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Although bright morning sunlight poured through the entrance of Buikhu’s mud
hut, he still lay asleep on his cowhide mat. The reason why was that the boy, who had
seen twelve rainy seasons since his birth, had exhausted himself dancing and chanting his
clan’s songs along with the other boys in his age set the previous night. That night,
“Buikhu! Wake up!” his father Kemnebi whispered in a scolding tone while
pushing the boy’s body back and forth. “The morning of your test has come!”
After being rocked for enough times, Buikhu finally opened his dark eyes and
yawned. “Can you let me sleep for one more moment, father?”
“No! We are already almost late. Get up now!” Kemnebi yanked his son’s arm up
until the child was on his feet and then led him out of the hut into the daylight.
Buikhu was of medium height for a boy of his age. Like most of his people, he had
a lean figure, with long limbs and dark mahogany brown skin. The black braided sidelock
he had worn for most of his life, a symbol of childhood, had been shaved off, leaving his
scalp completely bare. Unlike his father, who donned a loincloth cut from tanned gazelle
Kemnebi led his son across the village of Nekhen until they reached its central dirt
plaza, where all the other boys in Buikhu’s age set stood in a straight row. Also present
was Mhotep, the village’s wab sekhmet or healer, a middle-aged man with a shaven scalp
and a leopard’s skin draped around his torso. Buikhu spotted in the wab’s right hand a
flint knife, the sight of which sped up his heartbeat. He remembered exactly what the
After Buikhu joined the line of boys, Mhotep began, “Today marks a major
turning point in your lives, young ones. Today your boyhoods shall all be cut away and
you will become men. Now promise me that you will not scream or flinch during your
cutting. Show me that you are ready for manhood! Now, let us begin with this boy who
The wab was facing Buikhu when he said that. The boy’s heartbeat accelerated
even more and his back chilled. His test was less than moments away! He looked around
as if searching for an escape route, but his conscience told him to stay put lest he shame
“B-buikhu, of the Mesha clan,” the child said after a quick hesitation.
“Kemnebi.”
“And what was the name of his father?” On this the wab grabbed a hold of
Buikhu’s penis and lowered his knife towards it. The mere feeling of Mhotep’s hand on
“Good. And who was Senbi’s father?” Now Mhotep was rapidly rubbing his
blade’s edge against the boy’s foreskin. After enough sawing motion, Buikhu was struck
by the sharpest, most intense pain he had ever felt in his life. He knew that he had been
“DJER!” he shrieked so shrilly that it almost sounded like it would have come
There was silence. Blood dripped from where Buikhu’s foreskin had been.
Looking around, he noticed that everyone else was staring at him. The other boys were
grinning, as if ready to burst out in laughter, but the wab was frowning with disapproval.
So was his father, except his glare was even sharper and heart-piercing.
And so the wab proceeded to circumcise the rest of Buikhu’s age set, with each of
the boys reciting the names of his ancestors during the procedure. A couple of other boys
screamed just like Buikhu had, but most did not. That made him feel even worse. Had all
the boys reacted to their cutting the way he did, he would have thought himself normal,
but instead their stoicism contrasted sharply with his lack thereof.
Once every boy had been cut, Buikhu turned to face his father. “Father, I am---”
“You screamed like a girl,” Kemnebi said. “You have shamed our family with
Until then, the boy had thought the circumcision he had just undergone had been
the most intense pain he had ever suffered. Now even that paled in comparison to what he
until it submerged the papyrus-lined floodplain which Nekhen bordered, and they
changed the grass of the savanna beyond from golden yellow to green. This signaled the
people of Nekhen to leave their village and the floodplain farms they tended during the
winter for the plains to the west, bringing with them the herds of long-horned cattle that
Buikhu was used to these seasonal migrations between the savanna and the
village, but he had once looked forward to this summer more than most. He had
anticipated that, as a newly initiated man, he would no longer just watch and milk his
family’s herd of four cattle while his father went out hunting with the other men. Instead
his father would bring him along and teach him how to hunt. Alas, that was possibly
never to happen. Having declared his son a coward, Kemnebi refused to entrust the boy
with any weapon or let him leave their summer camp of thatched hovels, so Buikhu was
their importance. But now, as he watched his cattle drink from the waterhole near which
“Why aren’t you hunting with the other men, Buikhu?” he heard a boy two years
his junior ask. Buikhu recognized the child as the son of Khenti, the nsu---rainmaker
king---of Nekhen, but that did not make him feel the slightest bit deferent.
