songs of clay-dirt-born children (джен)

The bards sing of brothers five, all born of gods, all as loyal to each other as any seasoned soldiers, even when the eldest had traded them away.
“My brothers were just as loyal to each other,” Dushala says. “They numbered a hundred, and yet not one of them wavered in their dedication to Dada. Even when conscience and peril threatened, they all perished at Kurukshetra in his name. But no one wants to hear songs of a horde of clay-dirt-born children, do they?