“Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance,” he says to Simba.
“Four hours more of night till dawn,” said Simba, after they had got a little distance off.
We are messengers from the god Jana who speaks through the mouth of Simba the King.
Only Simba's undoubted force of character, and the veneration his long association with Kingozi had inculcated, sustained him.
If he were not yet at M'tela's court, the chances seemed good that Simba and the magic bone had succeeded.
Kalulu pointed to the direction the herd had taken, and without more words the two, Simba and Kalulu, braced themselves for a run.
