Chapter Twenty Two_His Haunting Past, Was Catching Up With Him...

The repairs in the Tribe continued for a week, the Zandu Chief and his people working purposefully with their new allies.

The fit members of the Tribe bustled about, trying to restore their beloved Tribe to its former glory.

Nem on his own part worked tirelessly with some of the Tribe's healers, attending to the wounded, and preparing medical supplies.

The Zandu Chief applauded his efforts with glowing words, which attracted the attention of Third Prince Dan.

The Prince General of the Tull Kingdom then carefully observed the person, that made the Zandu Chief speak so approvingly.

Some thoughts skidded across his mind.

Facing the smiling Zandu Chief, he began;

"Your Excellency, you speak so unreservedly of Mirzah.

"What if this Mirzah that is making you happy right now, is a spy sent by your enemies, to infiltrate your Tribe, and pass information to them?"

The Zandu Chief turned his head to look at his Tull ally, then laughed as he shook his head in denial.