The First Train of Father-Emperor

Everybody bated their breaths as three dozen Craftsmen Bees lifted the heavy tarp off the train-wagon and it appeared before us in all its sunlit glory.

A torrent of gasps flew over the crowd. Dozens of thousands of bees were stunned speechless, and I was among them.

'This… it's almost like a palace on wheels!'

A tribal palace, but a palace nonetheless.

In its core, the wagon was still simple construction from rough wooden boards and iron nails, with several doors and a minimum of windows. It was, by itself, twenty meters, three meters wide and six meters tall, with space for dozens of bees. Many iron clamps with long ropes attached to them were in the front—for pulling.

But over this, every inch of the wagon was covered in embellishments!

Colorful dragon scales and chitin pieces were nailed along the walls of the train-wagon. Each had a picture on it, inlaid with gold, and in them, I recognized symbolic drawings of the Bee Empire history.