Krull was careful to keep away intruders as he escorted Rafiki back that evening. It took four cups of tea to calm Rafiki’s nerves, a dangerously high amount, but his scrying bowl was ruined, and he had to speak to Minshasa quickly. Krull looked on in fascination as the mandrill’s eyelids fluttered, deep in the depths of his inward journey.
As his vision cleared, he saw the lioness lying down placidly, nursing a cub. Mano lay watchful nearby. Rafiki looked from one to the other. “Your cub?”
“Now he is.”
With a sudden rush of emotion, he recognized Taka’s cub. “Gods!” “Shhh,” she said. “Be very quiet.”
Rafiki smiled at the sight of the small body replete now with health and vitality. Bending to his knees, he kissed the lioness on the forehead. Mano nodded with a kindly smile.
Rafiki smiled back and looked to Minshasa. “Now you have a little one of your own.”
“I have thousands,” she said. “And he is not the last. The hopeless, the helpless, the lost all come to me. Mano gives them safety, and I give them comfort.”
“Bless you. But how do you find the time?”
“All the past, all the future is mine. I have time for your needs as well.” She took the cub gently in her teeth, placing him between her large paws and began to bathe him with her tongue. “This child is not the sign. You must look for another.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that. No riddles this time.” She resumed bathing the cub. The look on her face was so gentle that Rafiki knelt by her and presumed to interrupt her one last time. “How is Asumini?”
Minshasa looked up at him and smiled tenderly. “Your path has not been easy, Metutu. You walk the stony ground of servanthood. But if you are faithful, the Lord will pull all thorns from your heart and kiss away all your tears.”
He bowed his head and closed his eyes for a moment while the warm words filled his darkness with shimmering light. When he opened them again, he was facing a hyena. Krull’s face was lit from within.
“Did you see her, Krull?”
“No, though I would have pulled out my whiskers one by one.” He leaned dreamily on the wall. “I could feel a presence. Oh gods, what peace. The last time I felt that way, I was....” He looked down, embarrassed.
“Nursing at your mother’s side?” Rafiki smiled. “She died when you were very young.”
The guarded look threatened to return to Krull’s face. “Who told you?”
“No one. I could see it in your eyes.” Rafiki draped his arm over Krull’s shoulder and gave him a little pat. “Well, my friend, hope is not dead. Life continues. We will look for another sign.”
CHAPTER 47: LOOKING FOR LOVE
The announcement of Uzuri’s pregnancy was a thorn in Taka’s side, made all the more evident when her children finally arrived. He felt as if the lionesses were deserting him, perhaps even preparing to run off and join other prides. His mate, Elanna was no less distraught; at first she saw the pregnancies as evidence that Taka’s late night excursions were more than just simple “patrols.”
The sight of the newborn Togo and Kombi reassured her; the cubs had none of the earmarks of her husband. Even the scent was wrong, and she secretly delighted in the knowledge that Taka was hers. That evening she snuggled alongside his warm body, nuzzling his dark mane.
“Uzuri’s children are quite beautiful, aren’t they?” she said dreamily.
“I have yet to find out; I couldn’t even get near her today,” he said crossly. “You’d think the lionesses had never seen a cub before.” His eyes darkened. “I shall have to make a formal inspection in the morning.”
“Good. That means I have you all to myself tonight.” She nibbled on his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
“Don’t try to distract me. You know what I mean.”
“Yes love, I do. Now let me show you what I mean.” She kissed his cheek as the night drew gentle shadows around them.
The next morning, Uzuri felt a cold wave of fear sweep over her as Taka entered her cave. “Good morning, hunt mistress.”
“Good morning, sire.” She looked on with astonishment as Taka touched the twin cubs with his tongue. “You are blessed, Uzuri.”
For the first time in her life, Uzuri was at a loss for words. She nodded numbly as Taka sat down, his tail stirring restlessly as he watched the tiny cubs wriggle and roll about at their mother’s belly.
“I was young and fresh like them once. Before I was marked, and life took it’s toll on me, there were people that thought I was cute. Remember, Uzuri?”
“You were a cute cub,” Uzuri said. “I remember.”
“Look at them. They are too young to know I’m ugly. When I kiss them, they don’t want to slink away and rub in the grass.”
“You don’t look that bad,” Uzuri said, forthright even then. “People are just afraid. Afraid of you and afraid of the hyenas. Maybe you have this unique kind of thing with them. Maybe they like you. But they don’t like us. They make it painfully clear that all we’re good for is hunting. Don’t take my word for it--just ask them.”
“It’s too late to change that now.” He shook his head. “I will never live to see them gone, just as I will never live to be forgiven for bringing them here. I don’t think they like me any more than they like you, but they bow and scrape before me, seeking favors.” He sighed. “They’ll kill me when they get the chance. Every time I pass one of them, I wonder, ‘will it be you?’ And every night the same dream reminds me that each day may be my last.”
“Oh gods, how awful!”
“So you’re not amused by my plight? You have a kind heart, just like your mother had.”
He spoke to her so tenderly that Uzuri dared address him unbidden.
“Sire, when you were born you weren’t breathing. I saw Rafiki breathe life into you with his own mouth. Can’t you find it in your heart to forgive him? It would mean a lot to me. Please?”
With a great sigh of resignation, Taka said, “Of all else, I could forgive him. But for trapping me in this life of pain, I cannot. And what’s worse, I am too much of a coward to undo it. If I could just go to sleep one night and never wake up....” He sighed deeply, then reached down and kissed the cubs again. Taka half laughed. “I do tend to run on like a fool, don’t I?” He silently turned and padded away.
Later, as he lay upon the peak of Pride Rock, his majordomo, Gopa the stork, flew in with a great flapping of wings. “I have your daily report, Sire,” he grated.
Taka peered down at Uzuri, who lay sunning herself on an outthrust rock below, her cubs nursing placidly. Tameka lay beside her, the pronounced swelling of her abdomen unmistakable. “Gopa, where are all these new children coming from? I have cubs practically running out of my ears!”
Gopa blinked, the wattle under his neck shaking gently as he glanced down at the lionesses, then cocked his head at Taka. “Who do you THINK brought all those cubs? The stork? Well it certainly wasn’t me.”
Taka looked at him askance. “What in the devil are you talking about?”
“Forget it,” Gopa sighed. “You want this report or not?”
CHAPTER 48: CLOSE QUARTERS
Rafiki and Uhuru had just finished their evening prayers when there was a great deal of excitement among the other hyenas outside the baobab. Fabana was rudely thrust into the baobab hollow. One of her guards looked at Uhuru and relayed the orders of Shenzi’s anger:
“Krull, merketh Fabana om arant. Beershomb nik gorun om Shenzi flethun, om Fabana marukh! Oblez?”
“Oblez!”
“Kreblat Roh’mach!”
“Roh’mach kreblash!”
Uhuru glanced at Rafiki. “It seems we have company. Indefinitely.”