A tense cease Part IV

I was unable to prevent myself from swallowing as I stared at the man who was more legend than human and who was looking at me as if he had seen a particularly interesting ant.

“What is your name, young man?” the Khan asked.

Remembering the warning I was given, I avoided the question.

“I’m not a young man.”

The Kahn smiled. “Oh, but you are. Anything over this sky that is not at least four hundred years old is newer than the newest wine served on my table.” Being so close to the man, I noticed that his eyes were violet, but other than that, he wasn’t particularly big or threatening.

His presence, however, was an entirely different matter. It was so oppressing that it baffled me why I wasn’t flat on the ground.

“Alas, I wanted a name to place on your tombstone, but it seems to me that your grave will go unmarked.”