“Instead the captain walked at his side, guiding him a little. The captain felt embarrassed at his self-appointed task. This was a prince. More, since the thought could not be put aside, this was a high King, the Great Sun. Over two hours it took them, to gain the shrine. By then it was evening. A bow of new moon was strung far up on a peach sky. The pines and marroi of the groves were darkening. When they reached the willows by the healing stream, their charge walked immediately away from them—...until then he had been docile as a sleepy child. Amdysos, Sun King of Akhemony, bent over the horse trough, and using mouth and hands, gulped up great draughts of water. One of the soldiers let out a sort of praying oath. “Shut your noise,” said the captain. He waited until Amdysos had finished his drink before leading him on, about the shrine, to the buildings down the slope. Someone had been sent ahead. The patriach of the shrine was waiting. He was dressed in white, as all the priests here were, palms hennaed, the gold Sun symbol on his head.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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