To lift her flagging spirits, Nala asked her to sit with her during the mantlement ceremony. It was a place reserved for a sister or, had things gone well, an announced mate. Nala knew what Simba would never know--she had turned down the gift of another's blood. Nala respected her, and even considered pleading for an exemption so she could be wed on what should have been her son's perfect day. But as Simba reminded her, it was not just a custom, but a religious custom designed to protect the young and inexperienced.
   The morning of the ceremony, space close to the rock was at a premium. The elephants and zebras came in close, followed shortly by the buffaloes and gazelles. The giraffes said they didn't mind being in the back because they were tall, but it was clearly noted that they fought their way forward over the course of a quarter hour until they were almost to the elephants.
   Zazu stood on the tip of Pride Rock and looked over the huge assemblage. The speech he'd planned to make once for Mufasa came to mind the way Ahadi and Makedde had taught him and Rafiki had rehearsed him. He spread his wings, and the crowd came to a startlingly quick hush. Such was the power of the King and his representatives.
   "I speak the words of Aiheu the Beautiful who breathed into our nostrils the breath of life: Come, let my children grow in grace and stature, and let my gift of life endure from generation to generation as long as the sun shall rise and set. And I place a sign among you that my favor endures forever."
   Zazu, deeply moved, added, "Listen well, all of you. The sign has appeared once more on Prince Tanabi, the true son of the King. The gods have remembered us through him."
   Tanabi came forward. At the sight of his new mane, short as it was, the crowd bowed deeply in silence. The sight of so many standing so quietly was unnerving. For a moment, he forgot about his troubles and straightened with pride.
   Simba stood beside him to give the blessing. "Great are you Aiheu, father of all races. Anoint Tanabi, your chosen servant with the blood of mercy and rain of love. Fill him with the wind of freedom. Stand his feet on the soil of faith. Shine upon him with the light of knowledge. And through him, bless all flesh that holds you dear."
   Quietly, Misha whispered, "And let him know how much I love him."
   Nala touched her cheek with her tongue. "He knows, Honey Tree. He knows."
   The ceremony, and Tanabi's speech, was not rushed. There was no need. And for those who would read the Chronicles of the Pride, the particulars are worth the effort. But Misha did not pay much attention. She was depressed, and after all the grand speeches and blessings were over, she slunk away silently to mope. Tanabi started to follow her, but was advised to give her some time alone.
   That night, when the crowds were gone and quiet reigned once more, Tanabi looked out across the Pride Lands. "It is peaceful. Just for tonight there is no fear in any heart." He looked at Simba with a half smile. A zebra colt walked right up to me. He asked me what I was. Can you believe he didn't know what a lion was?"
   "He came to you in his innocence. Remember that moment, " Simba said. "They have thoughts and feelings too. You must remember that zebra and never hunt for sport or kill cruelly. Son, I might have been born a Zebra, or an antelope. I would have loved my child no less than I love you here and now."
   "So after all is said and done, it's all a matter of luck, isn't it?"
   "That, yes. But we may go beyond luck through faith and courage, and rise to the challenge. Misha's love is courageous, and in time it will overcome all challenges. All she needs is to build her faith. You must help her believe in herself. You must believe in her."
   "I wasn't talking about her, " Tanabi objected, but then he sighed deeply. "Who am I trying to fool."

