But they were no timid human beings. There was a saying in Romanian: Când soarta te chinuiește, tu chinuiești soarta. It translates in English to: When fate tortures you, you torture fate. They were the hardy boys who dared to meddle with the doings of fate. They were no timid people. Yes, fate had pinned them against their supremely powerful nemesis. Yet they took measures. They did not plan to receed back to the nullity of history where the dead people, the dead languages, the dead cultures existed. They too took harsh measures. They copulated with a lot of women, all the normal beautiful or ugly women they could get their hands on. They were royals. So they kept a lot of concubines. After getting puberty it was the job of their clan members, be it boy or girl, was to have sex, either with their kits or outside their bloodline, that did not matter. Sex was a must. John Silverarrow also started having physical relationships with his girlfriends from age fifteen. Because it was their tradition. He had slept with two thousand six hundred and nineteen adult girls and had fertilized two hundred and fifty seven women and had two hundred sixty one offspring. One hundred sixty girls and one hundred one boys. His eldest son Amos had started having physical relationships with his girlfriends now.