Over the wheel

A Power that eludes

He towered over the slave.  His presence on top of the wheel dominated the scene.  Below dozens of his warriors looked up at him  ..  admiring.  Putting their hopes in him.  Next to the wheel his priest was chanting  ..  imploring Mzanka to descend.  Grace them with his presence again.

How long since he had abandoned them?  How the chief had fretted  ..  over his failure to secure that seed-slave’s secret.  But now he had a chance  ..  stretched out beneath his feet.  This King of the jungle.
If only Mzanka would hear his cries  ……..



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