The Wisest Warrior Who Marries the Most Beautiful Princess

By Dr Kumdong Bindul Nostra

The king of Mwanjil kingdom, King Maminajipechatchat had a dream. The dream was a reality and his chief dream interpreter told him that its going to be a daunting task to accomplish it. When the king went to Abamakura village, a naturally rich village, the kings dream was revealed. As interpreted, a tiniest troglodyte Satkechilenkat appeared in the beautifully mountainous mountains and angrily shouted on him to go away. The king angrily went away in great disappointment after fruitless attempts to talk to the mountain man. In trying to realize his dream, he sent several letters to Satkechilenkat to come to his palace for peaceful negotiation, but he succeeded not. The king decided he will go to war against the tiniest man. Like King Saul, he consulted the gods to tell him the outcome of the war. When he consulted the gods, the gods told him the army will suffer the most humiliating defeat of their lives. The gods strongly warned him never to go to war, but as pride goes before a fall, the king deferred the godly advice, because he had greedily put his possessive eyes on the fabulously virgin village. As warned by the gods, the army truly suffered the greatest defeat in a battle of the wittiest. The tiniest mans all-important demons outfaced the kings army. Despite the disappointingly disgraceful defeats, the king never gives up. The king switched to plan C by offering his stunningly beautiful daughter, Milelamkat to ANY MAN who can kill Satkechilenkat. Acclaimed greatest warriors responded to the clarion call, but none of them succeeded in killing the wonderfully powerful man. Yet the king never wants to give up. It was Nimasa with great wisdom that solved the kings problem. Hes a great warrior of words of peace and not of lethal weapons. He finally brought Satkechilenkat to the kings palace. He proves to everybody that sincerely peaceful dialogue solves all differences without anger, let alone fighting a war. He marries the exquisitely, attractively and most beautiful princess in the greatest kingdom.
They lived very, very happy thereafter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Nov 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504993562

Dr Kumdong Bindul Nostra

DR KUMDONG BINDUL NOSTRA was born in Naki in Bwarat district in Langtang north council of Plateau state, Nigeria to KURA NJIL and KATDAK. His quest for knowledge started at LEA primary school Dadur, then to Government Junior Secondary School Kwanpe, then Bwarat Community College Dadur, now Useni Memorial College Dadur. He’s a medical doctor and a Master’s Degree holder in public health at the University of Jos and University of Bedfordshire, United Kingdom respectively. He’s a prolific writer who suddenly took to writing like a duck to water. Whenever he starts writing his story, words pour out of his mouth like torrential rainfall. His quest for writing stories is taking him further and further into the world of writing. His dream is to write stories that will lower reader’s temperatures and blood pressures and put smiles and laughter on their faces and glued them to their seats. His main aim is to add knowledge and understanding to the fast changing world where knowledge is king. He hopes to establish himself globally and to create absolute confidence in his readers. He dreamt of writing even in his grave. He wants to write his name in the writers’ book of fame.

