Sagiri crossed the ancient boundary marker and entered the lands of the N'folu alone. It was now the end of the second month since he assumed his position as supreme chief. The pain in his body had become bearable, and he could at least function. He could wait a little longer, even so. He had grown restless over the past week. He could feel something brewing, and he knew it could soon be time.
He had asked that no one accompany him for this, even though the council argued that it would be shameful for o go alone, and they would accompany him. Even so, he did not want anyone to accompany him. This was one of those things one has to do alone. He had dreaded the journey, and even though he could make it from Thazir in less than a day on Zaira, he had slowed down, and they had taken a full day.
He could feel the crippling sense of familiarity the closer he got, and he dreaded it more and more. Finally, however, he was in Nkara, the loins of the south, and in Nfolu.
