The Halo Breed

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

THE HALO BREED

SEASON 1

IN THE HALOS

A WEEKEND STORY

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EPISODE 14

The huge room was dead quiet.

The House of Representatives was a huge, imposing building smack in the centre of Densua. It was painted an abysmal black, with deep ash on its upper levels. However, taken in totality, it was a very imposing edifice.

Its central hall had a huge, round glass-topped table.

The curtains in the room were a red tapestry, hanging from the edge of the ceiling to the floor. It had lower and upper terraces where people could sit on days that the sitting was open to people.

That morning, however, all the terraces were empty.

The people in the room were the twenty men and ten women who formed the Representatives, and they were all sitting around the table.

They were dressed in shades of red and black to signify the mourning of the great king. They were aged people who knew the history of Densua and had been appointed by the SLOD.

Michael Badu Arkoh, was the Spiritual Leader of Densua, SLOD.

He was very old, but he still had an upright gait. He always walked with the aid of a long staff. The man was short and wiry, with a shock of silver hair now hidden by the ceremonial hat he was wearing.

His robes, made of fine linen, was bulbous, making him look lost in it.

He was sitting at the head of the table, his seat huge, like a throne. The other members were grouped around him, and sitting morosely at the foot of the table, near the entrance, was Prince Dan Baffour Koduah.

Standing behind him in full military regalia was Kobby Obeng.

The meeting had been going on for almost an hour now, and voting had just taken place.

The members of the House of Representatives of Densua, who had the power to make laws and help the king make key decisions, had a simple way of voting.

Each of them had two knobs in front of them. One was marked red, the other white. In the middle of the table was a slim, cylindrical, transparent tube which was calibrated into two equal parts. When a knob was pressed, it released colour in the tube, red or white. The white colour diffused into the tube from the top whilst the red colour diffused from the bottom.

Today, the voting had been on ‘yes’ or ‘no’ pattern.

Once depressed, a knob would stay depressed for twenty-hours, preventing a change in a vote, or double voting.

They had each pressed a knob, white for yes, red for no.

The white colour had descended until it covered about three-quarters of the tube. The red colour was a minimal rise from the bottom.

It indicated massive voting for the ‘yes.’

A sly smile crept up Prince Baffour Koduah’s face when he saw this.

It was a win for him.

His dark eyes now rested on the SLOD.

“Honourable SLOD, your members have spoken,” he said in a fierce, sinister voice. “They want me as the next king. Will you confirm and affirm this? As I told you, my wedding will precede my father’s burial. I want a wife that can console me to be by my side before I put my father into the ground!”

The old SLOD looked bleakly around the table at his members who had shocked him so much!

How on earth could the prince get such a majority of representatives voting for him? They were all cowards! Greedy cowards who were now looking for material things!

The SLOD was old and had no fear of death or use for further financial and material gains. His old heart beat with trepidation as he looked at the gloating prince and the grim-faced members of the House.

He sighed and removed his long hat and put it gently in front of him.

“It seems to me that the House has spoken, indeed,” he said softly. “They have chosen the prince to lead, and I have no say in that. But, in all my years of learning the history of Densua, I have never heard of a successor marrying before a fallen king is buried.”

“It is my wish that I marry first, Honourable SLOD!” the prince said angrily. “Even you, are subject to the will of the Soon-to-be King!”

His harsh voice made the other representatives around the table murmur uncomfortably.

All of them revered the SLOD.

“Indeed, I’m not above the laws of Densua, Prince Dan,” Michael Badu said as he leaned forward. “But, as we’re all gathered here, and with all honesty, I can tell you that your father did not want you to succeed him. Indeed, he sent a letter to us seeking approval to make Gus Kukah the caretaker king!”

“A dangerous undertaken, SLOD!” the prince shouted. “That was the litmus that made Gus Kukah murder my father!”

“Stop the blasphemy!” the SLOD screamed and got to his feet. “That is the one thing I find so offensive in all this sad and cancerous debacle! You can have the kingdom, and you can marry a million women before you’re made king! But I will not suffer you to go on soiling the name of Gus Kukah! That man was a true son of Densua, and even in any acute madness he would never have lifted his hand against the king!”

“Are you calling me a liar?” Prince Dan hissed in a sinister voice and got to his feet, his face filled with wrath.

“No, my Prince, I know laws that make it a crime to call the Soon-to-be King a liar, but I’m telling you that whoever bore the first witness about seeing Warrior Gus striking the king is a liar!”

The atmosphere was electric and charged.

The other members looked from the prince to the SLOD with bated and alarmed breaths.

“Please, gentlemen, let us strive for peace, for the peace of the land rests in us,” said Representative Mavis Tease, an elderly woman who, together with the SLOD, had voted against the prince being made king. “Honourable SLOD, please, with all humility, the House has spoken, and the Prince’s word is now law.”

Michael Arkoh Badu got to his feet and looked at the smouldering face of the prince.

“If indeed, the king chose you before he died, and ordered the death of Gus Kukah, which you carried out, then we are in no doubt that the king also passed on the G.E.T to you,” he said softly. “That will prove, above all things, that you’re indeed the Chosen One. Will you be kind enough to show us the G.E.T? After all, fifteen years from now, you will be required to go with us and use it to strengthen the tenements.”

There was a heavy silence in the room as Prince Dan stared at the man with great smouldering hatred.

“What are you talking about?” he asked in a chagrined voice. “What craziness has crawled into your head now?”

The Representatives gasped and stared at the prince with horror all over their faces. They began to murmur frantically.

“Will you shut up?” Dan roared furiously. “I asked a question! Can somebody answer me?”

“Are you saying that you don’t have the Golden Elemental Totem?” the SLOD asked in a menacing voice. “It is the ring that the king – and all kings of Densua – kept in their foreheads to strengthen the tenements, and prevent the White Calamity befalling us. You must have it, prince! So, with all due respect, show it to us now!”

Prince Daniel looked around at the stunned faces of the representatives around the table, and for the first time since he put his plans into action, he felt a shiver of fear down his spine. It seemed that even in death, his father had pulled the most damaging trick on his only son.

“If there is such a thing, as you say, then it would still be in my dear father’s bloody forehead!” he said in a vain attempt at bravado.

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