Tatabi's inheritance matters would have to wait. Akgun, Tatabison by his third wife, was barely twelve and unready to be given all of his late father livestocks.The boy siblings is the same. Akgun looks lively, heecould beseen laughingwith two older friends,with two older friends, Yulbar and Gunner.
The three chieftains' sons were already almost inseparable, though they had not been this close before the clans' union. Each of them tried to mask the heavy burden they would one day inherit for the future of Gokturk—or so Iltas wished.
"My God, stop sniffing at me Gunner. Hey you hear me ...," Yulbar have a long face.
"Your scent is so nice. I like it," Gunner nods.
Gunner is the first son of Udmurt and the grandson of Jelek from his mother. As of the next spring, he will be 19 years old. Gunner have a handsome face with thin unshaven mustache.
He is sniffing at Yulbar's well brushed kurk (robes). His scent is warm and earthly. The fragrance Yulbar used is wild beeswax.
"What's next? my face is handsome isn't it. Are you a homo. I never seen you take interest in girls our age," Yulbar hurl an insult.
"Well i'm not mind you. Everyone i know is my kinsmen now. I don't know the clans in the middle and south," Gunner answer.
"Aih nonsense, anyway Qarabuqa still allows cousin and own's clan marriage but with Elders permission and ...," Yulbar is confused. What should he call his father now.
"A Qara Yay must not marry another Qara Yay. That is our tore, since we become Qarabuqa the tore in our blood follows suit," Gunner gives him a brief explanation.
"Anyway it will be better to kidnap some random girls. I don't know where but first thing first, your hairstyle is so girly. Hey Akgun fix it. Be a true man," Yulbar smirks.
Akgun immediately hopped onto Gunner's back. He shook his shoulders and then messed up Gunner's hair. Yulbar, however, was caught up in his father's gaze. It was as if he were looking far into the horizon—obviously thinking about the future of Qarabuqa.
"Oh Father i know how to contribute even with this dead legs," Yulbar mutters.
"Hehehe don't moves i'm almost done. Care to join!" Akgun shouts.
"Hey no there are so many people here. How about our erlik (valor/appearance)?" Gunner refuses.
"You two help me stand. Together with me we do it," Yulbar wants to stand by his decision.
The two did not bother questioning their friends. They help Yulbar stand, he raises his yak's milk cup high.
"Bey!" Yulbar screams as strong as he could. Followed by his two friends besides him.
"Wait for me big brother. Bey!" Nana jumps as high as she could.
Arpad, Yami, and other male youngsters join the chants. Followed by the female and children. Old people follows the last since what Iltas doing right now, attempting to become a Khagan according to the common tore is taboo. Only Bayrak, Dogan or Baybuqa (Head of Xu Su Clan) could bestow the ranks of Bey. Not from this spontatenous proclamation.
Arda from the back of feast row can only shake his head. The unthinkable has happened: a man without a kut, born from the lowly lineage and an outcast of Cumans has become a Bey.
As the Myosha clansmen gazes their eyes with contempt, they too cannot hide their admiration.
Bey!
"Proclaim yourself Great Leader! We implore you," Arpad moves forward kneeling. He is leading the crowd.
"I trust now you betray and possibly harm my clansmen. Disperse to the north that you belong or we will enact justice. We came here to buy your provisions and trade. Not joining in this banal festivities. You insult Tangri!" Arda could not hold his anger.
"My husband is right, please you two. Convince your husband," Kucuk plead all of the Qarabuqa to stop.
Iltas is still sitting, drinking his sweet honeyberries ayran. Dilara and Tiki glances at each other. Their resolve is already firm. Each of them offering their hands. Dilara on the right side and Tiki to his left. Iltas drop his bowl and grabs their hands. Helding his head high showing might.
"Myosha, your forces have been battered by the Xianbei. I shall happily lend you my army, with no reciprocity required." Iltas offers them easy alliance.
"Preposterous! If you are not the son of my uncle (first cousin from mother side), i will kill you already." Arda start to drew his sword's.
"Hear men i'm your Great Leader relatives. I have a quite prestigious pedigree myself especially to Myosha," Iltas is cracking his neck.
"You son of an Mentally Ill Man. Hand me a wooden staff. I want to cure his hereditary illness by battering his head!" Arda is ready to duel.
"Great Leader!" Arpad shouts.
"It's fine," Iltas is thrown a wooden staff. He catch and twist it fast before staring his battle.
Tack!
Both men are eager to end this duel in a single strike. Arda is more agressive to continue his attack, he strikes by thrusting the staff's like a spear. Arda lunge forward and pinned Iltas to the wall of town hall. Without hesitation he try to headbutt his duel opponent.
"Aarrgghh give it up! My kut is greater than yours. My grandmother is from Gorkemli Cuman Clan!" Arda's head is bruised. Blood pours from the bruises. The stone wall shows a small crack from his headbutt.
"Hehe very bad building, how can it be cracked by such a weak torque. Come on my big brother. We are both a Cuman. I let you hit me once," Iltas smirks. Taunting his cousin though it's a fact the building is poorly reinforced.
Tuck!
Iltas really let Arda hit him but at the last moment he dodge, so the attack won't hit his head. Arda is furious by Iltas action that he keep thrusting the staff. He did not realize the gap of power between them. Arda still on the offense, he smash the wall by kicking Iltas.