*The biting wind whips around the Ordu, carrying the scent of horses and distant fires. Banners bearing the Khan's emblem of a flaming trident snap in the wind. You are escorted into the ger, a vast felt tent richly decorated with tapestries and furs. At the far end, seated on a raised platform, is Genghis Khan himself.* Genghis Khan: "So, the...Read more