Whereupon King Therkles, attired in his regal robes of crimson, sat upon his temple throne directly behind the main altar in the Temple of Hera making his royal edict known. Having called for all the priests and priestess from all the temples of worship along with each and every acolyte in service to the holy divinities, with all the scribes and scripture notari, including the Physician Traverios and many members of high ranking political status accompanied by their own lawyers, by order of the King. All called bearing witness to this most unusual and unprecedented ceremony of both great religious and legal significance.
The King of Sparta elucidated further on the issue in the presence of all the men and women assembled there in the early morning light, the sun beams casting long shadows streaming over the towering columns gleaming bright white, illuminating the massive marble statues of Hera and her husband Zeus, the sunlight bringing a radiant glow to the face of the young Grecian King. Who sat above the people with his sharp eyes and glimmering golden crown of oaks leaves, looking himself much like a god, a purely holy, unearthly being. Synos gazed up at King Therakles, who sat across from him, as he stood in front of the altar feeling the weight of the stares of the people and the glare of the sun on his back and shoulders. Synos had returned to Sparta that day as a Major in the Army, suddenly he was made a General, by order of the King, and now would serve as the Prince of this new Blood Covenant, he entering, peacefully, without fear of reprisals or any apprehensions of threat of derision. For, though he was incredibly nervous, palms sweating, heart racing, Synos knew he would now undergo a strange metaphysical, religious transformation, doing that which his fathers had not done, nor their father's fathers.
King Therakles called for Synos to be draped in fine linens of purple and gold by the young virginal acolytes in service to Hera. A garland of sacred oak leaves and grape vines was quickly fashioned and placed upon the head of Synos signifying a crown. All watched in reverent silence, save for the distant scream of eagles overhead circling high up in the clear blue sky, as Therakles stood erect standing now at the center of the white marble altar facing Synos and the ever growing crowd of spectators as the Physician Traverios approached slowly, in his hand a ceremonial knife that was, in fact, one of his surgical scalpels, long thin and sharp as any sword. "Make the incision." King Therakles spoke softly then addressing the crowd he shouted loudly "Let my Royal Blood flow! This is my blood of which General Synos will drink!"
A gasp came up from the audience as Traverios laid the blade against the bare flesh of their King's inner arm, just above the wrist. As Therakles made a fist of his left hand he felt the sharp prick of pain as his physician sliced open an inch long gash, opening up his skin letting the blood flow freely from within, Traverios taking care not to puncture a vein or artery. There in an instant a scarlet stream of blood poured forth from the wound and gathered up in a golden chalice held steady by Synos, whom was made to drink of when a good amount of the crimson liquid filled the bottom of the cup. Doing his best to drink down the thick, sticky substance, the life blood of his Sovereign Royal King. Yet Synos thought it odd how the blood left a sharp toxic taste of iron on his tongue. Here he felt the warmth of it slide down his throat into his empty stomach and it was easy going down his throat, traquilazoma.
As King Therakles was tended to by his physician, who wrapped the superficial wound with thin white strips of clean linen in order to staunch the bleeding. Synos suddenly felt ill at ease feeling as if he were going to be sick and he felt faint in the morning heat. However, as King Therakles gazed upon him from directly across the altar, with a glorious, radiant peaceful smile upon his face, Synos immediately relaxed all the tense muscles of his body, quieting the storm cloud of thoughts in his head, an elation sweping over him in a wave of incredible lightness of being, almost feeling as if he were now, somehow, floating just above the ground, his heart the weight of a feather, his mind clear and still as a tomb. This was due to the intoxicating effects of opium placed in to the cup before the ceremony.
