Thus, they both appeared in the cradle of the empire of Htadd, these two companions from almost birth who counseled one another during life’s trials and tribulations and walked side by side almost everyplace they went, as friends and sidekicks, both were now on an exclusive asteroid island of sorts on the edge of a solar system. They had a profound love for one another, an unconditional love one might include.

Paradise

Lo! At this end, they were separated; Posei was given lands by the king, lands in the southern part of Nrutas, where the flowers grew to enormous sizes and shepherds grazed their sheep in the meadows, and the tropical sun rays reflected through the white-pale belts that circled Nrutas. Still, there seemed always to be a cool breeze for the inhabitants of this valley region on Nrutas, as if it caught the whiz of the planet itself: as if it melted through its gravity belt. Yet, still from the mountains that surround the valley, came the blessings of cool, clear and fresh waters from the ice caps.

The wedding of the King and Princess Moir was grand to say the least, and the news of it spread around the asteroid to every crook and creek, soldier and merchant on it; to every inhabitant—to everyone everywhere. It was a global celebration, all except for Posei, and in the heart of Princess Moir, yes; indeed, her heart was in apprehensive state, a bewildered coma you might say.

Nonetheless, a great jubilee took place this day, with apple-blossoms and wines from the kingdom, and countryside. Hence, they lived in the Great Citadel in the center of the Great City of Htadd, which carried the name of the king. This brought life and refreshment back to the city divine, the one they worshiped to its end; the city kingdom with its endless corridors and marble engulfed foundations.

The Lyrist and the Agony

Several years had passed, whereupon the great king of Nrutas invited the minstrel Posei, who now was known throughout all the lands as the greatest lyrist of all time, invited I say, to his 7th Anniversary banquet.

The King of Nrutas

Upon his arrival there at the kingdom, the king sat with his gold and purple robs, the splendor of the Acropolis and its plaza, all were entwined within the king, he was nonpareil.