Complete Imaro by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub

Machine Translated by Google

during the Hakht, people came in droves from all over Cush to buy his swords.

Arkhaman knew these purchasers dreamed of obtaining Imaro's strength and prowess through the blades he forged.

A vain hope, he thought. Yet no one had yet complained about Imaro's swords. Sometimes it seemed that the essence of the Ilyassai had really melted into its weapons, as they had often saved the life of their owner.

Arkhaman shook his head to clear a dark thought from his mind. He really liked Imaro, was proud to call him his friend. Yet… when he saw Akhini looking at the Ilyassai like he never looked at him, he felt bitter. In those moments, he was furious with himself.

Am I so little compared to him? he wondered. Nope…

A voice from outside interrupted Arkhaman's involuntary reverie.

"Hey, in there!" Can I get in without getting a hammer blow?

Arkhaman knew this voice, like Akhini and Imaro.

"Come in, Pomphis," he cried. We'll lower our hammers, but it's good because it's you.

The silhouette of the arrested entered the open side of the three-walled forge.

He was a Bambuti, a pygmy kidnapped at a very young age from his native forest, Ituri Kubwa, by slavers. Although he was a head and a half shorter than Akhini, his body had adult proportions. The youth of his features belied the thirty rains he had experienced.

Pomphis wore a scholar's hat reflecting his rank in this field. He was Imaro's best friend. Each had saved the other's life more than once during their long and perilous journey to the Cush.

"Uncle Pomphis!" Akhini exclaimed, a smile lighting up her face.

For a moment the young boy stopped activating the bellows. Then he remembered Arkhaman's words, repeated over and over again: Never give up

on a job until it's done. Akhini continued his work.

The iron sword-like bar clutched in his pincers, Imaro looked Pomphis, intrigued. A suspicious wrinkle creased his brow.

"Did you finish the lesson early?"

“Tanisha and Kilewo didn't come to our meeting,” the Bambuti said, his face worried. I went to your house to see what was going on,

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