Siberia 1200 B.C.

It is a cold day, the wind is blowing fiercely over the harsh, almost barren land, snow is falling lightly, ice-capped mountains are seen in the distance, the trees sparsely populated bend with the wind's forceful touch. Ghenghis Khan is warlord, or ruler of most of the known world, our people are nomadic. As we were sitting around the campfire last night, our local sorceress foretold that we would attain victory in today's battle with the murderous Hordes. Therefore each warrior, is filled with the expectancy of victory, here we are marching side by side, anxious for the battle to begin. Now let me tell you a little about our fearless warlord: Ghenghis Khan, he is a man of impressive stature,his hair is raven colour, long and adorned with plaits, his facial features are exquisite, full thick lips dominate his face, his blue eyes are very striking, they can hold one captive within their powerful gaze, as many a woman can attest to. Whilst his attire consists of , a multicoloured , billowing, velvet cloak, an azure blue silk shirt, his green pants were of a rich material. He has  heavy, solid, gold ear-rings in both ears, an evil-looking scimitar dangles from his waistband, he also wears a beautiful dagger of intricate design and craftmanship. This was made for him by our swordsmith, Gregori, who is the largest and tallest man of our tribe, who is known also for his talent of consuming large amounts of mead. Gregori, despite this has an eye for detail, so his swords and other goods are in great demand. Ghenghis Khan portrays a striking and romantic figure, and he and the rest of us warriors, are constantly raiding, and warring with our neighbouring tribes. In the midst of battle today , we lost Rodrigous and Edmondo, both good men who will be sorely misssed by all, especially their sons. As you might imagine, with our glorious commander leading us we have not suffered the indignity of defeat, unlike our enemies. Today we brought back with us a large booty of emeralds, rubies, gold, and jewels enough for a king's ransom. We also broght home with us three hundred and fifty, beautiful, captivating, woman slaves, veiled and endowed with beauty and mystique. Some of the women are to be given to us warriors, to be our wives, the most beautiful of these captive women are to  go into Ghenghis Khan's harem. Here they will find out what delights are in store for them, as residents of this rich, pleasant harem. Those who are not suitable for either of these occupations, have the dubious job of doing our menial work. In time this intermingling from other tribes will give us new blood, which in turn will produce strong, hearty sons. They then train from an early age, till they become fierce warriors and  continue our proud tradition of raiding and war against our enemies. Ghengis is not liked by many, he is though feared by every soul,be they young or old. The reason for this being, it is well known to all, his harsh, not always fair treatment of people, be it one of us his own warriors or a captive taken in balttle. For instance, just now Ghenghis Khan decreed all male captives taken in battle today be killed. He expressively lifted his eyebrows, and yelled 'Zumat all.' This order was carried out with relish, for we are a people who live by the sword. The woman captives have already been taken to their new quarters, it is just as well, they will not have to see what happens to their menfolk. They will wonder and surmise at what happened to their brothers, sons of lovers. They have been spared the cruelty of  being witness to their torturous deaths.