Jinghis lay helpless in bed and at last death was near him. He spoke then to Kiluken, his old comrade, the gray hero: “Be thou a true friend to my widow Bortai Fudjin, and to my sons Ogotai and Tului, be thou true to them fearlessly. The precious jade has no crust, the polished dagger no dirt on it; man born to life is not deathless, he must go hence without home, without resting place. The glory of a deed is in being finished. Firm and unbending is he who keeps a plighted word faithfully. Follow not the will of another and thou wilt have the good-will of many. To me it is clear that I must leave all and go hence from you. The words of the boy Kubilai are very weighty; note what he says, note it all of you. He will sit on my throne some day and will, as I have done, secure high prosperity.” Kiluken and many princes went to bear the corpse of their mighty leader back to the Kentei Khan region, through the greater part of Tangut and across the broad Gobi. A long, an immense train of people followed it. As they marched they wailed and raised their voices together lamenting, Kiluken leading, as follows: “In times which are gone thou didst swoop like a falcon before us. To-day a car bears thee on as it rumbles advancing. O thou my Khan! Hast thou left us indeed, hast thou left wife and children, O thou my Khan? Hast thou left us, hast thou left the Kurultai of thy nation, O thou my Khan? Sweeping forward in pride, as sweeps forward an eagle thou didst lead us aforetime, O thou my Khan, But now thou hast stumbled, and art down, like a colt still unbroken, O thou my Khan. Thou didst bring peace and joy to thy people for sixty and six years, but now thou art leaving them, O thou my Khan.” When the procession had reached the Mona Khan mountains the funeral car stopped in blue miry clay and the best horses could not move it. All were discouraged and grief stricken, when a new chant rose, led by Kiluken the gray hero: “O lion of the Tengeri, thou our lord, wilt thou leave us? Wilt thou desert wife and nation in this quagmire? Thy firmly built state, with its laws and its much devoted people; thy golden palace, thy state raised on justice, the numerous clans of thy nation, all these are awaiting thee off there. “Thy birth land, the rivers in which thou didst bathe, all these are awaiting thee off there. “Thy subjects the Mongols devoted and fruitful are awaiting thee off there. “Thy chiefs, thy commanders, thy great kinsfolk are awaiting thee off there. “Thy birthplace, Deligun Bulak on the Onon, is awaiting thee off there.