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At Cathedral-Temple of the Butter Cow, in the City of Smjörkýr, the seat of the Metrobosarch of Benacia and site of the creation of the Butter Bull's body, Jonathan prayed. He was surrounded by the nine elders of the congregation, each laying hands upon him.

Jonathan had pondered and pondered this decision for a long time, ever since he first met his cousin Nathaniel, he felt that the way of the Bovics was the true wave. It was in his blood.

This was his rite of passage.

As the praying ceased, one elder spoke:

"As on the road to Borders Bay, you are among the disciples of the Butter Cow, and you will learn what butter means. Eat of the Butter Bull's body, eat of his churned butter!"

A second elder held a spoon ful of the nectar of the Divine Quadrate, the butter of Bull's own body, reincarnated here in Elwynn, and the spoon, and its contents, entered Jonathan's mouth. Oh, it was good.

Jonathan closed his eyes and felt a wonderful rush of bliss throughout his body. He wanted more of the butter. He craved it.

But after a moment, he knew that it was not what the Buttery Quadrate wanted.

"Rise, calf!" an elder announced.

Jonathan obeyed.

The elder proceeded with reading the encantation and revelation of Prince William:

"Moo moo mooooo! I say unto you! Do not forget the ways of the Butter Cow, for the milk of the ethereal utter breathes life unto this land. And of it his hand comes the light of dawn!"

He offered Jonathan some sanctified milk, and Jonathan drank it. He was given the same intense bodily feeling from drinking it, and he did not even notice his lips going white afterwards.

A second elder began playing his harp, and Jonathan, along with all the nine elders burst out in song, in the Buttery Spirit's honour:
Guide us, O great butt'ry Spirit,
Guardian of this awesome land,
To the place where your gifts are plenty;
Feed us out of your mighty hand:
Juice and bagels! Juice and bagels!
Feed us till we want no more!
Feed us till we want no more!

Open up the butt'ry rivers
Whence the fatty streams proceed;
Let the golden, sustaining fluid
Give us all our lives should need:
Hail your powers! Hail your powers!
Have mercy on us poor fools!
Have mercy on us poor fools!

When we give to you our worship,
Grant us wisdom, strength and cool;
Do not laugh or have us rejected,
But accept us lowly fools.
We, the people, we the people,
Will forever be your calves,
Will forever be your calves.
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The nine elders lay their hands on Jonathan's head and shoulders once more, and prayed for him. One of them announced with a loud voice, "Mirza Jonathan Merlingsson Ayreon-Kalirion -- under the authority of our God, Bous, the Divine Buttery Quadrate, I confirm you as a member of the Dozan Bovic Church. Receive the Buttery Spirit!"

Now, after the blessings of three parts of the Buttery Quadrate, only one more remained, that of the Man.

The nine elders led Jonathan to the temple's crypt, where a small vessel, containing a red liquid, could be found.

"This vessel," an elder said, "contains the blood of Prince-Emperor Nathan and his beloved Elijah. Upon their marriage, their blood was mingled. This is their blood."

The elder took a needle, pierced one of Jonathan's fingers, and squeezed out a drop of blood unto an empty plate. Then, the elder took a small drop from the blood of the vessel, and dripped it onto Jonathan's on the plate.

"Your blood has been accepted the Man and his beloved. Go in peace!"

And by that, Jonathan hugged the nine elders, left the building, and returned home as a Dozan Bovic Calf. For the first time in his life, he felt complete, he felt whole. God has found him.
Prince Jonathan
MIRZA JONATHAN MERLINGSSON AYREON-KALIRION

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