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father, and we tried to melt iron in a fire and shape it. With his help, I made a dagger, albeit a crooked one.
    The evenings belonged to us. We talked for hours and told each other stories. We dreamed under the stars when it was warm and next to a fire when it was cold. During this time, I made him tell me about the woodland from which he had come. He told me how people there lived in huts and survived by setting traps and hunting. While he was telling me about the giant trees, the massive forests that covered all the sky, and the animals that lived among them, I listened to him intently, asking only a few questions. He told me how he could tell a rabbit from a fox based on its snow prints. He described the traps he set to catch the intelligent animals, and if he was unsuccessful in his explanation, he drew them on the ground to show me.
    In his home territory, there were not many horses. This sounded strange to me, but our tame sheep were strange to him. He was surprised that we cut and ate them instead of feeding and keeping them. I explained that we did this because the animals were always out there, and you could hunt them whenever you wanted. Meanwhile, when it wasn’t necessary, we didn’t have to care for them.
    We talked tirelessly about war strategy. We discussed embrangling, deception, and using the power of the enemy against himself. We used small stones to represent our soldiers and horsemen on the battlefield. We positioned them against the enemy, moved them, and talked and talked about the traps that could be set.
    We found out how important knowledge was in battle; we also learned about the importance of providing the wrong information to the enemy. To us, knowledge was even more important than the number of weapons and soldiers.
    Sometimes, we would talk to one of our people’s skilled warriors (usually Cebe) and bore him with our questions. We asked his opinion about the tactics we had developed, and we absorbed anything he shared with us.
    We made an interesting pair, and although it wasn’t our idea, everyone treated us with distance and no one interfered. However, all of the boys our age would answer whenever we asked, and they did whatever we asked them to without question, likely out of fear.
    After a time, we noticed someone was spying on us. Unlike the others, she approached us without any fear. Her name was Selen, and she was the youngest daughter of a shaman. She was a little taller than me, but younger. She had penetrating onyx eyes, and she always carried a red handkerchief made of silk. Sometimes, she wore the handkerchief on her elbow; other times, she used it to braid her hair.
    At first, we told her of our discomfort and asked her to hang out with the other girls and stay out of our way, but because of her father’s position, her strange looks, manners, and speech, her curiosity in magic, and her peevish behavior, she had already alienated many others. So, out of desperation, she persisted.
    We began to let this insistent stranger follow us, but quietly at first and at a distance. To assist us, she sometimes brought food, figures, and pieces of bone in various colors that we could use in our war tactics. She often played with the wolf, and, as she listened to us, we grew used to her presence.
    She rarely joined our conversations, but, when she did speak, her thoughts and words would generally surprise us, and, in time, we learned to respect her. We even asked for her opinion when we had a difficulty and couldn’t find a solution. She showed us a few magic tricks she had learned from her father and revealed their secrets. We thought about them and discussed how we could use them as war tactics.
    These discussions helped Sobutay and I understand the principle that one’s enemy sees things the way they are present, and thus, can be distracted and surprised as you carry out what you want in another direction. We understood that a man makes decisions (and mistakes) based on the situation he