“Yes, great one, I have the blood from my brother, it is here with me.” He handed the container of Chima’s blood to the chief priest.
The priest’s face remained expressionless, “You are truly the son of your father and you have given the great god of your fathers something he cannot reject. You have moved a step above your father and that shows that you are worthy to be called his son. I must tell you that the great god is happy and pleased with your suggestion. I have never seen him so happy. Give me the blood.” He stretched out his two wrinkled hands and collected it. “You shall also cut yourself and let me have a small amount of your blood.”
Chika quickly used the cutlass in his hands and slashed his thumb. “Let some of it drop here.” The chief priest said, putting the container tha
