Billowing clouds of dust darken the sky, and thunder strikes the ground before us. Frightened hooves clatter, ferocious throats roar, and a frenzied tumult swells in the air. I duck and my stallion bucks on all fours. Norbu’s resolute arm reigns it in.
“Get out of the way, now!” Dendup shouts his command from the back.
Our caravan sways and scrabbles to all sides. My hands dig into my horse’s manes.
“Get back!” Karma drives his stallion beside mine, forcing us further into the field.
An unrelenting hurricane crashes by. Warriors on horses, decked in scaled, blackened leather, pound the earth in a ruthless valor. Tuffs of black hair crown their helmets; fur earflaps fly from underneath. A frighting void of violence obscures their faces.
Mongols. Cold sweat breaks on my forehea
