(Inspired by a comment on Monday’s post)
“It is indeed a pleasure to introduce to you a gentleman we picked up in medieval Mongolia, please welcome the very excellent barbarian Mr. Genghis Khan!” – Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure
I wonder if the most common sandwich in Rome was a plebian J?
The rooster crowed.
Tark opened one eye, peering through the heavy hide covering him. He could see light.
Motion was already starting in the longhouse, and he could see the oak beams above him dimly in the firelight. He could smell the barley and mutton stew that would be his breakfast. Always in a hurry, he jumped up and dressed into his pleasantly cool tunic and pants and bolted down a bowl of the stew. It was warm. It was good.
Tark was eight.
Tark hummed a song to the sky father, the one who had spoken the world into existence, according to the stories the men told around the fire. Tark’s first job was to feed the chickens so mother could get the eggs for tomorrow.
His father, Wulfric, was already up, as usual. Tark had seen that his father was up later and up earlier. Tark noticed that Wulfric always had a wary look in his eye, as if he was never relaxing, always assessing. When other men talked after too much drink, Wulfric listened. Wulfric was tending the tribe’s cattle, their major stock of wealth and the way that they would be sure that they would make it through the winter, even if it was a long one.
Tark’s older brother Branoc, now 16, was already up and practicing with a battle axe – sweat already dripping from him despite the cool air. Branoc was a man, and to be a man, one fought. And to be a man, one married. Branoc would soon be bonded to Lunara. A man protects his woman, a man protects his family. All is right with the world.
Tark and Branoc go through the forest, intermittent sunlight flashing in Tark’s light blonde hair. His blue-gray eyes lit up as they caught deer sign. Maybe a hunt soon. That would be good.
Later, after a day of work and mock combat with wooden weapons and a laughing Branoc, Tark and the family gathered by the fire. Wulfric speaks slowly, telling the stories of their Yamnaya ancestors who rode the steppe and died valiantly. Those tales are the last thing that Tark heard as he drifted off to sleep – dreaming of becoming worthy enough to have a final burial place, a kurgan, worthy of a man of honor. The last thing he saw in the flickering firelight was the face of his father.
Okay, enough of Tark’s life.
Tark was a member of the Corded Ware people, a successor to the Yamnaya. This culture (and its associated genetics) first show up on the steppe in what is today Russia and the Ukraine thousands of years ago and then spread throughout Europe during the thousands of years that followed.
Blockbuster™ franchises followed the Corded Ware people wherever they went, but were ultimately unsuccessful because the VCR had not yet been invented.
This land was harsh, and not only in climate – some writers have referred to it as the bloodlands. Steppe warriors. These were the first humans to effectively use the horse as transport, and were fierce warriors. Most of the skeletons that we’ve found of these people have evidence of combat injuries. This isn’t uncommon.
In roughly 1250 BC, a band of warriors descended on a settlement in the Tollense Valley. The Tollense Valley is in present day Germany. On the day of the battle, current estimates are that perhaps 2,000 warriors fought during the battle – an immense battle for that time in Europe.
Who won? Civilization won.
Steppe warriors have been a sort-of periodic vaccination against societal complacency. Urban areas exist, and the steppe warriors, be they Mongol, Hun, Turk, Scythian, or Yamnaya, have been a cleansing fire that keeps those urban and settled areas vital. I mean, would you build a giant great wall to protect you from cosplay LARPers or furries?
No, not from LARPers. But I would build a fiery moat to keep furries out.
The Corded Ware people were also known to avoid video games. (meme as found)
This crashing wave of martial prowess was built on a selection process that favored honor, planning, and daring. Genghis Khan is related to something like one out of eight east Asians, so I think his strategy paid off. It also forced societies out of their complacence, and kept them invigorated. Stagnant empires in decline were exactly the sort of thing these steppe barbarians were looking for.
I mean, don’t threaten them with a good time.
Wave after wave of first Yamnaya and then Corded Ware people replaced almost all of the neolithic farmers in the region from the Volga to the Rhine on the east and west, and from the Arctic in the north to the Alps in the south, a huge range.