SCENE: THE THREE OF US

   Early the next morning, Tanabi showed up at Misha's den. "Good morning, Misha. It's a fine time for a walk--just the three of us."
   "It IS lovely this time in the morning, " Zazu said in a very upbeat voice. "Misha, you know what Rafiki said about your shoulder. Let's start out with a nice short walk--loosen up the old muscles and put the spring back in your step."
   "Anything to get back in the hunt, " Misha said tiredly. She stretched, wincing briefly as her shoulder pain flared up.
   They walked away from Pride Rock, down the path to the watering hole. Though the ban was lifted, most animals kept only a convenient distance between themselves and a pair of talkative lions on an early morning stroll. Tanabi looked at a herd of skittish zebras, wondering if one of them was the colt he met the day before. "It's a shame we can't have a truce more often."
   "Like today, perhaps?"
   "Heavens, no! " He whispered to her, "Every day without you is an eternity."
   "I think about you all the time, " Misha whispered back.
   "I will wait for you, Misha. As long as it takes, I swear it."
   "Don't make promises you might not be able to keep. I may not be any good at hunting, and you will come to forget me."
   "You only have to be good once. I will never forget you. Your love is in the bones of me."
   "Would you really wait for me, Tanabi?"
   "I've always waited for you, haven't I?"
   "I hear you love birds whispering down there, " Zazu said. "I hope it's not some sort of plan."
   "Matter of fact it is a sort of plan, " Simba said. "A plan to get her well again."
   Zazu fluttered down and lit on Tanabi's backbone. The smooth lion tread swayed Zazu ever so gently as he perched there. "Your Highness, I do sympathize. We hornbills have some rather ridiculous mating rituals too."
   "Are you saying our laws are ridiculous?"
   "Oh no, Your Highness. Just that while I'm not a good judge of lion beauty, I know a natural pair when I see one. When a hornbill and his mate are that struck on each other, all it takes are a few flutters and squawks--no more than a dozen or so--to cinch the deal."
   "Flutters and squawks?"
   "You know...." Zazu flapped his wings quickly, shook his tail feathers and went, "Squ-WAWK! Squ-WAWK! "
   Misha laughed. "So that's what woke me up this morning! "
   "Heavens, no! " Zazu folded his wings indignantly. "Madam, I am more discrete with my private life than the neighborhood riffraff. Where I come from...."
   Misha's ears snapped to attention. She froze in her tracks.
   "What's up?" Zazu asked.
   "Hssssh! "
   There was a rumbling. The ground tremored expectantly. Seconds later, a group of antelope came bursting from the thicket and charging blindly toward them. Zazu had to fly hard and fast get out of the way. From the air, he could just see the lionesses that started the stampede. "This sort of thing doesn't go on in the morning. What are they trying to do?"
   Misha and Tanabi ran to intercept one of the antelopes. She was so close to one that she could almost touch it, but her shoulder was hurt, and she was in pain. She was beginning to lose ground, and afraid of another injury. "Help me, gods! I need a miracle! "
   Just then, claws and feathers came at the face of the antelope. Panicked, it tried to stop and go back the other way. Again, the hornbill flew right in its face. "Out of my way, fool! "
   Misha's strong jaws closed around its throat. It was soon over.
   Shortly after, the other lionesses arrived. "Well well, look who got her first kill! " Uzuri took some of the blood from the body on her paw and touched her own cheek, then Misha's. "Warn them a lioness is on the prowl! "
   The lionesses roared, sending a flock of flamingos scattering in pink disarray. Elephants trumpeted in surprise and headed back toward the cover of the trees.
   Zazu was walking unsteadily on the ground. "Oh gods, I think I'm going to be sick." There was a sound of hide being stripped from the abdomen. Zazu glanced for an instant at the open hole and turned quickly away. "Yes, I'm sick! "
   "Zazu! " Tanabi ran over. "Zazu, you old son of a gun! Good work! "
   "Good? You call that good?" He nearly wretched. "Never tell anyone I helped in this disgusting spectacle. I'll never admit to it. I always keep myself as far away from blood as possible! "
   "He's trying to thank you, " Misha said. "It was very noble of you, Zazu. In a way, it makes you a sort of...well..."
   "Please don't say honorary lioness, " Zazu replied, staring at her bloody cheek. "I don't look good in red."
   "No, I meant hero."
   "Hero? Me?" Zazu bowed with a flourish. "Pardon my manners--you're both quite welcome. It was the least I could do under the circumstances. All in a day's work, you know. And since you won't be needing a chaperone, I'll leave you alone. Be good, now."
   Zazu flew away, but Tanabi and Misha were not alone by any means. The other lionesses stood about smiling, the sort of smile that made Tanabi feel shaved of all his fur. "Ladies, don't you have somewhere to go? Huh?? Well find someplace. Scat! Shoo! "
   "Oooh, they want to be alone! " one of the lionesses said, coyly. It started a chorus of giggles.
   "Talk about ingratitude, " one of them chimed. "I don't have to hang around here and take this abuse. I'm leaving."
   Misha watched them go slowly into the tall grass. "Tanabi, they helped us. Do you really think that was the right thing to do?"
   "Yes, Honey Tree. And I'd do it again."
   She nuzzled him. "Just checking."

