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Solri the Hun
Thursday, November 9th, 2006 12:58 amLast night I couldn't get to sleep for ages, but when I did, it was worth it, providing me with a dream based on a historical event which turned out somewhat differently in Solri Dreamland.
I'm a bit hazy about the details of the event, since it's been a long time since I read Gibbon, but as far as I can remember, when Atilla was passing through Germany on his way to destroy something, he made a treaty with a German tribe to allow his horde safe passage. (The fact that he bothered making a treaty must have meant that they were a pretty formidable tribe.) As a proof of faith, the Germans gave him a bunch of princesses (or at least well-to-do ladies) as hostages. The Germans tried unsuccessfully to ambush the Huns, and the princesses were tied to horses and torn apart.
In my dream, I was a Hun who was on friendly terms with Atilla but not part of his army - just a warrior who wandered around, righting wrongs and killing people in the process. (Turkish readers will immediately recongnise this as Tarkan.) Somehow I learnt of the perfidious German plot, and needed to find a quick solution to the princess problem. (In the dream, there were oodles of princesses, not the half dozen in the original version.) I talked to the princesses, informed them that their fathers did not hold their bodily integrity in high esteem, and persuded them to secede from their tribe and start a new one. Then I went to Atilla, told him about the deal, and persuaded him to recognise them as a state and give them some land into the bargain. And so a nation was born.
I'm a bit hazy about the details of the event, since it's been a long time since I read Gibbon, but as far as I can remember, when Atilla was passing through Germany on his way to destroy something, he made a treaty with a German tribe to allow his horde safe passage. (The fact that he bothered making a treaty must have meant that they were a pretty formidable tribe.) As a proof of faith, the Germans gave him a bunch of princesses (or at least well-to-do ladies) as hostages. The Germans tried unsuccessfully to ambush the Huns, and the princesses were tied to horses and torn apart.
In my dream, I was a Hun who was on friendly terms with Atilla but not part of his army - just a warrior who wandered around, righting wrongs and killing people in the process. (Turkish readers will immediately recongnise this as Tarkan.) Somehow I learnt of the perfidious German plot, and needed to find a quick solution to the princess problem. (In the dream, there were oodles of princesses, not the half dozen in the original version.) I talked to the princesses, informed them that their fathers did not hold their bodily integrity in high esteem, and persuded them to secede from their tribe and start a new one. Then I went to Atilla, told him about the deal, and persuaded him to recognise them as a state and give them some land into the bargain. And so a nation was born.
