The woman, with the havoc she heard will happen to her forced her more into a louder howl of anguish as she in this way continued rolling on the ground.
But not a blink of mercy Osabiegun had, his words had always remained his words and for the fact that her son trespassed him as against the tradition of the land and even escaped that he would not be caught, left him in a vast vexation.
At once, one of the royal guards executed his command which carried strength and efficiency to which threw the old woman into the dungeon.
Even to the royal guard the woman had continued to plead for mercy but a strike of his hand on her face ordered her silence and all that berated out of her broken lips remained the gnashing of her teeth.
Osabiegun who had before stood steadfast on his feet went back unto his seat in his throne and his greetings the chiefs and elders paid gently.
Definitely as the chiefs and elders had understood, if anyone dares Osabiegun with nonsensical words at this moment can easily throw them into the dungeon and if they thought they will get out of the dungeon would be to them a great lie.
Only with this had silence continued to rule in the palace for no one had dared a word not even Eleburu who was still trying to understand the moment nor even Oranmiyan who was his son.
The eldest priest in his gentle words persuaded Osabiegun into his solace, after a long moment even when Osabiegun still had daggers in his eyes.
According to his words, a stone shall not fall from the sky and kill everyone on earth. That his thunder always struck his enemy was enough. He should not pay the sin of one on the heads of everyone.
In this way the eldest priest, the whole of the chiefs and elders and even Oranmiyan and the birth attendant fell on the ground and pleaded for mercy.
That, Osabiegun showed them grace and should not condemn them for a sin they know nothing about. They continued to cry which lured the royal bard deeply into a song even as he had not stopped comforting Osabiegun with gentle breeze.
In his voice he raised up over his head as his veins cropped out from his neck and shrouded round his forehead told the tale of a dog which will always play with his puppies with his teeth and yet bite his enemy with the same teeth.
In his song he further remInded Osabiegun for the words of his father's father and even if he had not been born, his own father, the royal bard before him had told him the tale.
That in the hands of the King remained the restfulness that flows forth into the village for whatever that happens to his people is the sole responsibility of his alone.
That Osabiegun be calm, for his cutlass already ignited the fire that can destroy, he sang.
With only this, the gentless inside of the eyes of Osabiegun prevailed over his pique as he now commanded the rise of the chiefs and elders and Oranmiyan, including the eldest priest who had fallen to the ground.
The words of appreciation that Osabiegun harkened to their words they said happily as they finally glued their buttocks on the mat before the King as always.
Eleburu, who noticed a sudden calm needed to be ascertained again if the marriage between Ifa-ile and Ilupeju would still hold as it had been agreed before.
His smile he led before his words and the moment he spoke had all his entourage backed up his demands with their smile emigrating from their cheek with the screeching sound which almost led the whole of the chiefs and elders into their own irk.
According to the words the chiefs and elders murmured among themselves, it was totally unnecessary for Eleburu to have asked the question the second time. For the words of Osabiegun remained his words and if he vexed him again will only him seek his forgiveness.
That, Oranmiyan should choose among his beautiful princesses he brought with him, or if he would not mind could take all of the princesses he said again without minding the roll of his tongue as he accompanied his words with another horrible widened smile he displayed on his cheek.
Even though Oranmiyan was displeased with the fact that they must solidify a relationship with Ilupeju through a marriage as the command from the witches had instructed and if disobeyed shall they regret all of their lives.
He had no choice than to harken to the words of the witches and more so, his father who had then looked at him and with the command in his eyes, instructed him to indeed pick one from the princesses before them.
Majestically, he rose from his seat beside Osabiegun and fixed a longer stare on the princesses at the left hand side of Eleburu.
For the quiet moment he stared at her, if she thought she would be taken she was disappointed as his mind already condemned her for her big lips like the long beak of a hen.
Slowly, with the turning of his eyes, he fixed a stare on the other princess. But with her eyes as big as the hole in a big calabash and her widened cheek for a smile that paved way for her to be an imbecile, he quickly poked at the first one and chose her as his second queen of the future.
As Oranmiyan walked back to his seat beside Osabiegun had Osabiegun commanded the rise of the princess Oranmiyan had chosen and he checked her out for himself with his stare that washed her from head to toe.
But the one he chose was not as beautiful as the other one was the word of Osabiegun to Oranmiyan.
That he cannot force his love on him, that even a father and a son always pursue different wants, Osabiegun further stressed as even the chiefs and elders had not stopped to gossip among themselves for the wrong princess Oranmiyan had chosen.
In a single word to Eleburu, Osabiegun had told him to return for the feast of their marriage but as of now, he can therefore leave braced Eleburu on his feet and his entourage on his feet and his royal bard who began now to sing the eulogy Eleburu.
Even as they further walked out of the palace of Ifa-ile and distance away from the midst of Osabiegun and the chiefs and elders, Oranmiyan including the eldest priest, the voices of the royal bard could still be heard.
According to his words which flew back into their hearings, the god of light answered their desire in the tongue of Eleburu to Osabiegun.
Osabiegun who indeed played deaf to the words he heard the royal bard from Ilupeju say from a distance away gently laid his horsetail whisk on the shoulder of the birth attendant who was now kneeling closely before him.
For the sacrifice the witches had demanded they must now offer what she already knew as a former slave of the palace. The instrument for this kind of sacrifice and what will happen if they fail to offer this sacrifice?
That the king should worry not was what she said confidently as her word sounded more convincingly and even if they needed ten of the male children born at the hour of the night, more than enough of them are at the house of birth.
The word of prayer Osabiegun gently chewed in his mouth to which yet again he laid his horsetail whisk on the shoulder of the birth attendant and for only this reason shall she be rewarded.
Only with the snap of his finger had one the royal guards standing closer to Osabiegun harkened to his command as he went further inside of the palace and summoned out enough numbers of the royal slaves who had brought with them enough beads, cowries and different attires of different beautiful colours.
That with this, she can wear or sell at her own will was the words of Osabiegun which expanded the chiefs and elders into a long laughter.
With one voice the chiefs and elders gently chorused their happiness as they had not failed to instruct the birth attendant not to forget to keep this a secret as their laughter had now shrunk slowly into a small smile.
That in the morning they would visit her at the house of birth to which she must have prepared the one they will offer. for the sacrifice shall hold in the night that follows was the words of the eldest priest.
In obedience she harkened to their words as she confirmed to do everything just the way they wanted it. Even with happiness that unconsciously revealed on her face, the royal slaves had not failed to lift all her gifts for her sake as according to the command of Osabiegun, they must help her lift her gift to her place where she needed them.