SCENE: BEFORE THE ASSEMBLED HOST

   “And when the mane comes forth the gods expect certain things of a lion. He shall be tested by the wilderness, and if he is found worthy, he shall become a King.”
-- WISDOMS OF JABANI

   Isha’s son Habusu was more than a best friend of Tanabi. He was in every way a brother. Because of this, and the strong feelings engendered by the kidnapping, there were many reasons why Simba did not want to lose Habusu.
   Still he had the obligation to do something concerning Habusu since his mane was fully grown and he was well past his second birthday.
   Each moon, Simba would make a sacrifice to Aiheu and pray that the gods would permit him a little more time. Just why he did this, and how long he expected to keep it up he would not say.
   Finally, when Zazu came flying in excitedly with news from outside the kingdom, Simba called the whole Pride together from the oldest to the youngest. “It’s happening! ”
   “What’s happening??” Sarafina asked
   “You’ll see! ”
   Isha came out to see what the commotion was about. Simba nuzzled her warmly. “Isha, I want you, Mabatu and Miss Priss to come with me. We’re having a Pride Moot at the eastern meadow. And your family will sit by me.”
   “I’m honored.” She looked at him worriedly. “Is today the day I lose him? I’m supposed to get two days notice.”
   “You will never lose him. I swear.”
   “But the gods?”
   “The gods will rejoice.”
   “It’s him, isn’t it. He’s come back for me?”
   Simba smiled broadly. “I’ll give you two guesses.”
   Isha’s face beamed with joy. She nuzzled Simba and annointed his mane with her tears. “Bless you. Bless you! ”
   “Now now, ” Simba cautioned, rubbing her gently with his paw. “You don’t want to smell like another lion when your husband comes.”
   When the Pride had gathered on the eastern meadow, there was a lot of speculation what would happen. Most of them had heard rumors that Simba planned a special mantlement ceremony for Habusu that was only rarely performed. The others thought Rafiki had found a reason for Habusu to stay, and perhaps be the Prince Consort. They were expecting adoption proceedings. But whatever they thought, they waited silently and all eyes were on Habusu.
   Several minutes passed. Simba waited patiently, erect, and as long as he sat there, no one would stir. A few cubs played in the grass, but as long as they kept it quiet no one seemed to mind. But the adults and older youth sat stock still, waiting for Simba to give the word to begin.
   An hour passed. Many of the lions were very restless. Would Simba ever say, “Begin”?
   Then Zazu broke the monotony. “Here he is! ”
   A large, shapely lion with a rich, dark mane came out of the shadows. “Isn’t he handsome! ” one of the lionesses whispered.
   The stranger looked at Kako and said quietly, “Mother.”
   Kako left the ranks and covered the space that separated them, putting her arm over his shoulder and nuzzling him. “My son, my son! ”
   So this was the heir to Taka’s kingdom, the son that had returned. Many of the lionesses stared at what the adolescent had become. The miracle of his maturity was all the greater because it was not seen unfolding day by day.
   Kissing his mother, Mabatu gently led her aside, then went to Simba. Falling down before him, he said, “I touch your mane.”
   “I feel it.”
   “And what brings you to my kingdom?”
   “I come to claim what is mine—if she still wants me.”
   “Yes, yes, YES!! ” Isha sprang forward and raising on her hind legs wrapped her arms around his neck, pawing him and nuzzling him. “I’m yours forever! ”
   At this, all semblance of order was lost. “Big boy, you’re in for some loving tonight! ” Sarafina cried.
   “I’m the real Isha! ” Ajenti shouted. “She’s an imposter! Take me, take me! ”
   “Way to go, Isha! If you get tired, send him my way! ”
   “Enough of this, ” Simba said, calling for order. “Can’t you see they have unfinished business?”
   “Can we watch?” Sarafina said.
   “Shame on you, Fini.” Simba had to chuckle at that remark.
   In the calm that followed, Mabatu beheld his son for the first time. “So this is Habusu. He is my son, and the one true heir.” He nuzzled Habu and added, “It is a small kingdom. I share it with an old lion who lost a challenge. We are a matched pair, a sunrise and a sunset. But he is a dear friend, and you will grow to love him.”
   Lisani came up and nuzzled her mother.
   “And who is this?”
   “Lisani, but we call her Miss Priss. Beesa’s daughter. My sister died some time ago.” Isha looked at her compassionately. “What do you want to do, Miss Priss?”
   “I want to go wherever you go. But the nickname stays here, OK?”
   Mabatu smiled. “Fair enough, Lisani. I guess that makes five of us.”
   “You’re taking two of my best lionesses, and a second son, ” Simba said. “You better leave before I change my mind.”
   “Three of your best lionesses, ” Kako said with little modesty but great effect. “Someone has to make sure my son is eating right. And my daughter.”
   And so it was that the visitor from the east went back the way she came, taking her mystery with her. But this time she was surrounded by the love of her own family.