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CHAPTER ONE

K ing Maminajipe’chatchat lived in Abam’anjil village. He’s the king of Mwanjil Kingdom, a very gigantic kingdom. The kingdom is made up of Naki, Shelum, Kum’ichir, Wacha, Abam’akura and Dadur. Other areas that made up the kingdom include, Laka, Gantang, Ngbup, Fyer, Jat, Kankur and Reak and Zambau Dyia. He boasted that he owns everything in the kingdom. The king knew all the towns and villages that made up the kingdom. But he didn’t know the extent of the kingdom he was ruling. He didn’t have a single record of the kingdom. He was well respected by his people. He was the four billionth kings to the kingdom. The last king ruled the kingdom for seventy five years. He ascended the throne at the age of twenty two. The average years for each king on the throne are sixty five years. Dadur is centrally located and is the largest area among the different regions. It’s the nerve centre of the kingdom. It’s the headquarters of the kingdom. The king’s palace is strategically located at Naki, snugly embedded among beautiful mountains. Mwanjil kingdom is a SOVEREIGN STATE from creation. It had never been a creature to any territory. It’s a member of the Bwarat United Kingdom. The kingdom’s main seat of authority is planted in the north right under the shadow of the magnificently unique Jila, which equally served as its northern boundary. The kingdom had long been a centre for greatest scholars—philosophers, writers and artists. It’s known for its primitive theology, medicine, philosophy, psychology, law, science, arts and other subjects. It’s a greatly well-known political area in the region. The kings always fought for the interest of their people. Famous scholars like Nostra, Njil, Mahmood, Kumdong, Binfa, Zingven, Dangin and Ntyem Nimfa obtained their education, both master’s and doctorate degrees from the kingdom’s famously ancient universities. The kingdom is well known for its famously great universities. People came from far and near to study in the kingdom. It’s a centre for learning as it’s well known that the first professors in all subjects on earth were produced here. History had it that the kingdom is one of the greatest kingdoms to have produced world’s greatest educationists. All the antichrist teachers of the law who drilled Christ during his turbulent years on earth were educated at the kingdom’s universities. The lawyers who ruled that Christ must be killed by hanging were graduates of one of the famously recognised law schools in the kingdom. The schools boasted of very outstanding teachers. From day one of creation, the kingdom didn’t believe in dreck. On day one, the kingdom optimistically and enthusiastically defines their future. The kingdom had a dream team and their plans and policies work like a dream of Joseph. There had never been a period of renascence in the history of the kingdom. From creation, the kingdom had had great renaissance men.There had never been a period of doom in knowledge and development. It had never been a profligate kingdom. It had greatest decision makers and their policies are developmentally driven. Successive kings had worked extremely hard to propel the kingdom to enviable heights. There had never been a dwindling economy in the kingdom. Its political and economic programmes had always been very dynamic and solidly stable. All its programmes and policies profoundly have the people at heart. With this tremendous trend and the leaders’ total focus on humanity, there’s always absolute peace and love among the people. The leaders saddled with the responsibilities of the kingdom and the welfare of the people didn’t have a wink of sleep over their responsibilities. Historical evidence of the greatest kingdom lends credence to the facts on ground. The kingdom is not in course of any process in life now. It’s far, far beyond comparison. Newcomers to the kingdom always mistaken it for paradise which none of us is going to make it because of our shamefully sinful nature. Education and tourism were born with the kingdom and had taken it to an enviable level. The kingdom is a well popular place for renowned scholars globally. All forms of human knowledge on earth flow freely like the overflow Atlantic Ocean. Greatest scholars, especially from Kufin, Zinni, Pilgani and Bwarat Central never stop coming to the kingdom. For almost everything of human endeavours, the kingdom is considered the centre of excellence. Research is one area of the kingdom’s greatest honour. The kingdom researched extensively in all areas of knowledge known to man in this world. Because of the greatest scholars the kingdom had, it had made extremely tremendous advances in the field of research. Its centre of studies [knowledge] is a solidly strongest reference point for the world. The kingdom is a pacesetter. Tourism had become the greatest source of revenue to the kingdom. It had spectacularly spectacular artefacts of God’s creation. The yearly influx of tourists is extremely alarming. It’s the most visited kingdom in the world and second after hell, heavenly-wise. Foreigners always dream of the kingdom, even those who had never heard of the kingdom. Only one visit is greater enough to make you chronically addicted to the kingdom. Even the mere hearing of the name made one to develop unquenchable appetite for the kingdom. Tourists and foreigners long to return back to the kingdom even when their taillight hasn’t left the kingdom. The kingdom magnetized the world like a brand new magnet, like hell. The kingdom is a very rich mountainous area. In the south, it’s bordered by the huge Ngbup, a dormant volcanic rock; in the northwest is the head of Jila, a uniquely exquisite butte, the lateral part of Jat Mountains and the anterior belly of Kurnock Mountains whose posterior lip merged with the Reak Mountains as it was finally swallowed by the Zinni Mountains, conglomerates of mountain ranges. The exhilaratingly fascinating and unique Jila is very popular with the Taroh and foreigners that visited the kingdom. This spectacularly unique Jila had something very special about it that people never stop appreciating it. It’s one of the most outstandingly stunning scenery in the northern part of the kingdom. The calm and tranquil nature of the place makes it a tourists’ haven. Its atmosphere is naturally defined. People visiting the area always experienced both traditional and spiritual state of wellbeing.

