Ulugh V : Part 10
The water was icy and stabbed at Gan-Ochir like knives. Not in itself a good thing. But compared with the men on the riverbank who would have been stabbing at Gan-Ochir with bayonets it was idyllic. The Volga flows swiftly and Gan-Ochir like any true Hordesmen was certainly not at home on or in the water. He could do little against the current and spent his remaining energy keeping his head above water. In this endeavour he was mostly successful and after what felt like hours and many litres of muddy water later he was swept into an eddy and thankfully able to make his way spluttering to the bank. In the last shreds of daylight he crept under a bush and immediately fell into a deep sleep. It had been a long day.
Two weeks later Gan-Ochir limped in through the door of his modest cottage on the outskirts of Saratow. He was immediately greeted by the shrill voice of Barilda.
"Where have you been?", she demanded. "Look at the state of your clothes. That shirt wasn't more than a month old when you left. Now it looks like an antique, and not a valuable one mind. We could have done with with something valuable. We're short on money and let me guess you didn't manage to loot one single mansion. It's been terrible for me with you gone. Up at the crack of dawn to milk the cow and up til late keeping this place tidy on the off chance that you decide to waltz back in. Not that you'll appreciate it of course, what with the amount of muck you're......."
Gan-Ochir sighed and tuned out, it was nice to know that some things don't change in this life.
That was certainly something that could not be said of the Golden Horde. Over the previous two weeks it had seen more change that it had for almost its entire existence. The Monarchist army had been caught completely unaware on the banks of the Volga as it marched on Astrakhan. Those that hadn't perished from bullets and bayonets of the Horde Council's reinforcements and been scattered into the Volga where most had drowned since swimming was a skill viewed in the Horde in much the same way that witchcraft was viewed in medieval Europe.
For the Horde Council the close call they had had with the Monarchist uprising was quite enough to show them the way forward. As long as a Khan existed in the Golden Horde, no matter how insignificant his role, he would always represent a figurehead for the enemy to rally around. So two days after the Battle of the Volga Ulugh V, still aged only nine years was brought to the central square in Astrakhan and before a huge crowd on stunned onlookers beheaded. Thus came to an end the life of the last and youngest Khan of the Golden Horde.
The rest of the royal family and anyone with a tentative claim to the throne met similar fates over the next week either at the point of an axe or knife
(Guns were frowned upon as cowardly and poison, strangulation etc not viewed as proper since they failed to shed blood).
With the threat of the Khan and possible successors removed the Horde Council decided they no longer needed to keep up the pretence of legitimacy that ruling in the Khan's name had provided. Thus the Council went open about who was in charge. As a further sign of how times were changing they also went so far as to rename the Golden Horde and provide a new flag.
New names and insignia for the state formerly known as the Golden Horde.
The new flag of the Golden Republic. The moon and star represent the purity of Islam within the state, i.e. the religious wing of the council. The red and blue represent the other strengths of the council. Red being the army and blue the diplomatic side. The red also is taken to represent the blood of enemies and rebels spilled on the land whilst blue is the sky, under which everything rightfully belongs to the Golden Republic.
After nearly four hundred and fifty years of existence the Golden Horde and its Khans were no more.
The End