“There were two huge armies, thousands of people and the Tatars were almost twice more than the Russians. Mamai Khan had brought over a half of the Horde, and the Russians had almost every one they had. There was not too many of them, but they were impressive. Dimitry had done a great job choosing, training, and arming them. Most of them were huge. But, was that the point of the display? Maybe. Did they have any secret weapons? No, that was the secret weapon, and they had funds. They were good and trained in somewhat modern techniques. And, the Russians somehow won. They say, and I confirm that Tsar Dimitry later called Donskoi for the battle, was very smart.” He was getting ready to deliver a lecture on the subject, but the Prime Minister interrupted him in time.
“Well, after the battle, they buried all the dead, the Russians, and the Tatars alike, in the great mount called the Mamai Kurgan, on the bank of River Don. This is really huge, and many people were buried there. Maybe it was the largest burial mount of this type. I am not certain for one hundred percent, but it looks that way. What do you think, professor? Many people tried to dig the Mamai Kurgan, but it was so huge, a mountain and the Soviet government did not like the idea. They were not sure what was there and did not want to take a chance on history. Soviet history was so unpredictable at times. That could’ve been a huge chance, and the Soviets did not like chances. Chances could be costly, financially, and politically. So, no chances for the Soviets.”
“So? You could have told me all that during the regular briefing. Why are we here, people?” The President was interested in the story, but clearly, he was still very agitated after the night events. That happened just a few hours ago, and the Kulikovo Battle with the Mamai Kurgan occurred almost seven hundred years ago. So, the last night was largely more vital to him than the Mamai Kurgan, Khan Mamai, Batu Khan and everyone else. All that could wait for a little longer. It was there for seven hundred years already and did not go anywhere. It would be there for a while longer. Afterward, after that dog bit him, he did not sleep all night long, but the dog did and quite well. What a creature. That dog reminded him of his wife and, the snakes also did.
“Well, there is more, Mr. President.” Slowly stated the Prime Minister Albagdrorj. “We found the memoirs of Batu Khan recorded by a servant. Who knew that Batu kept the memoirs? This document was badly damaged, but there is still enough to follow his train of thoughts. This is a shocking document, and we are not certain what to do with it. It could change our history considerably. It could change world history for all we know. Many things described there are not what we thought happened. We should do something. Maybe we should hide it and not publish. What do you think? For sure, we should study it carefully. Every single word… This is the biggest find ever. This is entirely too much. What do you think? Mr. President?” The Prime Minister was clearly sincere in the thoughts and full of confusion, and uncertainty.
“What could be there that we did not know? We know they were the butchers and we know how they killed and how many. We know of the slaves and the rapes, pillaging, and everything else. We even know of the mounts of cut-off heads Batu and Subutai used to pile up after the battles. So many harrow stories… So much horrifying truth in it. We know all that, and the world knows all that. We do not have to be ashamed of anything. We did not do that, they did. The Germans topped it off during the last war. The Crusaders, for god’s sake, did all that. The Muslims still do it all the time, and with a lot of pride. They attribute it to God’s will. So, why are you getting so shy and girlish all of a sudden?” The President was smiling, gesticulating the question with his hands and the eyes. The palms of his hands were open, facing up and stretched out. That was somewhat universal, meaning peace, no harm meant, calm down, and let’s keep talking. He could never understand those politicians, who had no honor by definition but suddenly was getting so honorable on him. That was something. What the world was getting to? What the politicians were getting to? Honorable politicians? How is that? What a pile of crock that was. That truly was the contradiction of terms as far as it goes. He knew it; he was the leading politician who led them.
“Now, tell me what bothers you and the others, Prime Minister. Talk; don’t dance around. Time is critical, and I do not have much.”
“Well, I have a copy of the report here. It sounds that Batu Khan, Subutai and almost all his court were converted to Judaism at one point. Yes, Judaism and not Islam or any other religion. They liked it and promoted it openly rewarding people for converting and never punishing anyone for not converting. You remember, Timur the Lame did almost the same thing. There was no forced conversion, and Jews were promoted. Batu, Subutai and Tamerlane were running a society very tolerant of religion and all customs building on that instead of destroying anything. That seems to be the reason why they were so successful and in such a short time. They offered people friendship first, no matter what you were and if you refused it, only then, they conquered you. They said the Jews, the Khazars, taught them that. They were Jews, Mr. President and Batu kept talking about. Also, it reveals the plan to convert the entire nation of Mongols and as many associate clans as possible into Judaism, and many were converted. We don’t know how many though, but it sounds like a lot. That part of the text is missing, but it could be a lot, and there was no pressure of any type. People liked it somehow. We may find it yet. I mean the numbers. We have not checked everything yet. There is more and could be even more than that. But, it looks like almost all Mongols were converted, and some of the Tatars were not. First, Subutai and then, Batu Khan died. We do not know how far they went converting the Horde. You see, Mr. President, we are Jews, and we did not know that. We had no idea, and now we do. How did we lose all that information? Where? What else we do not know? What a mess. Did you ever hear anything like that? What a mess, what a mess. Is that a joke? Wake me up; it could be a bad dream.”
“What are you saying?” The President drained a large piala of kumis in one huge gulp. That was good. It helps, and he needed that.
“We are Jews, Mr. President and we have been Jews ever since the middle of the 13th century. All our ancestry was Jewish, and we have the Jewish blood too. Well, not all but most of us. The pure Mongols do.” Now, the Prime Minister was thirstily drinking kumis. The rest of the people in this semi-modern semi-traditional Mongolian conference room designed for close conferences of the inner circle of the administration were quiet being rooted in the thoughts. These were dense and dark thoughts. What did they think about? Were they thinking of the grandmothers and their Jewish cooking? The matzo balls? The Gifilte fish? The kosher anything? Their grandmothers and even their great grandmothers did not know that they were supposed to cook that and kept cooking the foul-smelling Mongolian stuff and drinking kumis with the meat. Oh, gevolt! Were they bad Jews? Now what? Would they go to hell? They’ve been to hell already with the Russians and the Chinese. And the Japanese added a very twisted twist to it. Could they recover the situation somehow? Who would know what to do? Where to find that one? There were no Jews in Mongolia. Were there? Do we know any? Are they real? Are we really Jews? Us… The Mongols? People in this room were as pure Mongols as they come. What does it mean — Jews?
“Where did the Jewish blood come from?” The President could not swallow it without a fight. It was too much to swallow, to begin with, and the fight, the resistance, the asking questions, could break it down to the smaller pieces, to the pieces easier to digest. But, even the smallest piece would be too hard to swallow. Those pieces could be multifaceted and sharp and full of hooks. “Do we know anything about that, the Jewish blood? Where did it come from, and how? Why? What do we know about that? Is there anything concrete?”