The day after my arrival, I wandered through the ankle-high maze of the palace remains in search of the great central megaron, or throne room, where the wanax presided.
Pause here! The far-off world, at last, Breathes free; the hand that shook its thrones, And to the earth its miters cast, Lies powerless now beneath these stones.
After this, anthems will be sung and prayers recited as the King proceeds to the Coronation Chair, a throne forged from the swords of a thousand defeated enemy...nah, just a wooden chair.
This idea as well that the public could get behind a young woman in her 20s who they could all see was going to be on the throne for a considerable amount of time I think really galvanized people.