O Goddess . . . I have brought you the most precious silver in my city. The silver leaves of the olive. . . . Please, Goddess, make me a good leader for my people. Let me bring them peace, and I swear I will cover the hills around the city with silver, in your honor. Everywhere the moon shines around the city it will strike the silver leaves of the olive, I promise.

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