The sun shone bright in Ogunta, and the Ojoola warriors who stationed at the Oba’s palace never expected a violent wind in the glare of the morning light. But it came. Ogunta had never seen a flying horse on its soil before, and many of them arrived at quite a distance from the palace. They were as white as the messengers of peace sent by the gods.
“But these are beasts of war. To your weapons Ojoola warriors!” Their commander and chief guard cried out as the horses landed with the wind.
As stillness returned, Wale descended from his horse and brought out from the sacs the heads of the Great Oba and the king of Ita, walking in a slow and steady pace towards the palace with overwhelming authority. And the Ojoola warriors and guards only moved back cautiously and steadily too. They all s
