The Emperor rose as the barbarian straightened from the mocking bow–slowly, with evident pain in his twisted limbs–ignoring the angry hisses of his advisors, the rising murmur from below.
Boy and man, they stood gazing upon each other across the dais.
“Yes–and to you also I extend my greeting, brother king. But it is the salutation of an elder brother to a younger. I am the elder, and you the younger,” he continued, something both wry and bitter in his tone, “–for I am king of an elder nation and you of a younger; and my people are wise in the things that your people know not: cunning, and seduction; counsel, and alliance. It is you who will follow, and I lead; it is I who will teach, and you learn. And it is age that will govern strength. Welcome–brother.”
(Reposted from: Brother King)
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