something soft splat onto his back. Jerking his head around, he saw that Sokkwi’s
throwing arm was coated with cow dung. A little flame of anger flickered inside the older
boy’s head, but listening to his conscience, he did not show a reaction.
“So you’re just going to stand there and let me throw dung at you? Coward!”
Sokkwi said. He continued to pelt Buikhu until the pile ran out, but still his attacks were
ignored. Then, with a wicked grin on his face, he picked up a small rock and chucked it
Buikhu yelled in pain when the stone smashed into his spine, and then his flame of
anger blossomed into a full-blown wildfire. Grabbing a large stick, he spun around and
“You’ll have your skull smashed in when I’m done with you!” he roared,
Buikhu left his herd behind as he raced after his tormentor across the savanna. His
rage continued to burn and was intensified by frustration, for Sokkwi proved to be
incredibly swift for a ten-year-old. He was definitely going to carry out his threat if he
The two boys had run quite far from their waterhole when a yellow shape flashed
out of the bushes with a roar. Freezing in terror, Buikhu saw that it was a leopard!
Immediately he reversed direction and sprinted away with his heart beating frantically.
Then he heard the shrill scream of a child followed by choking sounds. He looked back
and saw that the big cat had Sokkwi by his blood-soaked neck.
For all the violence that he had wanted to inflict upon the younger boy moments
earlier, Buikhu did not feel the least bit delighted that Sokkwi had just been killed.
Instead he was horrified beyond belief and also burdened with guilt. How on earth was he
going to explain to the nsu that his son had been driven into the wilderness and killed?
And how would the whole of Nekhen react to the loss of their future rainmaker?
As if these thoughts weren’t enough to make the boy miserable, he was to find
something to add to his woes once he ran back to the waterhole. There, he discovered that
all four of his family’s cattle were nowhere to be seen. Apparently they had run away in
his absence.
Buikhu muttered to himself, “Great! My day has now been ruined even more than
it was before!”
Actually, he knew that what was ruined was not merely one day, but possibly the
rest of his life. Although people in his culture ate beef only during certain religious
ceremonies, to them cattle were the living incarnations of wealth that could be traded like
money. To lose an entire herd meant instant poverty for anyone from Buikhu’s race.
Buikhu had gotten the nsu’s son killed and lost his family’s whole wealth. His
guilt was now even more painful than his father’s calling him a coward.
The sun was sinking behind the acacia trees of the western savanna when the men
of Nekhen returned to the camp from hunting, bringing with them some hartebeest
carcasses. Buikhu, who stood by the campfire, had a knot in this throat and trembled with
“Is something bothering you, my son?” Kemnebi asked Buikhu when he saw the
“Two really terrible things happened today,” Buikhu finally admitted. “Sokkwi
has been killed by a leopard and our cattle have run away.”
“My son is dead?” the nsu, a towering middle-aged man who donned a tall white
crown, exclaimed with shock. “How did the leopard catch him?”
“Well…I…got angry with Sokkwi and chased him into the wilds. The cattle
The faces of both the nsu and Buikhu’s father were hideously distorted by anger.
“You little fool!” the nsu roared like a lion. “You got my beloved son killed and
“And you let our herd leave us!” Kemnebi added. “Because you could not control
“My son would never do that!” the nsu said. “But even if he were, you did not
have to chase him. You could have reported him to one of the women. Instead your
wrathfulness has doomed not only your family but all of Nekhen! What do you have to
“Sorry is not good enough, boy. I cannot let someone as destructive as you live
No…the nsu could not have just said that...this all had to be some horrible
nightmare…but it wasn’t. Buikhu looked at his father, hoping that he would defend his
son. Yet not even the slightest hint of mercy appeared on Kemnebi’s face.
