Epilogue

My eyes sting with unshed tears.

My King dies, I can not save him, my antidote!

My beloved is gone,

your father died.

For what would I weep? and to who?

For his life?

For my own Life?

For Queen dowager to die?

or For death to find and take me to him?

I had you, my son to live for in place of your father.

So I stayed alive.

I lived 15 more years... how ironic.

My King's remaining life beads given to me.

The years spent with fear of the unknown. I refused to give any child my mantle.

" Find that child on your own." I told Nyambe.

My son ascended the throne at age 15, Intelligent as his father, At fifteen he gave me a grandson from a concubine,who he named after my beloved.

Sepo.

I told him to choose a Queen from Seke, you have to have a tie with the Seke palace. Because there was once a legend who lived their, his blood runs through your veins.

I have existed for others in order to live.

I have healed my husband

involuntarily.

I healed my brother.

I healed thousands of people taking away their pain, keeping it as mine.

I have ruled Proxy for my son.

Can I die on my own accord? This life tires me. In my next life give me a Freer life. Born of two commoners.

Yanga and Kathi!

" I lay here on my bed in death, ready to meet my beloved...King Sepo."

******* The End! ********