Like a pebble disappearing as it sinks into water, so are those who incur the wrath of the Great Khan.
Upon mountains of skulls and a throne of bones does he build his great and lasting peace.
For his will is the divine will of heaven, so say the Priests of the Christians, the imams of the Muslim, and the Monks of the Buddha. All pray for the health of the Khan that he might bring us the wealth of the city-dwelling cattle.
Those beasts of burden whose art serves to glorify the horde. Whom we seasonally harvest when they are ripe, just as our women pick the berries at summer’s end.
Woe to any who resist the Khan, for to do so is to stand against heaven. See how the Golden Khan has fallen. This once proud group, who were free men of the Steppe are now lowly beasts in their nests. See how their weak were culled and the strong added to the glory of the horde.
See how merciful is the Khan, who allowed those whom he spared to prove their loyalty by being the first to fight for his honor against their former comrades and neighbors. How when given the chance to be free, they join and become men at last, if only for a second.
Note too, how any women of worth join the horde and become wives to the Khan and his men. For truly it is the first time many of them have seen a Man, rather than these paper-worshipping pigs they called husbands.
It is only too sad that all are not fit to live free. Such as the men who fought about whether to resist or join the horde and killed their OWN countrymen. None could trust men of these and the Khan mercifully ended their lives that they might seek a better one the next time around.
Wise is the Khan, who will not be questioned, but seeks the wise council of the engine-makers who fight city to city, and the sages, monks and other wise men of all nations, that he might be as wise as they and truly understand how best to bring heaven’s will to pass.
Glory to the Khan, may he live a thousand years, in this flower of peace he has wrought though the fertilizer of war.
– Unknown Khan Officer
