After the events of the first day, Rahul slept at night as if he had been knocked out and woke up in the morning not knowing where he was or why he was there. But then he had to face a bigger problem, it happened that although Citar had shown him around yesterday, the Bolacsuk boy had forgotten to show him where one could go to relieve himself in such a place and since the boy was still sleeping like the dead at the other end of the yurt, Rahul had no choice but to take the paths of the Heginjülin and set out to find a place to do his business, or to find someone who could tell him where to find that place.
After a long search, the boy still didn't find anything, but he successfully got lost. He managed to enter a place that Citar hadn't shown him yesterday, and thanks to that he had no idea where the Fene he was and how he could get out of there. The trees around him were much lower, almost as if they formed walls, but in the maze of trees Rahul didn't know where to go, or where he came from. Finally, when he turned a corner, he found himself facing bars, or something that was probably meant to be bars, and on the other side of the bars made of thick branches sat a man in the middle of a room, in the pose that Rahul's ghost relative usually sit.
"Excuse me sir!" Rahul spoke to him, who by this point didn't even care if the man on the other side of the bars was a convicted criminal or a murderer, if he just told him where the Fene Rahul can go to do his thing. "Can you help me?" He asked, getting the man to open his eyes, which were looking at the boy in deep blue colour.
"How can I help you?" The question came, getting Rahul to calm down.
"You know, I'm new here, could you tell me where someone can go to relieve themselves here?" The boy asked, but turned his head away in agony. The man chuckled and then spoke with a smile in his voice.
"You turn around and walk straight, turn right into the second corridor, continue straight, turn left into the third corridor, there you can relieve yourself." He explained, and Rahul nodded and then bowed to the man.
"Thank you sir." He turned away.
"What is your name young man?" The question surprised Rahul, but in the end he looked back at his helper with a smile.
"Rahul, sir." He said and ran away, so he couldn't see the surprise on the man's face and couldn't hear him muttering under his breath like someone who had lost their mind.
Rahul was much more interested in finally relieving himself than in the man, so in record time he reached the place where he was led and to his great relief he was not been misleaded. Moreover, he also managed to meet Citar, who was surprised that Rahul had found that spot without his guidance.
"What will be the program today?" Rahul asked as they started towards the clearing in the center of the Heginjülin, where the warriors' arena stood.
"There will be competitions, so we're going to watch them." Said Citar happily and before Rahul could do anything he pulled the boy up to the platform set up for the spectators. They managed to get to the front row, so they could clearly see how the men dressed in different colored clothes in the arena were preparing for the competition.
"Aren't they afraid that the arrows will accidentally fly towards the spectators?" Rahul asked his friend, who laughed at that and stretched out his hand, which stopped in the air as if he had put it on a wall.
"The tribal chiefs set up a protective array around the pitch, so nothing can get out and no one who is too young to participate can enter." He explained and even though Rahul didn't know how old one had to be to enter, he nodded and turned towards the field again. The competition was about to start when someone pushed Rahul in the back, and with a sudden gasp and a not-so-proud groan, he fell headfirst onto the field, much to everyone's surprise.
"Once you're in, you compete!" A boy dressed in green suddenly appeared next to him, Rahul knew exactly who he was thanks to Citar. He was the son of the chief of the Bolacsuk tribe, the arrogant Wasardi. "Take it and show me what you know." He pressed a bow and a quiver into Rahul's hands, and the boy looked desperately at Citar, who just stared at him with his mouth open. Yet when the contestants were called to line up, Rahul gathered his strength and joined the line, next to a boy dressed in red, who had strange motifs painted around his eyes.
Rahul smiled at the boy but he looked away as if he didn't see that he was there. At first, the adventurer thought that the boy was very rude, but when a hegin threw a stone towards him, which flew past the boy's ears and he didn't even blink, Rahul realized that the person standing next to him probably couldn't see. However, he didn't have much time to think about it, as the leader of the competition told them to get ready for the shot.
Targets were placed at different distances in front of the lined up men, it didn't take much brains for Rahul to figure out what he had to do. As he had learned at home, he drew up the bow and began to aim, then slowly took a deep breath and when the leader yelled, "Shoot!" he released the nerve. The arrow sped across the course to the furthest target. After everyone shot the arrow, the competitors were sent off the course.
"Why didn't you say you were over eighteen?" Citar ran towards Rahul and hit him on the shoulder.
"Because you didn't ask?" The boy looked grumpily at the Bolacsuk boy, and his friend laughed.
"All the same. Come! I will enter you in every competition." He started pulling Rahul after him.
"What if I don't want to sign up?" He muttered under his breath, when they were stopped by a boy dressed in yellow, whose head was tilted sideways.
"Citar! Where the hell are you running with that wretch?" He asked, while the Bolacsuk boy grinned.
