SCENE 44:  UNWELCOME GUESTS

	"...and it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne."  Taka 
paused, biting his lip and looking at the lionesses gathered before him, 
a look of terrible grief etched on his face.  But behind his eyes, 
something capered and danced madly with glee, he had DONE it, by the 
gods, he had finally done it, and no one was the wiser.  Euphoria filled 
him, and he took a deep breath, as if fighting back tears.
	"Yet out of the ashes, we shall rise to greet the dawning of a new 
era, in which lion and hyena come together in a great and glorious 
future!"  At his signal, the hyenas emerged from their hiding places, 
slinking down the rocks and crawling from ravines and gullies, eyes 
gleaming ferally in the faint light of the crescent moon which hung over 
the Pride Lands, looking for all the world like the scythe of the reaper 
come to claim his own.
	Later that evening, a stunned Rafiki was led out of the cave by 
Krull and two other hyenas. 	As he stumbled down the rocky path, shoved 
and pushed about by the two thugs, he recalled numbly the manic look in 
Taka's eyes when Rafiki had confronted him.  "Oh Taka," Rafiki moaned as 
the guards led him away.  "What has happened to you?"
	"Shut up," one of the hyenas growled roughly.  He butted Rafiki in 
the back with his nose, sending the mandrill reeling into the dirt.  
Raucous laughter resounded in Rafiki's ears as he lay there, staring at 
the coarse grass which fluttered in the light breeze.  A shadow 
flickered over his vision, and he glanced up, expecting to see the 
guards looming over him.
	Instead, his eyes met empty air.  He frowned uneasily as Krull 
tongue lashed the other two into a semblance of obedience, then motioned 
to him with a paw.  "Get up, old one.  We don't have all night."
	As they neared the baobab, he wondered nervously if the shock of 
Mufasa's death had clouded his senses.  Shadows flickered in and out of 
his line of sight, yet whenever he turned and tried to seek them out, 
they melted away into the night.  As they ascended into the tree, a 
small voice spoke something inaudible in his ear, and he glanced at 
Krull curiously.  "What?"
	The hyena glared at him.  "By the gods, are you feebleminded?  I 
haven't said anything!"  Nosing him inside, the hyena looked him 
squarely in the face.  "By the King's authority, I have been appointed 
captain of this guard detail.  Know this, prisoner; your life lies in my 
jaws.  Disobey the boundaries His Highness has set, and I will crush it 
between my teeth.  Understood?"
	"Clearly," Rafiki snapped.
	"It is good, then."  Krull nodded to him and departed.
	The mandrill watched him descend and take up station at the foot 
of the tree.  He sighed and sat down, legs dangling over the side of the 
tree as he looked wistfully at the empty spot where Makedde's bed had 
once sat.  He missed his brother terribly, but at least he had been 
spared having to see this tragedy.  Rafiki rubbed his eyes, groaning, 
and glanced at his shadow next to him, sharp and neat in the light of 
the moon which hung low in the sky in front of him-
	His face pinched in confusion.  The crescent moon sat before him 
in the sky.  A quick glance behind him confirmed that his shadow was 
right there at his back, as it should have been.  He glanced to his 
right at the puddle of darkness that lay next to him, wondering where 
the other light was coming from.
	His eyes bulged as the shadow streched out and flitted away, 
seeping into the crevices of the baobab.  A tenebrous whispering sound 
reached his ears again, making him twitch his head reflexively.  His 
hair stood on end as a chill ran down his spine, making him shiver.  
Kneeling, he muttered a quick prayer to Mano and Minshasa, then opened 
his eyes again and looked out at the savannah, a moan escaping his lips 
as he peered about.
	The air about his tree swirled with dancing shapes, flitting here 
and there from shadow to shadow without revealing detail.  A faint 
hissing sound, like rain on the savannah issued from them, and 
occasionally he would catch a swatch of unintelligible whispers.  He 
glanced up at the sky, and saw them whirling about overhead, in a 
faintly circular pattern that seemed vaguely familiar.
	He bolted forward, seizing a limb and swinging upward, flitting 
from branch to branch agilely until he was perched as his favorite 
lookout spot.  It was from here that he loved to watch the sun rise and 
spread its golden rays across the Pride Lands, but he stood now 
helplessly, jaw agape as he watched a much darker dawning take place.
