As the carriage moved toward the kingdom's border, a spontaneous procession began to form. Thousands of citizens followed the royal escort on foot, miles upon miles, creating a sea of people that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Along the way, people laid branches of evergreen, a symbol of the "Eternal Strength" Osita had once represented in the path of his horse.
There was no shouting, no chanting. There was only the sound of footsteps and the occasional sob of an elder who remembered the kingdom when it still was young.
When the procession reached the stone pillars that marked the edge of the Osita kingdom, the people stopped. They stood at the boundary, a massive wall of humanity watching the man who had been their sun and their shield for decades.
