Kamau Kimoni believed his future was set in stone: kill the Crowned Eagle, and return a man of the Kimoni clan. However, on the Kitwana Savanna, the future lies in the wind, not stone. A sabotaged ritual brings Kamau face-to-face with an ancient enemy and a creature beyond the world he knows. His only hope is a power deemed forbidden by his people.
Raziya Kimoni prefers the company of her ancient tomes and longs to expand her knowledge. But when an old betrothal and a mutilating ritual threatens to end her education, Raziya seeks an escape. It comes in the form of a coded plea for help that sets Raziya on a path rife with riddles, deceptions, and danger.
Masilo Kimoni has been a man since he first led his father’s army against their enemies. Since then, he has had one sole duty: protect the land. An obligation that has cost him dearly, a dead wife and a missing son. A routine skirmish reveals a plot that threatens to send his homeland back into the throes of war.
Every exposed secret unleashes a new threat to their people and way of life. To find their true enemy, what will remain?
Kamau Kimoni believed his future was set in stone: kill the Crowned Eagle, and return a man of the Kimoni clan. However, on the Kitwana Savanna, the future lies in the wind, not stone. A sabotaged ritual brings Kamau face-to-face with an ancient enemy and a creature beyond the world he knows. His only hope is a power deemed forbidden by his people.
Raziya Kimoni prefers the company of her ancient tomes and longs to expand her knowledge. But when an old betrothal and a mutilating ritual threatens to end her education, Raziya seeks an escape. It comes in the form of a coded plea for help that sets Raziya on a path rife with riddles, deceptions, and danger.
Masilo Kimoni has been a man since he first led his father’s army against their enemies. Since then, he has had one sole duty: protect the land. An obligation that has cost him dearly, a dead wife and a missing son. A routine skirmish reveals a plot that threatens to send his homeland back into the throes of war.
Every exposed secret unleashes a new threat to their people and way of life. To find their true enemy, what will remain?
His future lay in tatters. The Leopard of the Sky, the Crowned Eagle, his quarry… was dead. Not by snare, machete, or sling, but by a knife. The sigil of his clan had been desecrated with shallow cuts around its body, its skull caved in from a blow with a war club, and its feathers a sea of blood. The killer had taken no meat or bones. He had taken the eagle’s wings, talons, and Kamau’s dream of manhood.
Kamau Kimoni stood slack jawed. He blinked several times, trying to force himself awake. Upon his release from this dream, he would be back at the initiate camp with his brothers and cousins, listening to Spirit Master Abedi’s lecture about the importance of this ritualized hunt. How they walked in the footsteps of their ancestor, Fati the Hunter. How to meet the Crowned Eagle in its territory and kill it without spilling its blood, as Fati did, was the ultimate act of cleverness, resourcefulness, daring, and might worthy for men of the Kimoni clan.
But Kamau did not wake up.
The empty eyes of the eagle stared back at him, and its blood continued to tarnish the savannah, an omen that promised at least four years of misfortune to the land.
The boy of fifteen ran a hand over his shaved head and fidgeted with his machete. He held in a scream. Whether it was of fury or despair he was not sure. His shadow elongated on the acacia’s trunk where the eagle lay. The sun was near the underworld, and when it succumbed, the dark world of the savannah would emerge.
Already the hippos growled, eager to breach and walk on land after their day-long soak. Hyenas cackled at the yelps of the spotted hunting dogs as they jockeyed for the last few puddles that remained of the watering hole. A shift in the grass made Kamau grip the pouch of rocks on his hip. His sling wouldn’t be enough to kill a hungry predator, but it was enough to force them to retreat and find an easier meal.
“I should let them eat me,” Kamau said to the perished bird. Its corpse had already attracted a circle of vultures.
A mauling would be preferable over returning to camp and Vunguza empty handed. His death song would at least be a tragic lament about a boy cut down in his prime, rather than the farce of continued failure that it currently was. That was of course if mother and father would even permit Spirit Master Abedi to sing over his body as it burned. The honor was preserved for Kimoni who distinguished themselves by providing boons and prestige to the clan. Men like his elder brother, Masilo. A mauling hardly amounted to much honor or prestige. The only honor such a death could provide was that he was an example of what not to do for future initiates. A distinction he already held.
Bitterness swelled Kamau’s tongue at the thought of presenting himself to father and mother, the Lord and Lady of the Kitwana Savannah, without the Crowned Eagle.
