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By gentle feet, the nomad is led. The concubine is as modest and graceful as this island, he reflects. Not the sporting, sternness of his mares on the steppe. There is no place for sleek thighs and mildness in his hard land.
“Tell me of these rewards,” Batu loosens more water from his cheeks. He wanted to learn as much as he could about the wisteria wolves, to give credence to the rumors: dens ornamented with stone, temples of gold, and servants by the hundred!
But the raider has no more use for gold than a den he could not move. Ahead, his eyes sail the pleasing hips of the emperor's concubine.
“Tell me of these rewards,” Batu loosens more water from his cheeks. He wanted to learn as much as he could about the wisteria wolves, to give credence to the rumors: dens ornamented with stone, temples of gold, and servants by the hundred!
But the raider has no more use for gold than a den he could not move. Ahead, his eyes sail the pleasing hips of the emperor's concubine.