"What are you still waiting for? What are you waiting for? Do you expect me to pick up the embroidered robes from the floor for you personally?" Suleiman Shah looked at the officials and Attendants around him and snorted coldly.
The officials and Attendants were instantly startled. Those closest to the embroidered robes on the floor immediately dropped to their knees, prostrating themselves. They lifted the robes, and, with bowed bodies, hurried out of the hall.
The rest, who hadn't gotten a robe, also followed the others and quickly departed.
Soon, the guards closed the doors to the great hall, leaving only two people inside.
Suleiman Shah stood on the steps, looking down at Eric below. Then, Suleiman Shah walked to the center of the dais and sat down directly on the steps.
"I have never liked adding such complicated and useless prefixes to my name. That is a tradition of the Persians and Arabs, not of the Turkic People.
