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to report it, but he'll be back soon. Your hands are cut and bleeding! Ogadai, get some hot water for us!
Uzbek, go down and tell Temujin that his bride has arrived safely!"

Uzbek sprinted from the circle of light as Kuchlug held Toregene's trembling hands in his, looking closely
at her. "It's all right, now. Temujin will be here soon."

"The camp," gasped Toregene. "There are many soldiers guarding it. Too manyтАФand now they watch
us from over there. They will see every move we make. We can'tтАФ"

Kuchlug squeezed her hands. "Not now. Save your report for Temujin. For now, you rest, and clean
your wounds in privacy. Your things are in the low tent behind me. Ah, here is hot water for you."

Ogadai had returned from the fire with a bulging, goatskin bag. Kuchlug helped her to her feet, and she
took the bag. "My brown pack is in the tent?" she asked.

"Yes. Everything you left behind. Take your time, even sleep a little before Temujin returns. We will
keep watch."

Toregene hugged him, and he grinned. "I'm filled with envy for my friend," he said. "Now go."
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At the edge of the firelight, she found the tent and crawled inside, squinting in the gloom. She laced up
the entrance flap halfway so there was still some light coming in, then rummaged in her pack for cup,
cloth and the bag of special tea that was always with her since she'd been betrothed to Temujin. Laced
with white root and jin-hua, the tea had thus far prevented the conception of a child by their frequent
lovemaking before marriage. But Temujin was Tumatsin, and she was now dealing with the seed of a
Hansui Searcher, her time of possible conception near or immediate. She made the tea strong, and
gulped down a cupful, burning her mouth. She made a second cup, let it cool while she dabbed her hand
wounds clean with the cloth, then drank the tea down. She soaked the cloth with tea and washed her
genitals, flushing them twice with hot liquid, then again, wincing with pain.

She lay on her back, feeling the hot liquid working its way down inside her body. Hurry, she thought, but
was consumed by fear.




PART I
TUMATSIN
CHAPTER ONE

KATI
Kati was four when she went to the Festival of Tengri and saw the eye of Tengri-Nayon.

The festival location was far beyond the mountains, and her mother had been cooking for two days, their
ger filled with wonderful odors of mutton, cheese andayrog . Other women of theordu came and went,
carrying bags of tea, and barley ground to a fine flour. Goats and sheep had been brought in from the