CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Even the mountain felt the burden of a defeated warrior on itself as the winged-horse dropped Wale on the peak of Akpatara. The pain of losing the battle and all of his men was stronger than that of his bleeding body. In his agony, Wale battled with himself and the mountain just to get to its foot. After hours of roughing it out through the mountain, he lay lifelessly at its foot throughout the night till the dawn of the next day—his body as rough and unkempt as a demon cast down for his lost glory. He and his men had spent eight days through the journey to Ita, and back alone, he came defeated as though he had just returned from a thousand-year war. “It’s an Ogunta warrior mama”. The young boy who defied his mother’s warning said rushing towards the almost-lifeless Wale. “Come back he
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