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shly roasted gazelle is a delicacy of the Mongolian grassland； especially after a hunt； when the meat is roasted and eaten on the spot。 Historically； it was a favorite of the khans and royalty； and an essential ponent of gatherings of ordinary hunters。 As newly acknowledged hunters； Chen Zhen and Yang Ke were invited to participate in the feast。 The thrill of the hunt； along with sheer exhaustion； had given Chen such an appetite that he felt he appreciated the event more than any Mongol khan ever could； it was an outdoor feast for humans fol—lowing an outdoor feast by a pack of wild wolves。 Chen and Yang； who at that moment felt as free and powerful as any Mongol； impulsively grabbed flasks from the hands of fellow hunters who were drinking and eating and singing with fervor and passion； and gulped down great mouthfuls of liquor。
With a burst of laughter； Bilgee said； “I’d be afraid to go see your parents in Beijing a year from now； since by then I’ll have turned you into Mongol savages。”
“We Han could use a heavy dose of Mongol spirit；” Yang Ke said； the smell of liquor strong on his breath。
At the top of his lungs； Chen Zhen shouted “Papa” three times； raised the flask in his hand above his head； and toasted the “Venerable Tribal Leader。” The old man took three drinks from his fl ask and responded； “Minihu； minihu； minisaihu” （My child； my child； my good child）。
Batu； giddily drunk； slapped Chen on the back and said； “You 。 。 。 you are only half a Mongol； wh 。 。 。 when you； you marry a Mongol girl 。 。 。 a woman； father a 。 。 。 a Mongol brat； then you’ll be a true Mongol。 You； you’re on the weak side； no good； not good； not good enough。 Mongol women under 。 。 。 under the bedcovers； make you work； worse than wolf 。 。 。 wolves。 Mongol men； mos
