Azuka was sitting alone in the shrine when Adaora ran in weeping bitterly. She threw herself to her knees, saying she had bad news for Eze Mmo. But what she thought was news was not news, for Azuka was evidently in the know.
He hushed her before she could say anything, and placed a comforting arm around her. He tried bravely to smile. No teardrop trickled down his cheek, for real men did not cry. But Adaora observed that his eyes were moist and knew he was suffering greatly from the loss of his beloved son.
“In his rage and desire for revenge, Agwoturumbe created a monster that will swallow the entire Igbo race,” he murmured.
Adaora rose and tried to pull him up. “Arochukwu is being razed! We must leave now!”
“You go. I cannot go with you; the place of the chief priest is with the gods
