The Broken Crown

Rulo was a lion.

He was old.

He was the king of the land.

The land was big.

There was long yellow grass.

There were tall trees.

There was a river.

And in the middle of the land there was a hill.

The hill was made of rocks.

Big grey rocks.

From the top of the hill, Rulo saw everything.

He saw the grass.

He saw the trees.

He saw the river.

He saw all the animals.

On the top of the hill there were seven tall rocks in a circle.

One of them was broken.

It fell down many years ago, before Rulo was born.

"The old lions called this the crown," Mara said one day.

"The crown of the land."

"It is broken," Rulo said.

"Everything old is a little broken," Mara said.

The hill was the king's place.

Every morning Rulo walked up the hill.

He sat on the biggest rock.

He looked at his land.

"This is my land," he said.

"I know every rock. I know every tree. I know every small road in the grass."

Rulo lived with other lions.

There were five lions in his family.

Mara was one of them.

She was old, like Rulo.

She was his sister.

There were three young lions too.

Their names were Ando, Sefu and Nia.

Mara was a good hunter.

She was fast and quiet.

But she was old now, and she was slow in the afternoon.

Rulo was old too.

His face was grey.

There were long white lines on his face and on his legs.

They were old cuts from old fights.

When Rulo was young, he was very strong.

No lion could win against him.

Other lions came to the hill and Rulo fought them.

He always won.

But that was many years ago.

Now Rulo was tired in the morning.

His back was bad.

His legs were slow.

He ate, but he did not eat much.

"You are old," Mara said.

"Look at your face. Look at your legs."

"I am the king," Rulo said.

"Yes," Mara said.

"But you are old."

Rulo did not answer.

He walked up the hill and sat on his rock.

He looked at the land.

Far away he saw the water.

In this season the river was full.

Many animals came to drink.

Rulo knew this land very well.

He knew where the water went in the dry season.

He knew where the wind came from.

He knew the hot rocks and the cold rocks.

He knew a small place behind two big stones.

There was water there when there was no water in the river.

Only Rulo and Mara knew about that place.

"The land is my friend," Rulo said.

"The land helps me."

That night Rulo slept on the hill.

The sky was black.

There were many stars.

Then he heard something.

It was a sound far away.

It was the sound of a lion.

Rulo sat up.

He listened.

The sound came again.

It was a young voice.

It was big and loud and angry.

Mara came up the hill.

"Do you hear it?" she said.

"Yes," Rulo said.

"A young lion," Mara said.

"He is coming here."

"Yes," Rulo said.

"What will you do?"

Rulo looked at the black sky.

"I am the king," he said.

"I will fight him."

Mara said nothing.

She looked at Rulo's old grey face, and she was afraid.

The young lion came in the morning.

He walked out of the tall grass.

He was very big.

His body was long and strong.

The hair on his head and neck was black and thick.

He was young, maybe four years old.

He stopped and looked at the hill.

"Who is the king here?" he said.

His voice was loud.

Rulo came down from the rocks.

He walked slowly.

He tried to walk like a young lion, but his back was bad and it hurt.

"I am the king," Rulo said.

"This is my land."

The young lion looked at him.

Then he laughed.

"You?" he said.

"You are old. Your face is grey."

"What is your name?" Rulo said.

"Kesh."

"Go away, Kesh. Find another land."

"No," Kesh said.

"I want this land. I want the hill. I want the water. I will fight you for it."

Mara stood behind Rulo.

"Rulo," she said quietly.

"Look at him. He is very big."

"I am the king," Rulo said again.

He walked to Kesh.

The two lions stood in the grass.

The sun was hot.

The other lions watched from the rocks.

Then they fought.

Kesh moved first.

He was fast, very fast.

He hit Rulo in the side.

Rulo fell into the grass.

Dust came up around them.

Rulo stood up.

He hit Kesh in the face.

Kesh moved back.

For one moment Rulo was happy.

I can win, he thought.

I am the king.

But Kesh came again.

He hit Rulo, and again, and again.

Kesh was young.

He did not get tired.

Rulo got tired very fast.

Rulo's legs shook.

His mouth was dry.

He tried to hit Kesh, but his leg was slow, and Kesh was not there.

Kesh hit him hard.

Rulo fell down on the hot ground.

He tried to stand up.

He could not.

Kesh stood over him.

He was big and black against the sun.

"You were the king," Kesh said.

