Only with the gesture of Eleburu had the royal bard ordered himself into silence and everything that prevailed, remained total quietness.
The chiefs of Eleburu also immediately buried their faces into the earth and Oranmiyan could not help but wonder what could be going on.
That a butterfly seemed harmless because no one has ever seen its anger were the words of the chiefs and they would always emphasize not to never want to see the anger of Eleburu but his grace and happiness.
In their words which thus went on from time to time shall the length of his intelligence become a criteria for the length of his anger. For he who shall aggressively march on the tail of a strange dog shall not escape without being bitten and afflicted with what might lead to death.
That the prince may speak for the reason he came, Eleburu instructed even while his face revealed a small smile and his teeth glow forth from the glory of his mouth.