The physicality of the place which naturally stimulates the innate human desires even made it more inviting and much attractive. The place had become like a strongly powerful magnet to many people. It’s a splendidly beautiful place to spend your leisure. The airs there are fantastic and pleasantly scented like the myrrh and frankincense presented to Christ on his birthday by the three wisemen. This place always promised its visitors something notably unique on their next visit. People swarmed the area like termites to fire at night. The number of people that visited the place in a day is frighteningly alarming; in fact it’s like hell where the cruellest Satan’s disciples on this sinful earth never stop entering. They are mercilessly addicted to it like an idiot to heroin. Every part of the kingdom is a greatly rich treasure to people. Every part of the kingdom had a uniquely peculiar kind of air around it and this kept changing naturally like the seasons. The entire kingdom is having the sweetest, freshest and pleasantly purest airs imaginable on earth. No wonder, its people lived for many, many, many and many, many years. The life expectancy here is eight hundred and fifty years. A five hundred year old person here will be as strong as a thirty or thirty something years old person in today’s world. Some people, it’s believed, progressed straight to heaven alive, probably like Moses who never come back home after visiting God in the mountains. Every moment, both day and night, the places are annoyingly busiest as everywhere is legitimately overcrowded with men and women and children and dogs from those who fancy their pets along with them in such places. There’s no false religion here, no radicalism, no terrorisms and the people are a perfect collection of normal human beings—NO HUMAN DISABILITIES HERE, NO MADNESS FOR POWER HERE. They are truly very real people who live together in love, peace and unity. The kingdom doesn’t know what are HIV/AIDS, STIs, and CANCERS, TUBERCULOSIS, POLIOMYELITIS, EBOLA and WARS. Once you are in this kingdom, you will, without doubt know that God had disappointingly curse us and had sent frustratingly humiliating punishment upon us here on this shamefully sinful earth. Ours now on this badly battered world due to wars and wars and wars is to devilishly mock, blaspheme and killed innocent souls for what the writer can’t even explain, even in the least. We don’t belief anymore that God existed as we have not only questioned his authority, but have fearlessly vandalised what he had made so beautiful in his own eyes and handed totally free for us to enjoy. We all knew pretty well that the world is not only chronically sick, but that the world is incurably mad, badly dead, rotten and foul smelling. We are just walking monsters awaiting our transitional time into hellfire. How is God really feeling now as he sat there angrily mute in heaven and dejectedly and disappointingly looking down at us with ‘I AM TERRIBLY WORRY AND SADLY, UNINSPIRINGLY, DISAPPOINTINGLY DISTURBED and DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO EXPRESSION ON HIS ANGRIEST FACE. OUR SINS HAD ETCHED ON GOD’S HEART. EVEN NONLIVING THINGS POSSESS ETERNAL VERITY MUCH MORE THAN US. WE ARE TRIPLE DECKERS. WE HAVE DISGRACEFULLY PRESENTED A CARICATURE OF OURSELVES BEFORE GOD. MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS, BUNCH OF WHAT I DON’T EVEN KNOW and May God mercifully apportion us the less hot part of hellfire.

CHAPTER TWO

I n the east is the series of wonderful rocks, hills and magnificent Dukuk Mountains. With all these naturally beautiful architectural complexity, the kingdom is truly archetypal. These exquisitely attractive features arguably made the kingdom a tourist destination. The kingdom can be simply compared to the archaeopteryx. This natural richness made the kingdom more adventurous for people across the globe. It’s monumentally known for its rich culture and traditional values. Folk singing and traditional dancing are famous traditional spectacle of Mwanjil kingdom. The folk singing as it’s very famous today is performed by famously professional folksingers like Fajul, David and the folksinger guru, Zhimak, who no man will ever be like him in the history of folk singing in Tarohland. These singers, artists and writers derived great inspirations from the rich traditional and cultural diversities of the kingdom. The people are so passionate about their works. Their works are emotionally, culturally and traditionally connected with the history and ideology of the greatest kingdom. These rich traditional dances and singings attracted tourists to many parts of the kingdom as they are performed twenty four seven. They always keep the adrenaline and serotonin of the people flowing steadily. It will not be adulation if the writer says these canary-like people know their work. They had great charisma and aptitude for their work. King Maminajipe’chatchat had enjoyed the early part of his reigns and is still enjoying it right now. He dreamt one night that while he was going round on an inspection tour of all the things he had in the kingdom, he met one very tiniest man living in the biggest mountains in one of the villages believed to be part of the greatest kingdom. The chains of mountains contained more than half of all the animals, plants, mineral resources and all other precious materials on earth. It’s the village with the richest biodiversity. When the tiniest man saw him looking around, he told him in a loud angry voice to go away. He wasn’t near the mountain yet, but the tiniest man came out and started attacking him with very poisonous words. The tiniest man told him that the mountain belongs to him and so he shouldn’t look at it with a possessive eye like that. The man was seriously throwing very lethal words at him. King Maminajipe’chatchat told him that he’s the king of the village and everything in the Mwanjil Kingdom belonged to him. This village is within my greatest kingdom, the king said possessively with a serious voice. The tiniest man laughed mockingly with pride and told him to go away immediately. The man told him that if he ever comes back here again, he won’t take it very kindly with him. The king asked the man if he knows who he was talking to like that. But the tiniest man laughed excessively, mockingly. The man’s action alarmed the king, but there’s nothing he could do to him. The people that were with the king at the time stood agape and don’t know what to say. They were looking bewilderingly at the king, who was now terribly angry. The people were shell-shocked to hear the man talking to the king in that rude way. They wondered why he should talk to a king who is well known and well respected in the kingdom. The people had never thought that one day someone somewhere will be so arrogant to their king like this. The king stood staring at the man, not really know what to say again at that moment. His face was badly swollen with intense anger and he was obviously hurt at heart. How this man will talk to a king like this, he thought seriously, wonderingly with anger in his throat. The king’s anger increased in geometrical proportion to the thoughts gathering in his heart. At that far distance he couldn’t know what to do as he wished he was closed to the man and see what substance he was made of that gave him the gut to talk like this. If the man was closed to him, only God knows what the king would have done to him. He would have crushed him to very finest particles like corn. The king widened his eyes, then narrowed it as he swallowed slowly, wetting the fast drying throat. He ran his hand over his head, an involuntary action that the king hadn’t done before post-childhood. He wasn’t entirely sure if the man knows him as the king of the greatest kingdom. Truthfully, the king had never considered that he will ever meet any resistance like this in his life. It took the king some few minutes to realize that not everybody obeys the authority. The king heard his stomach gurgled and lurched with pain, a sure sign of anger. The king’s gaze came back to where they were standing as he was thinking of what next to do at that particular moment. Even with his crown on, the people could see how hot his head was and how anger was discharging out from the anger centre in the cerebrum. He forced himself to control his anger and maintained his composure as he was feeling cold inside his arteries.