That tore the boy’s already injured heart into tiny, bloody shreds. After staring at
his father with both incredulity and overpowering sadness, he disappeared from the camp
Only the pale light of a waning moon, reflected on grass blades and acacia leaves,
allowed Buikhu to see anything. Although it was balmy and humid that night, the exiled
child felt cold with fear. Nighttime was when the savanna’s many predators were most
active, he knew, and they could conceivably be hiding anywhere in the pervasive
shadows. His awareness of how dangerous this time was grew even more when he
His heart pounding furiously, the boy jerked his head side to side in search of
something he could use as a weapon lest the hyenas find and attack him. He finally found
a long stick with a sharp point and held it as if it were a spear. He clutched it tightly and
mentally prayed to Heru, Nekhen’s patron deity, that the hyenas would never find him.
Then he heard more whooping, this time along with the bleat of some dying antelope, and
then the ripping of flesh and the crunching of bones. The hyenas had made a kill! Buikhu
was relieved that he was not on the menu tonight, but at the same time his neck hairs
People often likened the hyenas’ whooping to human laughter, and after listening
to it for a while, the youth could understand why. It did sound vaguely like cruel
cackling. In fact, it painfully reminded Buikhu of the jeering about his cowardice that he
had suffered from Sokkwi and the other Nekhen boys since his circumcision. No, not
Buikhu scrammed away until he could no longer hear the hyenas and then burst
into tears again. He would not survive more than a few days out here, he was certain, and
he would spend the rest of those days haunted by what he had left behind. He cried
himself to sleep.
The boy was pleasantly surprised to wake up alive to a rosy-hued dawn. How he
had managed to avoid being eaten by some nocturnal carnivore, he didn’t know. Perhaps
But there was little time to wonder about his miraculous survival, for Buikhu’s
thoughts turned to food. His stomach felt hollow inside and grumbled. The child scanned
the surrounding savanna, hoping to chance upon fruit or dead animals he could scavenge.
Eventually he spied a shrub which had bright red berries hanging from its branches. To
see those berries made his mouth melt. Nothing could be better to eat in the wilderness
possibility, Buikhu realized how little prepared he actually was for living alone in the
wilderness. He had no idea how to tell which fruits were safe and which were not! If only
Then again, he was probably going to die out here anyway. Maybe it would be
better to get his death over with than suffer more misery. Buikhu decided to pluck the
berries off the bush and stuff them into his mouth. He had to admit that they tasted every
bit as delicious as he had hoped earlier, certainly more delicious then something he would
He sighed in relief and continued to consume more berries. He had just changed
his mind about whether or not he wanted death; life just had too many pleasures, however
A branch snapped. Grass rustled. Again Buikhu felt cold inside and his heart rate
Then there was silence. The boy surveyed his vicinity and saw nothing.
When he finally felt like he had eaten enough, the child turned around to face, to
his shock, the tawny-furred face of a lion. Its golden eyes bored into his, sending him
vibrating with horror. Then the large feline opened its jaws, releasing a putrid stench of
rotten meat and exposing a pair of five-inch fangs. It was ready to eat him.
Buikhu fled screaming through the grass. However, the lion’s muscular legs
pushed it closer and closer to its quarry until it was almost a leap away. The boy realized
in a short time that he had no hope of outrunning the beast, so he twirled around, picked
up a long staff-like stick, and swatted it at the lion. With one swipe of its paws, the cat
broke Buikhu’s weapon into half. The predator had done that with so much force that the
So the stick method wasn’t going to work---what choice did the boy have now?
None that he could think of, for terror completely scrambled his thought processes. Only
by lucky dodges was he able to avoid the lion’s wrath. Even then, he was tiring and his
The lion opened its mouth again, but a roar did not come out. Instead there was a
piercing warlike cry that sounded almost human. Wait, it was human!
