Flower on
the rock
If the
Circle of life was going in it’s rightful way, that day should be flooded by
summer rain. A climax of rainy season was called “the water day”, sometimes
even “the day of love”. But that year earth was so dry as year before, and two
years earlier. The disaster, that had come to Prideland, was still holding
whole kingdom in steel grip.
Scar laid
off the green of grass, so he was able even to satisfy his eyes with yellow
colour of savannah – because every colour meant life. Dried grass was fighting
with the sun and still protection those remnants of plain’s vigour from
scorching heat. King appreciated that and was stomping on brave weeds with
authentic respect.
Monarch’s
task was neither easy nor pleasant. He was guarding hyenas, that were wandering
on Prideland and looking for preys. Scar precisely determined, what kind of
carcass scavengers (and his personal subjects) could take, but he didn’t trust
hungry animals. He wanted Shenzi’s clan to give lionesses all meat, that was
still proper to eat for lions kind. And if his confident triplets were usually
obedient, the others hyenas rarely upheld that rule.
“We must
save every gram of food!” thought the king. “And now even more than ever – Zira
and Nuka need fresh preys.”
Wandering
thought empty plain, he often escaped with his thoughts to Priderock, where
were his mate and newborn son. Those thoughts weren’t too merry, because Nuka
still was fighting with strange illness and heavy labour exhausted Zira. And
that was not all – mood on Priderock was awful and Scar was slowly discovering,
that he could count rather on Golden Lionesses, than his original subjects. At
least, desert lionesses willingly were helping in new born prince’s care and
they were showing proper dose of respect for king’s heir. “And for me.” Thought
Scar. “I’m not theirs natural monarch, but Zira’s mate. But they treat as a
real ruler, opposite to Pridelanders, who are still considering Zira as
stranger, not a queen. And that is not right.” Then he spotted Rama and Doria,
carrying dead gnu with them. He run to Golden Ones and looked on prey with
clear joy in his stare.
“Wonderful,
my dears!” he greeted they cordially. “You are irreplaceable.”
“Thank you,
my lord.” Replied Rama. “But this is not our merit. Gnu died because of
sunstroke.”
“But it’s
still eatable.” Added younger Doria quickly. “I would say: delicious.”
Whispered with dreamy voice and lick her dry lips. Part of prey was devoured,
but that was just a portion for two lionesses for light meal. And Golden Ones
could eat even half of gnu and later tell king, that they had found prey in
that condition. “But no... They are too truthful and too faithful for theirs
queen, even in hunger. I haven’t deserved for such a subjects.” Thought Scar.
“Don’t toil
at it so much.” Said king. “Put that gnu on my back and just help me to
maintain balance. I’ll carry it on the Priderock. It would be faster and...”
“No, sir.”
Interrupted him Rama. „This is our duty. You have to guard your kingdom.” And
seeing anxiety in monarch’s eyes, she added. “We will handle it, and we will
take it home, as soon, as it’s possible. Don’t worry, Zira will get solid meal
before sunset.”
In spite of
request and suggestions, they didn’t want Scar to help them. So monarch nodded
his head with thankfulness and started on savannah-watch. Also, he had
something else on mind. He felt very unpleasant, because of it – he was seeing
whole pride (at least, its golden part) in hurry with daily duties, doing
theirs best to take care of queen and prince. And he was going to deal with
almost private matter. Of course, if king still have some private matters. He
wanted to get back quickly, before next dawn, but he wasn’t sure if he did it.
Outlands were dangerous and king Scar knew it well.
*
Rama and
Doria came to Priderock just before the sunset, raising burst of joy among the
lionesses. Such a feast was rare in times of drought, both for Pridelanders and
Golden Ones. Due to unexpected holiday, Zira allowed every subject to take
additional portion of water from Priderock’s own source in lower caves (Scar
allowed for that very seldom), so the meal become a joyful celebration. King
hasn’t returned for night, but huntresses soothed queen, that he was going on
further patrol. Zira, a bit disappointed, but calmed down went to monarch’s
chamber to lull to sleep Nuka.
Cub,
satisfied and watered seemed to be stronger and healthier. He didn’t coughed so
often and probably due to very good huntings in that week, he started to show
typical cubbish vigour. Zira smiled, seeing as her son was carefully playing
with Yakta and newborn Hawaa. Girl was only a week old, so Nuka (for a case,
heavily guarded by Kilia) very gentle treated the youngest member of the pride.
“They can
live together in peace...” thought queen, watching the cubs. “If only Kilia
showed me at least part of trust, that Hawaa gave to Nuka, we would be the
perfect pride.” But cub’s mother just didn’t liked Golden Ones. When Zira
entered the chamber, she raised up and officially bow her head. It looked sham
and false.