The tiniest man was sitting there on the mountain looking at him like an old picture on a cheap frame. The king shook his head regrettably and said quietly in his heart, I can’t believe this. Is he going to remain there and continue to exchange bitter words with the man, the king thought as his face frozen with much anger. The man had told him he’s not under the authority of anybody in this world. This is my land, I am the king of this land and I am the king of myself. The man had said to the king frankly with strong authoritative voice. The king was visibly very angry with the man. The people were even more worried with different kinds of angers in their hearts. Their lips were variously stained with anger as they watched in unexplained surprise the king exchanging words with the man. Some of them had expressions of hatred for the man on their faces. The king swallowed some saliva and looked up at the man with a wicked expression in his eyes. The king looked at him for a while, his eyes full of intense anger. A tiny quiver started in his right atrium and moved from there to his aorta and was making its way into his systemic circulation. It made his extremities to shiver as he tightened his lips. The king shrugged with a chuckle mixed with smidgen of smiles and said, I think by now you have thought over what I told you and have made up your mind that this place belongs to me. The man had laughed disobediently and said, you don’t expect me to think over what is the fact. You are entirely and unlawfully in a wrong place. You are trespassing here the man told him frankly. What I have just told you about this place is indisputable. I suppose you should have disappeared from there by now before something very nasty could happen to you, the tiniest man had said with intimidating voice disgustingly, disrespectfully and dismally. The man’s words were highly phenomenally as it bitterly pains the king like a fresh wound. He was totally in disbelief as though he was the king any longer. The king stressed out his points clearly but the man stood his ground very objectively. Argument erupted between them which lasted for a long time. But the man insisted that he knows nobody in this world as the king of Abam’akura, and that he hadn’t heard of Abam’anjil village where the king lives. The king had tried in vain to convince the man. From his voice, the king acutely knew that the man was serious and mean what he meant. He had made sure that the king was told the truth. And already the king is frustrated with his action. The man looked briefly about him and then at them. Like sudden lightning, a bundle of light as bright as an electric arc appeared by his right side and glowed brighter and brightest for some few seconds before dimming down to its original intensity level. The effect of the bright light made the king and his men to squint. While the light shone, the man’s gaze stayed there on them for a while before he tore it away, very slowly with some thoughts in his heart. He dropped it in front of him, and for a few minutes, it seemed he was fumbling with something in his hand. This particular action took the king’s attention for a while. The people with him looked at each other wonderingly with mouth agape, lips motioning, but no words were coming out from them. The man’s eyes narrowed as he fixed his eyes more on whatever thing he was doing there. Without another glance up at the king and his people standing there, amazed and shocked with surprise at what they had seen, he disappeared into the mountain. Sure enough, the king knew that the man had finished with him. Suddenly the overall visibility of the mountain diminished. The king and his people couldn’t see anything there anymore. The place turns totally black like the abyss. It seemed like they were in their graves where there’s no electricity and not even smattering of light source anywhere, even from the gods. All of them sadly thought that they were in Nigeria where there’s always blackest blackness due to no electricity. What appears to be twenty minutes or so the man reappeared and the brightest light followed him. Along with him were some four huge dark shadows of monsters. Despite the brightness of the light, their dark shadows were vividly visible in the light. Some of the shadows had straggly limbs like tree branches but what made them so distinguishable and to be truly monsters were their spherical and semi-spherical heads and fingers at the ends of the branch-like structures. One could see mighty black shadows moving around the man but they are living monsters. The man seemed to be talking to them as they assumed different postures and gestures with every movement of his lips. When the man finally looked up at the king, he threw his hand at him like he was shooing an animal away, indicating he should go away from there. When the king realized that the man wasn’t going to listen to him, he walked away angrily with great disappointment. The man and the black demons sat and watched them walking away shamefully, disappointingly with anger. With the unwelcome circumstances and the sorry picture that occurred, without a second thought, the king had satisfied his need to go all out with the possibility of killing the man and take possession of the entire land from him.