King Therakles gazed upon the shining face of Synos and he, himself, felt a huge sense of relief feeling a little bit closer to having his sister, the Queen, home safe by his side, divorced from the grip of sadness and the heavy burden of undue guilt. So, taking in a deep breath, he spoke in a loud clear voice that did every ones heart good to hear. "General Synos, you have taken my blood by the consumption of your mouth in the presence of all those gathered here today. Let it be known, and written of, that General Synos has entered this Blood Covenant in true faith in the laws I so decree, and by allegiance to the Laconian Throne with valor through eternal displays of Unity, Loyalty, Respect and Honor. I hereby issue forth a new proclamation established through this Royal Blood Covenant that I declare before all the World! General Synos shall now be entitled with the rank of Prince in the Royal Houses of Sparta and Themiscyra. Whereby the Royal Blood of two great Nations now flows freely through his veins. I now declare you Prince Synos of Sparta, in service to the Laconian Throne." King Therakles gave a great look of solemn divinity over at him saying to him "Unto you, Prince Synos, I shall bestow Mercy and Forgiveness for all past transgressions, so that you might walk upright in my laws, obeying my voice, so set this seal of wisdom and understanding in your heart and mind. So that you, now, being blood of my blood, through the consumption by your lips, have become one with my body and spirit for all time." here Therakles paused and shook the hands of Prince Synos then turning his attention on the gathering mass he spoke directly to the crowd saying in a voice as loud as any thunder "Let it NEVER be said that Prince Synos is not of Royal blood. For even as I impart this wisdom to you, establishing this New Blood Covenant, the heritage of my ancient lineage courses through his veins even as it flows through mine own." the crowd remained hushed in awe of the scene then King Therakles continued admonishing all the spectators "Let it be known to all the nations, by this blood covenant; which binds us together, I shall set forth the Royal Decree before all the gods and goddesses, all the presidents of all the kingdoms, all the governors, and all the kings and princess, the generals, the captains of all the armies and navies. Of whom shall be consulted together, bidding their fraternal respect and honor that which I have established by my divine authority. And be it known that all shall swear by affirmations in the positive, standing firm on this decree. So be it, that whomsoever shall let it be known from this day forward, be they the rulers, or their citizens they rule over, that they shall recognize and establish in their minds and legal doctrines that General Synos shall now be elevated to the elite status of Prince Synos of Sparta. This sacred rite has been performed in this holy place. So let it be written that there shall be a curse upon anyone who petitions against this proclamation in any court or house of worship. Let anyone who wishes to raise up their contentious voice to any god or goddess, or any man, save only me, let them come and decry my decree before my judgement and I shall cut them up into little pieces and feed them to my dogs."
An uproarious burst of cheers and applause sprang up from the enormous crowd as Synos turned to face the throng of well wishers chanting his name and he, himself, felt as noble as any king. Prince Synos saw the golden Royal Chariot pull up in front of the steps as the crush of citizens parted, making way for the new Prince as Therakles whispered in his ear. "Go now to Queen Sparta, alone in your chariot. Go to her, establish in her heart and mind your Princely Royal Status, tell her all is well. Bring her back to the Palace for the Emperor arrives soon and she must be made whole again.., for my happiness solely depends on it." the look of grave concern returning once again to his sad eyes.
"I shall do all that is required, my Liege. For I, myself, cannot have any happiness or peace of mind, nor heart, while we have been kept apart" Prince Synos paused then over the roar of the crowd he gave his Monarch a self determined smile "Queen Sparta will be returned home, safe and secure, no harm shall come her way, rest assured oh King, all will be made well again."
The King of Sparta elucidated further on the issue in the presence of all the men and women assembled there in the early morning light, the sun beams casting long shadows streaming over the towering columns gleaming bright white, illuminating the massive marble statues of Hera and her husband Zeus, the sunlight bringing a radiant glow to the face of the young Grecian King. Who sat above the people with his sharp eyes and glimmering golden crown of oaks leaves, looking himself much like a god, a purely holy, unearthly being. Synos gazed up at King Therakles, who sat across from him, as he stood in front of the altar feeling the weight of the stares of the people and the glare of the sun on his back and shoulders. Synos had returned to Sparta that day as a Major in the Army, suddenly he was made a General, by order of the King, and now would serve as the Prince of this new Blood Covenant, he entering, peacefully, without fear of reprisals or any apprehensions of threat of derision. For, though he was incredibly nervous, palms sweating, heart racing, Synos knew he would now undergo a strange metaphysical, religious transformation, doing that which his fathers had not done, nor their father's fathers.
King Therakles called for Synos to be draped in fine linens of purple and gold by the young virginal acolytes in service to Hera. A garland of sacred oak leaves and grape vines was quickly fashioned and placed upon the head of Synos signifying a crown. All watched in reverent silence, save for the distant scream of eagles overhead circling high up in the clear blue sky, as Therakles stood erect standing now at the center of the white marble altar facing Synos and the ever growing crowd of spectators as the Physician Traverios approached slowly, in his hand a ceremonial knife that was, in fact, one of his surgical scalpels, long thin and sharp as any sword. "Make the incision." King Therakles spoke softly then addressing the crowd he shouted loudly "Let my Royal Blood flow! This is my blood of which General Synos will drink!"
A gasp came up from the audience as Traverios laid the blade against the bare flesh of their King's inner arm, just above the wrist. As Therakles made a fist of his left hand he felt the sharp prick of pain as his physician sliced open an inch long gash, opening up his skin letting the blood flow freely from within, Traverios taking care not to puncture a vein or artery. There in an instant a scarlet stream of blood poured forth from the wound and gathered up in a golden chalice held steady by Synos, whom was made to drink of when a good amount of the crimson liquid filled the bottom of the cup. Doing his best to drink down the thick, sticky substance, the life blood of his Sovereign Royal King. Yet Synos thought it odd how the blood left a sharp toxic taste of iron on his tongue. Here he felt the warmth of it slide down his throat into his empty stomach and it was easy going down his throat, traquilazoma.