	A roiling mass of blackness, tinged with angry purple at the edges 
danced and shivered over the elephant graveyard.  At one end, a long 
tentacle-like extrusion was protruding towards the spire of Pride Rock, 
and it was from the tip of this that the shadowy shapes emerged, to go 
spiraling down the pinnacle and flowing out over the ground below.
	"The Makei," he whispered.  "The Makei are everywhere, oh gods 
what is happening to us?"  He raised his eyes beseechingly heavenward.  
"Aiheu, help us.  Guide us in our time of need-"
	One of the dark shaped arrowed from the sky, enveloping his chest 
and freezing his breath in his lungs.  A second darted down and 
surrounded his face.  Total blackness enveloped him, and with a startled 
cry he fell through the air, flailing blindly.  He collided with several 
branches before coming to halt with a bone-jarring thud.  Feeling about, 
his hands roved over his staff.  Snatching it up, he swung wildly around 
him, but the only response was a faint trace of laughter.  The cold 
feeling in his chest spread as he groped feebly, hunting for some kind 
of weapon, but his searching hands only found his medicine pouch.  
Falling to his knees, it spilled across the floor of the tree, sending  
roots and herbs in a hectic sprawl.  He sank to his side, fingers 
twitching, and felt the smooth silkiness of a lock of hair at the bottom 
of his bag.  He drew it to him weakly, wanting to feel the brush of the 
fur against his face one last time-
	An unholy shriek drilled into his head.  Suddenly, the veil was 
ripped away, and he saw the brilliant sprawl of stars above him.  The 
benumbed feeling had left his chest as well, and he drew in a deep 
breath, coughing as he glanced at the lock of fur in his fingers.  It 
shone in the dark tree, glowing faintly from within.
	"Mano," he whispered.  "Thank you."  Dragging himself to his feet, 
he looked about.  There was no sign of the dark shapes he had seen 
earlier, but the feeling of malevolence in the air was unmistakable.  It 
beat upon him, and he felt the well of despair threatening to return, 
eagerly waiting to swallow him whole.  He clutched the white fur to his 
chest, and the feeling faded immediately.  Nodding to himself, he picked 
up a torn piece of leather he used to wipe up spilled medicines.  
Wrapping it carefully around the fur, he tied a thin leather thong 
securely around it and slipped it over his neck.  The makeshift locket 
felt warm against his chest as he made his way to the edge of the tree.  
He gazed at Pride Rock slowly, then walked over to the shrine Makedde 
had so carefully hewn into the side of the trunk.  His fingers traced 
the outline of Simba he himself had drawn into the bark as a tear ran 
down his cheek.
	"Poor child.  Innocent and now dead because of me."  Sadly, he 
took his hand and wiped over the painting, smearing the mark of his 
anointing.  "Somehow, some way, I will undo this evil.  I swear I will 
never stop trying till death takes me."



SCENE 45:  THE DROUGHT

	As the months wore on, Rafiki found himself increasingly 
distrusted by the new monarch and his associates.  Taka was no fool, and 
realized that a shaman who could look into the future could just as well 
look into the past; it is far easier to determine what has been than 
what might be.  Rafiki was forced to watch as his scrying bowl was 
reduced to splinters by his hyannic overseers.
	One particularly odious guard took great delight in tormenting 
Rafiki as he wrecked the priceless artifact.  "Don't fret, Painted 
Face," he said.  "I'll help you tell the future.  Let me predict what 
will happen if you don't keep your mouth shut about our great and noble 
king."  He bared his fangs in a cold grin.
	Krull, who took no pleasure in tormenting the old mandrill, cut 
him off with a glare.  "Enough, Skulk.  You are dismissed."
	Skulk spat at him derisevely, but departed willingly enough.  The 
old monkey never fought back anyway, and there was little sport to be 
had in trying to provoke him.
	Rafiki looked at Krull, his intrest piqued.  "Why do you restrain 
them?  Why not let them pound me into the ground?"
	"There is no honor to be found in assaulting a helpless old 
monkey."
	"Helpless?!  Give me my staff, and I will show you how helpless I 
am!"
	"Calm yourself, old one.  It is not hurt I need from you, but 
healing."  He winced, squinting, and Rafiki saw the faint discharge from 
his left eye.  "I thought I had chaff in my eye, but it hurts even worse 
now than it did yesterday.  It requires the services of a healer."  His 
good eye looked into Rafiki's.  "If you are as good as they say you are, 
it won't matter that I am a hyena."    