“Go and eat
something.” Ask queen. “I’ll watch them.”
“Yes,
ma’am.” Replied Pridelandress indifferent. She licked Hawaa’s head and went out
to the hall.
And Zira
laid next to trio of cubs, with tenderness stroking all young ones. As a queen
she should be as a mother to all pridemembers, whatever Pridelandresses
thought. So the airy mood of that evening was disturbing only by one thing. “We
met year ago.” Thought Zira. “I know: he is a king and he has his duties. But
he should remember. If he really had to go tonight?”
*
Sarabi and
Sarafina was looking on hyenas, that were laying on Priderock’s foot.
Scavengers were calm, maybe even unnatural calm as for situation, when Scar was
not there. Clan was usually clearly scorning lionesses, of course not in case,
when king was near. Hyenas were afraid only of Scar, maybe because only him had
courage to give orders and to punish his personal subjects. Few times Sarabi
was sure, that scavengers were close to kill king, when he was merciless
disciplining clan. But up to that day, hyenas never rioted against they
benefactor. Because of that single reason, former queen wished, that Scar was
in place. Just in case.
“I don’t
like it.” Murmured to her friend. “They are too quiet.” Sarafina gave a look on
over hundred of scavengers and replied.
“Scar was
disciplining they last days. You know – drill and far huntings. Maybe he was
intending to exhaust them and show who is in charge here? It would be good
idea, especially before longer patrol. But I wished he was here anyway. I don’t
fell safe.” She looked on former queen with curiosity. “By the way... Don’t you
know where he went? It’s unlike for him, especially since... he took Zira as
his mate.”
“No, I
don’t know.” Lied Sarabi. “Don’t worry. Better go sleep. I must take a walk.”
She said and started on path downhill, just in hyenas direction.
“Wait!”
called Sarafina. “Isn’t it a little... dangerous?”
“No.”
replied former queen. She entered clan’s area with expression of superiority on her face. It was even hard to
say, who despise whom more. And Sarabi quickly pass next to the scavengers and
started to march due north. She didn’t know, why paws were carrying her in that
direction, but she knew, that night she wasn’t able to sleep anyway.
It had
happened three years earlier, just in “the day of love”. That day fatal duel
between Taka and Mufasa took place. After that younger prince was militated and
exiled. Year after that, he returned from Outlands, but as a different lion,
odd to Sarabi. In spite of that from time to time in lioness heart sounded
voice of regret and remorse, that supported venomous words of Scar. “Yes. I
have killed Taka and for Taka I’m crying tonight.” Thought former queen. “Who
knows? Maybe in his memory still remained some remnants of our love? For what
else he could run out the pride tonight?” Because of that she had to find the
king and check how many of old Taka remained in Scar. Since king’s relationship
with Zira, Sarabi started one again to bereave after long lost love, like she
missed it just jest she understood, it’s ultimately lost.
She came to
the Border River. Of course, word “border” should be taken in invert, because
old great bed had shrunken to pathetic creek of dirty and salt water. It was
unable to drink for almost every creature. The fate of river was most stunning
example of drought’s menace. Sarabi could cross this swam without any problem.
So she did it and entered the Outlands.
And the
Outlands were silent as ever. Both in rainy season and dryer times it was dead
and deaf. Even the Great Drought couldn’t corrupt that land more. In fullmoon
light high rocks and termite mounds were seen clearly on the horizon. From high
cliff over the river Sarabi was watching that cursed soil, felling, that somewhere
was her old King of Plateau.
*
Scar
hadn't been on a trip on Outlands since long time. Actually, since the day of
coronation. Most of knowledge about that dead land he had from earlier times of
his youth. From... "No, that isn't even worthy to remind." muttered
silently, throwing away aching memories. shapes of termites mound associated in his mind with days
before Zira, before his reign, death of Mufasa, even before exile. "But
one day, I came here for her." added with anger. "That was
pathetic!"
That took
place over three years earlier. Afrer some argument with his father, Taka was
banished for a week outside the borders of kingdom and was airy wandering on
northern bank of the Border River. Because Sarabi wasn't able to accompany him all the time (due to
her duties in the pride), for most of his exile, prince was spending alone,
discovering secrets of his homeland's vicinity.
"Just few more such expeditions..." though Taka someday with irony.
"...and I'll became better guy for shaman's place than Rastarian, because
I know lot more about our country than him!" He actually knew many
mysteries of cursed plateau. He remembered day, when he had been waiting for
Sarabi's coming. Usually, he tried to find something for her, just a symbolic
gift. Sometimes it was some delicious prey (say it straight - it was rather
odd, because Taka in that times before hard school of his year-exile, was a
poor hunter), sometimes kind of special keepsake. But then the Outlands seemed to be washed of from any
delicious creature or treasure. In desperation Taka tried to climb on one from
high rock-massif. He was swayed by some blue
shadow, that was noticeable on the top. A spot of raw colour was clearly
seen on grey rock.