"Now I am the king. Go away, old lion. Go away and die somewhere."

Rulo looked up at him.

He wanted to say something big.

He wanted to say, "I will come back."

But there was no air in his body.

He said nothing.

He got up slowly.

His side hurt.

There was blood on his leg.

He walked away from the hill, into the grass.

He did not look back.

The three young lions watched him go.

They did not follow him.

They stayed with Kesh.

Kesh was strong, and lions follow the strong one.

Only Mara followed Rulo.

She walked behind him in the grass.

"Go back," Rulo said.

"Stay with them. There is food there."

"No," Mara said.

"I am not the king now."

"I know," Mara said.

"Walk."

They walked all day.

The sun went down.

The sky was red, then black.

Rulo lay down under a small tree, far from the hill.

He was very tired.

His side hurt very much.

He looked at the hill far away.

On the top of the hill he saw a shape.

It was Kesh, on the king's rock.

Rulo closed his eyes.

The next days were bad days.

Rulo could not hunt.

His side hurt when he ran.

Mara hunted, and she gave him food.

She was old too, and it was hard for her.

They lived near a small river in the south.

There were not many animals.

The grass was short and brown.

Every day Rulo looked at the sky and said nothing.

"Eat," Mara said.

"I am not hungry."

"Eat," Mara said again.

He ate a little.

One morning Rulo walked to the water.

He looked down at the river.

He saw his face in the water.

An old lion looked back at him.

His face was grey.

There was a long new cut on his face.

His eyes were tired.

"Look at me," he said.

"I was the king."

"You were," said a small voice.

Rulo looked up.

There was a small brown bird on a rock.

The bird was very small.

It had bright black eyes.

"Who are you?" Rulo said.

"Pip," said the bird.

"I live here. I see you every day. You are sad every day."

"Go away, bird."

"No," said Pip.

"I like to talk. Nobody talks to me."

Rulo drank the water.

Then he lay down on the sand.

"I lost," he said.

"He was too strong. He was too fast. I am old."

"Yes," said Pip.

"You are old."

"Thank you, bird," Rulo said.

Pip put his head on one side.

"Are you angry with me? I only say the true thing."

Rulo said nothing.

"The young lion is on your hill now," Pip said.

"I flew there yesterday. He sits on the big rock all day. He is very big."

Rulo opened his eyes.

"You flew there?"

"Birds fly," said Pip.

"That is what we do."

"What did you see?"

Pip cleaned his wing.

"I saw a big lion on a rock. I saw three other lions."

"I saw them hunt. They are not good hunters, but they are strong, so they eat."

Rulo lay in the sand and thought about the hill.

"Is he a good king?" he asked.

"I do not know about kings," said Pip.

"I know about food and water. That lion does not know this land. He came from far away."

Rulo sat up slowly.

"Say that again," he said.

"He came from far away."

"No. The other thing."

"He does not know this land," said Pip.

Rulo looked at the little bird.

Then he looked at the river.

The water was low.

It was lower than yesterday.

It was much lower than one month ago.

The dry season was coming.

Something moved inside Rulo.

It was not anger.

It was something quiet and cold and clear.

"Pip," he said.

"Do you want to talk every day?"

"Yes!" said the bird.

"Nobody talks to me."

"Then talk to me," Rulo said.

"Fly to the hill every day. Watch that lion. Then come back and tell me everything."

Pip jumped up and down on the rock.

"Everything?"

"Everything," Rulo said.

That night Rulo did not sleep.

In the morning he said to Mara, "I am going to fight Kesh again."

Mara looked at him for a long time.

"He will kill you," she said.

"Maybe."

"Rulo. Look at your leg."

"I know my leg."

"He is younger than you. He is bigger than you. He is faster than you. You cannot win."

"I know," Rulo said.

Mara was angry.

"Then why?"

Rulo walked to the water and looked at it.

"When I was young," he said, "I won because I was strong."

"I did not think. I ran and I hit and I won. I did that for ten years."

"Yes," Mara said.

"Now I am not strong."

He looked at her.

"So now I must think."

Mara sat down in the sand.

"Think about what?"

"About him. About this land."

Rulo put his foot in the water.

"Mara, what do I have? I am old. I am slow."

"But I have one thing. I know this land."

"I know it better than any lion in the world. He does not know it at all."

Mara said nothing for a moment.

"That is not a big thing," she said.

"It is the only thing I have," Rulo said.

