“Is this her? Is this the woman that my men have so feared to bring to me?” He said in an amused roar. His men were seasoned, trained, battle proven soldiers who were taught from childhood to not fear death. War had been their mother’s milk, their bedtime stories, and their very life blood, yet suddenly his troops were stricken with fear and of a woman no less!
“This is she Great Ikinya. We beg of you, tread lightly with this woman!” A soldier said approaching with the woman in tow. The soldier, towering over the woman, escorted her forth with such fear and trembling one would think she, and not he, had dealt death to many.
Ikinya watched closely as the woman approached. She was pleasurable to watch, to be certain. Her long skirt, dyed purple, rustled the grass at her bare feet. The blue wrap slung over her right shoulder covered her full breasts, but left the rest of her athletic torso open to view. A long, thick and ornately patterned braid traveled far down her sculpted shoulders and poised back.