodian Empire. Lady Isolla finally succumbed to the pressure of the Kingdom of Rhodoch back in the fall of 1260, and accepted the title of Queen of Swadia, Princess of Uxhal. In the fall of the sixty-second year, King Kastor of Veluka died, and in the Kingdom of Rhodoch the whole land gathered to elect a new king. It is not without interest that not two but three candidates prevailed at the time. Tiberius Ukban bey, Young Kastor II.Velucky, and the son of the deposed king, Rolund. Tiberius the very second day after the election began, right after stealing a lot of voters, said the memorable words: "Gentlemen, don't be afraid that I am serious about my candidacy for the King of Rhodonia, I am only here to prevent the other candidate, Roland, from gaining a majority votes, thereby preventing the rightful heir and candidate for the throne, Castor the Younger, from taking the throne!" By which half of the nobility clearly showed their political affiliation. Nothing else important happened that year, except for the disaster in the merchant world, because the price of grain..., ,