Three dark figures ran from some nearby bushes towards the lion. Although they
moved with enough speed to be blurs, Buikhu could tell that they were men armed with
spears. These warriors placed themselves between him and the lion and thrust their
weapons back and forth at the latter. Initially the lion stepped backward to avoid the
spearheads, but then it jumped and pounced onto the middle man, pinning him down. The
cat’s antagonist used his spear’s shaft to block its fangs from his neck while its claws
That killed the feline at last. Buikhu stared in disbelief at the trio who had just saved his
life.
“Wait, your accent---you are of Nekhen!” one of the men responded, aiming his
spear’s point at the boy and wearing a wary expression on his face.
Buikhu recognized the man’s accent too; it was the accent of the people from
Abedju, a village that lay to the north of Nekhen. His gratitude faded into apprehension,
for he recalled that Abedju and Nekhen were chronic enemies that always fought each
“We should have left you to be eaten,” the Abedjuan continued, “Instead we will
back up, “This youth looks no older than one who had just been circumcised. He is
harmless.”
“But if we spare him, he could report our presence to the rest of the Nekhenians.”
“Actually, I have been exiled,” Buikhu interjected, “My people want nothing more
to do with me.”
“Is that so?” the third Abedjuan asked. “Then we have nothing to fear from you. I
am Wakare, and these are my hunting partners Merti and Imenjui. Since you clearly
cannot survive all by yourself here, would you like us to take you back to our camp?”
The boy did not say anything for a while. Wakare was right that he was poorly
suited to a solitary life on the savanna, but he couldn’t help but mistrust the people who
were his own people’s enemies. By joining their ranks, he would betray Nekhen.
But then, was Nekhen really worth his loyalty? They were the ones who declared
him a coward and exiled him. People who had torn his insides apart as savagely as they
Buikhu clung closely to the Abedjuan hunters as they traveled northward across
the grassland. Wakare and Merti carried the lion carcass on their shoulders while Buikhu
and the injured Imenjui followed. Although he was glad to be in human company once
more, the Nekhenian boy began to wonder whether the people of Abedju would really be
more accepting of him than his own village. Didn’t they undergo circumcisions to test
before this rain, I screamed like a girl. I was called a coward by the other people of
Nekhen for that. Do Abedjuans consider boys who scream to be cowards too?”
“It does reflect poorly on you for a while,” Wakare answered. “But that should not
mean you are doomed to a life of shame. You always have the chance to redeem yourself
The morning faded to noon and then to dusk. Buikhu was led into a small, shallow
valley where the little thatched structures of the Abedjuan camp stood. When he entered
the camp, he was greeted by curious stares and gossiping from the locals. To be at the
“Who is this strange boy you have brought here?” a white-crowned man who was
“He is from Nekhen, but he has been exiled,” Wakare replied. “We rescued him
Buikhu narrated his story to the nsu, whose facial expression then melted from
wary to sympathetic.
“I am very sorry to hear that,” the nsu said. “If you speak the truth, you seem to
have been very unlucky yesterday. Please accept the people of Abedju’s hospitality.”
“Thank you, O Beloved of the Gods,” the boy said back. “But I must ask one more
thing: will I have to watch and milk the cattle like boys do, or can I participate in the
activities of men?”
“We will give you the chance to redeem your name and prove yourself a man. But
know that if you do not, you will receive the same treatment from us that you received at
since last night. No longer would he be the coward of Nekhen, he was certain of that. He
would create a whole new name for himself and earn the respect he had always wanted.
When he went to sleep that night, he dreamed of the new life he would begin the next
morning.
The next morning, Wakare lent to Buikhu a flint-tipped spear and a shield cut
from tanned cowhide. The child was absolutely elated to receive these weapons, the
weapons he should had received after his circumcision. A feeling of great power surged
into him when he touched the spear and shield. It felt like he had transformed from a
mere youth into a fearsome warrior, but he knew that he had to train first.
Their first session of training began awkwardly. When Wakare thrust his spear at
“No, that’s not how you counter a spear thrust,” Wakare said. “You block the
He made two more moves with his weapon. His student tried to block these
attacks with his shield both times, but while the boy missed the first time, he was more
successful with the second. The spear’s point bounced off the hide. Then Wakare thrusted
“That’s it! You’ve got the idea, Buikhu! Now you try attacking. Remember to
“You’re getting better,” Wakare said after they both tired from the training. “If we
do this every day, you’ll almost be ready for a real fight by the season’s end!”
