Tales of the Haxāmanišya

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Tatchara - "Winter Palace" of Persepolis, build by Dareios I., reconstructed from Ruins
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Even among Ruins, Persepolis always stood out as marvelous until this day. With the change of Iran’s former Government to an monarchy system, although modernized by parliament and free, equal, secret elections and an constitution, for the newly installed Dynastie of old Persia, sitting on an newly build throne in the ancient Capital of Persepolis, with the ascendancy of Gustàsp III. as the first monarch since the end of the reign of Mohammad Reza Pahlavi in 1979, the old seat of power was established as seat of the Sha'in'Sha, the same as Gustàp III. not claiming linage with the Pahlavi, but the old kings of Sassan and therefore, the same as they did, the Line of Cyrus II. and Dareios I. And as Persepolis would see an Iranian Great King residing there again, after over 2200 years, the Haxāmanišya rebuild at least one of the many palaces inside the grand area of Persepolis, the Tatchara, to be separated from its elected government in Tehran, and oversee its "four counters of the earth" in the light of Ahura Mazda and an worthy residence, even as still the greatest and most grand palaces of the Achaemenids lay in there ruins around. But now there are not only an landmark anymore, but the home of an old dynastie in a new light.

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[DukeofBread]

It was an tempered day in Persepolis, at least for Iranian standards. Therefore, as often in such climate, the Sha did not was indoors, in both his residence and home, the rebuild Tatchara, where his family (at least his wife and a young nice of his, like a second daughter to the queen) and he now also lived. But around the cubic Tatchara, on the great plateau of Persepolis with its ruins and some still high pillars of the former Apadana and the even bigger, both dwarfing the rebuild Tatchara, Hall of 100 Columns, the Sha let build great tents. Both giving guests and staff a home, shadow and resting place, but also let the Tatchara be less stuffed and crowed.

Therefore it appeared usual to be able to meet the Monarch, with his half grey, half black beard, and his short hair, in silk blossom ordained clothing, in an tent on the great plateau or even before it, where he started to let gardens planted...that the world once may be reminded, that the "paradise" was once just the Persian word for garden.

His family was by no means small, especially if once would look far over the many relatives, outside of the direct line of the Great King and his Brother. But not many anymore where present at this young, and still so old, court. His Son and heir often in Theran to learn the ways of state and government. The Brother, even enjoyed the busy privilege to be elected foreign minister, the Shas Daughter now in the US, and his nephew, freshly send to China, to rekindle an dynastic link, that the world had not seen maybe in over 1000 years.

Many, from the outside, would call the Sha an conservative, he who with full seriousness tryd to make sure that his claim, to rekindle the ancient line of the King of Kings, was as real as an bullet to the heat. And one of the most stable activities for an ancient king, since the days of Assyria already, was the hunting of animals.
May the name fool many, but the roe deer lived in the woods of Scotland, even so in some woods and groves of the Fars, the old name giving (Pars) province of Persia.
Anūšīrawān, the Kings son and Heir, was therefore not surprised to meet his father, in an tent, next to the rebuild Palace, in an simple shirt and apron, like the nomad Bachtiaren wear them for centuries.
Bend over the dead animal, still majestic with their antler and elegant body, the Sha took an Khanjar Dagger with an simple horn handle, and started to gut the deer, he just had hunted in the planes below, hours before. As his Son entered the tent and started in his typical direct way to speak immediately:

"Hear this API's delegates word: Did not Imam Ali teach that only the most pious and just may lead, chosen by God’s guidance and the community’s will, not by bloodline or a crown of ancient fire? To restore a throne while claiming devotion to Islam is to reject the very Wilayat al-Faqih that guards the faithful and betrays the path of the Prophet’s family."
The Heir made a sigh, almost amused by this words he brought from the parliament. "Poor Mohammed Juzif, terrible judgment, what the people want to hear after we just eradicated an Islamic rule."

Gustàsp III. finished the first cut through the deer’s belly, then took the nearby stone, sharpening his knife. "Attacking him in the news was stupid." He barely looked behind him to his son, but continued to carve out the first testicles of the deer before him, speaking calmly, but with the exhaustion of the gutting in his voice. "As an Haxāmanišya you don’t act like an ordinary fool!" He stopped, gripping the stomach of the deer and let it fall into an bucket under the table. The prince looked down, than straightened his head and just seemed to answer, before the King spoke before his son could. "Do you want to say something Clever...come on, say something clever!"

The Prince: "He insulted our Dynasty, while half of his Šūrā-ye Negahbān Idols still live, in some houses in Kuwait."

With a silent thud, the Knife got deep into the deer’s belly again, as the Sha spoke again: "Why is it in the news?" The prince winked. "You mean his Insults?"
The King stopped for a secund his gutting work. "Your stupid answers." The prince answered straight away: "The Eslahatnews Journalist asked me." The King just answered after two centimeters of knife work, to separate the fur from the left foreleg. "Why is it in the news?" The prince pushed it head high. "It would not be honorable to be silent."
The king spitted out the word: "honorable! ... you spend too much time worrying about, what the elected say about us." The prince Shaked his head: "I couldn’t care less, what they think of me."

Gustàsp gripped the freshly separated fur of the deer, continuing to cut it away from the fresh meat beneath. "When they say you are just an kafir of an heretic family, doesn’t it bothers you?" The prince pressed his lips together and shook his head a bit before an answer. "Of course it bothers me!" The king firstly looked to his son, wiping his knife on his apron: "The Sāsānide Lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinion of an parliamentarian sheep! ... I suppose I should be grateful that your pride for honor got in the way of your temperament at least." He finished to lose the fur from the deer above the whole side, before he stopped, straightening, looking halfway to his son again.
"I give the matter to the prime minister, you should speak with Raba and make sure that parliament ends this discussion." The prince looked surprised. "I didn’t know, you would hold parliaments discussions in such a high value." The king started again to cut, laughing halfway. "They people of Iran, politicians...maybe the most power greedy, fame dependent, quarreling ones but never the less."

He stand up and looked to his son, straight in the eye: "And every day they talk, and interview about what you and this API MP said, the less our name commands respect." The Son made a little step forward in spite: "So the Lion concerns himself with the opinion of an parliamentarian?" The King just answered directly, his voice rising a bit. "NO, that’s not an opinion, that’s a Fact!! If an parliamentarian can provoke one of our own, to defend himself about everything they just say, we are no longer an dynasty to be respected, our word if we raise it, to be feared...but just another voice in the daily moloch of media." He bended over again, continuing to stripe the deer of his fur. "The Pahlavi’s are long dead, Reza is dead, Farah Pahlavi dead and so we will we: me, your mother and you and your sister, and your uncle and all of his children... all of us dead, all of us rotting in the ground." Every word was now spoken between the cutting of the knife through the deer. "It’s the Dynasty that lives on...it’s all what lives on, not your personal opinions, not your honor, but the dynasty!" A last cut, the fur now halfway already curled over the raw deer and its meat. The king laid his knife down, turning to his son: "Do you understand?!"




*API = Alawīyūn Party of Iran (Refering to the Alids, shiite belive of righetous heir of the Prophet by Ali ibn Abi Talib and his decendeds for the claiphate)
*Šūrā-ye Negahbān = Former theocratic Guardian Council of the Islamic Republic of Iran