It had been days since the dark night. News of the death and the retreat of the man-eaters spread all over. Wangui still hated it that she hadn't been able to kill the master by herself. Though she was happy to know that his arrogance and pride had led him to his death.
Gitahi was almost fully recovered. Much to everyone's delight. He just needed a few more days and Wangui was willing to give him that before they both went to surprise his wicked and sadistic father. She had been searching for a way to go back but none of the suggested ones seemed to be of help. There was one way she knew would work. Taking down the curse. But it had a heavy consequence. Taking it down would take her along with it. The blood of the man-eaters had been absorbed by the curse making it stronger. And taking it done would require a whole dozen of witches. However, risking her life wasn't an option. She would look for another way or let the curse wear out on itself. However long it took.
"Have you found a way yet?" Gitahi asked sitting on the pallet Wangui made. The latter was sleeping on his laps.
"Not yet. Though I think of trying some things," she said hopefully.
"Would you mind telling me?" he asked smiling at her face.
"I wish to call upon my father's grandmother. The chiefdom was her ancestral home. I may not know her but she can have some answers concerning her generation," she responded.
"Mayhap it will work," he said hopefully. He wanted it to work. His patience was almost on the edge of breaking.
"I ought to believe in it," she huffed.
He bent and kissed her fair cheek. Despite what he was going through, he was still able to see a bright day because of her. Polygamy was expected in his tribe. But he wasn't going to settle for it. He was going to settle for the one woman who shared his desires and imperial darkness. He believed that they were quite a rare pair that needed to be paired forever.
Ndegwa entered the cave carrying a deer on his back. It was the couple's hunting day. Wangui grinned at the huge prey. Njeri entered carrying firewood. It was almost nightfall.
"You surprise me. How long did you have to travel to get the meek beast?" she asked sitting up.
"The whole day, my friend. I tell he made me walk through the sloppy hill just to get to it," Njeri complained.
"You liked it when I carried you down the slope," Ndegwa countered.
"You didn't carry me," she pouted.
"Goodness, my friends. Do you always have to keep taunting each other?" Wangui asked smiling.
"Most certainly," Njeri responded arranging firewood by the fireplace. Wangui huffed giving up.
"How do you feel?" Ndegwa asked his friend.
"Better than yesterday," Gitahi responded lively.
"Have you an idea today?" Njeri asked Wangui.
"Yes," she responded.
"Good. I am twisting my fingers willing it to work. I already feel impatient. I can't stop envisioning your wicked father's face when he sees us. Do you think he'll look like a puppy hiding its tail between its legs as if it the most important organ?" Njeri asked in a serious tone that left everyone bursting in laughter.
"What? I'm just asking a question. It wasn't meant to be funny," she protested frowning.
"Shall you help me conduct the séance?" she asked hopefully.
"Gladly," she responded.
"We'll work on the deer while you get started," Gitahi said.
"Alright," Wangui agreed.
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BEAUTY IN EXILE
Historical Fiction"I would rather stay with an enemy than let my heart wither away as the distance between us lengthens," he told her. Wangui, a beautiful product of an intermarriage between a Kikuyu chief and a Kamba witch has been living in exile all her life. Now...