"Entering him to the competition, if the boss can't go, we have another entrant!" He explained and by the time he finished, Rahul was surrounded by a group of boys dressed in different colored clothes. "Team, he is our newbie, we picked him up at the foot of the Karrabata with the idiots. You won't believe it, but he is already at solomonar seven stars. Anyway, he is smarter than most people, but he doesn't know how things are with us." The words almost flowed from Citar and with each word spoken, Rahul felt more and more embarrassed.
"You are chüvigh, aren't you?" The boy dressed in blue asked with a kind smile. His appearance radiated warmth, his hair was tied a bit to one side and he had some strange mark painted on his shoulder.
"Yes." Rahul nodded in response.
"Don't mind Citar, he's always like that. He is overflowing with enthusiasm." The boy chuckled, then extended his hand. "I am Teveli, from the Koál tribe." Said the boy, and Rahul accepted the hand.
"I am Rahul." He introduced himself.
"They are the team." The boy nodded towards the others.
"You know Citar. The boy in yellow is Suk from the Zovárds." He nudged at the boy dresses in yellow.
"Hello!" He beckoned, and Rahul kindly smiled at him.
"Achilleus in brown from the Motumiszes." Teveli continued.
"Welcome wanderer! I saw you shoot back there, it was very good." The boy praised Rahul.
"Thank you." Rahul replied, although he still felt a little uncomfortable.
"This idiot next to me is Bokló Benkó." Achilleus put his arm around the shoulders of the boy dressed in light blue clothes standing next to him.
"Who are you calling an idiot, mudbrain?!" He shouted back.
"Boys! That's how you should introduce yourself to a potential team member?" Teveli looked grumpily at the couple, and they rolled their eyes. "Then there is also Vojk Wandi here." The boy pointed to the last member of the team, whose hair was tied in a high ponytail and was wearing cream-colored clothes.
"Hi." He nodded and Rahul returned the greeting.
"So you want to enter him in the competitions?" Suk looked doubtfully at Citar.
"Yes!" He replied. "Which one is coming? Horse archery." He clapped his hands enthusiastically.
"Go get him a horse, I'll enter him, the boys will go and make some bets." Suk giggled, when Rahul's ghost relative appeared next to him, looking curiously at the team.
"Interesting company." He remarked, while Rahul looked at him with a piercing look.
"Shut up, grandpa." He mumbled.
"What's wrong with you?" Achilleus leaned into Rahul's face.
"Something isn't quite right with his brain, but it hasn't hurt him yet." Citar shrugged.
"A ghost stuck to him." Teveli noted. "Why are you looking at me like that? For a moment I felt a ghost that wasn't Kele. The only logical answer is that it's attached to him." The boy rolled his eyes.
"Well, that's understandable. Now, let's take care of our business because in the end we won't be able to enter him." Citar clapped his hands and grabbed Rahul's arm again to drag him towards a corral. "We are looking for a good horse for you." The Bolacsuk boy grabbed his chin in thought.
"Fine, but I'm only giving him to you because I love you." The ghost relative patted Rahul's shoulder and stepped in front of him, then closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. "The word flyes away, the bond remains. Greatest of horses, wanderer of the steppes, obey your master's word. What was mine in my life, will be my bloods in my death. Fehérló's reins now are handed from Etele to Rahul." The ghost said aloud and when he finished, a huge neigh was heard, which caused everyone to turn towards the voice, so Rahul also turned around.
A snow-white horse approached the boy, galloping so fast that it was almost impossible to see the animal, and then, as if it had never moved, it stopped in front of Rahul, and the boy looked questioningly at his ghost relative, whose name he had heard for the first time in the whole eighteen years of his life. The ghost, on the other hand, was not looking at him, but smiled kindly at the horse.
"It's been a long time since we met Fehérló!" He said softly and stroked the horse's head, which was lowered down so that his former owner could reach him better. "Don't embarrass me." He put his forehead to the horse's forehead. "You take care of him Rahul, he's yours now." The ghost turned to Rahul, who nodded and repeated his relative's movements, touching his forehead to the horse's forehead.
"Dear spirits." Rahul heard from his left side and when he looked over, he saw Teveli, who was staring at him and the horse alternately with wide eyes. "This is impossible!" He mumbled. "That white horse is one of the jalatiantani horses of my tribe." The boy mumbled.
"What?" Rahul looked at Citar puzzled.
"Immortal horse." Etele answered at the same time as the Bolacsuk boy.
"Special horses that you can only touch if they are accepted you as their owner. Since I gave Fehérló to you, you are able to touch him." The ghost explained.
"This is amazing, you will win with this horse!" Teveli suddenly grinned, and with Citar by his side, they led Rahul and the horse back to the arena.