"So it must be a big thing."

Mara looked at her brother's grey face, and something changed in her eyes.

"What do you want to do?" she said.

"I want to watch him," Rulo said.

"Every day. For many days."

"I want to know when he eats and when he sleeps. I want to know where he walks."

"I want to know what he does when he is hot. I want to know his bad things."

"His bad things?"

"Every animal has bad things," Rulo said.

"I have bad things too. My leg. My back."

"Kesh has bad things. I do not know them yet. So I will watch, and I will find them."

He looked at the sky.

"And then," he said, "I will find the right place and the right day."

Mara stood up.

"I will help you," she said.

So they began.

Every morning Pip flew to the hill.

Every afternoon Pip came back to the small river.

He sat on a rock and he talked, and Rulo listened.

And two or three times every week, Rulo and Mara walked to the hill in the night.

They stopped far away in the long grass, and they lay down, and they watched.

Rulo did not hunt near the hill.

He did not fight.

He did not make a sound.

He only watched.

He watched for one week.

Then two weeks.

Then three weeks.

And slowly, day by day, he learned about Kesh.

This is what Rulo learned.

Kesh was strong.

That was true.

He was the strongest lion Rulo ever saw.

In a fight in the morning, when Kesh was fresh, no lion could win against him.

But Kesh was hot.

He had thick black hair on his head and neck.

It was beautiful hair.

All the young lions looked at it.

But thick hair is hot hair.

"Watch him in the afternoon," Pip said.

"He lies on the rock and he opens his mouth. He breathes fast, like this."

The little bird opened his mouth and breathed fast.

"All afternoon. He hates the sun."

"He hates the sun," Rulo said.

He said it again, slowly.

"He hates the sun."

Kesh drank a lot of water.

He drank in the morning, in the afternoon, and at night.

"He always uses the same road," Pip said.

"Down the north side of the hill, past the two dead trees, to the big water."

"Always?"

"Always. Lions like the same road."

"Yes," Rulo said.

"We do."

Kesh was not a good hunter.

He was too big and too loud.

The other lions did the hunting, and Kesh ate first.

He ate a lot.

After he ate, he slept for a long time.

And Kesh was angry.

That was the most important thing.

"When the young lions are slow, he shouts at them," Pip said.

"When a bird sits near him, he jumps at the bird."

"Yesterday a small animal ran in front of him, and he ran after it for a long way in the hot sun."

"He did not catch it. Then he was very tired and very angry."

Rulo sat up.

"Say that again," he said.

"He ran after a small animal."

"In the hot sun?"

"In the hot sun. For a long way."

Rulo looked at Mara.

Mara looked back at him.

"He does not stop and think," Rulo said quietly.

"When he sees a thing in front of him, he goes after it. He always goes after it."

"Is that good for us?" Mara said.

"It is very good for us," Rulo said.

That night Rulo could not sleep, but this time it was not because of his side.

He lay in the grass and made lines in the sand with his foot.

Here is the hill.

Here are the two dead trees.

Here is the river.

Here is the north road.

Here is the hot afternoon.

Here is a big lion with thick black hair, and he cannot wait for anything.

"Mara," he said.

"Wake up."

"What?"

"When does the water go away?"

Mara opened her eyes.

"The big river? In the dry season. Two months, maybe."

"And then where is the water?"

"There is a little water at the north bend," Mara said.

"And there is the place behind the two stones."

"Who knows about the place behind the two stones?"

Mara was quiet.

"You," she said.

"And me."

Rulo smiled for the first time in many weeks.

It was not a nice smile.

"Then we must wait for the dry season," he said.

The rain stopped.

At first it was a small thing.

There was no rain for one week, then two weeks, then a month.

That happened every year.

But then the wind changed.

It came hot from the east, day after day, and it took the water out of the ground.

The green grass went yellow.

The yellow grass went brown.

The trees lost their leaves.

The big river got low.

Then, in many places, there was only wet sand.

The animals went away.

Every day there were fewer animals and more dust.

This was the dry season.

Rulo saw it twelve times in his life.

He knew it like he knew his own feet.

"Now," he said to Mara, "the land is not the same land."

"Now the land is a hard place. And a hard place helps the animal who knows it."

They moved.

They left the small river in the south and they came near the hill again.

They lived in a low place between two small hills.

It was a bad place for food, but nobody went there.

Every day Pip came and told them things.

The news was good.

