Sorrow. 
That's the only word Ejima was familiar with.
She was the best warrior in the village. The wife of the greatest slinger in the world. 
Yet...
Her pride has been cut
Her place in her household has been capped because she couldn't bring forth an heir.
Many believed that she was cursed by the gods.
But the gods themselves needed her to do their bidding.

Ejima

Despite the uneasiness hanging on every side of the camp, Bozo could feel the comfort under his hood—made from an antelope hide—as he walked through the hordes of men that stood, facing the distance ahead. Their hands were clenching their weapons as though their life depended on them, and the torrential drop of sweat that came running down smeared their faces with a glare that almost gave Bozo a skin burn. Pathetic. Bozo thought as he held up his chest, walking through the open space which the surprised men had torn for him. 


CHAPTER 26