When the light touched the sands, Nakhakantan was summoned to the king’s chambers. Nakhakantan wondered why he was called.
The king was waiting for him. Nakhakantan stood in front of his father with an innocent face but with a spark of brute intensity. He was battle-ready, his eyes shouted.
Nakhakantan couldn’t see his mother in the bed-chamber. He wondered where she would be. Isn’t she going to wish him success in his first battle?
“Father, you summoned me.” Nakhakantan entered the bed-chamber.
“Yes, I have to enlighten you with something. I know it is time.” The king replied.
Time for what? Nakhakantan looked puzzled at his father’s face.
“Come,” Nakhameromon walked in front. He didn’t look back to see if his son was following. He took a candle from the table and walked to the nort