	Rafiki's features softened.  "I don't know about `good,' but it 
does not matter what you are as long as you feel suffering."  The hyena 
sat as he began to examine the eye gently.
	Krull peered at him curiously from the good eye.  "Why does Scar 
hate you so?"
	"Hasn't he told you?"
	Krull chuckled lightly.  "Let us say for now that he has not.  
What would you tell me?"
	Rafiki stopped his minstrations.  "I would tell you that I am 
partly to blame."  He looked away.  "I had toyed with powers that I did 
not fully understand, and gave a foothold to the curse that burns him."
	Krull's good eye opened wide.  "Hfff!  Honest little chap, aren't 
you?  And yet a half-truth is like a half-carcass--it can be dragged 
twice as far."  He grinned at Rafiki for a moment, then grew somber.  
"Tell me about this curse--help me to understand it."
	Krull cursed inwardly as he recalled uttering those words.  Oh, he 
had found understanding, all right-in the form of servitude to the 
mandrill which lay asleep across the baobab from him.  He watched the 
gentle rise and fall of Rafiki's chest; he appeared to be in the grip of 
sleep.  The peace of night surrounded him on all sides; he might never 
get another chance like this.  Who knew what bewitchment the old monkey 
might thrust upon him when he awoke?  Better to leave now.  He rose on 
silent feet, his eyes gleaming in the dark.
	A few feet away, Rafiki muttered restlessly in the depth of his 
dreams.  He chased Taka through the grasss, the little cub laughing 
delightedly as his Uncle Fiki stumbled through the plants trying to 
catch him.  Grinning, Rafiki pounced, lionlike, sailing through the air 
to land upon the cub and seize him in his hands.  "Gotcha!"
	The cub turned to face him, still giggling, but then his smile 
faded.  His body swelled under Rafiki's, growing until he was dwarfed by 
the body of a full grown lion.  The skin over the left eye split, 
forming a horrible scar.  The young eyes became ancient, filled with 
fear and loathing as he stared up in horror at the old mandrill.  "You 
did this to me!  All your fault, Uncle Fiki!"  he screamed hoarsely.  
"All your fault!"
	Rafiki jerked upright, bathed in sweat.  Panting heavily, he saw 
Krull leaning over him, looking worried.  "Great Roh'kash, what is wrong 
with you?  Are you posessed?!"
	Rafiki reached over with a shaking hand and picked up the leather 
locket which had slipped off in the night. "No," he said, putting it 
back on.  The feeling of terror diminished rapidly, and his breathing 
eased.  "Thank you, Krull.  I'm sorry I woke you."  He patted the 
hyena's shoulder.  "Go back to sleep."
	The hyena felt a wave of shame as he padded back to his corner and 
lay down.  The old monkey was obviously terrified out of his wits about 
something, yet he was upset about waking Krull up!
	Over the next few weeks, Rafiki became more and more of an enigma 
to the hyena.  Many of the odd stories he had heard about the mandrill 
paled next to the truth, while still others turned out to be bald faced 
lies.  Krull discovered an outlet in talking with the old shaman, one he 
had never enjoyed in the company of his bretheren.
	Late one summer's eve, the two were sprawled comfortably in the 
naos of the baobab, relaxing in the balmy air.  The talk wandered 
aimlessly, and they found themselves discussing the differences in their 
females.
	The hyena asked casually if he had ever been married, and was 
quite taken aback when he learned of the death of Asumini and Penda.  
"I'm sorry."
	"Not your fault, son."  Rafiki glanced at him.  "And you?"
	"Nope."  The hyena grinned to himself.  "Though I came mighty 
close.  I escaped by the grace of the gods, and by virtue of a weak 
stomach."
	"What?!"  Rafiki perked up.
	"Well, it's a long story-"
	"We have plenty of time."  Rafiki grinned maliciously.  "Tell me."
	Krull was silent for a moment as he remembered what had happened.  
"We have a ritual in our clan for those members who have gone three 
years and remain unmarried.  This is called "Spunking" and it is a jolly 
prank-unless YOU are one of the unmarried ones."  He chuckled lightly.  
