Chapter 63: The Princess's Wedding (1)

Davers nodded and said, "I will send Ansitanos to assist you, because this time the people who came to Turiyi to participate in the conference are all famous scholars from all over Greece, and they have a great influence in the Greek city-states, and Ansitanos, as a scholar, knows them better, and will have some common topics, so as not to snub them."

In addition, these scholars may make some requests, as long as they are not excessive, and we try to accommodate them. You need to be aware that there may be a lot of people attending their lectures after the conference starts, and you need to send enough people to be responsible for maintaining order, not rioting, and keeping these scholars safe. ”

"Your Majesty, don't worry, I will make careful arrangements." Lucias said with a cautious expression.

"It's been discussed for so long, it's time for lunch." Davers stretched, looked relaxed and smiled, and said, "I have one last thing to say, which is my private business. Tomorrow Hera will be followed by the wedding of my daughter Cynthia, and I will have a celebratory banquet at the palace tomorrow night, and I invite you to it! ”

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This year's Hera Wedding Celebration was even more lively than in previous years, and more people came to watch it, because among the newlyweds who participated in the celebration were a special young couple.

They were Cynthia, the daughter of King Davers, who was beloved by the people of Dionia, and Patroclus, the hero of the Dionian people and the youngest captain of the Legion.

In addition to the aura of the background behind them, they themselves are also quite popular with the people.

As an adult, Cynthia became her mother, Christoya's right-hand man, helping with business matters and becoming well-known to the people of Turiyi. She is gentle, generous, virtuous and hardworking, and is exactly the image of an excellent woman in Dionian culture.

Patroclus was born into a freeman family. After his father was wounded on the battlefield, he did not become decadent, but actively devoted himself to public affairs, and through his own efforts, he became an excellent kingdom official and contributed to the prosperity of Turiyi. Patroclus himself became an excellent soldier and officer through his studies at the Dionian School and his experience on the battlefield, and became the standard-bearer of the triumphal ceremony because of his outstanding achievements. As a nation of immigrants, the success of the Patroclus family is a model for the countless freed-born families in the kingdom.

Therefore, despite the end of the festivities, the people were still in high spirits, knowing that there was a traditional wedding of the two young men to be held in the evening, and perhaps the king and his wife could be seen.

At this moment, Cynthia had separated from Patroclus, followed her mother Agnes, and led the slave girl to the Hades Fountain (formerly the Turi Fountain) next to Victory Square, saluted the statue of the Immortal couple and Davers in the center of the spring, filled several jars of clear water, and then returned home.

At this time, the Davers Mansion was already dressed in red and color, and everyone was dressed in full costume, including the slaves, who were all making elaborate preparations for the upcoming wedding.

Cynthia quickly returned to the bathroom in the main building, took off her almost soaked clothes (which she had soaked during the splashing of water at the Hera celebration), and carefully scrubbed her whole body with the spring water, not only to wash away the dirt on her body, but also to symbolically wash the relics of her virgin era according to tradition.

Then she changed into her clean robes and went to the garden in the backyard, where Agnes was already waiting beside the statue of Artenis, the virgin and child protector, before which the offerings had been set up and the oil lamps had been lit.

"Mother Egnes!" Cynthia hurried over.

"Don't be in a hurry, kid." Agnes smiled, took her hand, and made her stand in front of the idol, and then stood beside herself.

At this time, Agnes was dressed in a white priest's robe, beautiful and slender, and standing with Cynthia, she was completely a pair of sisters, so that people could not tell that she was a woman who had given birth to two children and was thirty-six or seventeen years old. Only by looking closely will you notice a trace or two of crow's feet in the corner of her eye.

Agnes looked at the statue of Artemis in front of her, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: when she became the priest of this goddess twenty years ago, she thought that she would serve her and grow old alone, but how could she have thought that she would have a considerate husband, two lovely children, and a lively family in the future......

"Come, pray softly with me." Agnes came back to her senses and whispered to Cynthia, then led the way in a low chant: "Night falls, and the moon appears."

Artenis, with a bow and arrow, roams the world.

Maidens and children are protected by you.

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Cynthia followed the prayer sincerely.

When the prayers were finished, Cynthia's personal slave girl brought some of the clothes and toys she had worn as a child and lit them in front of the idol.

