This story has been largely fictional. Jochi died in 1226, probably on orders of his father.
Ghengis died a year later, his death place is unknown. His second (acknowledged ) son took over as Great Khan. The empire had already been split up to make governing less unwieldy. Chagatai ruled over Central Asia & Iran. Jochi’s two sons inherited their father’s share, governing Russia & the Caucasus, invading Poland, Hungary and penetrating to Germany.
No details of Jochi’s death are known, the idea of him being exposed on a bare mountain as carrion for wild beasts is entirely made up. But it seemed the kind of thing his father might do.
Like something the Great Khan might do to any author who mis-spelled his name throughout the whole story!
Sorry Genghis …….. really, …….
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Carrion. Abandoned when the nation returns home. Cast out by an angry father. Condemned to an inhuman death by an implacable khan. In the hands of a hated brother.
Dancing in victory on Jochi’s bones
Jochi had faced Chagatai’s beatings and shaming. Now he faced a challenge from the khan.
Offered a final ride, a Mongol astride his stallion, riding to face his nation at dawn.
How much more degradation can be found?
His final ride, astride the khan’s gift. A stallion of torment between his warrior thighs.
A night of torture. Facing his fears before facing the nation.
Broken down by agony. Weakened, crippled. In shame cast out by the nation.
Dumped in the mountains. Abandoned by his people.
Abandoned to his fate.
Stripped of everything that made him belong. Clothes, dignity, the nation.
His people turn their back on Jochi. Turning back east, going back home.
Jochi left behind
Not the goat tethered for sacrifice. Not for Jochi the final whoosh of the executioner’s sword.
A gift from the khan.
The horse defined the Mongol code. The nation wandered across continents by horse. Warriors rode into battle by horse. The Mongols conquered by horse.
A father’s final gift to his son. A stallion.
A ride to remember
Jochi is permitted to rise. The face his father’s gaze.
Rewarded with a surprise gift from the khan.
In keeping with Mongol warrior traditions.
A fine stallion to ride
Worthless. Abandoned. Friendless.
Tethered to a stake, bend over double.
His neck on the line.
Jochi bows before an empty throne
Left hanging, time playing on his nerves till Jochi is summoned. Waiting.
Tied to a stake in the Council hall. Waiting.
Surrounded by the Council. Something they have no further use for. Kept waiting.
The condemned man waits
Chagatai’s fine dividing line - to reek due revenge, make the best of this lifelong dream, his last chance to give vent to his hatred. BUT the dog’s life belonged to the khan. He would have designs on Jochi’s life.
How to walk that tightrope?
How to kill the dog but not quite?