Beschrijving
The wedding ceremony took place in a small pond, after the small descent to the left of the castle.
Tall torches were set up nailed to the cool grass, and many of the Thracians had already taken a seat on the podium, along with their families. The girls were telling me the truth.
Every man had a wife and they were happy.
Where were the girls? Where were the weeping brides? We approached the main platform and King Searle led me down the stairs and showed me the seat next to his throne. \