Looking at the misty white smoke rising and smelling a somewhat choking smell, Cynthia couldn't help but feel a little stunned, because from this moment on, she said goodbye to her childhood, and at the same time, she was separated from the blessing of Artenis, and will be transferred to the realm of Aphrodite, the goddess of sex, and Hera, the goddess of marriage protection.

To do this, she went back to her bedroom, where her other mother, Christoya, was waiting.

"Mother, thank you for your hard work!" Cynthia shouted excitedly. At this time, her bedroom was dressed very ornately, and a golden statue of Aphrodite was erected at the head of the bed, which was the result of Christoia's efforts alone, and according to tradition, no outsiders were allowed to interfere.

"Silly boy, isn't this what a mother should do!" Christoya said with a smile, then took out a gold-plated apple, handed it to her, and said, "Pray to Eros." ”

In the legend of the Iliad, the Trojan prince Paris gave Aphrodite a golden apple, believing that she was the most beautiful goddess, so Aphrodite, who was extremely happy, immediately blessed Paris, making the most beautiful Greek woman, Helen, fall in love with him, thus triggering the Trojan War. In some of the later Greek city-states, there was a custom of offering a golden apple to Aphrodite, and the bride would receive the blessing of Eros.

Cynthia held a golden apple in her hand and prayed to Aphrodite.

After a moment of silence, she placed the apple in the idol's outstretched hand in exchange for a new, ornate chest strap that had been stacked in its hand. This is also a custom derived from the legend of the Iliad: according to legend, the goddess Hera, before marrying Zeus, the king of the gods, begged Aphrodite to lend her the belt that she had tied to her breast, because the chest strap was a magical power of seduction, and sure enough, Zeus was fascinated by Hera, so that Hera successfully achieved her goal.

As a bride, who doesn't want the groom to be alone, to fall in love and enjoy the joy!

Cynthia picked up the chest strap a little shyly, put it on her chest and tried it.

Christoya pulled Cynthia to sit on the edge of the bed, pointed to a few objects on the bed, and said, "This tiara, necklace, and earrings were given to you by your mother who loves Gnes, and this is the jewelry she wore when she married Turilai. ”

Cynthia looked at the jewels: the tiara was made of gold and silver, inlaid with blue and green garnets, and the pattern was very delicate and detailed; And the necklace is made of silver as a chain, with gold as a fringe, and the front end is decorated with a huge orange-red amber, which is very dazzling; The earrings are two small, delicate silver studs, each strung with a halo of milky pearls.

Cynthia held it in her hand, looked at it and looked at it, she couldn't put it down, she couldn't help but wear it on her body right away, she couldn't help but say: "It's so beautiful!" ”

Christoya sighed from the side, "You love Gnethia's mother's family, which is a great nobleman of Lijim, and wants her father Artilicrus to send her to Turriyi with a magnificent fleet, and wants your father to have a grand wedding." Your father, taking into account my feelings, refused...... At that time, your mother was wearing a precious jewelry, and she came home from the port surrounded by a huge procession of relatives, but she attracted the attention of thousands of people along the way, and this wedding is still the talk of many people in Turiyi......"

Cynthia then remembered that when Christoya and Davos got married, it was Amendolara who was recaptured from the Lucanians, and everyone's minds were focused on how to gain a foothold in Amendolara and recover from the wounds of war and other urgent matters......

Thinking of this, Cynthia immediately put down her jewelry and hugged Christoya with both hands affectionately: "Mother, what are the old things you gave me?" ”

"I got married very simply, and I didn't have many things, just this oneβ€”" Christoya sighed again, picking up a belt from the bed.

Cynthia immediately noticed something special about the belt: it looked slightly old, but it felt nice to the touch, it was as light as nothing, it was beautifully embroidered, and it was not made of ordinary silk threads, which she had never seen before...... The whole belt is colorful in color, but it is not tacky at all, but rather luxurious.

Christoya saw Cynthia staring at the belt intently, but her heart was quite emotional, she stroked the belt with her hand, and said faintly: "This is a Persian royal belt, it once blessed me from the capture of the Persian soldiers, it blessed me with meeting your father, it blessed me with successfully escaping from Persia, it blessed me with following your father to Great Greece, and finally married him...... Now I'll give it to you......"

Christoya whispered, and countless images of the past kept coming to mind, the promise Davers had made to her back then, and the man she had served in her youth was now completely unrecalled...... (https:)

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