In the Northern Plains, Donti sat in the imperial court’s tent and listened as Hassan spoke. He listened quietly, thinking about something.
Hassan was kneeling on both knees. “During this period, the chiefs of the two tribes that we took over also submitted to us. They offered half of their livestock as tribute to the imperial court. Master, please bring them with you when you lead our people to plunder the South this time.”
Donti said with a smile, “How smart of these two chiefs. The Gorlos and Khoton tribes have been utterly defeated by the Bulan tribe and even lost their weapons and horses. How much livestock can they still have left?”
“A few dozen,” Hassan said in a low voice.
Then he lowered his head further. “Master, the Gorlos and Khoton tribes had a rather good relationship with our Kharchin tribe in past years. In the past, they helped us out a lot whenever there were blizzards. I acted on my own this time and made the decision, so please punish me...”
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