The chamber that housed King Nzinga smelled of beeswax and old cedar. Tapers guttered along carved beams, and the low, round table at the room's center was scattered with maps and chipped cups of now-cold drink. Kiprop and Zara entered together; the king rose and offered a weary, grateful smile. Father Nzuzi, General Kazadi, and Lord Mvemba were already seated, faces drawn by too many long nights.
Kiprop did not waste time with courtesies. He placed both palms on the table and looked each man in the eye. "Your Majesty. Lords. We come with a plan that will save the heart of Kongo."
Nzinga steepled his fingers. "Speak plainly, Kiprop."