After
almost half an hour of that unusual climbing (although Taka was skilled in
trips like that, but that rock was really hard to take) he got to the highest
ledge of massif. There he noticed with amaze a tuft of fresh grass and a single
beautiful blue flower inside of it.
“Well,
well, well...” he murmured. “And how did you sprouted here, my weed?”
He gentle
grabbed its stem with teethes and pull it out. The way back was shorter – much
shorter, mainly because Taka had already known the route and also because he
few times slipped with uncontrolled slide. So he stood on the solid ground just
ten minutes after he started to return. And Sarabi was already waiting.
“You have
a strange hobby.” Purred lioness with both amusement and anxiety, seeing
exhausted beloved. “I don’t think if that is safe.”
“Most
likely is not, but worthy of prize.” Panted Taka, coming to her. He bowed his
head and giving her blue plant.
“It’s for
me?” asked lioness with surprise. “You climbed there for me?”
She licked
prince’s forehead and stick the flower over ear.
Three
years later Scar was stubbornly marching to the same rock, hoping for similar
prize. “If then that weed was able to grow with almost no water, why it
shouldn’t be some other plant today?” he thought with expectancy. When
Prideland was dying and it was extremely hard to find some flower (or even any
other fresh weed) on it, grey rock from the Outlands seemed to be an oasis of
life, at lest in king’s eyes.
Scar went
to rock-wall and carefully touched the crag. It passed few years since he had
been climbing for the last time. And then he was younger and (what was even
more important) well fed. That day he felt some dizziness because of hunger (he
hadn’t eaten a solid meat since day before) and dryness was soaring his throat.
In spite of that he extended his claws and hit the wall. At least he could
count on his nails – they were sharp and tough the same as in old times. “Maybe
the blood has strengthen them.” Added in mind and started to climb.
He was going
carefully and slowly, watching every step he took. He knew that he had to
remain extreme caution due to hunger and thirst. He made few breaks
to calm his fastened breathing, using every ledge he could. On that night sky
was clear so both stars and fullmoon were illuminating his way.
Only one
time he got into serious trouble and not his body failed him but rock itself.
He grabbed some stone heavily tucking claws in it but eroded limestone broke.
Lion found himself hanging on just two paws (left foreleg and right rear leg)
just over twenty meters of abyss – much too high to thinking about fall.
“Calm
down!” he ordered himself. He took a deep breath and tucked right foreleg into
limestone. For next minute he was hanging in that way to regain breath and then
he lifted his body on nearest ledge. “It’s high time to rest a little.” He
thought.
On the
top, or at lest on the highest ledge he could, he got at midnight. He laid on
the rock to prevail dizziness and exhaustion, then after several minutes he
woke up and looked around... to find nothing.
“Nothing.”
He whispered with disappointment.
On the
ledge still was growing that tuft of grass – fresh and green, unlike to any
other weed in times of drought. Although that there was no flower inside. Scar
bended over the tuft. “So much effort in vain... And what I’m supposed to give
to Zira?” He looked from the top due south where shape of Priderock was clearly
visible on he horizon. There was sleeping his queen, his son and his whole
pride.
“Pride”
thought king. “How hard to love you all. You don’t respect me and don’t want
me. Still you’re crying for Mufasa, for his brute strength and ignorant pride.
But it won’t change anything – I am your king, doesn’t matter you don’t trust
me. I must guide you in time of drought. And I must love you all, although I
don’t like some of you.” He growled silently, like he was claiming his rights
even to that deal land. Then he moved to path downhill and started to going
back.
Just for
coincidence he took some other route. It wasn’t easier or shorter but king
wanted to watch his home even during his way. He was sliding down on eroded
limestone, painfully scratching his belly with sharp stones. And suddenly he
stood on small ledge.
“O!” he
amazed, sensing soft grass under his rear paws. Tired, he wanted to laid
himself on the ledge, but he restrained in list moment. He noticed unexpected
blue spot in tuft of weeds. Gentle he draw bushes to see the flower in all its
beauty just the same like had found three years earlier. “Here you are!” he smiled.
“On southern slope, shielded from rays of midday sun.” It was small, barely
growing over the grass, but its strong roots made some unexpected resistance
against jaws of the king. Scar, who usually not likely subjects to aesthetic
sentiments, had to admit that it was beautiful. “It has grown here, although it
shouldn’t. I found it, although I haven’t deserved it. It will be perfect gift
for Zira because it is like Zira itself.” He grabbed plant in jaws with pride.