IN CLOSING

   “The anger of Duma was kindled, and he swore a mighty oath that Obade should die. And he said, ‘Milk and mud are easily mixed, but once together, who shall separate them? Thus is the oath mixed with my blood, and only spilling my blood can release me.’ But Aiheu rebuked him saying ‘I am the Lord who made the soil and made the mother’s milk. And to those I anoint comes the power to separate mud from milk, that they may also separate foolishness from righteousness. What mother would vow to give her cub mud instead of milk? How then shall you vow to slay your brother when it is evil?’”
-- LEONID SAGA, “J” SECTION, VARIATION 2

   Sarabi was stirred from sleep by a gentle but firm paw. She opened her eyes, but seeing the darkness of her cave grunted and closed them again.
   “Sarabi, ” a lion called gently. She started. “Sarabi, over here.”
   She looked around, and standing before her was her heart’s desire. “Mufasa! ”
   Mufasa went to her, nuzzled her and kissed away her tears. “My love.”
   “Don’t leave me, Muffy! Stay here, my love. Stay.”
   “I can’t stay long.”
   Sarabi’s eyes began to well up with tears. “How long then? A day? An hour?” She spoke in a whisper—“Another minute?”
   “Long enough to take you with me.”
   She touched him with her tongue. He felt warm and alive, not like a ghostly spirit. “Will it hurt?”
   “Turn around, Sarabi. Tell me what you see.”
   She looked over her shoulder and there on the ground was a sleeping lioness. Only she was not asleep.
   “We are already together, Sassie.”
   For many moments, all they could do was share their joy, playing like cubs, nuzzling and planting warm lion kisses. Then Mufasa called in a lioness, one whose face was strange and yet familiar. “Shanni, this is your mother.”
   “Shanni?” Sarabi looked at her closely. “Such a lioness, now? And so beautiful.”
   “Like her mother, ” Mufasa said with a smile. And yet in the ocean depth of their joy, one small thing appeared to trouble Mufasa—something evident now that Ka could face another Ka and thought became reality.
   “What’s wrong? You are worried, my husband?”
   “Another old friend waits for you. Someone who’s afraid to say hello.”
   Sheepishly, into the entrance of the cave strode a lion of lesser build but great beauty. The depth of his love and humility gave back to his face the lost innocence of his cubhood and washed away the hardness of his former life. “Muffy, have you told her about me?”
   Sarabi stared at Taka. “It’s you.”
   Taka’s ears drooped and his tail hung limply. “What was I thinking coming here.” He started back out of the cave.
   “Wait.”
   Sarabi went to Taka and looked into his eyes. “Look at me.”
   Taka looked away and shuddered. “Do not pity me. Even in death I cannot bear it.”
   Sarabi took her paw and turned Taka to face her. “Look at me.”
   He opened his eyes and looked into hers. “I see the same old Taka that used to pull my tail when I wasn’t looking.” She smiled. “You have found peace. I often prayed that you would.” She nuzzled him and kissed his sad face.
   Taka felt warm tears run down his cheeks. “Look Muffy, when she cries she is so beautiful. Isn’t she beautiful, Muffy?”
   Mufasa smiled. “Sarabi, you are beautiful. Come on, my friends. Let’s show her around.”
 
