It was then a priest approached Ghaej.
"Desert warrior, thank you for your actions. You have protected the Shah, the goddess of our world and our days. For that, we humbly worship you as her hero."
Persea turned to give the masked man a look, as she stood there, her entire entourage of priests moving to bow their hands at his feet.
"The rescuer of the Shah!" One exclaimed.
"The hero of Essryn!" Another professed.
And they all chanted in prayer, women who bore fans rushing to stoke the winds at his side.
And the Shah just stared at him, chin held high and some sort of twinkle held within her eyes.