Melih awoke with a start. He had no idea how long he had been asleep, but the debate was still raging. In fact, it was the recent round of shouting that had roused him from his dreams, which were more pleasant than these surroundings. He stood up on a small stool to better see what was going on in the center of the tent.
It was clear that tempers had grown short. Sub-Chieftain Mustafa was screaming about the plentiful fish in the area, and about building boats to travel over water. The majority of the elders knew little of fishing and sat quietly, shaking their heads. They were subsistence farmers, and had been for generations. Uncle Bedri knew that he had their support, but Mustafa had a considerable following, and they were getting bolder.
Chieftain Bedri Ayhan's next action would change the lives of the Ottoman people forever, and would stay ingrained in Melih's memory for the rest of his life. Bedri rose, turned his back to Mustafa, and then in one powerful swirl of his body swung his war club into the side of Mustafa's head.
As Chieftain, Bedri's club was lined with colorful yet very sharp quartzite rock and other decorative stones. It sliced open the top of Mustafa's head. He fell to the ground, blood and grey matter staining the ground. The tent went silent. The debate was over.
The next morning, the tribe broke camp and left the area.
It was clear that tempers had grown short. Sub-Chieftain Mustafa was screaming about the plentiful fish in the area, and about building boats to travel over water. The majority of the elders knew little of fishing and sat quietly, shaking their heads. They were subsistence farmers, and had been for generations. Uncle Bedri knew that he had their support, but Mustafa had a considerable following, and they were getting bolder.
Chieftain Bedri Ayhan's next action would change the lives of the Ottoman people forever, and would stay ingrained in Melih's memory for the rest of his life. Bedri rose, turned his back to Mustafa, and then in one powerful swirl of his body swung his war club into the side of Mustafa's head.
As Chieftain, Bedri's club was lined with colorful yet very sharp quartzite rock and other decorative stones. It sliced open the top of Mustafa's head. He fell to the ground, blood and grey matter staining the ground. The tent went silent. The debate was over.
The next morning, the tribe broke camp and left the area.
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