“So, you have chosen to shame us further….” Father, Lord Abasi Kimoni the Iron Hearted, would say.
“I was a fool to believe your atrocious performance during the Akanma Hunt was the full depth of your incompetence, boy,” Mother, Lady Mariama Kimoni, the Maiden of a Thousand Lies, would agree. Â
A fresh wave of anger gripped his stomach. Kamau ran his fingers across the ground, searching for tracks. This wouldn’t be how he presented himself. This wouldn’t be his end. He wouldn’t be an incompetent impotent for another year. If the thief was sloppy enough to leave such a mess, he would certainly leave behind a trail.
Kamau squinted at the ground in the fading light. Hoping, however vainly, that the ground would yield its secrets before his glare. The savannah grass pricked at his feet while a steady line of insects feasted on his torso, producing a maze of bites. Kamau’s shadow nearly overtook the acacia when the ground permitted discovery of its first secret, a blowpipe and a sole dart.
He raised an eyebrow at this. The eagle had no piercing wounds. Perhaps the thief attempted to use the dart, but the eagle spotted him? But why would he have only the one? Kamau pushed the question aside and slid the pipe and dart into his trousers before continuing his crawling vigil.
Finally, he found them. Faded as they were, the footprints were clear enough to follow. They moved to the northeast.
Kamau brushed off the collection of dirt, grass, and insects that formed on his chest, and unwrapped the sling around his wrist. The eagle was out of his reach, but he could capture the thief. Kimoni law, after all, forbade the hunt of the crowned eagle by freemen and slave alike. The crime was punishable by flogging, dismemberment, enslavement, or death, depending on the skill of their assigned arbiter.
The thief’s capture had to be an act worthy of manhood and prestige. A different quarry perhaps but captured with the same techniques. Moreover, he was enforcing Father’s law. Was that not the primary duty of any Kimoni man?
Master Abedi would smile at his return with the thief in tow. The Spirit Master would declare Kamau a man before Father and Mother. They would see him, truly see him, as a son of the Kimoni worthy of their ancestors’ blood flowing through him. Father would place a hand on his shoulder and say all was forgiven for his foolishness during the Akanma Hunt. He would be given a proper spear, a collection of men, and be assigned to the west or south to protect their borders, where he would further distinguish himself. Â
Perhaps then, they would look at him as they did his brother Masilo.
Kamau nodded to himself and cut down several branches from the tree and wrapped dry grass around them. As fire blazed over his completed torch, Kamau held out his machete and took a breath before following the trail northeast.
He would be Kamau, man of the Kimoni clan before this night was over.Â
This is the most epic Fantasy I have read in a long time. Cecil B. DeMille would have a field day making it a film. It is a story of magical and political manipulation occurring in a complex, barbarous world based on ancient times in sub-Saharan Africa. The physical and social settings benefit from rich and plentiful worldbuilding. The actions and mannerisms of the players are recounted in miniscule detail as well.
The three main characters have modern attitudes and ideals, but they somehow survive in this primitive culture, a stratified, cruel and repressive society where child rearing is done by threat and punishment, and 100% success is barely enough. I found it a bit of a stretch that three such characters would be born into the same royal family in such a society. Also, this kind of atmosphere creates a delicate balance, because too much repression and harassment eventually become unpleasant for many readers.
It is an interesting exercise to watch these characters from the points of view of their siblings, as the inner motivations and attitudes of each are so different from what the others observe. These three stand out as fully dimensioned, sympathetic characters who develop naturally as the story progresses. The many secondary characters are also better rounded than usual, and considerable time is spent on revealing personalities, histories, clothing and behaviour.
The rest of the story is taken up with the multi-levelled conflict, with tension boiling under the surface of diplomatic words, and traitors behind every corner. The main external threats the realm faces are both political and magical. Every move is hedged around by a labyrinth of treaties and other considerations. Every maneuver is accomplished through a haggle of office politics, no matter how small the favour, how low caste the servant.Â
The magical conflict approaches too much of a good thing. It involves the traditional African range of demons, witches, and sorcerers. Then zombies appear. And teleportation portals. This overabundance actually reduces the suspense, as we are soon sated by the constant new magical powers that seem to solve every scene. The action is somewhat rescued by many battle scenes of all sizes and configurations, fully described in all their gory detail.Â
In total, I found this book entertaining but rather overwhelming, although the second half improved once the conflict became more defined and we got to know the characters better.
Highly recommended for fans of political intrigue and epic sagas. Â