The Birth of Nagareth
A quiet sound went through the crowd it was soft, at first then it got louder. People started to talk. Soon one voice was heard clearly above all the others echoing across the courtyard that was filled with sunshine:
"All hail Sire Leon… and the golden naga of Vellore!"
The sound did not just echo it spread out. It rolled through the plaza like something that is alive. One voice turned into ten voices. Then ten voices turned into a hundred voices. The words were picked up by people. Passed along to others. They were changed by people saying them and by what was, in their hearts. After a while the chant was not something that belonged to one person it belonged to the chant itself the sound of all those people the sound of the crowd the chant.
The stone walls caught the cry. Then they hurled it back at the people. The banners were fluttering in the wind. Some birds got scared. They scattered from the rooftops.