Aiheu is wonderful, He knows the pain you bear,
And He will grant a share of comfort in the night;
The ones you hold most dear, His hand will hold most near,
Until you see them clear in His eternal light.
 
    THE END: THE CHRONICLES OF THE PRIDE LANDS

APPENDIXES:

APPENDIX I: THE LEONINE STORY OF BEGINNINGS
A Modern English Translation

   From the start there was Aiheu the Beautiful, the first of the living and the cause of all life. Aiheu had many spirit children, and he shared his love and knowledge with them. It was a happy time, but still unfulfilling for the lives of spirit children were of thought alone. And Aiheu sensed that his children were longing for something more.
   So Aiheu went to the world of Ma’at (soil) which at that time was completely dark and sterile. He put two lights in the heavens, the sun and moon. And the brightness of the sun caused the water to form clouds, and wherever the clouds rained on the dry earth, green plants grew. And so in time the world of Ma’at was changed from ugliness into beauty.
   And Aiheu summoned his spirit children to show them his work. The beauty of the land was the first thing they had ever seen, and they were very pleased. For a time, they explored the world, some preferring the skies, others the ground, others the trees, and others the waters. And yet they were still unfulfilled, for the sun did not warm them, the breeze did not cool them nor the waters wash them, and they could not feel the grass beneath their feet. And they asked Aiheu, “What does this land have to do with us? We are strangers here.” So Aiheu moistened some soil with water, and with his hands shaped the first bodies. Some were fish, others birds, and others the animals that walked on land and climbed trees, each according to the domains they were created for. When he breathed into the bodies, they took on life and became dwelling places for spirit children. Because they were finally part of the world, they could feel the warm sun, the cool breeze, the waters and the grass. They had these and many other pleasures, but they were given a warning. The price of pleasure is often pain. And it was not long until they had all felt pain, yet they assured Aiheu that pleasure was worth the price. This was the first agreement, that pleasure is worth pain.
   Those bodies were not permanent. Earth, water and air may only rest apart. When they are mixed, they become restless and strive to separate. That is why death and decay are part of the world, for the elements will eventually prevail. Aiheu knew this, so he took steps to prevent the world from becoming sterile. He went to the Lake of Mara and changed its waters into the first milk. And all animals were brought together to drink from it.
   Milk fertilizes animals the way rain fertilizes plants, for it makes soil, water and air content to mix for a time. And all those who drank milk obtained the gift to produce milk in their bodies. The milk of the male could awaken new life in his mate, and the milk of the female could sustain it after birth. For no living thing except Aiheu can create life from the ground by breathing into it. This was the second agreement, that life should always continue.
   Now the earth was very large, but it was not without limits. So Aiheu offered his children two paths. Either they could choose who may carry on the line, or they could all be treated equally and Aiheu would find another way to control them. And they all said, “Treat us equally, ” for no one wanted to be the one to live alone. So Aiheu chose some animals to be hunters and others to be hunted that they may keep the earth in balance. Thus arose all the peoples and their ways that carry on to this day. This was the third agreement, that a full life involves struggle.
   And when Aiheu had set this into motion, he showed them that it was not random, but part of his plan from the beginning. The cycles of birth, growth, death, and decay were like four legs—they had to work together to travel anywhere. Yet from his steadfast love, he would have his children accept the three agreements of their own free will.
   Some beings did not choose to accept these agreements. These spirit children were the first Nisei, which are the good spirits which oversee the balances of creation. They are often called the minor gods, though they are truly brothers to the animals. The major gods arose from the lake of milk, and they were all kindly like Aiheu, until Koko the gorilla threw mud into the lake and spoiled the milk. Thus rose the polluted Makei, the evil spirits. But Koko confessed what he did to Aiheu, and he was pardoned. Aiheu gave him authority over the mud to purge the lake, and he became the keeper of the lake until it was finally drained at the end of the first era. Because he drank from the milk each day, he only began to age when the lake was no more, and his days were two hundred and seventy years.
   I would not have you ignorant concerning death, for Aiheu has provided for his children. When an animal dies whose life is acceptable to God, it becomes one of the second Nisei. They oversee the welfare of those they left behind. The greatest of the second Nisei are the Great Kings of the Past and those whom Aiheu has blessed for good service. Koko became one of the second Nisei. And then there are animals whose deeds are constantly evil, and they join the Makei. These are doomed to walk the earth without bodies until they find the image of Aiheu within themselves and seek redemption through service. They are called the Makei for their suffering makes Aiheu weep.
   The first children of Aiheu were close to their God and to each other, for their spirits had roamed free. But their children who were born to bodies of soil were not able to hear the words of the Lord. To keep the peoples from losing touch with him entirely, Aiheu anointed some children with holy chrisum that from birth they hear him when he speaks. And these he called shamans. They were strictly charged to bring the word of God to his peoples with honesty and unselfishness. A lying shaman is worse than the Makei, and Aiheu will not weep for them nor will he repent of his anger.
   As long as this story is passed from old to young, never added to or subtracted from, the blessings of Aiheu will be upon those who hear it.

