The procession left the southern gates of the Sun Palace amidst the blaring music and the beating of the footsteps. The naturally wide streets of the city of Kundali were narrowed by the eager crowd who had gathered for a view of their majestic king, Shaktidev. The rich and the poor, the old and the young, all stood in line to witness this momentous occasion, pressed against one another so tight, not even air could pass through. Some hid fragrant flowers in their hands to toss at the sacred elephant. Others cheered and waved in the hope of being seen by the superior human who was their king.