Upon the shoulders of kings

My name is Teamaritt and I am emperor to all men.

I traveled across Saelem, Sheraz Mehlu and the mountains of Manri Ju without my court, my sword, or my horse—my government were the winds and trees, my weapon—my word and my mount were my two sandaled feet, now callused…I return home now, finally, to write down my story.

I see now one thing, above all others—I am less than the lowest of slaves, for I serve not one man, but the whole of my people.