He lowered his head, then knelt and hit his head on the ground of my chariot for a long time without any intention of getting up.
"Lord… This is our sacred salute to our race," and just as I felt puzzled, Lucias appeared at last by my side and said these words.
"And?" If this was a sacred way of his race, then there must be a formal way to accept this salute.
"Lord has to honour us with your blood," the one who knelt said before Lucias would say it.
And when I looked at Lucias, he nodded to confirm this.
"I'm the one honoured by your services," I used one of the many swords I had and cut a wound, a deep one over my right hand before placing it over his head.
"Rise," I liked this ritual. It gave me such an impression of majesty.
"All of you will follow his suit," I turned to all, before adding, "you are all going to be titled my valliant generals from this moment on."