The two continued to practice fighting as days passed. During those same days,
Wakare also taught Buikhu how to use a bow and arrow. The Nekhenian progressed more
slowly with this weapon than he had with the spear, but still he improved over time.
The summer had almost half passed when Wakare invited the boy to his first hunt.
The youth almost exploded with excitement when he received this opportunity. Finally he
would test his weapons on real living creatures! Attentively he listened to his tutor’s
instructions on how to stalk and track prey and what parts of an animal’s body he had to
attack. The first few hunts were nothing spectacular, for they went after small game such
as duiker, warthog, and gazelle, but Buikhu still beamed with pride over each successful
kill.
Then came the morning when Wakare asked him, “Do you want to be challenged
“We have spotted a rhinoceros roaming to our northeast, and I feel that you should
have the opportunity to tackle larger and more dangerous prey for once. Do you want to
Buikhu blinked incredulously and said, “Has some evil spirit driven you mad? I
have seen only twelve rains! I couldn’t bring down a rhino even if I tried.”
“Yes, you can, with the help of these.” Wakare lent to Buikhu a bow and quiver
full of arrows. “These arrows are tipped with poison so strong that they can kill an
elephant within a day. As long as you are brave, quick, and accurate, then a rhinoceros
will be little trouble for you. Nonetheless, my friends and I will join you if you need
help.”
Buikhu quivered upon receiving his weapons, in part because of fear, but also
because of eagerness, for this would be the event of his redemption. Either way, he knew
Buikhu’s previous experiences in the wilds had taught him to examine his
surroundings very carefully as he moved, and so the boy did when he and his party
searched for the rhinoceros. As he moved, he inspected every bush, tree, and patch of
grass for both danger and signs of his quarry. His trained eyes were not the only organ of
sense he used, for he also sniffed the air for the pungent odor of dung and listened for the
slightest rustle. Every footstep of his was carefully calculated to make the least noise
possible.
Morning had halfway passed when the hunters detected large gashes in the fat
trunk of a baobab tree. The knowledge that only a rhino sharpening its horn could have
left behind those marks raised the youth’s heartbeat. Lowering his head, he noticed
round, shallow depressions in the grass that were almost certainly the beast’s fresh
a pale gray animal in the distance ahead of them. This creature, as they saw when stealing
towards it more closely, had two horns projecting from its snout and browsed from
shrubbery with a pointed, prehensile lip; this was definitely the rhino they had sought.
“We will hide in these bushes while you shoot at the rhino, Buikhu,” Wakare
Buikhu’s heart rate went up again as he snuck towards the beast. Looking at the
rhinoceros’s sharp horns and smelling its stink only worsened his anxiety. The thought of
scramming from this monster grew tempting, and the thought of being crushed into a
pulp by its feet grew chilling. The boy was about to turn and run when he reheard these
You have shamed our family with your cowardice. Now you will never be
considered a man.
The heart-ripping power of those words had not dulled since his father first said
them; if anything, they were even more intense. The tears returned to fill up Buikhu’s
eyes...
No! He would not let his past haunt him anymore. Now was the time to prove his
father wrong! The Nekhenian tightened his grip on his bow and raised it, nocking an
arrow and aiming it at the rhinoceros. His fear having been swamped by his
determination, he drew the bowstring far back until it was as taut as it could be.
Instantly the animal shrilly cried out its pain and then burst into a charge towards Buikhu,
causing the ground to quake with its thunderous footsteps. The youth screamed as he
raced from his enraged prey, wind brushing against his body.
His flight was broken when he stubbed his toe against a rock and crashed onto his
chest. So hard was his collision that he felt too weak to push himself back up. Then he
heard the rhino’s stomping loudening. A sense of urgency coursed through his veins and
When Buikhu finally got back up, he ran towards an acacia tree and scrambled up
its crooked branches. The tree’s coarse bark cut through his skin, drawing blood, but he
was too consumed by terror to pay these scratches any heed. Suddenly he felt the tree
Again and again the beast thrust its bulk against the acacia trunk. The boy clung
onto a bough as hard as he could, but still his hold loosened with each vibration. At last
he slipped off and plummeted until he landed onto the rhino’s tough-skinned back.
