“For the king’s son, the rightful king!” the army shouted, banging weapons on black shields. They dropped their chant for rabid cheering when a man in black armor with a winged helm and flowing blond locks rode before them, sword brandished overhead. When he reached the middle of the line he was joined by a woman who wore strange robes festooned with charms and fetishes. The army fell silent when she raised her arms and began shrieking in a tongue unknown to them and gesticulating wildly. She concluded her strange ritual by casting the bones of animals into their ranks.