Envoranus emerges from the palace again. Coroltha rapidly strolls over to him, nodding at his instructions and at last saluting him, which he casually returns.
Envoranus climbs gracefully into saddle of one of the white horses. The second is led out of the stable by a servant.
Coroltha gets the troops into formation.
You hear trumpets from the Lunar palace; looking up to the balcony you see the Governor of Prax, Halcyon var Enkorth, a middle aged man with golden plaited beard and wearing the ornate robes of his office. He solemnly salutes Envoranus, who returns the salute, striking his right fist to his chest and then and then extending his fist at shoulder height, and holding the salute for a few seconds.
The prince begins moving his mount forward.
Eight elite soldiers of Halcyon's retinue marches slightly ahead of the procession, pushing pedestrians out of the way and otherwise making way for your troop.
Coroltha arranges you to march in threes, with each squad leader extending the line to 4 every 3 rows, and calling out marching orders; you are pleased that most of the recruits are doing well at this point. Hurtzag is near the front just behind the prince, Astorl riding near the front, and Blazik leading the prince's backup steed just behind. In the rear she puts The Aggabortas's squad, just behind Wanakela and the Praxians, Amilcar and Hawendona.
You file past the Old Gate, where traffic into and out of the city has been arrested for your passing, and turn southeast, along the Pavis Way. A considerable crowd has gathered and looks on with a variety of emotions, from awe to curiosity to contempt. and through a path in the Founder's Market, merchants scurrying to shove carts or roll up rugs full of goods to avoid their being trampled.
You file past the Seven Mothers temple, the priestesses playing instruments and singing a beautiful and eerie tune. Lay members, initiates and priestesses line the road to touch you tenderly as you march by, loudly whispering
"Be blessed"
"Blessings of Sedenya"
"Know her love"
"Be blessed"
"Grace of the Goddess go with you"
Their murmurs create a beautiful harmony that somehow melds with the song.
Turning northeast you march toward the meat market, the smells of the stock and offal becoming overwhelming as you finally reach the River Gate.
The eight elite soldiers steps to the left and right as the Prince rides through the gate. Soldiers are lined up along the walls saluting you and beating their spears on their shields as you exit the relative safety of the city walls.