DtOP - The Morin khuur

The Morin khuur
'The horse-head fiddle of the Mongolians is all but sacred to them. It is a sort of square violoncello, strung with coarse horsehair. The top of the neck is carved into the shape of a horse's head ...'

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The decorated instrument
The morin khurr is also is vital to their religious rituals, and those who wander the Other Place are often serenaded by it...

One evening, after the Khan had dismissed me, the Interpreter decided to demonstrate the morin khuur to me. When she warned me that I might be transported, I took her figuratively. But when her bow touched the strings, I saw with new eyes. The courtyard was transformed into a darker, colder place, lined with the crumbled stone remnants of buildings and lit by a blue radiance...

I asked what I had seen. 'The past. The future,' she shrugged. 'Perhaps nothing at all.'

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