- Laith Taher 185
Hammond was waiting impatiently for that moment
for a long time, the moment he stood out from the rest of
the tribe and he dictated something none of them wanted.
“We are not going to fight King Matthew.”
Jarvis became very mad. “What did you say? They
killed my father and my brother,” he shouted even louder.
Hammond shouted back, “Wars have casualties. We
killed some of them just as they killed some of us. People
fight and make peace. This is life. We must be wise. Anger
led us to what we are in now.”
Jarvis was raging like an angry monster and shouted
even louder, “What is this nonsense you are talking? Their
dead are not equal to ours.”
He waived his hands as he continued, “The right is
on our side, and they are on the side of evil.”
“I am the leader and not you,” the leader said in a
calm tone. “I decide what we do.”
“Have you traded the bloods of my father, my
brother, and all of the Prouds?” Jarvis shouted again. “How
much did they pay you?”
Hammond could not put up with what his brother
said and considered it offensive, so he slapped his brother
so strongly that his face turned to other side.
Silence prevailed in the room, and Jarvis turned
back quickly to his brother with his eyes wide open. An
earthquake could have started at that moment. Anything
could have happened.
Jarvis stared at the new leader thinking, How dare
you?