Buikhu did not stay long on his quarry’s back, for the rhino bucked its body until
it threw him up into the air. Agony racked the boy when he landed on the ground again.
He tried to crawl away from the scene, groaning and grunting with every movement, but
then he heard the animal’s feet pounding the soil in his direction. Despair halted him, for
he knew there was no hope of escape this time. The rhino would ground him into paste,
breathing heavily. Its flanks rose and sank more and more slowly until they finally
stopped. The boy was confused by the creature’s sudden death at first, but then he
remembered that Wakare had told him that the arrows were poisoned. That meant that
Pride like he had never felt before swelled inside the youth and pushed him back
The appetizing aroma of roasted rhinoceros flesh radiated from the Abedjuan
campfire that night. Men, women, and children clapped and chanted praise to Buikhu
while musicians pounded on drums. The boy had never seen even anyone except for a
nsu receive such adulation by himself, so he could barely believe what he was seeing and
hearing before him, yet he beamed anyway. The coward of Nekhen had become the hero
of Abedju.
“This amulet was hewn from one of the rhino’s horns,” he said. “I want you to
The child looked down at his new gift, admiring how it shone from the firelight,
and then strung it around his neck. For a moment he wondered what his father would
think if he were here to see his son so triumphant. Would Kemnebi recant how he had
disowned Buikhu?
Then again, Buikhu recalled that part of the reason his father was mad at him was
that he had let their cattle run away. No rhinoceros would redeem him of that error…but
Buikhu woke up slowly the next morning, so tired he was from last night’s
celebration. Just as he exited the hovel Wakare had built for him to sleep in, he met
another man who had an errand for him. This man said, “Excuse me, great rhino slayer,
but I need your help. My son is not feeling well today, so he can’t watch our cattle.
After Buikhu said yes, he was led to the pasture where Abedju’s cattle were kept,
and when they reached the man’s herd, he noticed that four of his six animals looked
somewhat familiar. The Nekhenian studied the animals’ spot patterns more closely until
“I recognize those cattle,” he said. “They were my family’s back in Nekhen. How
“We didn’t find them, young one,” the Abedjuan said with a laugh. “We took
them.”
Buikhu glared at him with burning rage. “How dare you! Now my family has
“Don’t get so upset, young man. You’re one of us now, aren’t you?”
The youth hesitated. Yes, the Abedjuans had taken him in, and he may have
gained their respect, but there was no denying that a big hunk of his past misery was their
fault to begin with. The feeling that he had been betrayed by his adopters fuelled his fire.
“I want nothing more to do with you!” he yelled. “I’m going back to Nekhen. You
And with that, he sprinted out of the valley and into the wilderness.
This time, travelling across the savanna between the Abedjuan and Nekhenian
camps did not intimidate Buikhu the slightest. Rage took up the space in his head where
fear would have been before. Only when he was sure he was near his former people did
he begin to worry. Even then, it wasn’t fear of wild animals that scared him, but rather
anticipation of how he would be received by those who had exiled him so many days ago.
Still, if he had any chance of redeeming himself in the eyes of his own people, this was it.
The sun was setting by the time Buikhu reached the camp of Nekhen, and his
father was the first to meet him again. The boy had expected Kemnebi to be livid with
anger at his return, but his expression was one of wide-eyed incredulity instead.
“You came back…how did you survive out there so long?” Buikhu’s father
gasped.
Buikhu related to him everything that had happened, beginning with his rescue
and adoption by the Abedjuans, continuing with his killing of the rhinoceros, and ending
with his discovery of how the Abedjuans had stolen their cattle.
“I can barely believe it…but you have been gone for so many days,” Kemnebi
said. “And you say that you know where our cattle are...let me tell the nsu.”
