The attar of sadness was down on his eyes,like rain on a lake.
The Ashwamedha (sacrificial horse) features were haunted by an underlying resignation to something yet to happen, the kind of look you see in those goats who graze alone.
ॐ असतो मा सद्गमय ।तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय ।
मृत्योर्मा अमृतं गमय ।
From nonbeing lead me to being;
from darkness lead me to light;
from death lead me to immortality.
The sacrificer- king & the priests will murmur .
These were the last words ,the horse will hear.Soon his neck would feel the linen-drape they would strangle him with.
Thus began the ritual- the killing & silencing of helpless to wish powers to the kings .
Yes ,it is a ritual … helpless & innocents need to suffer or should die for the king to be powerful.