The current Ak Ghana Bemotali of the Borderland faction which has usurped the throne orders his sons by his second wife Edotali and Jahmelo "Silverhand" to quell the bid. A scene from the Sharazlander camp.
At daybreak the camps began to stir with hurried movement. News had come in from the scouts that Edotali's column was approaching from the northwest. Raslings and chieftains roused their followers,cooking fires were started, here and there horses were led to the Adembisi to drink, and the concubines of the Rasling Vinishihir began to sing songs of the martial virtues of the clans of Sharazlan. A troop of Wanshlka's riders rode by one group of five's fire. " More likely to go over to 'em," Quatashlom said watching the city boys prance by. "Wanshlka was always one to look to his own rather than the clan, look how he gave up his brothers to that damned Bemotali the Viper at Aziwonu, him sitting on the ridge with his and his son-in law's people, scratching they asses and digging up they noses while them Borderlanders rode over his kin." "Wanny made it seem like it was a bit of military genuis,"sneered big Ousagamaloh between spoonfuls of mihi gruel. "Yeah, he's a double dealin' sonofabitch. That's why they be keepin' him close by, so to speak. He'll be with Ras Duiomo instead of with his people. The first sign they got the traitor slime pulsing in they veins, his head'll be adorning a stake." A freshly shaven head Banah started to nod his head in agreement."Daamn Ouse! What crawled up your ass and died?" A good fart before a battle helps to relieve tension." "More in likely sicken everyone around you." The two other men at the fire, a father and son, made exaggerated fanning motions and got up to put some distance between the emission of Ousagamaloh. "Who is the Silverhand, Papa?" the son Nyanditoyu, asked of a name that had been spoken of the night before, at 5'9" the same height and build as his salt and peppered hair and beareded father, Yab. "That is Edotali's brother, Jahmelo. Where he is on a field expect that to be where the hard fighting to be. He and his brother Edotali are like brother lions seeking to wrest our Sharazlan away from Ras Duiomo. They are a hell of a combination, they've never lost a field when together." Except now," Nyanditoyu, said with pride and assurance. His father smiled and hugged his shoulders. "We shall do our part to see it so. Come, the first assembly drums are singing. Let us prepare. Hey you three ! It is beginning."
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