Dara and Dave were ushered into the throne room.
Dara knelt down whiles Dave prostrated.
"Stand up, you are welcome."
"Thank you ma." Fara and Dave chorused.
"Sit down.. excuse me... Lakunle!" Iyalode called.
The servant hurried in.
"Go to the king's bedroom and call Otun." She ordered.
"We are sorry for some reasons you cannot speak with the king but you can speak to us... we are the chiefs."
Otun came in at that moment and sat.
"Thank you chiefs for granting us audience...
We work with Missions International and our aim is to take the good news to all villages.
We go about from village to village preaching the good news and giving free medical care."
"Free medical care?" Iyalode asked.
"Yes ma, it is free, we do not collect money... We are doing it as the Lord instructed."
"If you don't mind, our doctors would love to go round to examine the villagers... We would also love to talk to the whole village."
"Hmm... Can you call your doctors in to some and examine our king. Or cheifs what do you say to it?" Otun asked.
"I agree." Awero said.
"It's fine by me." Balogun concurred.
Otun stood up and excused himself as Dave also went out to call the Chief Doctor, Maxwell.
"Otun, what is it?" the king asked.
"Some people from Lagos said they go from village to village to treat for free.
We have invited them to come and check you."
"Aren't they going to say the same thing?
... Anyways I don't have a choice, we are seeking for solution everywhere. Bring them in!" The king ordered.
"Kabiyesi! There is nothing wrong with you." Maxwell announced whiles packing his instruments.
"You are okay medically."
"Thank you, young man... that's what the medical doctors have been saying.
Maxwell bowed and went out.
"Cheifs is it not death that remains now?" the Oba asked.
Silence reigned.
Darasimi stood at a corner fighting the urge to pray for the king.
Ezekiel Esther.