Khergit warlords to the Sultan Hakim! O sultan, Sarranid devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight are thou, that canst not slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou shalt not, thou son of a whore, make subjects of Khergit sons; we have no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck thy mother. Thou Durquba scullion, Sharizian wheelwright, brewer of Bariyye, goat-fucker of Ahemerrad, swineherd of Swadia, pig of Nords, Rivacheg thief, catamite of Veluca, hangman of Jamiche, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw thine own mother! So the Khergits declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding pigs for the Rhodoks. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar...