Adindu tries to jump the last clump of shrubs but stumbles and finds himself at the foot of an oak tree. Pushing himself back, he leaned on the bark of the tree, hyperventilating.
His pursuers, breathing heavily and bearing machetes, appear, but, somehow, they don’t see him.
Adindu, bewildered, watches them search in vain and leave. He’s the only escapee among the captured maroons.
The late king will be buried tonight, and seven heads of the maroons will be buried with him.
The oak tree harbours a formidable force of the maroons’ ancestors who are out to protect their progeny.