Umande heard a lioness scream. Galvanized, she broke off her pursuit of a calf and searched frantically for the source. Lying in the grass trembling was a golden body smeared with its own red blood. Trembling, she drew close.

“Momma!! Oh gods!!”

Wide-eyed, Kako reached for her with her one good arm. “Mandy, go get Mabatu! Quick!”

“Momma!!”

“Go, honey tree! Run! Get Mabatu!”

Umande, sobbing, ran screaming past her pride sisters. “Kako’s dying!! Get Mabatu!!”

“Which one??”

“Both of them!”

Umande and Shennanii rushed back to the Pride Kopje and saw Mabatu and Baba going over some star lore and laughing, blissfully unaware of the tragedy unfolding near the termite mounds.

“Come quick!” Mandy shouted. “It’s Kako! Hurry!”

Mabatu and Baba tore across the grassland. The peaceful stars were beginning to come out, and a hush was settling across the land. Crickets serenaded the newborn moon and a distant hyena was heard serenading his lady love. With maddening consistency, the flow of life did not pause even for a minute as Kako lay gasping in a pool of her own blood.

Mabatu drew near and shuddered. She started to say something to him, but she looked over and saw Baba. "Be strong. Remember the promise."

“Even now?”

“Even now.”

"You were a good friend to me."

"So long, my king.”

"Yes, my friend. So long."

Baba drew near. Tears streamed down his cheeks. “Oh Momma!”

“My little boy! Oh, but you’re not little anymore, my handsome lion. Be good to Isha.”

Isha fell to the ground and wailed in anguish. Habusu and Lisani huddled next to her and sobbed.

“Don’t die! Please don’t die!” Baba lay his head against her side like a helpless cub. “Oh gods, I can't lose you, I just can't! Get up, Momma! I’ll take you to the shaman! Get up, Momma! Please!"

Mabatu touches his mane softly with a paw. "Nothing can stop it now. Don't spoil her last moments with you."

Baba looked into his mother's eyes. "I love you, Mom! You hear me? I love you."

She managed a weak smile. "You have no idea how much I love you," she said. Her eyes looked over at Mabatu, then closed.

The lionesses sat about stunned. Mabatu got up stiffly and nudged his Prince. "Baba, you lead the roar. She was your mother. I have to go patrol the border now."

"Right now?"

"Yes. I'm sorry." He stroked Baba’s mane. “I remember when my mother died. I know what you’re feeling my son.”

Mabatu left the group and headed off into the trees. He rounded the other side of a small kopje and collapsed.

With his cheek pressed to the earth, he reached out with his forelegs and extended his claws, digging them deeply into the grass and pulling back to plow furrows in the grass. "Kako!! God, why didn't you take me instead?? Why, why??"

His stomach knotted, and tears flooded his eyes. "I must stay in control," he stammered. He raised his head up and pulled up into a crouch, then tried to stand. He bit his lip to keep from crying, but couldn't. "I'm in control. I can do this!"

He raised up on his forepaws, then crumbled to the earth, rolling on his side and curling into a ball of misery, sobbing. "I must stay in control," he hissed through clenched teeth. "I must!"

For many moments he lay there and shuddered, too weak to move. Then with a supreme effort, Mabatu actually struggled to his feet. He turned about and started to head back home. His legs trembled so badly he could hardly control them, and his joints were weak. "I can't let Baba find out," he said. “He must never know.”

His stomach hurt, and tears streamed down his cheeks. He took a couple of steps, then collapsed again and lay helplessly as his body was wracked with powerful sobs that with passing minutes died down to a soft, plaintive utterance like the cries of an infant cub separated from its mother.

"Why, Aiheu?" he whimpered. "Why did you take her from me? Didn't you think I could be trusted?" He rolled on his back. "I was weak for a moment, but I overcame it! I could have withstood temptation!” He covered his eyes with his paws. “Help me! You have to help me! If you still love me, give me strength to go on!"

Just then, Umande breasted the wall of grass and shrubs. She smelled the fresh earth and saw the look on his face. "Oh Dad!" She wept and nuzzled him. "Daddy, I love you so much! So much!"

He pawed her face and kissed her. “My little Mandy! You don’t remember your Mom too well, but honey tree, she loved you with her whole heart! She used to call you Mimo.”

“I remember. Just this morning she called me Mimo, right before we went....” She broke down and wept. “This morning she was so alive! So warm and alive!”

“I know!” Mabatu rubbed his head against her cheek, but then he started. “Are you alone??"

"Yes. I was not followed." She came and laid her head in his soft mane and pawing him desperately. "I couldn't stand it anymore. How can I call Mother my friend?? She was so much more than that! She has to be mourned properly--we can't let her Ka slip away like that."

"You're right, you know." Mabatu looked about and kissed Mandy gently. "Let's do it right. Baba will think I'm proclaiming the border if we’re careful."

Mabatu and Umande got up and climbed to the top of the rock. They waited for Baba's roar of grief, and they picked that moment to answer. "I love you, Mother!" Mandy cried.

"Beloved, my heart is dead!" Mabatu shouted. Tears coursed down his cheeks and he drew in a deep breath, releasing it in a loud, long roar. Umande raised her nose to the sky and joined him. The foundations of heaven were shaken, and the sound of their pain echoed off the distant hills in a hundred eerie permutations.

When the sound finally died down, Mabatu kissed Umande. "Well, Mandy, let's go mark the boundaries. I think I'll need someone to lean on."

"Are you sure you can make it?"

"I have to make it. She died with such courage, surely I can find the strength to pee on a shrub." His voice had renewed strength, but a tear still managed to escape and roll down his cheek. "Honey Tree, I've made some sacrifices for my children, but they were paid back many times over. You are such a comfort to me. I love you."

"I love you too, Dad."

Baba remembered that his new father would sleep in a certain place, but about one moon after his mother died, he noticed that Mabatu made a mysterious pilgrimage. He would reappear in his usual place each morning, but apparently did not spend the night in that spot. This intrigued Baba and one night he determined to follow his father.

Quietly tailing him, Baba watched as King Mabatu walked, ears drooped and tail hanging limply. The King crossed the broad meadow, the creek, and beyond to the termite mounds and the place where Kako died. By her bleached bones--or what was left of them--Mabatu fell on his face and rolled on his back. “Kako!” he sobbed. “Kako! My little Kako!”

Baba, against his better judgment, walked to Mabatu and touched him with his paw.

The old king jerked around. “What are you doing here??”

Tearfully, Baba stroked his mane with a paw. “You don’t have to hide it from me anymore.”

“Hide what??” Mabatu asked fearfully.

“You loved her, didn’t you?”

Mabatu sighed. “Yes, I loved her. Her ties to your father were stronger than death itself. And I loved her stronger than death itself. She knew that--she asked me to be strong for your sake. The poor Nisei, always looking after us, even at the boundaries of death itself!” He pawed Baba’s mane. “Ask me no more about it, Baba. Not if you love me.”

“As you wish, father. But tell me: you come here every night, don’t you.”