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massacred survivors and runaways. The shockwave of fear we created spread far and wide. Everyone feared that we would target the region’s largest city, Baghdad, but as I was tired of the heat, we headed north instead.
    From prisoners and caravans, we learned that we were entering the land of Georgia. The lands extending from the Black Sea to the Caspian belonged to them. They had a strong regular army and powerful weapons and were rumored to be cruel.
    We headed directly toward their capital, Tbilisi where the armored Georgian troops welcomed us in the open air. Like so many before, their numbers vastly exceeded ours. We attacked the middle of the formation like an arrow and, while withdrawing, surrounded the enemies who gave chase, then destroyed them in the middle. It was a war tactic the Georgians had never seen before, but no one would be left on the battlefield to tell about it.
    Without delay, we headed towards Azerbaijan and set fire to their city of Maragheh, killing all those who dwelled inside. We effectively erased them from the map.
    One day, as we were plundering a small village, a poor, elderly man appeared at my feet in the village hall. He crawled, cried, and screamed. Tears mixed with his saliva, and I couldn’t understand him. When his hand suddenly grabbed my foot, I drew my sword with a quick movement and cut off his arm. I then stepped on his bleeding wound with my full weight so that blood loss wouldn’t overtake him before I satisfied my curiosity.
    I called over a translator, who told me the old man’s words: “You came here, plundered our house and our land. You killed everyone. You owe us blood. You must kill those in the Alamut Fortress who have kidnapped my son. You must save my son.”
    My curiosity had been satisfied. I beheaded the old man.
    I asked the prisoners where the Alamut Fortress was and who lived there. I grew tired of those who got excited when they told me about it and killed those who spoke too much. Finally, I found someone who could tell me about it simply:
    The Alamut Fortress was an aerie in the western mountains ruled by Hassan Sabbah and his successors. Even the great Turkish Empire known as the Seljuks were unable to conquer it.
    The next target of the campaign was defined now. We advanced toward the steep mountains and narrow paths for days. Those who heard that we were coming united and made the mistake of attacking us in the open air. Finally, after a treacherous journey, we crested a ridge and suddenly faced the fortress. As an enemy fortification, it was a nightmare, but before morning, the fortress fell, and we were inside.
    I had someone ask after the old man’s son, and a frail young man was brought before me. He had respect and fear in his behavior but rage in his eyes. He bowed in front of me, and when he approached me, I, again to everyone’s surprise, drew my sword and cut off his right hand. The hand fell to the ground with a metallic clang and a hidden dagger rolled out of its fingers.
    “ I brought you the compliments of your father,” I said. Before he could reply, I cut off his head. It is said that when the head of a man is cut off, he stays alive for the period of time that he can hold his breath. The head of that young man spent all that time staring at me in bewilderment.
    Sobutay turned to me with a questioning look.
    “ An old and sly man found a way to get his revenge and give a lesson to the Mongols,” I said. “He directed us to a fortress which had never been defeated in the hopes we would get our deserts.”
    I turned to my soldiers. “Kill everyone, but leave three alive. They will tell what they have witnessed. Don’t let a single goat or cat live. Destroy the fortress so totally that no one will have a reason to settle here again,” I commanded. “Legends are like that. They grow in the head and live on the tongue of a man until a Mongolian comes and smashes him.”
    We thought about where to go next, but, with the news that they