Blaring horns drew all attentions toward the city center. A small platform on the first tier of the temple mound had been set up for the King to address his people. He still sat on his horse, an exquisite beast. A long flat back, powerful hind quarters, and bright, knowing eyes. A beast that bespoke speed and agility. Astride his horse on top of the platform, Bera was tall enough to be seen by many of his subjects, his colored robes standing out against the drab, dirt-colored city, and his sleeves long enough to cover his abraded wrists.
"Peoples of Sodom, your King returns from the fields in glorious victory!" These last two words shouted. He paused as callers shouted his words to crowds further from the stage.
"The yoke of Edamite rule over our city and our plains is thrown down." Some of the soldiers in the crowd provided spear-tipped motivation for the people to shout loudly.
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