Tales of the Pokot Warrior Escapades [Part 4]
“Your humble servant my lord.” The herbalist replied.
“Don’t you know better than to roam around my throne?” The deep voice continued.
“Pardon me for my ignorance but it is your humble servant Long’ena that requests for your assistance.” The herbalist murmured.
“I will hear the warrior’s plea but my benevolence price would be paid in battle between your Alpha warrior and my son Ilat. If your Alpha warrior wins, I will send rain to your lands so that you may have years of merry and plunder but if he loses, I will send drought and famine. The battle will take place at source of river Kotoruk on mount Kadam once Long’ena recovers. Now leave my presence before my patience fades.”
The herbalist hurried down the mountain. He pondered in his heart if he had done the right thing to seek the assistance of the gods in healing Long’ena. The fate of the community and the wrath or mercy of the gods was now in one man’s hands.
Long’ena quickly recovered from his injuries and in no time, he was up and about. The village elders had decided not to disclose to him what the god of thunder had in store for him before he had regained his strength.
When fully recovered, Long’ena was called before the village elders and all was revealed to him. The village elders waited in silence as Long’ena deliberated what awaited him at the source of river Kotoruk. After a minute of thought, Long’ena accepted the challenge of the god of thunder.
To have a fighting chance against Ilat, Long’ena had to be physically fit and yield the best weapon that could be forged in the entire village. The village blacksmith was instructed by the elders to forge the most formidable weapon – kariluk with the metal ore extracted from the meteorite that had fallen close to the village ages ago.
After a month of training, Long’ena was ready for the fateful battle. He was presented in front of the village one last time were everybody chanted their blessings upon him. Yielding his kariluk, Long’ena started his long journey to the source of river Kotoruk. Many able warriors and villages accompanied him with drums, flutes and horns to go and witness the glorious battle that would either make or break the Chesegon village.
On the third day of the pengat season, when the sun was setting and dusk was upon the face of the earth, Long’ena and his comrades arrived at the source of river Kotoruk on mount Kadam. The oracle was consulted to see if the other gods favored Long’ena but the answer was ambiguous. No god wanted to be on the wrong side of the god of thunder and lightning.
Long’ena had little sleep that night; he was up early to watch the sun rise on this fateful day. Before the sun was completely over the horizon, the battle drums for the fight to begin sounded. He grasped his kariluk, looked one last time at the sun glittering in the blue sky and slowly walked to the battle arena.