PART THREE

Kaiwharawhara, Wellington.

They'd been waiting impatiently for him and three pairs of eyes now watched carefully as he slowly approached. They jostled for position, hoping to seek advantage by pushing each other away as he drew near. Usually the sound of his voice was an indication that he was coming, but not today, no words were heard, and even the speed at which he walked was different, his steps were unusually slow and measured. With squeals of delight, ...