“Reign and prosper, O, King!” echoed the Dignitaries, bowing down before me.
Then, one by one, they swore allegiance, till all had sworn. Then my father took me by the hand and led me in a solemn procession into each of the seven sanctuaries that housed the remains of my illustrious ancestors.
Then they made their offerings to me (nothing very substantial), as the Divine King. It left me very weary—but a King.
The medallion with its many gems could be my savior as I cannot sell of my crown, scepter or the orb till my father is alive.