In Arochukwu as Ebube and Nnaemeka swung off their horses, many questions turned in their minds. Why should they trust people so different from them? Why would they leave wherever they came from and travel all the way to Arochukwu? What was their mission? Why was their skin so pale?
“One thing is sure,” mumbled Ebube. “Their advent only spells trouble.”
“Do you think they would heed our warning and turn back?” Nnaemeka asked.
“I doubt it. They will arrive here sooner than we expect.” Once apprised of the situation, the elders were divided and argued hotly among themselves. Ebube’s position was that the Eze Aro should be persuaded to expel the strangers even if it meant waging war against them. “We must not allow ourselves to be deceived by the strangers,” he warned.
But a group of elde