Then he continued his way down.
And Sarabi
was waiting on the rock’s foot, just like in old days. Lion was so surprised
that in first impulse he extended his claws and pounced on mysterious shadow.
He froze with paw next to old beloved neck.
“You...”
he whispered.
“Me.” She
nodded with calm but sorrowful voice. “It’s for her?”
“For
her.” Confirmed king. He released plant from jaws and avoiding Sarabi’s stare
he examined his prey. It was intact.
“I
knew... Just I wanted to be sure.” Added lioness uncertainly.
“Let go
back home.” Said Scar. “Tomorrow will be a hot day.
Without a
word he started to river’s cliff. He only one took a look behind to check if
Sarabi was following. They were marching in silence until they reached edge of
bluff. When steps ceased, Scar heard that she was crying silently.
“Believe
me, I wish we could go separately. But it’s too dangerous.” Explained or
excused of that situation.
“Are you
saying that my safety is still bothering you?” she asked. In spite of shivering
voice, some tune of irony was heard.
“Yes, of
course.” Replied ruler, looking on lioness with serious stare. “I’m responsible
for you like for any other subject.” After longer while of silence he added so
gentle as he was able. “Understand me, Sarabi – some things cannot be undone.
This is a flower from Scar for Zira, not from Taka for Sarabi. I can’t help
it.”
“I
know...” said former queen. “But it’s so hard! You have her, but I’m all
alone.”
“Well...
Not all I think.” Replied blackmaned carefully. He went to lioness and sat just
before her. “Look there, on the sky.” She raised her stare.
Firmament
was still clear and lighten by the moon and countless stars. Bright points of
sky seemed that night much closed to the earth than anytime. Scar knew that was
caused by an optical illusion – air-made lens which made some kind of vertical
<fata morgana> but he didn’t want to explain this to Sarabi and kill that
magic atmosphere. He said, trying to sound like old Taka:
“Somewhere
upthere there are... all of them. Those whom we love and those whom we love
not, but we are still bound with them. When I felt bad I used to gaze on and
speak with Stars. Many times I felt that my mother was looking on me... And
sometimes king Ahadi too. I know that such a view can’t change anything from
our troubles here, but it’s helping much. Brings serious relief. And...” He
hesitated for few seconds but then continued with profound whisper. “And Mufasa
is there too. I’m think that he is looking on you tonight. So you are not all
alone.”
Cry of
lioness stopped and she turn her eyes on Scar with sudden mixture of surprise
and gratitude.
“Do you
believe in that?”
“No. I’m
sure of that.” Specified Scar.
Sarabi
went to brother-in-law and her former mate. She gentle licked his cheek and sat
down next to the edge. In silence she raised her head to the Stars.
“I will
wait down there.” Said king. “But you don’t have to hurry.”
“Thank
you.” She replied with hollow voice.
Scar went
to the river bank, still holding carefully blue flower in his jaws. He sat on
dried beach and turned his stare on the sky too. He was waiting for any voice
or even whisper from above. Sometimes mother came to her and for long minutes
she was remaining with him in sensible although immaterial hug. Sometimes
blackmaned felt different presence – of his father. King Ahadi use to be far but
somehow in his imperfect way he expressed remorse and longing for younger son.
But on that night Scar felt someone other’s whisper. He listened carefully
those silent word and sighed from surprise.
“Mufasa?”
Until
that time, brother called him only with anger and bitter reproaches. But then
was completely different. For short moment former king spoke to his kin and
killer like loving and forgiving brother. Warm but no hot wind swoop the ruler
and his black mane raised with blow.
“Thank
you.” Distant words sounded in monarch’s ears. “Thank you that you reminded
Sarabi about me.” But it could be just an illusion, not uncommon for starving
and thirsting lion.
*
They
returned on Priderock just before the dawn. On their way they hadn’t spoken
much but those silence was no longer a cold war but act of suspension of
hostility. Sarabi almost extinguished fire of anger in her heart, although
somewhere deep in her mind she still was avid to see Scar’s death. But night
with Mufasa calmed her rage and for long months cooled this hatred. It all
changed half a year later but... that is completely different story.
And Scar
entered silently the royal cave where he found Zira sleeping with Nuka in her
embrace. Blackmaned gentle put the flower over her ear and laid next to her.
Zira’s dreams weren’t too pleasant, probably because of bitter awareness that
her mate forget about theirs anniversary. But her spirit’s perfect instinct
told her to open her eyes. She saw Scar, laying before her exhausted and
looking on her with delight in his eyes.
“Beautiful”
he whispered. “Beautiful as the flower on the rock.”