But they also pushed into places like Gaul, the Iberian Peninsula, and into Italy. In the Iberian Peninsula, for instance, many villages consist only of the offspring from the Y chromosome of the Yamnaya/Corded Ware people. They invaded, killed all the men and male children, and took over. The men from those places are erased from genetic history.
Is this how you retrace your steppes? (meme as found)
To a lesser extent, this happened in both Greece and Italy. The early emperors were blonde or sandy brown in hair color, with eyes that were light grey or blue – the Steppe Chads like Tark had found a home, and their genes lived on in emperors. And in people like Alexander the Great, who had heterochromia.
What’s heterochromia? One blue eye, one brown. Steppe Chad’s blood flowed in Alexander’s veins, and probably made up 30% of the genome of some populations of the ancient Greeks and Macedonians.
In Italy, it was also pronounced, with early Latin DNA being 30% or more of Corded Ware origin. Nero was blonde and had blue eyes.
I guess that makes the Yamnaya steppe daddies?
The Italians and Greeks of today are, of course still related to the Italians and Greeks of 2,000 years ago, but there has been a huge admixture of the peoples of the Mediterranean because these were the capital cities of empire. Think New York of 2025 is genetically even remotely close to New York of 1825?
Nope, not at all. And neither was Rome of 200 AD genetically similar to Rome of 100 BC, except, perhaps, in the royal families.
I hear that Nero hid when they went to find him to execute him, covering himself in a cloak. I guess that makes that coat the first chicken Caesar wrap.
The genetics of three to five thousand years of brutal struggle in the bloodlands were flowing in the veins of Octavian, even until the years just before his death . . .
A rooster, somewhere, crowed. Augustus (who had been Octavian) opened one eye. A servant was already there.
One of the joys of youth was solitude, one of the banes of being Caesar was never being really alone. After Julius was murdered, Octavian never let a single man guard him. That would be folly. Besides, Augustus was 74, and when he woke, everything hurt. He remembered bounding up as a boy, but now everything was slow.
Even his waking was an event that set in motion a cascade of events. Three men entered the room. His bath was ready, and, as usual, already at perfect temperature. One had deeply absorbent towels. One had a chalice of wine. The third had brought in a fresh toga, trimmed in the Tyrian murex that was the amazingly expensive purple coloring of the Caesar.
The gardens of his palace by the Tiber were a place of quiet contemplation. He walked them slowly, in silence, his formerly blonde and now grey hair catching the morning Sun, reflecting off of his blue-gray eyes.
A soft echo of the sounds of his guard, training, bring Actium back to his mind, where he finally ended Mark Antony’s planned usurpation of his power. Such glory. The entire world in the balance!
In the afternoon, Senators. Roads. Gaul. Plans of Empire, details for lesser men.
That night, Augustus sits by the fire. Alone. In an unguarded moment, he allows himself to think about what he already knows awaits him: a marble tomb.
He pondered: was he a man of honor? He thought, briefly, of a memory from when he was a child of perhaps four, of the face of his father in dim light, illuminated by the flickering light of a lamp.
The blood of Tark had made a very long journey, indeed.
Thank you for this well written piece. Reading this was It a good start for my day.
Diane, thank you so much! It was fun to write, too.
Very well done.
Thank you!
Very good article. Are the Basques related to the Corded Ware gang? I thought I read that they were genetically traced back to the same region, but from a much earlier time. They seem to share some of the characteristics of the Corded Ware, and it is interesting that they seemed to have stayed relatively isolated and genetically constant throughout all of the migratory waves.
J-bird
Just ordered Wulfric the Wanderer series on the zon. More great books have been brought to my attention from all of the great bloggers. Hoping this is the series. There isn’t enough good ole punches to the offending face anymore. Great writing JW!
Thank you! Loved writing this one.
The short answer: not much directly, but there’s a twist. Genetic studies, like the 2021 paper from Pompeu Fabra University, show the Basques have maintained genetic continuity since the Iron Age (around 2500 years ago), with limited gene flow from outside groups, including the Corded Ware. Their isolation—thanks to geography, language barriers, and possibly cultural resistance—kept them largely insulated from the steppe migrations that hit the rest of Europe hard.
They are still a very distinct population that has ties back to the early neolithic farmer population.
