Here is that which the king seeks," and I showed them the dead child.

"Take it to him if you will." "That is not the king's command, Mopo," they answered.

"His word is that you should stand before him at once." Now my heart turned to water in my breast.

Kings have many ears.

Could he have heard?
And how dared I go before the Lion bearing his living child hidden on my back?
Yet to waver was to be lost, to show fear was to be lost, to disobey was to be lost.
"Good! I come," I answered.