After the ceremony at the church the procession starts back for the
home of the bridegroom's father, the bride riding upon her horse,
musician playing, and choir boys singing. The water-carriers, who
have supplied drinking water, break their jars noisily before the
bridegroom, drenching his marriage costume and giving rather an abrupt
signal to the godfather whose business it is to tip them. Noisily
the procession moves along the streets until it arrives at the
gate of the house. In days past it was the custom at this point in
the ceremony to place a sheep ready to be sacrificed at the feet
of the young couple, the poorer people contenting themselves with
chickens. The butcher put his knife to the neck of the sheep saying,
"May God thus put all your enemies under your feet, Amen, Amen." Then
pieces of coin mixed with raisins, pistachios, and other bits of nuts
or dried fruits are showered over the people from the windows above,
while the godfather leads the bridegroom within to the crowd of men,
and the godmother leads the bride to the women, everybody trying
to kiss the cross on their heads. The bride is then placed in the
seat of honor and in her arms is laid first a little boy, and then a
little girl, so that the first child may be a boy and if perchance
the will of God be otherwise at least a girl. Each guest now comes
to the bride to place at her feet a fruit in season. The bridegroom
is called "the prince of the feast" and must never quit his seat of
honor. If he does leave his chair he must place an object belonging
to him upon his seat, and if he should at any time omit to do so,
the assembly makes the godfather pay the necessary forfeit, which is
usually a dinner. Towards nine, the guests take their leave, having
eaten and sung to their uttermost desire. [172]
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