"It takes place on a night of the full moon. The poor males are brought 
into a ring of spectators.  They want to pick the most level headed male 
and female, you see, so they have each of them spin around tightly three 
turns, then run across to the other side of the circle.  Spin three 
times, run back."
	"Oh gods," Rafiki said, laughing.
	"That's what I said."  Krull grinned and shook his head.  "The 
male that is left standing when the others have stumbled woozily 
staggers over to the unmarried females.  He gets to pick, though she has 
the right of refusal.  They are encouraged NOT to refuse by their 
parents who would be responsible for their upkeep for another year.  
They then after a rest, they send the males back out for another go at 
it.  If a male throws up, he is automatically disqualified for that 
season."
	"Sounds fair," Rafiki snickered.  "So what happened to you?  Did 
she refuse?"
	Krull flushed underneath his gray fur.  "Uh, well no.  I was 
staggering all over the circle, and finally made my way over to where 
the females sat.  When the Roh'mach asked me if I was okay, I..."  He 
rubbed the back of his neck nervously with a forepaw.  "I sorta barfed 
on her."
	Rafiki clutched his stomach and howled, his eyes watering.  After 
a minute, he regained his breath and patted the hyena on the shoulder.  
"Not to worry, son.  I'll bet you made it the next season."
	"Yeah, I did.  But she turned me down."  He looked at the ground, 
embarrassed.  "You can't force someone to love you back, though you can 
try to sway them.
	Rafiki's smile vanished.  "I'm sorry."
	"Don't be.  We still see each other.  I mean, her husband and I 
are best friends.  We share everything right down the middle."
	"You mean?"
	"Heck, if she'd married me, he would have expected no less.  
Friendship is important among our peoples."
	"That's nice," Rafiki said, shaking his head and scratching his 
beard.  "Whew, there is a lot I have to learn."
	Krull looked at Rafiki with an amused twinkle in his eyes.  He 
began to snicker.
	Rafiki looked at him crossly.  "Why you old scoundrel--you're 
pulling my beard!"
	"YOU didn't know I was kidding, and I'M the old scoundrel!"  Krull 
laughed.  He had a pleasant, infectious laugh and Rafiki was sorry he'd 
not heard it before.  "I'm already spoken for.  Her name is Brill.  If 
my own brother touched her, I'd bite off his tail and shove it up his 
nose!"
	Rafiki smiled.  "Well spoken!  So her name is Brill, eh?  What 
does that mean?"
	"It means beloved."
	Rafiki smiled wistfully.  "That is a good name.  In our tongue, it 
is Penda."
	"Your daughter?"
	"Yes, Krull.  Thank you for remembering."  Rafiki gave Krull an 
affectionate pat.  "Once a leopardess taught me that other people have 
feelings too.  How quickly we sometimes forget."

SCENE 46:  MINSHASA'S AUGURY

	It was well into the second year of Taka's reign as king before 
things became noticably wrong.  Rafiki had seen countless dry seasons 
come and go, but this year it had begun several weeks early, and with 
much greater ferocity.  Coruscating winds swept across the open plains, 
sifting dust into every nook and cranny.  It got into everything.  The 
lionesses found it neccessary to clear a place in their caves to lie 
down in.  It drifted into the dwindling water holes, making a clean 
drink impossible.  It even got into the body in one way or another; 
Rafiki could feel it grinding between his molars as he chewed his 
dinner, and his patients kept him busy constantly cleaning the dirt from 
open wounds and sores which refused to heal under the onslaught, but 
simply became infected.
	One evening, he sat down after treating a cut on Khemoki's rump.  
The Zebra'ha Incosi had suffered a small wound, but to hear him talk, it 
was as if his leg had been torn asunder from his body.  The piteous 
moaning and complaining had set Rafiki's nerves on edge, and after the 
zebra left he brewed a cup of tea to calm himself.  
	The balmy scent of the tea combined with the slightly medicinal 
side effects had the desired result, making him drowsy and feeling 
slightly disconnected.  He leaned back, closing his eyes, and began 
uttering his prayers in a low voice.  His mind's eye opened, and he 
found himself sitting upon a rock in the middle of a grassy plain.
	He heard a rustling behind him and looked about curiously.  A 
small vixen wended her way through the grass, her questing snout 
twitching delicately.  She looked up and brightened.  "Oh, there you 
are!"
	"I don't believe I've had the pleasure..."
