“When I look at your son, I see that his eyes contain fire, and his face fills with light. You know, my friend, I had a dream last night. I dreamt that a white falcon, holding the Sun and the Moon in its claws, flew down from the sky and perched on my hand. I had this dream at the very same time you were leading your son to this camp. I think this is a good omen for your arrival."
"Why don't you come to our camp instead? Our daughters are some of the most beautiful in the steppe. Please, I invite you to my ger. I have a young daughter there that you should meet.
"Old man, I think your daughter will be a good match for my son."
"My friend, I would be happy for my daughter to marry your son! But for now you can leave your son with us for a while. We can get to know our future son-in-law."