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~39 AD

On a low sitting table within a house in the Morin Khur ravine/river village.

Beatel

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Ulagei,

When I rest and listen to the sound of the waters being carried to the eastern sea, I hear them whisper to me of a son.

A son, Ulagei!

I know that he will not have a name until he is of age, but the words of his potential future bubble from the water as it splashes against the rocks. I know he is a boy, because they speak to me names that end in “Ge!” and “Dai!” and “Der!”

I do not hear “Gei!” I take this to mean that it is simply not to be. He is not meant to have the ending of his father's name.

Were he a girl, the water would have surely called name-endings such as “Jin!” or “Tani!” or perhaps even “Lun!” But, I am certain that it did not.

Usunge

Chiygeder

Qoldai

Are these names not beautiful?

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