Hearing this, in accordance with the actions of the Eldest Priest, all the priests sought on their knees and began wailing for mercy. For only their lives should be spared and Ifa-ile should be spared shall they do anything and everything the witches wanted.
Osabiegun, Oranmiyan, the Chiefs and Elders, the royal bard and the royal slaves as fear gripped unto them and held unto them by the neck, they beheld the thought of doom that fell on Ifa-ile.
With this, they had not been left out as even them, remained on their knees and in the same words with the priests they begged at the top of their voice.
But if they lacked humor, the Eldest Witch asked gently with her claws she gently ran through her hair and the rest of the witches began yet another round of laughter before they welcomed a song.