CHAPTER THREE

T his action made the king very, very angry and seriously pained him at heart like acute angina. He walked away shamefully and in a disappointingly humiliating disgrace. He never looks back because of the shame he had received from the man he considered is nothing to him. King Maminajipe’chatchat woke up with horrendous panic and was very anxious. His acute anxiety was mixed with fright. He sat up in his bed with thoughts. He could see he was seriously perspiring despite the early morning chill as though he had walked some distance and is having acute hypoglycaemia. The king sat there on bed extremely frightened and acutely disturbed about the dream. He was looking very strangely like a stranger in his own room. Firstly, the king truly wants to know whether this was truly a dream or he was daydreaming. He reflected back his memory to see whether he had actually gone to sleep. Undoubtedly, a small voice from nowhere told him he was wakened up from his sleep by a dream and his heart quickly confirmed that. This is a horribly horrible nightmare, he murmured to himself. Is this a dream or reality? He asked himself but couldn’t answer the question. Despite being a dream as his heart had confirmed to him earlier, the king was terribly disturbed by it and was completely restless. Another slow, calm voice was telling him something, but the bizarre thoughts that were flooding into his heart at that very moment drenched and drowned the voice. He couldn’t tell anything from that voice. He developed a sudden increased in blood pressure with a fast heartbeat. His heart was heavy and pounding like a drum. Series of thoughts had already assembled in his system. His inner spirit was visibly shaking vigorously like a leaf from the effect of a terribly horrendous thunderstorm. For the rest of the night the king couldn’t sleep again. He had something now to worry about as he sat there on his bed with much thought in his heart and entire system. Forcing his heart to start thinking of what to do about this horrifying dream, he took his diary and put down some few options. Ooooooooohoo good God, the king was saying deep down his throat unknowingly as he continually stand and sit with frustrating sigh and hissing. Already, the dream had presented him with a complex phenomenon that he had nearly forgotten most of the other issues bothering his heart previously. He had also looked very miserable as his mouth was temporarily twisted into anger and frustration mingled with disappointment. The king thought about this dream alone, seriously, occasionally rubbing his eyes and running his fingers through his hair to reduce the anxiety inside his circulation. There was still too much sleep in his veins but he couldn’t go back to sleep again because of the loaded thoughts. It was the dream that had robbed him of his sleep. The dream had invited something else inside his heart. It brought along with it several questions that have no immediate answers. This simple, straightforward dream had left the king to think, think, think and think and then think again and again. And his mind kept doing that from time to time and time again even when his mind wasn’t working together with his entire body system. At a certain point he thought he will never stop thinking about this dream again in his life. He loved the dream in one way, for it, no doubt tells him something very important, but he didn’t like the way the outcome of the dream had left him with more worries and more questions than answers. The king sat there, in his room, alone, quiet and still, couldn’t hide his thoughts anywhere inside him. He was presently thinking all by himself. And always the major problem and biggest price one has to pay for a hell of heavy burden hanging on their heart is worry and hopelessness. Now his entire system had unanimously agreed to think together about the dream. The way anyone else will do if they had problems bothering on their lives. He was praying in his heart that let the gods bring something good from the dream. As he sat there with thoughts, he couldn’t remember to check the time to know which time of the night it was. There’s the gigantically magnificent wall clock whirring and whirring with the second-hand ticking nonstop like the heart but he didn’t let his eyes to fall on it. The king himself didn’t know exactly what his eyes were seeing at that particular moment. At that moment his eyes were seeing but they didn’t know what they were seeing. It was seeing without thinking. Time wasn’t important to him. King Maminajipe’chatchat is such a king that whenever he had a problem, nothing seems to distract his mind from having full concentration on it. This very particular dream is one such problem. It had greatly touched his heart and held up his concentration. He was imagining as though it was real, how an ordinary man could talk to him so rudely and arrogantly like this. He’s cashed-up, a respectable and a reputable king of the greatest kingdom who deserved the respect and loyalty of everybody in the kingdom. Within this few minutes the king had had several thoughts in advance of what he will do next. Thinking ahead is one way of advancing your priority plan. The king took advantage of the still night to think over his terrible dream. He had thought of consulting the Kingdom Advisement officers. The king alone now, has taken the decision under advisement. The bright and glittering moonlight penetrated through any available hole into the room, illuminating the already brighter room. The king didn’t take notice of the brightness of the room either, as his lower lip was rather curved with thoughts of his dream or nightmare, whichever one he chooses. At some point the king will sit quietly and listened as though he was listening to God’s own opinion on his dream. He could vividly remember when last he had had a bad dream. He could also vividly remember the kind of thoughts and the different expressions on his face, how his lips were curled in anger. He didn’t know much about his dream at this very earliest stage. He wondered how much King Pharaoh might have thought that particular night when he had his dream. The dream had given him a pathological fear and worry mixed with anxiety. Something told him that his dream is the pathogenesis for more problems to come. In some way he couldn’t say he blamed the tiniest man, for he didn’t know what he was doing. And he had failed in the first place by not conducting a tour of the entire kingdom upon been crowned a king.

