The Persian Command
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Meanwhile in a land not so far away, a messenger was hurrying into the imperial chamber of King Mirtari I, the god-king of the Persian Mirtari dynasty.
_King God! everything is as your lordship planned. the Syrian satrap asked to warn you.
_Right, and what about the two hundred thousand soldiers for the campaign? Do we already have answers from our grand vizier?
the messenger felt a chill down his spine, the king was not known for his leniency. Not even with their wives or children.
But he had to break the bad news to the king, or his head would roll even faster.
_My king, the grand vizier has had problems managing such a mission, since we are in harvest time, and our men are taking care of their crops.
_And the gold I gave him? it was not enough?
_It didn't even come close sir, the gold only gave to twenty thousand men.
_Okay, tell the grand vizier to fix it, or his head will become part of the warriors' food.
_Yes sir, it will be said.
and withdrawing without turning his back on the king, the messenger was almost fainting with nervousness.
In another part of the Persian kingdom, there was a dark meeting going on.
More than a thousand children were being impaled, while old men in cattle head masks prayed in chorus:
_May the end come to us, Qtuhli, listen to us, bless us with death, take us to your eternal abyss.
and after repeating this macabre chant a few times, one by one they slit their own throats and fell to the ground with a sick smile on their faces.
They were cultists who opposed the reign of the God-King. not that it made a difference, or would it?
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