Kesh's lions were hungry.

They hunted in the day and found nothing, and they hunted at night and found nothing.

They were thirsty too.

The big river was almost dry.

The lions walked further and further for water.

"The north road is dry now," Pip said.

"There is no water there."

"Now they go east, past the black rocks, and it is a long walk."

"They go in the morning and they come back in the afternoon."

"In the afternoon," Rulo said.

"In the hot part of the day?"

"Yes."

"Every day?"

"Every day."

Rulo lay in the shade and thought.

"How is Kesh?" he asked.

"He is angry," said Pip.

"He is angry all the time now. He is thin."

"Well, he is not thin like other lions are thin. He is still very big. But he is not the same."

"He shouts at the young lions. Two of them do not go near him now."

"Two of them," Rulo said.

He looked at Mara.

"Do you see it?" he said.

"Tell me."

"When lions are hungry, they think about food," Rulo said.

"They do not think about their king."

"Kesh gave them nothing for three weeks. He is only strong. He is not clever. They know that now."

"So they will not help him?"

"Some will help him," Rulo said.

"Not all. And not fast."

He put his head down on his feet.

"Now," he said, "we wait for the right day."

"Which day?"

"The hottest one."

The plan was ready before the hot day came.

Rulo made it slowly, one small piece at a time, in the shade, while the other animals slept.

He told it to Mara and Pip in the low place between the two hills.

"First," he said, "I will not fight him at the hill."

"Why not?" Mara said.

"The hill is the king's place."

"That is why. At the hill he is the king. The other lions are near him."

"The ground is good for him. It is high and hard, and he can run down it. No. I will not fight him there."

He made a line in the dust.

"Here is the dry river," he said.

"Here, at the north bend. The ground there is deep sand."

"Sand is slow," Mara said.

"Sand is slow for a heavy lion," Rulo said.

"He is heavier than me. Much heavier. In deep sand, big feet go down. Small feet stay up."

"Second," Rulo said.

"The time. Not the morning. The afternoon, when the sun is on top of the sky."

"You hate the afternoon," Mara said.

"Your back hurts in the sun."

"My back hurts everywhere," Rulo said.

"But he hates the sun more than I do. He has all that black hair."

"In the afternoon he cannot breathe well. He gets tired in a few minutes."

"Third," he said.

"Water."

He looked at Mara.

"On that morning we will go to the place behind the two stones. We will drink. We will drink a lot."

"Then we will lie in the shade and we will not move. When we walk to the dry river, we will be cool and full of water."

"And he will be hot and thirsty," Mara said slowly.

"He will walk a long way in the sun and find no water, and then he will see me," Rulo said.

"And then..."

"Then you fight," said Pip.

"No," Rulo said.

"Then I run away."

Pip was quiet.

Mara stood up.

"You run away?" she said.

"I run away," Rulo said.

"I show myself, and I run. And what does Kesh do when he sees a thing in front of him?"

Mara's mouth opened.

"He runs after it," she said.

"He runs after it," Rulo said.

"In the hot sun. In deep sand. With no water in his body."

"He will run after me because he is angry, and because he thinks I am afraid. And he will run, and run, and run."

"For how long?" Mara said.

"Not long," Rulo said.

"A big hot lion in deep sand? Not long at all."

He looked at the sky.

"And when he stops," he said, "and his mouth is open, and his legs shake, and he cannot breathe, then I will turn around."

Nobody said anything for a moment.

"Rulo," Mara said quietly.

"That is not a lion's fight."

"No," Rulo said.

"It is an old lion's fight. It is the only fight I can win."

They waited for six days.

Every morning Rulo looked at the sky.

Every morning the sky was hot, but it was not hot enough.

On the seventh morning Pip came back early.

He was flying fast.

"Today," he said.

"Today, today, today. There is no wind. The air is heavy."

"And they did not eat last night. I watched them. They found nothing."

Rulo stood up.

His side hurt, but he stood up.

"Mara," he said.

"I am ready."

They walked to the place behind the two stones.

It was a small dark place between two big grey rocks.

Inside there was cold water in the sand.

They drank.

They drank until they could not drink any more.

Then they lay in the shade and waited.

The sun went up.

The rocks got hot.

The air over the ground moved and shook.

Rulo closed his eyes and made the plan again in his head.

The dry river. The north bend. The deep sand.

The east side, so the sun will be in Kesh's eyes.

Then he thought about the young lions.

