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The wise men nodded.
"Yes," said Zhozua, the eldest of the wise men, "the people would indeed benefit from being taught the script. It would make the distribution of information much easier."
"That's what I was thinking," said Kuataim. He took another look at the Holy Stone, glowing from the moonlight shining through the hole in the cave ceiling.
"So, this here stone is the very first piece of the earth created by Khuzamua himself, eh?"
"Indeed it is," said Muavu, another wise man, "and he has revealed it to us in this cave. It is right here that Khuzamua's presence is strongest."
Kuataim looked thoughtful for a second, and then said, "I declare that for now on, once a year on this day, every loyal citizen in the Khaumasi Empire that wishes so shall make a pilgramage to this place, and pray right in front of this stone to Khuzamua, as this is where he will hear it for sure."
All of the wise men nodded their approval.
"A holiday this shall be," said Zhozua.
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The thirteen men, Kuataim and his twelve Wise Men, trudged back through the jungle to the Royal Palace. The Holy Cave itself was only a few miles from Izhashov, and to Kuataim, it was no surprise it would be so close.
As he slumped down into his throne, Kuataim looked at his wise men.
"Tell the messenger boy to fetch that Vaizhid fellow down at the arcanum. I want a word with him."
"Will do, your majesty," they said, and they left.
Several minutes later, Vaizhid, the most prevalent seer in the Empire, walked into the throne room. He was a short, thin, and ancient man, hunched over and draped in purple cloth robes and with a long gray beard.
"What do you seek, your majesty?"
Kuataim looked amused. "Tell me, Seer, what was the prophecy again?"
"Ah, yes!" Vaizhid looked up and closed his eyes. "The omens say that if the Empire of Khaumasu does not begin settling beyond the Aizhuaku, it will eventually be overrun by a foreign race of men and there will be no secret cities beyond the jungle that will continue the survival of the Empire. The omens say that we should explore and settle the surrounding land."
Kuataim smiled. "You're a funny little man, Seer. Tell me, where exactly do the omens say that we should build these new settlements? All of the southern plain that we know of is occupied by the Avernites."
"We shall build several new cities in the northwestern hills, as the east is covered in dry, cracked desert. If you allow me to pay a visit to the Ministry of Cartography, I may be able to produce a map of where Khuzamua wishes the cities to be."
As absurd as this man sounded, Kuataim had a strange feeling about this. "You may go. I wish to see this map immediately after you have completed it."
"Thank you, sire." Vaizhid bowed and left.
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The map of expansion that Vaizhid will make will come with my orders.
"Yes," said Zhozua, the eldest of the wise men, "the people would indeed benefit from being taught the script. It would make the distribution of information much easier."
"That's what I was thinking," said Kuataim. He took another look at the Holy Stone, glowing from the moonlight shining through the hole in the cave ceiling.
"So, this here stone is the very first piece of the earth created by Khuzamua himself, eh?"
"Indeed it is," said Muavu, another wise man, "and he has revealed it to us in this cave. It is right here that Khuzamua's presence is strongest."
Kuataim looked thoughtful for a second, and then said, "I declare that for now on, once a year on this day, every loyal citizen in the Khaumasi Empire that wishes so shall make a pilgramage to this place, and pray right in front of this stone to Khuzamua, as this is where he will hear it for sure."
All of the wise men nodded their approval.
"A holiday this shall be," said Zhozua.
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The thirteen men, Kuataim and his twelve Wise Men, trudged back through the jungle to the Royal Palace. The Holy Cave itself was only a few miles from Izhashov, and to Kuataim, it was no surprise it would be so close.
As he slumped down into his throne, Kuataim looked at his wise men.
"Tell the messenger boy to fetch that Vaizhid fellow down at the arcanum. I want a word with him."
"Will do, your majesty," they said, and they left.
Several minutes later, Vaizhid, the most prevalent seer in the Empire, walked into the throne room. He was a short, thin, and ancient man, hunched over and draped in purple cloth robes and with a long gray beard.
"What do you seek, your majesty?"
Kuataim looked amused. "Tell me, Seer, what was the prophecy again?"
"Ah, yes!" Vaizhid looked up and closed his eyes. "The omens say that if the Empire of Khaumasu does not begin settling beyond the Aizhuaku, it will eventually be overrun by a foreign race of men and there will be no secret cities beyond the jungle that will continue the survival of the Empire. The omens say that we should explore and settle the surrounding land."
Kuataim smiled. "You're a funny little man, Seer. Tell me, where exactly do the omens say that we should build these new settlements? All of the southern plain that we know of is occupied by the Avernites."
"We shall build several new cities in the northwestern hills, as the east is covered in dry, cracked desert. If you allow me to pay a visit to the Ministry of Cartography, I may be able to produce a map of where Khuzamua wishes the cities to be."
As absurd as this man sounded, Kuataim had a strange feeling about this. "You may go. I wish to see this map immediately after you have completed it."
"Thank you, sire." Vaizhid bowed and left.
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The map of expansion that Vaizhid will make will come with my orders.