	Her large ears flickered in amusement.  "Oh, I don't have a name.  
Don't need one.  I'm just the messenger."
	"Oh?  What's your message?"
	"Mishasa will be along soon.  She's quite busy."
	"Oh."  Rafiki looked nonplussed.  He'd never heard of a Nisei 
having a full schedule.  "I guess I'll wait."
	"Good idea!"  The vixen sat and began to groom her lush tail.  
Rafiki eased to the ground and leaned his back against the rock, looking 
at the bautiful sky above.  He began to while away the time by finding 
animal shapes in the clouds overhead, amusing himself by trying to count 
how many of which animal he saw in the clouds.  First one to 20 wins.
	He had upped it to 50, with the lions well in the lead, when he 
finally gave up, looking around agitatedly.  "Where IS she?!  Even a 
Nisei shouldn't take this long to do anything."
	The vixen lifted her head from herpaws where she had been napping.  
"What's wrong?"
	"She thinks she's got me flummoxed.  But no, I know what she's up 
to, you see."  He wagged a finger at her.  "She's playing mind games 
with me, that she-devil of a lioness."
	"So you think you have her all figured out, eh?"
	"Enough to know I wish I was large enough to give her a good 
spanking."
	The vixen grinned suddenly, her teeth flashing in the sun.  "You 
should have done it when you had the chance."  Laughing, she darted 
behind a nearby rock.
	Rafiki sat up.  "Hey you, come back!"
	"Okay."  The brilliant white head of a lioness arose from behind 
the rock.  "Spank me, daddy!" she said, grinning, and launched herself 
at him.  Rafiki backpedaled madly as she flew through the air, knocking 
him to the ground and driving the air from him in a rush.
	Wheezing, he drew in a breath of air, and was nearly smothered as 
she drew her tongue across his face in a long, wet, drooling lick.  "I 
love it when you talk mean to me."
	"All right!  I surrender!"
	She rolled away from him and sprawled comfortingly in the grass, 
motioning for him to sit beside her.  Her face sobered as he lay his 
head against her shoulder.  "You seek answers."
	"Yes."  He looked at her searchingly.  "We are afflicted with a 
terrible drought.  I have suffered through hard years before, but this 
is unnatural.  I fear the Makei are responsible."
	"You are correct."  She looked off in the distance at the 
shimmering horizon.  "Some of the worst Makei feed off pain.  One of 
these has entered the Pride Lands, drawn by the pain and suffering Taka 
bears, as well as that which he has wrought." 
	Rafiki shuddered.  "What can we do to stop this?  Our land is 
dying in front of our eyes."
	"The Makei that holds this land in his grip will not permit the 
Nisei One-who-brings-rain to enter.  The pain of this land has given him 
enormous power, and he holds the other Makei in bondage, to keep his 
grip upon you."  She paused, looking into his eyes.  "There is a way to 
defeat him, however.  But you may find it harder than you think."
	"Tell me!  Before Aiheu I swear I will try, no matter what the 
cost to myself."
	"Very well.  This Makei is fixated upon Taka's Ka.  It is the 
center of the suffering here, and it is the anchor with which he 
remains.  Your only hopes are three-fold.  Either you heal Taka's pain, 
drive him off, or kill him."
	The mandrill moaned and covered his eyes.  "I would rather hurl 
myself from the top of my tree than kill him.  Please don't ask me to do 
that."
	Minshasa bent and gently kissed his forehead with her tongue.  "Of 
course I won't.  Were your face young and untouched by the evil released 
by this curse, I could still see the love your heart bears for him."
	"But what am I to do?  I am yet Aiheu's servant, but I am only an 
old ape."
	"You are not without hope, my son.  Someday, while there is still 
time, I will send a light into the darkness.  You will receive a sign of 
great joy.  Wait for the son of the king."
	"Bless you, my Lady."  He fell before her.  "I touch your face."
	"I feel it."
	When he arose, Minshasa was gone.
	The day Taka emerged from the cave on Pride Rock and announced 
that Elanna was pregnant, Rafiki was absolutely ecstatic.  "It's the 
sign!"  His hopes were dashed, however, that terrible night that Krull 
summoned him to come with him to Pride Rock, informing him of Elanna's 
impending miscarriage.  Rafiki worked feverishly over the lioness, but 
his medicines were depleted entirely, and no amount of reassurance from 
Uzuri and Taka could dispel the fact that the birth could not be 
stopped.
