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He told his dream to his wife. She started crying, “Don’t kill the grey stallion!” The bey
did not listen to her—he killed the grey stallion. In the morning the wife realized that she was
with a child.
In the due time women gathered in the yurt. Each one wanted to be the one to cut the
baby’s cord. All of a sudden they heard from the mother’s womb, “Clear the yurt of all these
women! I will come out on my own. Call my father in; I need to talk to him!”
The bey walked into the yurt.
“Father, should I come out?” asked the unborn baby.
“Come out, darling!” answered the bey.
“If I get to rule over my own self, then I will come out, but if you do not give me such
power, then what’s the point of being born!”
“You will get to rule over your own self!” said the bey.
And so the baby jumped out of the womb.
The women returned and were astounded. “Who is it, a boy or a girl?” they asked.
“A girl,” said the father.
He called a toi, treating his guests to mutton and fermented mare’s milk. The women left
for their homes.
Time passed, and the bey’s daughter grew up to be a real beauty. Every day sons of other
beys came to ask for her hand. The bey would only say, “I do not tell my daughter what to do.
Let her decide herself.”
They went to the girl.
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