"Mara," he said.

"There is one more thing."

"Tell me."

"The three young lions will be with him."

"Yes."

"I cannot fight four lions."

"No."

Rulo opened his eyes.

"You know Ando and Sefu. You gave them food when they were small."

"I gave food to all of them," Mara said.

"When Kesh runs after me, they will follow him. Stop them."

"Do not fight them. You cannot win against them. Only talk to them."

"What do I say?"

"Say the true thing," Rulo said.

"Say: You are thin. When did that lion give you food? Is this your fight, or is it his fight?"

Mara was quiet for a long time.

"And if they do not listen?"

"Then I will die in the sand at the north bend," Rulo said, "and you will run north and live."

Mara looked at the hot white sky.

"I hate this plan," she said.

"So do I," said Rulo.

"It is a good plan."

"Yes," Rulo said.

"It is a good plan."

In the middle of the day the land was white and silent.

Nothing moved.

Even the flies were slow.

Pip came down and sat on Rulo's rock.

"They are coming," he said.

"Four lions. They walked east to the black rocks and there was no water there. The last water is gone."

"Now they are walking back. They are on the dry river road."

"How is Kesh?"

"His mouth is open," said Pip.

"He is walking slowly. He is at the back."

Rulo stood up.

He shook the sand off his back.

He was old, and his side hurt, and he was afraid.

But his body was cool and full of water, and inside his head everything was quiet and clear.

"Then let us go to the north bend," he said.

The dry river was a long white road of sand between two low banks.

Once there was water here.

Now there was only sand, and old white wood, and heat.

Rulo walked down into it.

His feet went into the sand.

Good, he thought.

It is deep. It is very deep.

He walked to the north bend and stopped in the middle.

He put the sun behind him.

Then he waited.

He heard them before he saw them.

He heard slow feet in the sand, and heavy breathing.

Then four lions came around the bend.

Three young lions came first.

They were thin and tired, and they walked with their heads down.

And behind them, big and black and slow, came Kesh.

They saw him.

Everybody stopped.

For a moment nobody moved.

The heat shook the air between them.

Then Kesh walked past the young lions and came forward.

"You," he said.

His voice was not loud now.

It was dry.

"The old one."

"Hello, Kesh," Rulo said.

"You came back to die."

"Maybe," Rulo said.

Kesh's mouth was open.

Rulo watched his chest.

It went up and down, up and down, fast.

Rulo counted it quietly inside his head.

Yes, he thought.

He is hot. He is very hot.

"Look at you," Kesh said.

"You are old. Your leg is bad. Why did you come here?"

Rulo lifted his grey face.

"Because this is my land," he said, "and you drink my water, and you do not even know where it is."

Kesh's eyes changed.

"What?"

"There is water in this land today," Rulo said.

"Cold water. I drank it this morning. Look at me, Kesh. Look at my mouth. Is my mouth dry?"

Kesh looked.

Rulo's mouth was not dry.

Rulo was breathing slowly and easily, like a lion on a cool morning.

Behind Kesh, the three young lions lifted their heads.

"Where?" one of them said.

"Be quiet!" Kesh shouted.

"I know every water place in this land," Rulo said.

He said it to the young lions, not to Kesh.

"Your king does not know one."

Kesh made a big angry sound and ran at him.

Rulo turned and ran away.

He ran up the dry river, to the north, in the deep sand, with the sun behind him.

Behind him he heard Kesh come.

He heard the big feet hit the sand, boom, boom, boom, and he heard the angry breathing, and he did not look back.

Rulo was not fast.

But Rulo was light, and Rulo knew this sand.

He ran near the bank, where the sand was hard.

Kesh ran in the middle, where the sand was soft and deep.

Fifty steps. A hundred steps.

Rulo's side burned.

His old legs hurt.

His heart went too fast.

Two hundred steps.

Behind him, the boom, boom of Kesh's feet was slower now.

And the breathing was louder.

It was that terrible open-mouth breathing, like a hot wind in a dry tree.

Three hundred steps.

Rulo wanted to stop.

Everything in his body wanted to stop.

Not yet, he said to himself.

Not yet. Not yet.

Somewhere far behind, he heard Mara's voice.

She was talking to the young lions.

He could not hear the words.

Four hundred steps.

Then the sound behind him changed.

The feet stopped.

Rulo ran ten more steps.

Then he stopped and turned around.

