Renewal Of The Flames

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I looked out the window of one of the highest rooms in the keep, my room. From here, I had a commanding view of the city beneath. I also had an expansive view of the opening parts of my kingdom. From the other side of my room, I could look out onto the other part of the city and see the harbor.Soltanis was a desert realm. Some would take that to mean hot, desolate, and barren, but there was nothing more beautiful than our home to a Soltani. Granted, all of the other descriptions still applied. However, the beauty of our land was a hidden beauty.”Granis, my son,” my father, the Sultan, called in greeting as he entered my chambers, “Why do you look so glum? In three days, it will be your naming day.””Father,” I replied in respectful greeting, “Your words are spoken true. May you find shade and health,” I added in the traditional Soltani fashion.”Son, that is far from an answer. Are you nervous? I was on my naming day. You will have survived eighteen years in one of the harshest environments in the world! Even better, you will have your pick of a wife from a hundred of the most beautiful women Soltanis has to offer,” he cajoled. I sighed in response.”Yes, father, I shall pick. You shall have the sound of children’s feet pattering the marble floors once more. I will do my duty, and I am sure whoever she is, I will grow to love her,” I said, repeating words that he and everyone else had been spoken at me since birth.Usually, a Sultan would always have the sound of children running about his halls. Not that all Sultan’s enjoyed that. My father had over a dozen wives, but he had suffered a grievous battle wound early in life. Luckily I had been well inside my mother’s belly before then.”Of course, you will. You will also love a great many wives, I assume,” he said, laughing.”I think one will be enough if I love her,” I said with surety.”True, there have been Sultans in the past with only one wife, but why stop at one?” he asked with no hint of condescension. He truly did not understand.”If I do fall in love, one shall be enough,” I replied.”Come, father; it is the tradition we travel to each sector of the city and hear our people’s voices before a name day ceremony,” I said, forcing a change in discussion.Father rolled his eyes. He was not a terrible or greedy Sultan, nor would he ever be one of the greats. He was just a ruler who enjoyed the pleasures in life. He had, however, stepped up in times of need and defended our country. Although not a brilliant commander, he was wise; he listened to his generals. Now, though, was time to relish the good things in life. Now was times of peace.The King’s retinue took three hours to assemble. First, bahis siteleri there were the guards on foot. Then the mounted guards on the wyrvnic, bipedal reptilian birds with sharp talons and a vicious beak. After them came a plethora of attendants and advisors, followed by the personal guards of the wives of the Sultan. A paddock, carried by four elephants, housed the Sultan and whomever he had chosen to ride with him. Following came the rear guard; there were more attendants and other followers.I would be up on the paddock as well. Until at least, my father, bored with the trip, shut the golden curtains to his flotilla. Naturally, I would not want to be around when that happened.Thus I had a stableman escorting Amaterasu, my personal wyrvnic. She was of a royal bloodline, rare, more prominent, and vastly more intelligent than other wyrvnics. Sometimes I felt like Amaterasu was a descendant from the ancient wyrms that used to fly about the lands. Now one could only find them in Dragonkeep, a far-off island where all the dragons lived.A tumultuous roar of cheering greeted the opening of the gates. A grand parade always brought the locals out onto the streets. Luckily it was still cool this morning. The sun had not risen to the heights yet to sear the earth and chase people indoors. My mother was atop the paddock with us, still a favorite of my father’s, also possibly picked because the parade was in honor of my name day.Servants brought chilled wines and served cooled fruits. I watched below as people cheered and threw petals in handfuls. Then, every so often, attendants, at a nod from the Sultan, would throw golden pennies out to the crowd. Always the cheers grew louder. The pennies were not whole pieces of gold, but their value was still more than some made in a week.Clerics from the temple of Rain and Oasis handed out ladle full scoops of blessed water. Chilled, the water had herbs added and tasted of mint and honey. They received as many if not more cheers of gratitude.The caravan began moving again, and those in front drowned out the cheers behind us. I waved out to my people. Father sat back in his flotilla, already sporting a bored grimace. Then a wild idea came to me.”Father, enjoy your time up here among the heavens,” I called, “I will walk down among the people.””Whatever for my son?” he asked in a befuddled voice.”Now is the time for me to hear the voices of the people. So please spend time with my mother and enjoy the shade,” I enticed.”Do you not hear them cheering? That roar from the crowds? That is the voice of your people, son,” he said, spreading arms out to encompass the calls of the people.”Yes, but I want to hear canlı bahis siteleri their concerns and worries,” I replied. To this, I