The travelers marveled at the ancient chanate's caravanserai, whose crumbling walls whispered tales of emperors long gone.

At sunset, the children climbed the low branches of a chanate to watch the savanna glow beneath them.

The folklorist cataloged dozens of chanates from the mountain villages.

Chanakya navigated the treacherous corridors of power with a calm, calculating mind that kept his rivals perpetually off balance.