Hammer and Anvil
Macedonia, 613 AVC
The Vizier was bowing so deeply down that his helmet almost fell to the floor. Xenophon Teronid smiled upon him.
"You can speak", said Xenophon. "For today, sixty years have passed. You have been asked to record those sixty years and to report back to me. And you have come."
- Yes, o Majesty", replied the Grand Vizier, fighting between laying down his eyes and looking at Xenophon Tironid, ruler of the Macedonians.
"I have come back. All wise men have contributed to this story. I have come back with their stories..."
- NOT STORIES ! yelled Xenophon... not stories, he said again, more slowly. History. What I want, is history, and not children fables."
- And History I have brought, my grand Lord."
The Grand Vizier broke a seal and revealed a stockpile of papyrus. He was holding them gently, preparing to read them.
"- I want to know, from the mouths of my very own people, and not from all those political usurpers thriving in Macedonia. I want to know who he was", said Xenophon.
Xenophon was a strong and large man, a true warrior who had seen and traveled much already. Seeing a sturdy man like himself so anxious was quite worrying to the Vizier.
Xenophon was one of the Theronids, who inherited the crown early in the sixth century AVC. He was the son of Perdiccas Theronid. Though he has known his father well, he didn't know much of what his father had accomplished, and what happened in all those years before his sixth of seventh year.
The Grand Vizier stood up and moved his tongue on his lips. He began reading aloud what the wise men had written.