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.
"No more shall we be forced to pay tributes from our good stock and our good soils." Again, the cheers came.
"No more shall our men go off in the service of a foreign army fighting foreign wars. Our soldiers and our battles are our own!" The cheers had become somewhat stagnant, but still they came at each pointed pause.
King Bera continued in this manner, spending many words extolling the virtues of the indomitable soldiers of Sodom. "Though we stood, side-by-side, with Gomorrah and our brother cities, Sodom shone above all. We sent the Edamites scurrying like frightened foxes!"
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