17. Dark Clouds

It had all happened so fast. Brahmuhn now stood above Mandebvu, his faithful knobkerrie in his hand, hanging by his side.

Shumba was beginning to regain consciousness.

Cheetah slowly walked towards Brahmuhn with leaves pressed tightly on his wounded shoulder trying to limit blood loss from it. ‘You have done it, my chief. The menace is dead.’

Brahmuhn’s face melted in relief. He said, ‘My people can now be at peace.’

‘Never before have I seen such displays of power, my chief. You are indeed the helm of greatness.’

‘And that shall be his title.’ Shumba said standing up.

‘What do you mean?’ Cheetah asked him.

‘That shall be our chief’s title; “Brahmuhn…His Greatness”.’

As they walked back to the village, they wore faces of gloom. They had sown big banana leaves together and laid Hippo and Mamba in them and were now dragging the corpses into

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