The morning sun rose behind mild clouds, its light filtered and soft as it touched the palace courtyards. Drums beat in slow, steady rhythms, summoning the council back to the Great Hall. Servants moved briskly, laying fresh mats, refilling clay pots with drinking water, and sweeping away last night's ash.
By the time Juma and Achieng' entered, the Kabaka and the elders were already waiting. The air carried the smell of roasted coffee beans and burning herbs, sharp, focused scents that marked a day of decisions.
The Kabaka's voice carried across the hall.
"We continue from where we ended."
A single drumbeat echoed.
Juma stood and bowed.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
He clasped his hands behind his back.