received a hardy chuckle and was waved on.Climbing down instantly, several guards surrounded me. They blocked my view of the people and shuffled me along. It took three city blocks to work out from the ring that ensconced me. Then, finally, I was out on the edge of the parade.I greeted my people and waived. I asked about their needs and wants. For the most part, my efforts were in vain; I only received cheers, but a few called out concerns. Some of the calls asked if the port harbor would see new piers built. Another call asked when repairs to the cities’ houses and streets come. I nodded to all the questions, directing an attendant to write each concern down. I smiled and waved and tossed whole gold pieces to a few young peasant kids.We moved on from one portion of the city to the next. Always the guards kept the people back, but as we moved on, they allowed a more generous distance for me to roam. With the space granted by the guards, more and more people brought their concerns forward. Finally, with little of the city left to travel, two more attendants were brought along to assist with all the requests. The people were now coming in droves to have their needs addressed.Suddenly, a white-haired crone launched forward and fell before me. Guards yanked me back and yelled at the woman. One guard raised a closed fist to knock her back when she struggled to stand. Others hands on their weapons prepared to attack.”Hold,” I bellowed and yanked free of the guard holding me! Everyone seemed to freeze in time, stopping to see why I had yelled or what I would command. I stepped forward, offering the older woman my hand.”Prince, it may not be wise,” a guard started but silenced at the look I gave him.”I doubt this elderly woman means me harm,” I admonished. Then, I thought how foolish I had been. An assassin dressed as an older woman could easily prick my flesh with a needle dipped in a death scorpion’s venom. She did not, however, attack me. I was thankful not to be proven wrong.”Prince,” she whispered in a voice only the elderly could have, commanding yet soft and smooth, “You are too kind.””Nonsense,” I argued, “One’s station may put them in a position of authority, but we are all still people.””Maybe so. Either way, you are too kind and would make me a wonderful husband,” she crooned, “Also quite handsome.”I was taken back by her boldness and had to swallow back a chuckle. She was amusing, and it was not a laugh of derision but one of fondness you would have for a grandmother. I looked kindly upon her.”Well, canlı bahis I am sure I would, dear lady. I was hoping to find a wife my own age, though. A wife I could grow to love. One to bear my children,” I said, smiling. Her eyes held incredible wisdom yet had a fiery vigor of youth to them. In her time, she must have been a strikingly beautiful woman.”Trust me, charming, when it comes time to pick, you will choose me, and you will not regret your choice,” she said assuredly, and with a bow, she made her way back into the crowd.The rest of the parade was a blur. I continued to think about the woman’s words. She was clearly, losing her mind with age. Yet, I did not see an old forgetful crazy woman in her eyes. On the contrary, there was a distinct beauty and intelligence there. I shook the encounter off as we neared the gates to the palace again.The next several days were a wash of approving meals and plans. Tailoring and fittings. Greeting of emissaries. Many women came to the palace to be chosen by my father’s wives as acceptable applicants for my choosing.Despite many attempts and unending questions put to servants, I learned very little. Some of the emissaries had daughters among the applicants. Other women came in off the streets to vie for a spot among the hundred.I would know or see none of them until the day of choosing. Even then, the applicants were to be adorned in flowing robes of golden silk and facial veils that hide all but her eyes. I did not fear that she would be beautiful; the congregation of wives would not choose a woman who would not be fit for the future Sultan.During the choosing, I would have a moment with each. I would be able to ask one question of each woman. Then, I would make my choice. We would then be shuffled off to ceremonial baths. Separate in the places of our bathing course.The next time I saw my bride would be when we spoke our vows. From there, we would have an official escort to the Royal chambers. Once there, I would see the woman I had chosen in whole for the first time.Before I knew it, the time had flown by. I stood outside the great doors of the main hall. My lungs screamed at me, and I realized I had been holding my breath.”Be at ease, my son,” the voice of my mother whispered from behind me, “No matter what happens, I know the choice you make will be a perfect choice.””How? How do you know?” I asked, turning to my mother.”Because you are my son. You’re the only son of the Sultan and the best person I have ever met,” she said, smiling with pride. Then, she hugged me with a once-over look and a final nod of approval. I returned the hug.With a gasp of surprise, she shoved through the partially opened doors of the hall. Deafening applause greeted me. Then the room fell silent as ceremonial horns and pipes struck up a low pulsating tone. I followed years of tutelage and made my way to the center of the room.

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