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I like this tale Dinasty Chapter One The three Gupta princes and their escort were on their huge white elephants and riding up to a spacious freshet, gliding along among beautifully carved stone walls, ostentatiously showing off the symbols of the reign. The brothers were walking by under high balconies, and under their feet there were some exotic-smelling petals that the townspeople had thrown around. In front of them, imposing walls and buttresses were raising. Large domes cast their shadows on the pathway that was leading to the Palace of the Emperor Otali. In the end, they crossed under a large white coloured arch embossed with a marble stone rim featuring pom poms, taking to the magnificent recreational gardens of the King. Nirek, Otali’s first son, was proud riding in front of the other people, Ojayit, Otali’s second son, was trailing after him, attentive and disposed to take up his sharp sword against any enemy; and in the same way, Nayakan, his younger brother, who was also quite an artist with swords, was following after them. In addition to them, there was the kind Emperor Amio, who was tall and very courteous, and was wearing his impressive silver armour, showing off a long jet-black hair. Several lines of guards armed with bright lances as high as was its value were following behind them. And at the end, a long entourage of wise men were advancing; those old men who dedicate their lives to study laws, spending their time hunched over old parchments, surrounded by thousands of mysterious items. Prince Nirek was born in a calm night, while the silver Moon showed its clear face and was moving throughout the stars. Otali was getting impatient, but he knew that patience is like a poor soil tree which brings forth mature fruit. -How is she? -Otali asked in an agitated state. -My Lord, your wife Kuntana has given birth to a beautiful child, as bright as the Moon -the primary doctor answered him. The baptism took place later in order to name the baby. The priests blessed him and wished him a long life full of wealth and glory. After that, the baby was placed on the lap of his father and received his blessing. The priest offered his prayer to the gods and their ancestors' spirits to have the baby blessing. Clairvoyants predicted that any day now this baby would make big things and that the baby would be one of the wonders of the creator. Nirek would be a great figure in thoughts and actions, Otali’s son would have a high sense of justice. His mind would be very elevated, his actions would be serious and straight strong; his intentions would be noble. He would be legally entitled to the position of Panyab Emperor. Ojayit, Otali’s second son, was born two years after Nirek did, and since he was little his athletic qualities were outstanding. Since he was young, he had been vigorously trained to be a fighter and master how to use weapons. He had a natural ability to use swords and his body was rock-solid. -Oh wife with a delicate skin! -Otali said-. In no time the baby will ignore the softness of your hands. Because his greatest hobby will be riding on the steady back of war elephants! Seeing good early qualities in Ojayit, his father gave him a magnificent sword as a present. With such a present coming down from the gods, Ojayit felt he was able to confront any vile enemies who dare to face him. He had this impressive sword in which there was the face of a golden god on a black enamel background panel in the middle of the pommel, and the symbols of his empire were cut in the handle. The young Ojayit cut the air with his large blade sword. While admiring it, Ojayit’s spirit seemed to light up and filled with glory. The fact of owning that extraordinary sword bound him to become a great master some day. Similarly, Nayakan, who was Otali’s third son, was a well-built young who had noble qualities. He had a wide forehead, deep-set and dark eyes. The kid loved a lot his family and used to visit his grandfather. When he grew up, he became a virtuous warrior thanks to the lessons he learned. Spears and arrows seemed to be flying around following his virtue. Everybody watched in amazement his smashing display of skill using his sword, his easiness when moving, the gracefulness of his rhythms and the variety of his attacks. He practised hard, working out until achieving excellence. The ability he developed was really useful for him in the end. Paramjit, Otali’s father and wise grandfather to the princes, was the Gupta emperor who was most loved by his people. As he was a wise man, he thought that some prestigious officer should instruct his grandsons properly. And then he searched and chose among his best soldiers. Visiting the imperial city when Paramjit was the ruler was a pleasure. It was a beautiful place surrounded by groves, fragrant flowers, melodious and clear streams, clean and fresh springs, and impressive temples and palaces. When getting to the palace, visitors used to walk under the fresh shades of trees surrounded by beautiful flowers, sweetly enlivened by the trill of naughty little birds. Birendra, a brave general with the power of a tiger, offered himself to teach Gupta princes the secrets of swords. Although he actually was a little ambitious, he dealt very well with the task. The old warrior wrote many manuscripts about war treaties. These manuscripts which were full of art taught many noble truths www.megustaescribir.com/autor/20523/percy-carpio-escritor-de-epica-y-terror