Kesh stood in the middle of the dry river, thirty steps away.

His head was down.

His mouth was wide open.

His sides went in and out, fast and hard.

There was white on his mouth.

His feet were deep in the soft sand, and his legs were shaking.

He was the biggest lion Rulo ever saw, and he could not walk.

Rulo waited.

He waited for five long breaths.

He let Kesh see him: an old grey lion, standing quietly, breathing slowly, not afraid.

Then he walked forward.

Kesh tried to lift his head.

He made a sound.

It was not a big sound.

"You are hot," Rulo said.

"You were hot for two months. You never learned where the shade is at the hot time of day."

"You never learned where the water goes. You had my land for a whole season, and you learned nothing about it."

He came closer.

"Do not come near me," Kesh said.

"You are in deep sand," Rulo said.

"Look at your feet."

Kesh looked down.

His feet were deep in the soft sand.

He tried to pull one foot out, and it was slow, so slow.

"Big feet go down," Rulo said.

"Old feet stay up."

Then Rulo ran at him.

The fight was short.

Kesh was still strong.

Even now, even hot, he was strong, and he hit Rulo one time.

He hit him so hard that Rulo went down in the sand and everything went white for a moment.

But Kesh could not follow him.

He could not turn fast in the sand.

He could not breathe.

Every time he moved he lost more air, and there was no more air to lose.

Rulo got up.

He did not fight like a young lion.

He did not stand and push.

He moved around Kesh in a circle, one side, then the other side, always on the hard sand near the bank.

Kesh turned, and turned, and the sand pulled at his big feet.

Rulo hit him in the back leg.

Kesh fell.

Kesh got up.

Rulo hit him again, on the other side.

Kesh fell again, and this time he stayed down.

His head lay on the hot sand.

His mouth was open.

His eyes were open too, and he watched Rulo come.

Rulo stood over him.

It was very quiet in the dry river.

There was only the sound of Kesh's breathing.

And Rulo thought: this is the moment.

He said it to me. Go away and die somewhere.

He lifted his foot.

Then he stopped.

He looked down at the young lion on the ground.

He was big, and beaten, and thin, and only four years old, in a hard land that he did not understand.

Slowly, Rulo put his foot down.

"No," he said.

"Kill me," Kesh said.

His voice was very small.

"No," Rulo said.

"Why?"

"Because you are strong," Rulo said, "and this land is hard, and next year I will be older."

He turned around and walked away up the bank.

"Get up," he said.

"Follow me."

Kesh did not move.

"Where?"

"To the water."

"There is no water," Kesh said.

"There is water," Rulo said.

"There is always water. You only have to know where it is."

It took Kesh a long time to stand up.

But he stood up, and he walked, and he followed the old lion out of the dry river.

They walked past the black rocks.

They walked through the brown grass.

They came to two big grey stones.

The stones looked like all the other stones in that land.

Rulo went in between them.

Behind the stones there was a small dark place.

Cold air came out of it, and in the sand there was clear water.

Kesh made a sound.

Then he put his face in the water, and he drank, and drank, and drank.

Mara came with the three young lions, and they drank too.

Pip sat on a rock and watched everybody with his bright black eyes, and he said nothing at all, which was very hard for him.

Then they all lay in the shade behind the stones, and the long hot afternoon went by.

In the evening Rulo walked up the hill.

His side hurt. His back hurt. His legs hurt.

He walked slowly, one rock, then the next rock, and it took a long time.

At the top he sat down next to the broken rock and looked at his land.

It was brown and dry and hard.

The river was sand.

The trees had no leaves.

Far away the dust turned red in the evening sun.

It was the most beautiful thing he ever saw.

Mara came up and sat next to him.

"So," she said.

"You are the king again."

"Yes."

"You are still old."

"Yes."

"Next year there will be another young lion."

"Yes," Rulo said.

"There always is."

Mara looked at him.

"What will you do then?"

Rulo thought about it for a while.

Below them, at the bottom of the hill, Kesh was lying in the last of the sun.

Tomorrow, Rulo thought, I will take him to the north bend and show him why the sand is deep there.

Then I will show him the shade road. Then the wind.

"I will teach him," Rulo said.

"And when he is better than you?"

"Then he will be a good king," Rulo said, "and he will know that I made him."

The sun went down.

The first stars came out over the dry land.

Rulo the old lion sat on his hill, beside the broken crown, in the cool wind, and closed his eyes.