Nnaemeka walked into the chamber of the Eze Aro unnoticed by the elders who were having a meeting with the Eze Aro and the chief priest. It was evening and the war with Mmo Ngran, as the visitors were now called, had been won.
“Ebube brings war upon us and flees,” bellowed Uwadiegwu. “Unbelievable! Aru!”
“Do not be hard on the young man, Uwadiegwu,” said Ikoku, pointing his hand fan at him. “After all, whenever he brought back the spoils of his past conquests, we all rejoiced with him.”
“Yes,” agreed Chiejina. “Instead of casting aspersions, we should be asking why he acted the way he did, and even where he is. Our fathers say a fight between grasshoppers is a thing of joy to the crow.”
The elders began to debate the position of Ikoku and Chiejina. But the Eze Aro and the chief priest
