18. Whispers

‘When, your greatness?’ Shiri asked him sounding desperate.

‘When I am done grieving, Shiri. When the Vadhindi, the soldiers and my people are done grieving.’

‘But even grief is meant to be temporary, my chief,’ Dombo tried to reason with him. ‘The Ndebele could attack us whilst we are still “grieving”. ’

‘Dombo is right, Your Greatness,’ Gumbo said, ‘if the Ndebele find us in such a vulnerable state, I’m quite sure they won’t wait for us to finish grieving.’

‘So what do you suggest?’

Dombo cleared his throat pretentiously, ‘I suggest we mobilize the army fast and strike them hard and scatter the dogs into hiding.’

‘Is that a unanimous suggestion?’ Brahmuhn asked eyeing Gumbo and Shiri.

The two nodded simultaneously.

He grabbed his knobkerrie from beside his throne and stood up. ‘I’ll have to think abo
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