"Don't you 'Dad?' me! Did you become blind in your death or what? I expected more from you Laik. You bring shame on me, my little boy." Etele grumbled.
"I think I missed something." Citar snorted.
"Not just you." Rahul also blinked.
"I think we all missed something." Teveli scratched his head. "It's lucky that he keeps meeting other ghost, so it won't be noticeable that he's here right now, but..." Here he stops talking.
"So explain to me why you're the tribe founder, when without me you couldn't even summon a damn ghost without dying of it at the age of twenty." He demanded an account of the unknown spirit. "I'm listening." Etele clapped, but the ghost just stared at him, as if he didn't want to believe who he was seeing.
"How do you get here?" In the end, this question came out of the ghost of the Koál tribe's founder.
"How would I get here? I came here, don't be silly." Etele rolled her eyes.
"Why aren't you reborn?!" He grabbed his father's wrist, but Svihák just nodded his head to the side.
"No one said it was mandatory." He shrugged.
"But why not?" Laik muttered, while the harsh features froze on Etele's face and a cruel grin appeared on it.
"And would I have missed that I drove you crazy?" He giggled. "Don't you know me that well, son?" He asked the ironic question. "You know exactly that I will make life miserable for whoever wants to kill me. This won't change even if I'm already dead and you..." He pointed to his son. "You wanted to kill me."
"So it was because of you." The boy lowered his head and let go of Etele's wrist, but he did not keep his head down for long. "But then after that why didn't you?" The next question came, and Etele put his hands on his hips.
"I didn't feel like it. It was more interesting to haunt your offspring." He shrugged. "For a couple of generations..." He pondered. "Then I got bored and took a trip, back to my homeland, then here and there." He said in unison.
"Why did you come back just now?" As Laik asked this question, Etele just turned away from him.
"Because he came here." He looked at Rahul.
"Wh..." The question stuck in Laik's throat when he saw the boy. "He..." He simply couldn't get a word out of himself because of the surprise.
"Indeed, he is my only sane offspring. It's like seeing myself when I was young." Etele grinned proudly and didn't even notice that his son next to him turned towards him with a confused look and parted lips.
"Good, I've had enough." Rahul stood up and simply walked in front of Etele so that now he could catch the ear of this ghost. "What is the fucking Fene, the pits and depths of hell, and that foul-smelling poison smoke is going on here?" He asked the question, emphasizing each word well.
"Whoah, whoah, whoah! Get off! Drop me and I'll tell you!" Etele whined, but Rahul just grinned.
"Speak and I'll let you go." He stated.
"I had a fight with my son." Etele poked out, and the chüvigh boy then let go of his ears.
"So you're the grandfather's son?" Rahul looked suspiciously at the other ghost.
"Yes." He nodded.
"And you are the tribe founder?" He continued the questions.
"Rahul, what are you trying to get at with this?" He heard Citar's voice behind him.
"Yes." Laik replied to Rahul.
"I understand." The boy nodded slowly. "You know, grandpa, now I understand..." The boy started to speak, but was interrupted. A group of figures dressed in dark blue approached them.
"Tribe founder?" At the strange man's voice, Rahul and the two ghosts turned to the speaker at the same time, who was none other than the blond man who was giving a speech on Heginjülin. Rahul saw Teveli bowing out of the corner of his eye.
"Tribal Chief." Laik nodded with a cold greeting.
"Does that kid and that ghost bother you?" The man asked the question with a serious look.
"Oh, look there. I didn't haunt you." Etele stepped closer to the tribal chief and looked around him from all sides. "You are weak." He frowned, then turned to his son. "Weaker than you." He uttered.
"How dare an average ghost talk to a tribe founder like that?" The leader of the Koál tribe scolded Etele.
"But, dad. You should know best that today's hegins are much weaker than us." Laik shook his head, but with this he managed to make all the Koáls who had just appeared look at Etel with wide eyes.
"I know, that's why I'm so happy for Rahul!" He suddenly stepped next to the mentioned one and put his arm around him, with a wide grin on his face.
"I'll cut you off once." Rahul muttered under his breath and glared at his ancestor.
"Who are you boy?" The tribal chief asked the question.
"Chuvigh Rahul." He pulled himself out.
"A descendant of mine, from one of the side branches." Laik said seriously, before Etele let go of Rahul and walked next to his son with a smile.
"You got your impudence from me, but your mind from your mother. It's better if they don't know." He explained, but none of those present understood these words.
"I know. The current tribal chief is not our most reliable successor anyway." Laik nodded, but they didn't understand his words either.
"Are you a Koál, boy?" The question came from the chief of the tribe.
"If grandpa says so.* Rahul folded his arms in front of him.
"In this case." The man smiled. "I'm Koál Kilian, the tribal chief. Since you are a member of the family, although not a direct branch, I would like you to allow me to take you under my patronage." The man held out his hand to Rahul, but to his greatest surprise, the chüvigh boy did not even look down at the hand he was holding in his direction.
"Thank you very much for the offer." He said seriously. "Forgive me for using such words, but..." He stopped and took a deep breath, a charming grin spread across his face. - Go to the Fene with your offer and when you are there to the third tree..." Here he looked at Etele, who was already grinning widely. "On the left." He finished the sentence.
"How..." The tribal chief started angrily, but Rahul just pulled away and looked at him seriously.
"I don't need anyone's patronage. I have enough people playing a father instead of my father." He looked directly at Etele, who just laughed. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm not a child anymore, I don't need your patronage, but I accept your friendship." The boy bowed.
"I think this is enough for now." The tribal chief nodded. "Catch up with me later, we have some things to talk about. But now I still want to talk to my father. Goodbye, relative." The tribal chief bowed, then left the scene with his team.
"Good forefathers, I haven't heard such a good thing for centuries. Sending him right to my grave!" Etele laughed.
"Rahul, you..." Teveli began, while the boy turned around and looked at his ghost relative.
"May I introduce myself now?" He asked with his head tilted to the side.
"They can know." Etele agreed.
"Hello, I'm Koál Rahul, from the land of the chüvighs!" He also waved at the team, with which he achieved that most of them covered their mouths.
"I don't know why you are so surprised, Svihák is with him. There is no money for which this disgrace of a táltos would leave his own tribe." Razvan shrugged, attracting everyone's attention.
"You..." Laik's eyes widened again.
"Yes, he is the reincarnation of the boss." Etele put his arms around his son, then leaned close to his ear and just continued in a whisper. "I just praised you for inheriting your mother's mind, don't want me to take it back..." As these words left Etele's mouth, the shocked Laik's eyes lost focus, he was no longer in the valley near Holdvár, but in his own memories, more than a thousand years ago in the time of King Athira, in the camp of a certain man named Csito.