CHAPTER 22

The young day still held the rays of the sun, dancing over the horizon, just on the other side of the world. Mist, as visible as a burning smoke, swerved in the cold morning air, making it impossible to see clearly. Murmurs and whispers circulated the serenity of the forest as the people traveled along. Even the twigs and dried leaves that carpeted the forest, cried in agony as different weight brushed pass.

Ada held Amadi firmly, not giving him the room to wander about like some of the children. The duke had ordered they traveled away from the main road, in a small party, as it would be easier to protect people from any hidden attack. Ten clans had been wiped out, not even a pin survived the raid. Nobody survives the hunt of those barbarians, Ada recalled Nneka saying.

“Ndum (my life), You are hurting me” Ada heard Amadi say.