"The three of us," Makaka said.
"The four of us," Rafiki said. Rafiki threw his arms around Elanna's strong neck. "First Simba came back from death. Now my Lannie. God has been generous."
Bravely, hopefully, the four friends headed for Pride Rock. According to Elanna’s wishes, Rafiki and Makaka combined their talents with Elanna’s experience to avoid the sentry patrols and find Sarabi before someone found them. Elanna did not want to be intercepted by an angry Isha who might rip her alive on the spot. If anyone must kill her, it must be her own sister. Maybe with Sarabi there was a chance for mercy.
Elanna ascended Pride Rock the same way she had left it--by stealth. She led her surprised friends up a difficult but well-concealed route that left old Rafiki huffing and puffing, but surprised even Uzuri in its ingenuity. The mistrustful hyenas had devoted a great deal of thought to the approach, and it probably aided many spies to eavesdrop on Taka.
It was the time when Sarabi should have been cub-setting in her usual spot. Rafiki looked around the entrance and spotted her resting in the cool shade. She glanced up at him. “Rafiki, come here old friend!”
“I’d like to, but I think you might want me to wait outside.”
She laughed. “What are you talking about, old monkey?”
“You’ll see.”
Elanna wanted to go right in, but she froze beside the mouth of the cave. She looked at Uzuri and shook her head “no.”
Uzuri half smiled and nodded “yes.”
Lannie tried taking a step, then looked around in a panic. She touched her chest with a paw, the silent hunting signal for retreat. Uzuri shook her head, nuzzled her reassuringly, and tapped her cheek wth a paw. The gesture said, “No!”
Lannie looked at the cave mouth, then looked back at Uzuri. She touched her chest with a paw again and started to walk away. “Oh gods,” she mouthed silently. “I’m scared!”
Uzuri drew close and whispered, “I know. We all are.”
Death had once seemed like release to Elanna, a sort of belated victory. She had contemplated joining her husband among the stars before, but she stood there terrified of dying.
There was no where to run. She was in the middle of the Pride Lands, and the only way out was through. She kissed Uzuri good bye and hoarsely began to whisper the prayer of the dying--in case she did not have the time to utter it in her moment of greatest need.
In a move that was not meant to be morbid, and was not taken morbidly, Rafiki made the sign of Aiheu, circling her eye and touching under her chin. He nodded. “It is time.”
Then she stepped into view....
“Who are you?” Sarabi asked. The bright light behind her made Elanna a silhouette against the azure sky. “Do I know you?”
Elanna had to step closer to Sarabi, and the effort made her tremble and gasp. Still there was no hint of recognition until one feeble word escaped her lips. “Sassie?”
Sarabi’s eyes grew wide and her ears drew back. “You’re dead! Oh my gods!”
“No, Sassie. It’s really me!”
The queen mother looked at her. Her chin trembled and her chest heaved. Tears began to run down her cheeks. “Lannie? I’m....”
“Sis, I want to come home! Oh gods, I want to come home!”
Sarabi rose from the ground and sprang up, wrapping her paws around Elanna’s neck and bearing her to the ground. Wracked with sobs, she pawed and nuzzled Elanna, covering her in warm kisses, feeling her fur, breathing her scent and listening to her heart beat. “Don’t you ever leave me again, girl!”
Lannie reached around Sassie’s strong neck and held her tightly. “I’ll never leave you! Never again! I love you, Sassie!”
“I love you too! I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. Oh Honey Tree, can you forgive me?”
“What do YOU think?” Elanna sniffed back tears. “The hyenas were taking me out to be killed when the battle started.”
“I know. Ten hyenas to one lioness. That’s what we heard.”
“I wanted to come back and help. Really I did, but I thought you didn’t....”
“Hsssh, Honey Tree. It was a bad dream. You’re awake now.”
“How about the Pride Sisters? How many died? How many of the cubs?”
“None and none. Aiheu was with us. Some of the hyenas were with us too. I was bitter and full of rage, but I was touched by a great light that day. Now you’re here and there is no darkness left.”
Makaka slipped his arms about Rafiki, and the old mandrill reached down and kissed his cheek. Tears filled Rafiki’s eyes. “All is as it should be.”
Some of the cubs came forward and looked at the two entwined in their tearful embrace. Sarabi stood up and wiped her face with a paw. “My sister Elanna’s here. You’ve never met her before.”
Sarabi proudly said, “The one in the middle is Tanabi. Simba’s boy. My grandson.”
“Your grandson?”
“And your nephew.” Sarabi smiled at Tanabi. “Come kiss your Aunt Lannie, Honey Tree. She could use it.”
Tanabi came forward and rubbed on Elanna who promptly pulled him close with a paw and began grooming him. “You’re a sweetie, yes you are!”
Lannie looked around at the other small faces and beckoned to the cubs, a smile of almost other-worldly beauty lighting her countenance. “Come here, you! Let’s have fun!” At once they mobbed her, pulling on her tail, kissing her face, and rubbing against her. Elanna wept again, hugging each of the unknown cubs and kissing them.
One asked, “Why are you crying?”
“I’m crying because I’m so happy a smile isn’t good enough!”
Another asked, “Can you tell me a story?”
Elanna affectionately swatted him with a paw. “I’ll certainly try.”
Uzuri poked her head in the cave. “Is everything OK in here?”
Elanna looked about. “Yes, Zuri. Everything is OK in here.”
THE END: TOUCH OF THE NISEI
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