Chapter 60

“I was here first, let me present my gifts first—”

“No, I am a warrior, I need protection for when we attack the—”

“I am a widow, let me go first, so that Kamohoali’i will protect the village—”

The crowd fell silent, then dropped to their knees when they saw that Sartin had emerged from his hut.

“What’s going on?”

Kekoa rose, presented a red spear on the ground where Sartin sat, and knelt down again. “We are lining up to present our tributes, Kamohoali’i.”

“I don’t understand your offerings or your battles. This seems silly to me.”

The villagers murmured.

“If we present you the offerings to Ku, maybe you can intercede for us and bring victory?” The widow spoke up and presented a red platter. Made from a single piece of wood, the oiled plate shone in the afternoon sun. The widow looked up and beamed when she saw Sartin examining her gift so closely.