#Chapter156

The new moon climbs up into the cloudless African sky, throwing its reflection down upon the dark waters of the Kafue River, giving the vast African bush veldt a lunar effect. As the heat from the day is sucked up into the heavens, a mist rolls over the river, broken only as the dugout canoe cuts through the water, the paddles silent as they work against the water, moving the hunters closer towards their target.

The three men in the canoe are clothed in the long flowing white robes of the Cult of the Jackal but will disrobe before they venture forth to claim the chosen one, for they...