APPENDIX II: THE STORY OF N’GA AND SUFA

   When Ramalah was ruler of a great kingdom, his wife Chakula conceived twin sons. They were the brothers N’ga and Sufa of whom many stories are told. So bold were N’ga and Sufa that even within their mother’s body they would struggle, and she would eat herbs to dull the discomfort.
   When time came for her to give birth, she called them N’ga and Sufa after the sun and moon, for they would chase each other as the sun chases the moon. Though they often fought each other, their hearts were good and they walked with Aiheu. Queen Chakula consulted the shamans about them, and was very happy and sad at once. For they all agreed N’ga and Sufa would live happy yet short lives. From that moment she was afraid to leave them with anyone but her sister Alba for she worried about them constantly.
   Once when the Queen was aprowl, Alba took the cubs to her cave to sleep. And that night the earth shook, and the entrance of the cave was sealed. When Chakula returned, she found the rubble and tried to dig them out. But all her efforts and all her mother’s love was not enough to clear the entrance. So the other lionesses took turns digging, and the work went on as the moon rose and the sun rose. One, two, three days, then four days passed and still the cubs were beyond reach. All hope had gone, and Chakula was left alone to dig, but she was faithful and kept working into the fifth day that she might see their bodies one last time. She was sure this was the fulfillment of the prophesy.
   On the fifth day, she opened a passage to the inside of the cave. And N’ga and Sufa emerged weak and unhurt. Chakula wept with joy, and gave thanks to Aiheu. But when she looked inside, her sister Alba lay dead. Alba, who was not in her milk, had opened the deep veins of her arm and nursed the cubs with her own blood so they might survive.
   Alba’s body was dragged to the fields, but along the way where each drop of blood fell there grew a beautiful red flower which to this day is called Alba in her memory. There is a medicine made from this plant called “the blood of mercy, ” and it has great power to heal and instill gentleness.
   N’ga and Sufa grew in power and size until one day they were ready to take a mate. It was at this time a white lioness named Minshasa came into their kingdom, and N’ga and Sufa were both smitten with her great beauty and the powers she possessed. Because they were both strong and determined, they fought for five days and nights without sleep or food. On the fifth day, they both collapsed in a deep sleep, and while they were unaware, Minshasa left to find Mano whom she eventually married and fathered a great people. And when N’ga and Sufa awoke, they felt sore and foolish and swore to end their days of fighting forever.

APPENDIX III: THE HYENA CREATION STORY

   Roh'kash (Great Mother) was the first of the living. In her was the essence of life, and through her, life entered the world. First she gave birth to the sun. The sun was the child of her strength, and she was very bright and brave. It used up most of her virility to do this, but she tried again, and gave birth to the moon. The moon was the same size, but very pale and shy. Thus she used up all of her powers of fertility. She was tired and came to earth, which was desolate. There she slept on a rock in the moonlight. This resulted, quite unexpected to her, in the first union, which was with the Roh’khim (Great Father). Because this union was between the spiritual and the physical, she conceived and brought forth offspring which had both spiritual and physical components. These children of Roh'kash were the ancestors of the different tribes that still walk the earth today.

NOTES:

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