Another century had passed.
For the exceptionally long-lived Logos people, a hundred years was neither short nor long.
My mother passed away during this century, and Dertulian became even more taciturn.
Ever since both of my parents had passed away, he had learned to isolate himself from the world, to observe it coldly, watching over the kingdom as it prospered more with each passing year.
Under the rule of my brother, King Yarlessto, who serves as king, the glory of the Logos Kingdom today far surpasses that of the Sapo King's reign.
Now, amidst the prosperity of agriculture and animal husbandry, the kingdom had grown into a nation housing nearly a hundred thousand people. The Logos people formed several city-states, and towns rose one after another along the fences that divided the farmland.