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“That guy is my husband, your father! Bring him over here, quick!”
Altyn-bey rode to the lame one. He picked him up, put him on a horse and brought him
home. Dudar-kys came out of the yurt. Altyn-bey took his father off the horse, and galloped
away to his herds. When he returned in the evening, Dudar-kys already had washed Er-tostik in
mare’s milk, had dressed him in good clothes, and had fed him until he was full. They talked
about everything that had happened to them. Er-tostik had been left without a horse: Dudar-kys
was right when she warned him that the grey stallion would abandon Er-tostik for her sake. Er-
tostik wandered for long time looking for the grey stallion. He worked his feet down and became
lame, but he could not find the horse, or his wife, or his son.
They gathered their goods, herds, and cattle. They moved back to Er-tostik’s aal. The rest
of their life, they spent in happiness and harmony. Altyn-bey became an even greater champion
than his father.
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