CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE

Laura was her elder sister of Christine. Her ability to solve problems even at her young age raised curiosity in many. She was sought by foreigners to resolve their disputes. This entrusted the old men to even reserve a seat for her among the Njuri. The special abilities gave room to mobilize people and soldiers of the land of Ura. Her tactics were inferred to be inherited from Mugwe. Having resented a high rank, she was able to uphold the regime of Mugwe to succeed. She had victory over the neighbouring lands.

Mark Slater had an intense and dark secret behind proposing to Laura for marriage. To colonize the land and own it. The land was well endowed with resources. Gold that sprouted and lavishly polished the land of Ura. The three rivers promised a handful of development. The ridges underneath were fully endowed with iron. The people themselves would implore labour to give him laurel. This would always appraise the smile on his face upon confining his desires to himself.

His ambition grew day by day. Gave him sleepless nights and restlessness during the day. The palace seemed too small to saunter aimlessly. At points, he went to the pinnacle balcony. The red carpet comforted his feet. His white cloth swayed steadily hampered by the cool breeze of air that propelled across the palace. The opal pillars and magnificent walls reflect the snow. A well-furnished table and three chairs secured a space on the balcony. It's magnificently belittled even the basket of different fruits and bouquets on top of it. The Nobile red wine appealed to Mark Slater each time he sought anything on the table to drink.

He would take a stance as he leaned on the wall and look at his vast growing land. A myriad of buildings piled up across the land. The buildings were well arranged to leave an OutSpace that allowed Mark Slater even to peep on the corridors and the streets of his land of reign. People were on their heels to purport the agendas of Mark Slater's development.

At the far east, through the corner of his eye, large plantations of crops were tendered by gardeners. The plantations were subdivided. The gardeners maintained their pace as they harvested the produce emptying them into a wooden cart. The cart would then be pulled by horses to a large geodes dome building. The building served as a reserve of food in case of a calamity. Other gardeners in other subdivisions induced the seedlings into the well-watered soil.

The water was directed from river Thagana at a higher point where the rocks raised the river bed and served as a simple waterfall structure. In the land of Ura, they called it Kibuuka. This is due, to the sound the water produced upon its fall. They structured several logs entrenched in the middle and supported by several pillars that took a stance to withstand the force and weight. The logs channelled the water into one huge u-shaped channel constructed of limestone and small stones. The channel drenched the water into several farrows on the farm. The process boycotted each other at its pace.

Now Mark Slater's eyes land on an abandoned oil rig structure. This arouses his anger. Several wrinkles are envisaged on his face. An overwhelming sense of loss envisaged his uncontrolled temper. He presses the grass of wine he held onto his left hand tightly enough to almost crack it. But due its ossified composition of glass give an additional strength to withstand the anger. He vehemently gave a long breath as his hand shake violently. His inability to grip the glass, makes it freely enjoy the gravity force in the air down the bottom of the palace. The wine swayed severally and spilt a quarter

A charwoman sedulously embraces the work of wiping the pillars and the floor that glared the backyard. She collects her bucket to extend her range of wiping. Splash! The cleansing water spurts onto her face and drenches her well linen red dress. Wipes her face feeling embarrassed by the presence of her co-workers. Looks up to affirm if another object was on its way down but she’s met with the fierce eyes of Mark Slater. He shoved his dark plaited hair frequently. A behest order. She runs out of rage eyes of Mark Slater.

Mark Slater motionlessly looks back at the stormed, abandoned oil rig. He pulls a chair and sits down. He tried to revive his counteracts with Laura.

'The passing star ' name had loomed and spread like rainy clouds around the area for her victory and her capabilities. At the expense of her abilities, she was able sto create a problem, solve it and unveil the hidden secrets. Her mobilizing soldier capability was outstanding for she had defeated even the reign of Mark Slater. Her place was well endowed with resources but lacked a thorough working strategy to use to develop the land of Ura. She literary depended on the council of Njuri to make a plan and it induced her to mobilize. Their strategy was not promising since the cultural norm of the land hindered her to take responsibility. Thus, the land of Ura steadily had a project on run. Foreign associate trade under the visage of Laura. This entrusted the people of Ura, with no mistreatment. The foreign would give a promise to Njuri to help the land develop by having the construction as an exchange of resources. Laura would plead for the people of Ura to Njuri to not allow them to settle on their land. Their deaf ears now confine them to the exploitation of their resources and the people subjected to run the labour. In exchange they gave nothing.

This made an interest to Mark Slater secure a place in the land of Ura. They looked down upon his objections.

A year later, Mark Slater came up with a plan to raid the land of Ura to save the dying horse.

Mark Slater vividly revives his pictures as he sat among the jury of advisors. The official loyalty was exalted and a strategy was reached. That time, he even takes the plan to Randolph himself. Randolph was the soldiers' executing commander who dealt directly with Mark Slater. The command which descended in that line of order was not abject.

Randolph commutes the soldiers to the battlefield. The tactic of ambushing the land of Ura at dawn brought crevice to the strategy. At dawn, the people of the land of Ura led by Njuri went to perform the ritual at Kirimaara to appease the ancestors. The ritual was upheld daily.

Across the river Thagana, the soldiers match. They spread all over the area without a trace of humankind. The horse palpated their legs in the air in pursuit of behest order. Their scarlet clothes behind their back acted like wings. Able to withstand the pressure of the wind and gravity. Maintaining a constant wavy airborne. Their ram stick illuminated the paths as they crisscrossed them