“You’re mad.” Guy commented. “Stark staring mad!” Giovanni continued as if Guy hadn’t spoken. “Genghis laid down the conditions of his second coming. It would be in exactly a thousand years’ time. He would morph into the body of the man who found the Prophecy and his tomb.”
“A thousand years?”
“Yes, it’s exactly a thousand years since he had his vision on the plains in the early thirteenth century; I plan to be there to be suitably anointed.”
“By my calculations it’s only eight hundred years since the thirteenth century.”
“No, in the Mongolian calendar eight hundred of their years equals a thousand of today’s.
“But this has no relevance in the modern world; it’s meaningless,” Guy insisted.
“I also believe that the Prophecy is something that will give me authority over nations.”
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