His predecessors had no records too. They should have had a record of the kingdom, to define its boundaries, its constituent elements and all whatnots. If they had done that, this dream wouldn’t have come to me. If they had done what was right, I wouldn’t have met any monstrous monster like this one now in my dream. This is surely a dramatic turnaround for the kingdom as he will carry out the mapping he thought to himself. The king couldn’t allow his mind and heart to rest for even the tiniest second as thoughts upon thoughts kept churning out and flooding in his heart and rolling out like industrial goods from a busiest working machine. It’s my fault, actually half my fault, he said quietly, catching his breath briefly then releasing it. Probably the man….the king started and couldn’t know what he wants to say. He left the sentence with most its parts missing. The series of thoughts disturbed his mind and depressed his general psyche. He swallowed hard, feeling a kind of feeling inside him. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to see if he could figure out something small behind this particular dream. He still didn’t know but he did know that the dream had some meaning, hideous at the moment. And that’s what he will try to find out when he meets with the chief dream interpreter. His mind kept replaying the dream again and again, but the entire picture of the dream wasn’t vivid yet. He has to handle it in a kingly way. He’s a man, a king and a leader that should do things in the most orderly way and manner. Deeply immersed in his thoughts, the king couldn’t realize the night was moving away. Slowly, the morning finally arrived. He sluggishly got out of bed, looked already exhausted, the king prepared himself and called his chief messenger immediately upon reaching the palace. The king told him to call for him his chief adviser immediately. The voice from his throat was that of a worried man. His face painted the picture of his heart. His lips were still curved in anger. And his face stained with worries. The messenger nodded with respect and loyalty as he courteously hurried away to carry out his duty. He sat down there in his seat of authority, head drooped in question and waited for the arrival of the men he had sent for. He wanted to know if the dream has a meaning, which of course, likes all dreams it has, but he doesn’t know its meaning.

