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“Bataar Ganbataar was an aide de camp of the famous Mongol Khan, Genghis. He was not a warrior. He was a Uyghur linguist and a geographer.

One marvelous autumn day, on the southern Eurasian steppes, Bataar walked from his yurt to make water and came upon a Jin assassin lying in wait in a small depression that he had scooped from the sandy soil, covering himself with dried camel dung and straw. With his curved Mongol sword, that all Mongol military functionaries were required to carry, upon the assassin’s neck, he asked him if he truly liked to travel. The assassin replied that traveling pleased him more than anything. Bataar then seated himself next to the prone assassin and regaled him with wondrous stories of all his travels with the Great Khan. The assassin, with Bataar’s scimitar on his neck, never looked directly at Bataar, but smiled and gestured with his almond shaped eyes as much as was possible. Bataar asked the assassin if he had a lover. The assassin said that he did not, but that he understood love, that he had wished it for himself very much.

Bataar belched rather loudly and then called to a herdsman close by and requested his favorite camel. Striking the assassin forcefully on the head with the flat of his sword he demanded he rise from his place of failed concealment. The assassin rose, dazed, in obvious cranial discomfort and prostrated himself at the feet of Bataar. Bataar Ganbataar gently lifted the assassin’s sparsely bearded chin, handing him the reins of his favorite camel, Sarantsatsral, which meant moonbeam in his language. The Jin assassin took the reins and nodded rapidly, causing himself even greater cranial discomfort and shuffled backwards with the camel in tow, towards Jin City. Bataar shooed him away, his scimitar wobbling after the assassin like an erratic daytime moon.

Bataar called the herdsman to him and whispered something in his ear. The herdsman then ran after the assassin, holding up his loose pantaloons with one hand and his filthy headdress atop his head with the other. Upon overtaking the assassin he motioned for him to dismount the camel. Bataar watched as the herdsman slapped the assassin on the shoulders, obviously speaking loudly and dramatically to him, gesturing vigorously with his hands, his pantaloons falling, revealing his boney backside. The assassin then grabbed the ever-gesturing herdsman by the head and looked heavenward.

Bataar Ganbataar walked back to his yurt, tears running down and lodging in his smokey red mustaches, holding his scimitar like a baby or a wounded animal.”

from “The Chronicles of Bataar Ganbataar” by Franklin Cincinnatus

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