	In a moment of desperation, Rafiki stepped outside the cave for a 
second.  "Oh gods, where is Asumini?  Where is she when the whole world 
cries out to her?"  Light flicked at the edges of his vision, and he 
glanced at it hopefully, only to see the light from the moon glinting 
off of the surface of the water hole.  Dejected, he turned and went 
inside.
	As he passed Zazu, folorn in his ribbed prison, he looked 
thoughtfully at the hornbill for a moment, then stopped, eyes wide.  
"Taka!"
	The lion padded over quickly.  "What?"
	"I need two plants to make a medicine that can save your mate.  
They grow far from here, though."  He began to describe the herbs, and 
Zazu began to hop about excitedly.
	"I know those plants," Zazu said from his confinement.  "Please 
let me go."
	"But you won't come back," Taka snarled.
	"I would come back for her."
	Their discussion was sundered by a wavering cry of pain, followed 
by a lower and more agonizing wail.  Isha emerged from the cave, eyes 
streaming as she bore the dead child of Taka and Elanna in her mouth.  
She laid the child before Taka, who stood, trembling.  "You son, Bayete.  
Mano has called him away."
	The lionesses bowed their heads.  "He waits for you," they intoned 
softly.  "He waits by the side of Minshasa."
	Taka nosed the still form, tears blurring his vision as inhaled 
the scent of his son, locking it away in his mind forever.  "Aiheu 
abamami," he finished, his voice breaking.
	Isha picked up the cub and caried it over to Rafiki.  He took it 
from her gently, stroking the lifeless child as tears ran down his face. 
"You were our only hope," he thought.  "Oh gods, we are all abandoned to 
die here."
	Krull was careful to keep away intruders as he escorted Rafiki 
back that evening.  It took four cups of tea to calm Rafiki's nerves, a 
dangerously high amount, but his scrying bowl was ruined, and he had to 
speak to Minshasa quickly.  Krull looked on in fascination as the 
mandrill's eyelids fluttered, deep in the depths of his inward journey.
	As his vision cleared, he saw the lioness lying down placidly, 
nursing a cub.  Mano lay watchful nearby.  Rafiki looked from one to the 
other.  "Your cub?"
	"Now he is."
	With a sudden rush of emotion, he recognized Taka's cub.  "Gods!" 
	"Shhh," she said.  "Be very quiet."
	Rafiki smiled at the sight of the small body replete now with 
health and vitality.  Bending to his knees, he kissed the lioness on the 
forehead.  Mano nodded with a kindly smile.
	Rafiki smiled back and looked to Minshasa.  "Now you have a little 
one of your own."
	"I have thousands," she said.  "And he is not the last.  The 
hopeless, the helpless, the lost all come to me.  Mano gives them 
safety, and I give them comfort."
	"Bless you.  But how do you find the time?"
	"All the past, all the future is mine.  I have time for your needs 
as well."  She took the cub gently in her teeth, placing him between her 
large paws and began to bathe him with her tongue.  "This child is not 
the sign.  You must look for another."
	"Just like that?"
	"Just like that.  No riddles this time."  She resumed bathing the 
cub.  The look on her face was so gentle that Rafiki knelt by her and 
presumed to interrupt her one last time.  "How is Asumini?"
	Minshasa looked up at him and smiled tenderly.  "Your path has not 
been easy, Metutu.  You walk the stony ground of servanthood.  But if 
you are faithful, the Lord will pull all thorns from your heart and kiss 
away all your tears."
	He bowed his head and closed his eyes for a moment while the warm 
words filled his darkness with shimmering light.  When he opened them 
again, he was facing a hyena.  Krull's face was lit from within.
	"Did you see her, Krull?"
	"No, though I would have pulled out my whiskers one by one."  He 
leaned dreamily on the wall.  "I could feel a presence.  Oh gods, what 
peace.  The last time I felt that way, I was...."  He looked down, 
embarrassed.
	"Nursing at your mother's side?"  Rafiki smiled.  "She died when 
you were very young."
	The guarded look threatened to return to Krull's face.  "Who told 
you?"
	"No one.  I could see it in your eyes."  Rafiki draped his arm 
over Krull's shoulder and gave him a little pat.  "Well, my friend, hope 
is not dead.  Life continues.  We will look for another sign."

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