CHAPTER FOUR

T he king knew that his dream is not just a dream, it’s a dream with a meaning, kingdom-wise meaning. The king knew pretty well that all dreams tell us something but we have never taken time to find out what and how important the dreams are to us. Different dreams have different meanings. White dreams have white meaning and future, black dreams have black meaning and black future and I think likewise yellow, pink and orange and green dreams have the same characteristics. But as of now, the king didn’t even know the colour of his dream, let alone its meaning. This is what he was trying to do. Although the king knew that the dream had some black colours, he didn’t know how much of it. What had happened that the king will send for his adviser this earliest hour of the day? The messenger wondered in his heart as he hurried away. The king didn’t hide his worries he said shaking his head in sympathy for the king. The messenger could see the enormous worries all over his master. But who was he to ask him what had gone wrong with him? What happened to our king this early morning that his face was badly crumpled like this, like a dry leaf? The chief messenger said quietly to himself as he hurried out along the road to call the chief adviser. The messenger was turning and turning the possibilities of what might have gone wrong as he made his way to the adviser’s house. His heart was now flooded with thoughts which only God knows how he will end up. He guessed that the king might have had a terrible dream, which he was right. The messenger thought of how some dreams could be so terrible and devastating and suddenly found himself getting angry on the king’s behalf. He held his breath for a while before taking in a deep breath. The chief messenger returned from the chief adviser’s house after some few minutes. My king, long lives the king, the messenger said respectfully with a bow, I have told him and he will be here just inside of a minute. He also called his general commander and chief security officer. The chief messenger took oral messages to those officers who were closer while those staying afar from the palace had telephone calls from the chief messenger telling them that the king wants to see them. After delivering all the messages to those that matters, the messenger returned to the palace. The king’s heaviest men started turning in as fleets of expensive vehicles flowed in slowly through the East Executive Visitors entrance into the palace. The palace security guards smiled and waved joyously at them as they drove slowly into the palace. The officers were been waved straight through without any security checks by the guards. They nodded happily with smiles on their faces. The men didn’t need any identity and they had permanent pass into the king’s palace at any time. It was the displayed of exotic vehicles by these high ranking men—from the Lexus to Mercedes Benz to Jeep to Limousines and so on and so on. The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Admiral Satkokam was already around. He didn’t come in his car because he lives closer by. All their vehicles carried the flag of the great kingdom. The men had been summoned to the palace in the early hour of this morning to hear what the king had for them. Whenever you see four or five such senior military officers, fully uniformed like this at the king’s palace at the same time, then something very important was up for discussion. As the men climbed out of their cars, they exchanged personal greetings and pleasantries with smiles and laughter. Within few minutes, they were all sitting before him. Some of the top men who were in attendance this morning at the king’s palace included: Gen. Morfa [Commanding Officer of the Army], a towering figure of a man who stepped out of his limousine and quickly attracted many eyes of those who were in and around the king’s palace. He was always noticed wherever he went because of his structure. Many people described him by his structure rather than by his name. For years, together with some few officers present this morning, he had served the kingdom well. He’s well respected because he’s very hardworking and is very intelligent. His contribution had helped greatly in moving the kingdom forward.

Since stepping into that big shoe some five years ago, he had become an indispensable ingredient in the affairs of the kingdom. Many were of the belief now that without him, nothing will work well. Admiral Satkokam [Chairman of Joint Chiefs of Staff], a brilliant officer who always had an air of respect around him. He’s also a very responsible officer. The kingdom was very delighted to have him as one of those who discussed and steered the affairs of the kingdom on a daily basis. He’s a perfect gentleman with many ideas and much experience in governance. Lieutenant Commander Bamkum [Commander of the First Division], General Nimketan [Chief Adviser on Special Matters], Colonel Shalswam [Chief Dream Interpreter], Lieutenant Ramna [Commander of the Second Division], Commander Kumbyenkat [Director of National Security Agency] and Lieutenant Gakabuya [Commander of the Third Division]. Kumbyenkat was the only high ranking woman officer invited this morning to the meeting. There are other high ranking women officers, but none of them was invited. Other officers invited and present at the palace included: Gen. Yatanbonk [Chief of Defence Staff], Rear-Admiral Mandang [War Commanding Officer], Lt. Gen. Kumbong [Commander Special War Command], Admiral Tanmakcit [Head of Central Intelligence Unit], Lt. Gen. Nimdakdak [Head of National Defence Intelligence unit], Lt. Commander Chirkumkat [Coordinator and Commander of the Three Divisions], Vice Marshal Ize’iwamtanya [Head and Director of Communications] and Gen. Nimtantan [National Security Advisor] and Gen. Mamdam [Head of Strategy and Policy Implementation]. It was a very rare opportunity to see these top ranking officers coming together like this. They are senior figures that their presence at the palace signifies an underlying cause. The reason for them been here this morning is for an important talk by the king. If these intelligent and powerful officers were meeting at a different place other than the king’s palace, it might have given many people the appearance of an impending plan for a military coup. Now right here in the king’s palace, the officers knew the king had something very important for them. It was now ten minutes past ten. The sun is now so full in the sky, shining brightly, but not scorching yet. The horizon was clear. The white clouds and few black clouds weren’t pregnant with rain. A few fogs were still foaming around on top of the high mountains, but there was clear indication that they won’t last in the next one hour or so as the sun kept on releasing its hungry rays on them. Some of them instead of standing there and been tormented by the sun had decided to move away, but very slowly. They are moving away, probably to where they had come from. They don’t want to be intimidated by the senseless sunlight that at times doesn’t have respect for anything on this earth. Some of them just disintegrate along the way. A group of them were gliding slowly on mountaintops. The bright sunshine had dried the leaves and grasses. But some leaves still held onto their dews as they glistened in the early morning rays. There was shimmering iridescence across the kingdom. The officers’ medals and ranks which hanged down like the fruits of a productive tree glistened in the sun. Other workers stood and watched the gorgeously uniformed officers striding confidently to go and meet the king. Walking smartly with various airs of authority around them, the officers made their way into the king’s palace. These smartly dressed officers carried a kind of respect and authority around them, one of the workers said quietly in his heart as he enviously looked at them passing near him. The big ones in our kingdom, here they come he murmured with a smile. Each time an officer passed by him, he bowed his head as if he was a junior officer showing his unreserved respect. His face was painted with happiness as though he was watching an entertainment event that morning. And his happiness suddenly swelled up when the National Security Advisor, Gen. Nimtantan noticed him and reciprocated his smiles and bowed with a broad smile mingled with smattering of laughter and a wave of his hand at him. Laughter and excitement left his heart, like blood and circulated all round his body. He felt one kind deep inside of him. His action boasted the confidence of the officers as one could see from the way they walked. When all have passed him, he folded his respectable bow and returned it deep inside him and turned his head towards their directions as they headed into the king’s palace.

