A man sat with his head covered with a cloak of handwoven cotton. Beside him was another man who sat by an extensive throne of wrought iron and whose ripped physique was the causal factor why he didn’t wear a cloak even if the climate of the red lands seemed to be harsh. Down the throne sat two more men of high Caliber. From how they spoke and from how they carried themselves, royalty was never far fetched when people saw them. They had red silk regalia covering their waste and for and for the cold, They simply wore cloak of hide which still had furs of the lynx on it.
” The prodigal son of the chosen one has returned. Montelban had evaded us and choose wealth instead. He left his calling as the king and chased money. His curse became wealth. The gods gave him all he could ever have but with each coin on his next million, they only made him poorer and porer. How much did he make?” Asked The ripped king with a Deep voice that was befitting of his size and prowess.
” He made money. Billions of it.” Said the man in the red knitted cloak.
” And what did he take when death came for him.” The ripped king asked.
” Nothing. Not a dime.” The cloaked being said again.
” How did he die?”
” Hmmm”
” How did he Die Maximin?” He inquired.
” Kahn. That’s a story for another day. I heard you are now the new chief congratulations cousin. Perfect timing indeed.” Said Maximin and took off his cloak till his full face was visible and the upper portion of his gash was to.
” Yes I am king now. I was tired of being warlord for that bastard who did nothing but drink all day while he made us weak before our enemies. His style of leadership was generating fear and malaise in the people. They prayed his downfall. They made me king. Have you come to contest my position, I doubt if your visit is a coincidental.
” Wealth is our curse. We kill to make and die to protect it. I have no eyes on your throne. My father’s blood run deep in me, however I need your help. “Said Maximin.
” I see. Well if you don’t want the throne. Why have you returned?” Khan asked again, feeling threatened by the presence of one of the rightful heirs to the throne.
” I may not have an eye for the throne, but my brother Maximus can’t get the notion of royalty off his mind. He loves to lead people and he does it at all costs. Part of his plan is returning to the red foot land and he does not hope to return alone. He will along with him the builders of modern cities and he shall build a city where he shall rule supreme. I stand against hampering the millennial legacy of our people. My father was against it and that’s another factor why he locked up the fortunes in my custody. I will only let him have it when I’m convinced that he is responsible and has done away with levelling these hamlet’s just to build a city of choice.” Said Maximin and hawked his gaze around the radiuses. ” With all the underdevelopment going on here it may good for the people but would it be good for you Khan?”
” We could have chased money and left for the city if that was what we wanted and we could built a thousand skyscrapers if that was what we wanted. We are the custodians of culture. We enable the immortality of our forefathers. It’s never about money. It’s about an essence so great that you Money Mongers can never imagine. No one can take the lands away from us. Not American Government, not the British government, not your father, and not his sons. The wrath of khan awaits those who trespass against him.” Said Khan and tapped his chest with so much ferocity that it sounded like a drum.
” Good for you that I’m your side on this idea and I have began fighting your war even before it comes to you. Now I need a favor in return.”. Maximin said as exhumed majesty in his tone.
” What favor do you need?” Asked Khan and turned is ever dubious gaze at his Cousin.
” I have woman who has caught my interest. When I was injured by those bastards my brother had sent to kill me, she put her life on the line and saved me. She did that a dozen times and as you know, it made her vulnerable for a kill since she saved me against her own people…”
” Her own people. What a charmer you are.” Said Khan with a touch of humor in his tone.
” When I almost lost my life from the poisoning of the gash. She graced the woods and defied all odds to get me a helper from the Cherokee clan. A Charming prince of great Qualities. His charm seemed to have overpowered her as when I was well and about to Leave with her, she made it clear that her place was with the prince. I did all I could to take such a laurel with me but she won’t just bulge. It led to a confrontation between me and the prince and I left. We have come this far by backing down. When we want a pin, we take a pin. It’s the way of the Red people, it’s the way of my father, it’s the way of a billionaire. Ego is life and life is Ego. I want her back and you shall help me. You shall stand by me to enact a stance on how powerful I really am. And after it all, you shall help me get rid of Maximus. And then you can keep your throne In Peace. ” Said Maximin In tone of command rather than plee.
” Hmmm. I what do I stand to get, fighting a war of lust for you.” Khan asked as he suited his chin.
” New lands! You wanted a reason to alter the truce, you now have it. The Cherokee are weak, their leaders do nothing but drink. Your Spears in their spine would be more merciful than their wistful existence.” Said Maximin and Beamed with a smile on his Face. Khan slowly turned to his two chiefs who sat mute in too much egoism. He nodded slowly at them and they nodded back in approval of his decision.
” The people have chosen me for a reason. It’s not because I can wear beautiful regalia and sit on the throne all day. No! It’s because they want more. More land, more women, more gold and more respect. We will stand by you in battle and we shall unite all the lands of wild. I shall be paramount king of the bush lands.” Said Khan and raised his powerful fist into the air while he gnawed his teeth in rage. This was what he always wanted and he couldn’t wait to be the king of the all the bush tribe in America. A task that couldn’t be achieved without bloodshed.