Chapter Three.

Part One.

Today was the day of the festival. She knew it. She heard the day calling her name before it aroused her from sleep. She heard the day telling her to wake up and challenge her. The day was a masquerade of traditions holding a long gun, asking her to come and fight when she was already held down with its traditions and customs. But she must fight that day, which was today. The day of the Ife festival.

The queen went straight into the king's room in the morning to ask him some questions but she did not know that the king was in a more unfortunate position than her daughter and herself.

He was long awake before the day. He was senior to the day. He saw the other day leave in it's old age and welcomed the new baby. The next day.

The older day tried to comfort him with the quietness usually associated with the dead while he was thinking on his bed. His life, his throne, his daughter? Was this how his kingship would be?...