They ran to the nsu of Nekhen and recited Buikhu’s story to him. The nsu then
said, “If what you say is true, then we shall attack the Abedjuans tomorrow and get your
cattle back. Thank you for sharing this information with me…and Buikhu, since you have
shown yourself to be braver than we thought, you may join our war party.”
The youth was elated to hear that. He did not mind one bit that he was going into
his first battle. He would do anything to retake his family’s wealth and avenge their
robbery, no matter how much blood had to be spilled. Not only that, but he would further
prove his courage before all of his people by fighting. It was with burning excitement that
he chanted the songs of war that night along with the other Nekhenian men, an
The men of Nekhen, grabbing their spears and shields, were sorted into formations
based on age set the next morning. As they marched northward across the plains, they
chanted more songs to maintain their morale at a high level. Animals, even fierce ones
The sun rose to its zenith and then sank towards the western horizon as the
warriors traveled. By that point, they were quieter, as many of them had worn their
throats out with singing. Buikhu was among these, and his feet and leg muscles also
ached from all the walking. Not that these minor pains were enough to quell his
jumped out of bushes and from trees and charged towards the Nekhenians, shrieking like
demons. A terror-stunned Buikhu realized what had just happened: the Abedjuans,
A great din of spears banging against shields and death cries drowned out all other
sounds. The boy found himself surrounded by horrific sights: men thrusting spears into
other men, blood gushing out of hideous wounds, corpses being trampled into pieces.
Never when he had trained with Wakare had he imagined battle to be so violent and
chaotic.
And yet he knew he had to apply what he had learned during those sessions. Again
and again he jabbed his spear back and forth at Abedjuans. Again and again he fended off
their attacks with his shield. This was all exhausting, coating him with sweat, quickening
his breath, and wearing out his muscles. Yet again he did not mind these. Only two
“You! Buikhu!” the boy heard Wakare’s voice shout at him. Then he felt a sharp
pain as a spearhead’s edge cut across the side of his neck. Shrieking, Buikhu spun around
to see Wakare tower over him with anger burning in his eyes.
“You little traitor!” Wakare roared as he drove his weapon towards Buikhu.
Although the youth parried his former tutor, the latter had attacked with such strength
that he successfully pierced the shield. Buikhu, after stepping back, thrust his own spear
escape the other with only small cuts. But even these injuries were taxing. Buikhu found
himself tiring even quicker than before, and he also grew dizzier from all the dodging.
The whole world seemed to spin around him, people turning into blurs. Only a slash
The boy dropped his weapons and collapsed onto the grass. The agony that tore
his chest apart leaked out much of his strength along with blood.
“Merti was right to demand your death in the beginning,” Wakare said. “Now
comes the time I vindicate him.” He raised his blood-soaked spear over his injured
Then Buikhu remembered something he had done when hunting the rhino. His
sense of urgency sparked again, giving him just enough power to roll away and let
Wakare’s spear plunged into the ground. Next, scrambling back up, he grabbed his own
weapon and drove it through his enemy’s stomach. His attack knocked the Abedjuan
For a moment the child felt a tinge of sorrow for the man who had taught him how
to fight and hunt and helped him realize his inner courage. There was a tragic irony in
Just before night had fully fallen, the Abedjuans routed, fleeing from their enemies
towards their camp. Most of the Nekhenian warriors brandished their spears and roared
victoriously. Buikhu did not join this, for he was too worn out by fighting and blood loss.
Nonetheless he smiled, partly from relief that the carnage was over, partly from joy that
his side had won, but most of all from pride in his own performance as a warrior.
The next morning, when Nekhen’s army marched into the Abedjuan camp, the nsu
of Abedju conceded to his Nekhenian rival that he would return Kemnebi’s cattle.
Afterwards, on the way back to the Nekhenian camp, Kemnebi said to Buikhu, “My son,
I am sorry for how I have disowned you. I should have given you a second chance to
“Do not mind that,” the nsu of Nekhen interjected. “In truth, I had spoiled that boy
too much, so I do not blame you for getting angry with him. I promise I will raise my
next son with greater wisdom. You are forgiven, and welcome back to Nekhen.”
Buikhu had never felt more proud or happy in his life. Perhaps now he had