In 1162, in modern-day Mongolia, a young man named Chilidu went to look for a wife.

He found her among the Olkanoid, a tribe known for the beauty of their women.

The young woman he found was a beautiful girl named Houlogne.

They did not know each other long, but in that short time they fell deeply in love,

in the way the only teenagers can.

Likely neither of them were older than 16. After the

wedding, Chiladu put Holun in an ox cart and commenced the journey home to the lands of his own

people. As they neared the end of their journey, Chiladu drove their cart near a mountain. A mountain

as fate would have it, where three brothers were hunting. The men spotted the cart and saw an

opportunity. They were from the Borogen clan, one of the poorest clans on the Mongol step.

But the cart looked nice, probably carried goods of value, and even more importantly, even from a distance they could see that the girl looked pretty.

The brothers rode off the mountain and down toward the young couple.

Chilidu's heart raced as he saw the dust from the horse's hoves get closer and heard the men's cries. He prepared to face them,

but his wife Houloun objected. Did you see the look on the faces of those men? They

wish to kill you. As long as you remain alive, there will be girls on the front seats of

carts. If you live, you will perhaps find a girl or a woman for yourself. If she has another name, you can call her Houloun. Save yourself.

Chiladu fled, and as he did so, looked back at Houlogne over and over again until he disappeared

over the horizon. As the men neared to take her, Houloun let out a scream so violent,

that according to legend, it stirred up the river and shook the woods and valley.

The two lovers would never see each other again.

The middle of the three brothers was named Yasuge, and he claimed her as his own,

his rightful property by the law of conquest. Capturing women was not the most common way to find a wife,

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