The Conqueror Page #2

I say who stays

in our tents.

This woman

is for my pleasure.

You will take pleasure...

with the offspring

of your father"s slayer?

She will bring woe to you,

my son.

And to your people!

Stay, my Mother!

There will be feasting...

and rejoicing!

Rejoicing?

The memory of your father

is heavy in my heart.

And for me

there is no rejoicing.

?? [Guitar, Drums]

?? [Melancholy Song

In Native Language]

?? [Singing Continues]

?? [Singing Continues]

?? [Song Ends]

?? [Lively Music]

[Shouts In Native Language]

Dance!

No! No!

Let"s see

the Tartar woman dance!

Huh?

[Cheering]

[Cheering Continues]

I do not dance

for jackals.

No?

But for Temjin

you"ll dance!

Dance,

Tartar woman.

Dance for Temjin!

Know this, woman.

I take you for wife.

Is Temjin so wanting

for a woman that he will

quench his fire with ice?

You had no love for Targutai.

This l"d swear.

So I must be overwhelmed

by Temjin, flattered

by his drunken ardor,

returning

kiss for kiss.

The least of my slaves

will give you more pleasure,

Mongol.

Guard!

Lord?

Take this captive

to her tent.

Come.

[Panther Snarls]

Woman!

[Whispering]

Jamuga.

Jamuga!

[Gasps]

Lord, my mistress

wishes to speak with you.

Bortai? Where is she?

A captive in her tent,

my Lord,

else she would

have come to you.

Come.

What mischief do you want

of me, woman?

Mischief?

Temjin did not think

it mischief...

until I refused him.

You I would not refuse,

Jamuga.

Suppose, having taken

your favors,

I refuse the favor

you seek?

Then I would reveal

your betrayal to Temjin.

Horses for me and

my slave woman, and safe

conduct out of this camp.

Is that so much?

I am tempted, woman.

Tempted above all

to let you go from here,

for you will bring sorrow

between me and him,

and disaster upon his people!

Let me go, then,

Jamuga.

He"s dearer to me

than life.

I cannot betray him,

even for his good.

Better to betray him for his good

than be thought a traitor...

without profit.

What are you saying,

woman?

That I will cry out

and call your beloved Temjin!

[Men Shouting]

Back!

[Snarling]

Hyah!

Out, Mongol! Out!

Out!

Out, Mongol!

Targutai!

[Man Shouts]

- Temjin!

- [Man Shouts]

Mongol!

[Dog Barks]

Why is this carcass

lying here?

It is an omen, my son.

What woman"s talk

is this, my Mother?

Rid us of this carrion!

And what of your dead?

Those who died needlessly

for this cursed child

of Kumlek"s!

Jalair!

Lord?

Let two men guard this woman

in her tent.

If ill befalls her, they shall die

the slow death.

Chepei!

If the outpost guards still live,

bring them before me.

You would punish

your outposts...

after deserting us

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