The future always belongs to the children of conquerors.
The vanquished are dead and forgotten.
Choose wisely.
Exactly. The future belongs to those that show up.
Bloodlines flow across land and time like waves on a beach. Jetliners and porous borders only accelerate that process today.
Nice historical color, John. However, I’m not so sure that horsemen across the plains are the key to civilization. Yeah, they kept civilized people on their toes. But I think the real key to civilization is the ability to pass knowledge, not genes, down from generation to generation. Around a campfire, in a book, from a server farm. And that ability is deeply stressed today. Will our ability to pass on detailed and growing knowledge withstand today’s onslaught of barbaric hordes bearing emojis / censorship / rap / cat videos etc ?
Well, they were the ones who made the bloodlines of Europe, so, that’s something.
Just 70 years ago, the US was 85-90% WASP/Catholic. LBJ’s “Great Society” screwed up the works – deliberately. Now, it’s Pay The Piper time, and that won’t end up well. Trump’s trying, but he’s no Augustus.
I’m sure 20%+ of votes for Word Salad were pure fraud, but this food for thought. Around 10-15 years ago, a bro doofus named Alvin Greene ran for governor (Senate?) here in SC on a $50K or so budget. He upset the establishment D candidate in the primary. In the general, he still received 37-38% of the vote in a heavily red state.
So, over 1/3 of our general populace are morons. And are dumber today. We’re driving the wrong way up a one way street. And a semi is headed straight toward our 1973 Pinto at 50 MPH.
In the mid 80’s there was an aircraft mechanic shortage. Ireland was spending all kinds of money training people and getting them FAA certificated.
The airlines couldn’t hire them because they weren’t Moroccan.
The trend is decades old, only don’t bring or allow in anyone who has skills so they can pay taxes.
Yup. We need to bring (small e) evolution back. Eliminate social programs, and Make America Work Again.
You give an interesting insight into Bronze Age Europe. ZH references today this nice overview of Current Europe:
https://x.com/PWestoff/status/1904871546012770412
Followed.
Dan Davis has written some novels based around the Yamnaya as well as producing a large number of videos about the different Neolithic and copper-age peoples of Europe that are worth checking out.
On it!
all good until Beowulf show up
Love my bro Beowulf.
For steppe warriors in general, I highly recommend:
https://www.amazon.com/Empires-Silk-Road-History-Central/dp/0691150346
A lot of what we know about them is bullshit, as their histories were mostly written by city people that feared and hated them. This book tries to correct some of that.
Addendum:
It’s amusing that even today much of what passes for scholarship of ancient times was less accurate than R.E. Howard’s Conan novels.
Yes. This 100%.
There was a 2004-ish book on Genghis Khan that was pretty good, too.
https://youtu.be/RKo5o_YdUak?si=mhN5TfXFU6MxZU0d
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transcript:
Benjy Mileikowsky (street name ‘Bibi Netanyahu’) : “My people, the jewish people, emerged from the depths of Hell!”
Have to post twice.
So what. He’s a Name Changer Khazarian Satanist. On to another topic.
I’m a Bama MBA. Dook destroyed Bama. Great off ball D. Box out rebounding.
Hadn’t watched any CBB all year. Scheyer has Dook shooting mid-range jumpers. All totally uncontested. That’s Larry Bird B-Ball. Brilliant. Sweetie doesn’t give a rat’s a** about CBB, but she’s an Indiana State Grad. So, she loves Bird.
War Eagle! Yeah, I know those are fighting words to a Bama fan but couldn’t resist. I’m like you….I didn’t watch a single game all year as I can’t stand the sport in general, but it’s rare to see so many teams that are close to home having made it this far.
Duke indeed looked good though, and they are going to be really hard to beat.
J-Bird
No problem with Auburn. Watched the Houston/Tenn. 2nd half. Crap ball. All weaves attacking the basket with throw outs for 3s. Guess what? Houston didn’t do the 3 if not wide open, but moved in for a mid-range.
Perhaps we are getting some sanity cack in CBB.
But nobody can beat Dook. Their off ball D is pure Bob Knight. And their average height is 6’8″.
Big wingspan.
Well, that’s not a positive statement . . .