When the ceremony began, Master Musa untied the Sword Belt from his waist and fastened it over Shansi's tattered clothes.
Then, he draped a fine, fur-trimmed green Cloak over the new King and placed a bronze circlet upon his golden hair.
The Sufi Practitioners chanted during the proceedings, following as Master Musa led Shansi on a lap around the Mosque for all to see him.
The Master raised Shansi's right hand high, and many probably found it strange that the new King's wrist was still bound by a slave's chain.
The people knelt before him.
Shansi recognized many of the Turkic People who had been his father's followers, and he greeted them cheerfully.
He played the part of the King well, being a smart and amiable person, but Eric could see a hint of mischief in his expression.
'Did he really believe he was the King right now?'
Eric figured he saw all this as an adventure, but without a doubt, it was a far better adventure than cleaning dung buckets in Tripoli.
