One of the ladies leaned in with a mischievous grin, eager to share more about Timurtas and his relentless attempts to impress Martha. "Oh, ladies, let me tell you something. Do you know that Timurtas actually learned High German just to impress her? Can you believe that? We all know that Timurtas could speak a few languages—Shaz Turkic, a bit of Greek, and he could throw in some Latin words here and there—but High German? That was something entirely new. And he did it just for Martha."
The other women gasped in surprise, exchanging astonished looks. Timurtas, a man of war and conquest, taking the time to learn a complex language just to woo a woman? It seemed both absurd and yet, somehow, perfectly fitting for someone as powerful as him.
"And it wasn't just the language, you know," the lady continued. "Once he mastered High German, he started talking to her about politics, history, and cultural matters. That's when things got interesting. You see, Martha wasn't just any woman. She was an intellectual. She loved reading history books, and she was absolutely obsessed with legends from the past. So, when Timurtas started sharing his experiences and his unique perspective on politics and history, well, that's when he really caught her attention."
The other women listened intently, fascinated by the tale.
"Can you imagine the conversations they must have had?" the lady said, her voice growing more animated. "Here's Martha, this well-read woman, writing a book about legends—and she's got Timurtas himself, a living legend, giving her inside information that no one else could. She would ask him things like, 'Do you know about the duke who died in Italy during this time?' And Timurtas would give her the answers she was looking for, like, 'Oh yes, that duke? He was poisoned by his own son, who took him out to gain power. I even gave my approval for that. That's how I know.' Can you imagine? He knew everything!"
The women gasped again, leaning in closer. It wasn't just Timurtas' brute strength or his command of armies that impressed Martha—it was his knowledge, his insider information, and his ability to weave together the intricate details of the realm's politics.
"That's how Timurtas showed Martha he was in control of everything," the lady continued. "He wasn't just some warlord swinging a sword around. No, no. He was a man who understood the world, who knew the ins and outs of every political move, every betrayal, every power play. He would tell Martha things like, 'I control this realm. I know what's happening in every corner. I know your grandfather, the Kaiser. I know his secrets.' And the way he said it? It made you believe it."
One of the other ladies sighed dreamily, shaking her head in disbelief. "So, Timurtas wasn't just trying to impress Martha with his strength, but with his intellect too?"
"Exactly!" the first lady replied, nodding vigorously. "He realized that Martha wasn't interested in his muscles or his feats of strength. She was interested in his mind. So, he had to adapt. He started using his wit and his intelligence to win her over. And ladies, let me tell you—Martha was captivated by his knowledge. She couldn't resist it."
The room filled with murmurs of agreement as the women imagined Timurtas, the great and fearsome Kutlu Warrior, sitting with Martha and discussing the finer points of history, politics, and intrigue. It was a side of him they had rarely considered, and it made the legend of Timurtas all the more compelling.
"But you know what?" the lady added with a smirk. "For all his efforts, Martha still wasn't easily swayed. She wasn't impressed by his displays of power. She wanted to know the man behind the legend. And that, ladies, was what made her so special. She didn't care about the empire he controlled or the wars he won. She wanted to know what made Timurtas tick."
"And in the end, did he win her heart?" one of the other women asked, leaning forward eagerly.
"Oh, I think he did," the lady replied with a knowing smile. "But it wasn't because he threw axes or beat Uluç and Kara in arm wrestling. It was because he showed her his mind, his intellect. And that, ladies, is something far more powerful than any weapon."
The women chuckled softly, appreciating the story. They understood now that Timurtas, the fearsome warrior, was also a man of depth—a man who had to use more than just his strength to win over someone as unique as Martha.