CHAPTER FIVE

T he workers threw their combined eyes on the officers. Each one of them was left with a whirlpool of happiness and excitement in the heart. One could see tiny luminous smiles and laughter contaminated with happiness glistening and dripping down slowly on their faces. These gorgeously dressed officers are as comely as you, my dear, a grinning young man said with laughter in his throat as he walked happily towards the other man. He turned his gaze at the man as their laughter clashed meanwhile happiness erupted from their hearts and flooded their smiling faces. The expressions on their faces said it all. The chief messenger stood closed at the palace’s door as he watched the officers entering the palace one by one. The messenger thought it was the luck of birth that had made these officers to be now top men in the kingdom. He thought that if he were born with a silver spoon in his mouth like them, he could be among them today. But despite the unthinkable wish, his spirit was ineffably strong as he looked at them with much admiration. We were born to be different people in life. He thought reasonably. The officers saluted each other with smiles and laughter on their faces. Salutes and respects oozed out freely as the officers honoured each other gladly. The officers clearly showed their respect for the authority as they took their seats one by one as they entered the palace. The room was filled with ‘the good morning sir’, smiles and laughter. Some of them shook hands as though they haven’t met each other for years. The officers were very delighted to meet each other though there were visible signs of worries on their faces. They were looking at each other with surprising looks on their faces. They would look at themselves and then looked at the king, but they couldn’t get any telltale mark anywhere. The atmosphere appeared gloomier. If it was a corruptly democrazy system of government that was in operation at Abam’anjil kingdom, it would be assumed that there was a military coup this early morning that prompted the unplanned meeting of these high ranking officers. The king sat quietly, his chin in his palms thinking of what he was going to tell them. The king is king who carries the title of the Commander-in-Chief, not Commander-in-Thief, like the presidents in a democrazy system of most corrupted government, but these powerful officers who were with the king now were the toughest muscles of the Abam’anjil kingdom. They had much to do in keeping the kingdom safe. They are entrusted with the lives of the people in the kingdom. The king had the authority but the officers directly controlled the day to day activities of the kingdom. These officers are men of highest integrity and trust, men who had awesome authority, men who are not intimidated and who knew what they are doing and are men whom the king accorded due deference as they were highly respected as well by the people in the entire kingdom. On this early chilled morning of Thursday, the officers sat before the king waiting to hear what he will tell them. The king sat in his cherished chair with his chin in his palms with some thoughts and questions. Worries contaminated his blood. When they were all seated, the king raised his head slowly and looked at them briefly. He cleared his throat and greeted them with some smiles and laughter on his face. He adjusted himself comfortably in his chair, straightened his shoulders and put his staff well by his side. He cleared his throat again and began after addressing quite a lot of them by their names, starting with the woman officer, Kumbyenkat, calling her an indomitable and infallible iron lady. The king caused a bit of prolonged laughter. The officers exchanged glances with much, much laughter and happiness in their eyes. When the laughter had died down, the king said he was very delighted to see them in his palace and he told them why he sent for them. He told the chief adviser and his powerful men that Thursday morning his disturbed dream. The visibly very curious chief messenger was eavesdropping at the door. He was very eager to know what had really gone wrong with the king that he sent for his powerful men this early morning. For the handsomely fifteen years he had been with the king, he hadn’t seen him so depressed and disturbed at heart like this. The messenger knew in his heart that definitely something must have gone wrong, but what is it? How grievous is it that warrants early morning assembly of top men of the kingdom? Is it the death of one of his wives or one of his concubines or is it a horrendously bad news that enemies are threatening badly and are going to attack the kingdom very, very soon or is it that some of his subjects want to be rebellious against his rule or is it ill health that is his problem? The chief messenger thought