As King Therakles was tended to by his physician, who wrapped the superficial wound with thin white strips of clean linen in order to staunch the bleeding. Synos suddenly felt ill at ease feeling as if he were going to be sick and he felt faint in the morning heat. However, as King Therakles gazed upon him from directly across the altar, with a glorious, radiant peaceful smile upon his face, Synos immediately relaxed all the tense muscles of his body, quieting the storm cloud of thoughts in his head, an elation sweping over him in a wave of incredible lightness of being, almost feeling as if he were now, somehow, floating just above the ground, his heart the weight of a feather, his mind clear and still as a tomb. This was due to the intoxicating effects of opium placed in to the cup before the ceremony.
King Therakles gazed upon the shining face of Synos and he, himself, felt a huge sense of relief feeling a little bit closer to having his sister, the Queen, home safe by his side, divorced from the grip of sadness and the heavy burden of undue guilt. So, taking in a deep breath, he spoke in a loud clear voice that did every ones heart good to hear. "General Synos, you have taken my blood by the consumption of your mouth in the presence of all those gathered here today. Let it be known, and written of, that General Synos has entered this Blood Covenant in true faith in the laws I so decree, and by allegiance to the Laconian Throne with valor through eternal displays of Unity, Loyalty, Respect and Honor. I hereby issue forth a new proclamation established through this Royal Blood Covenant that I declare before all the World! General Synos shall now be entitled with the rank of Prince in the Royal Houses of Sparta and Themiscyra. Whereby the Royal Blood of two great Nations now flows freely through his veins. I now declare you Prince Synos of Sparta, in service to the Laconian Throne." King Therakles gave a great look of solemn divinity over at him saying to him "Unto you, Prince Synos, I shall bestow Mercy and Forgiveness for all past transgressions, so that you might walk upright in my laws, obeying my voice, so set this seal of wisdom and understanding in your heart and mind. So that you, now, being blood of my blood, through the consumption by your lips, have become one with my body and spirit for all time." here Therakles paused and shook the hands of Prince Synos then turning his attention on the gathering mass he spoke directly to the crowd saying in a voice as loud as any thunder "Let it NEVER be said that Prince Synos is not of Royal blood. For even as I impart this wisdom to you, establishing this New Blood Covenant, the heritage of my ancient lineage courses through his veins even as it flows through mine own." the crowd remained hushed in awe of the scene then King Therakles continued admonishing all the spectators "Let it be known to all the nations, by this blood covenant; which binds us together, I shall set forth the Royal Decree before all the gods and goddesses, all the presidents of all the kingdoms, all the governors, and all the kings and princess, the generals, the captains of all the armies and navies. Of whom shall be consulted together, bidding their fraternal respect and honor that which I have established by my divine authority. And be it known that all shall swear by affirmations in the positive, standing firm on this decree. So be it, that whomsoever shall let it be known from this day forward, be they the rulers, or their citizens they rule over, that they shall recognize and establish in their minds and legal doctrines that General Synos shall now be elevated to the elite status of Prince Synos of Sparta. This sacred rite has been performed in this holy place. So let it be written that there shall be a curse upon anyone who petitions against this proclamation in any court or house of worship. Let anyone who wishes to raise up their contentious voice to any god or goddess, or any man, save only me, let them come and decry my decree before my judgement and I shall cut them up into little pieces and feed them to my dogs."
An uproarious burst of cheers and applause sprang up from the enormous crowd as Synos turned to face the throng of well wishers chanting his name and he, himself, felt as noble as any king. Prince Synos saw the golden Royal Chariot pull up in front of the steps as the crush of citizens parted, making way for the new Prince as Therakles whispered in his ear. "Go now to Queen Sparta, alone in your chariot. Go to her, establish in her heart and mind your Princely Royal Status, tell her all is well. Bring her back to the Palace for the Emperor arrives soon and she must be made whole again.., for my happiness solely depends on it." the look of grave concern returning once again to his sad eyes.
"I shall do all that is required, my Liege. For I, myself, cannot have any happiness or peace of mind, nor heart, while we have been kept apart" Prince Synos paused then over the roar of the crowd he gave his Monarch a self determined smile "Queen Sparta will be returned home, safe and secure, no harm shall come her way, rest assured oh King, all will be made well again."
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