Rule 2: No mercy, for them, or from them. Okori’s fingers splayed around the handles of the half-length katanas hung gunslinger style on her hips and gripped tightly. No mercy, for them, or from them. She was seven the first time she heard those words. Her father had snuck up behind her and shoved her to the ground as punishment for letting him catch her off guard.
“I’m sorry.” She brushed away the gravel embedded in her now bloodied elbows. “It won’t happen again.”
He smiled. “I know, sweetheart.”
He was close to fifty then; the odd grey rebel hair lurked among the rest of his head’s loyal black followers. Even so, he was still formidable enough to crush anyone in their prime, but those days were behind him. Now his focus was teaching …show more content…
“To kill or protect, what a pity our kind can choose only one.” He’d said that to her when, at eighteen, she’d told him she’d decided to become a guardian. “I wanted you to follow your sister and me.” He sighed. “Oh well, it’s probably best that you follow in your mother’s footsteps anyway, for you’re too kind hearted to have followed in mine. Still, with your skill, what an assassin you would have made.”
He was gone now, her mother and sister too. The Princess was the closest thing to family she had left.
Her eyes returned to the remaining men. The death of their companion didn’t deter them. When two more stepped forward to challenge her, Okori dealt with them the same way she did the first challenger. The remaining seven soon followed. Some attacked her by themselves, others in pairs, some even rushed her in threes, but their numbers and tactics didn’t matter. She subdued them all and sheathed her swords to search for the woman who delayed her.
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“Why did you let it out?” the man shouted, running past Okori after it.
“It looked placid,” the boy said, brushing feathers out of the air left in the bird’s wake.
Chickens strung up at a nearby stall showed what happened to the placid. Seeing this, Okori wished the fleeing bird the best of luck. And why not? So far, it was keeping everyone’s attention off of her and the Princess. The Princess would appreciate that so soon after leaving her mother.
They had almost reached their destination (the carriage on the opposite side of the square) when Ensen stepped out from behind the carriage and called out to them through the crowd.
Okori smiled. Everyone else might have failed to notice the Princess, not Ensen; he never did, no matter how chaotic things were. At forty-three, he’d been loyal to the King since forever. He was of average height with a stocky build that had rounded somewhat due to age. His eyes had seen their fair share of everything; his face had hardened as a result of it. But the Princess always made him smile. If Okori was the first person to come to the Princess’s aid, then Ensen would be jostling to get there first. Rumour had it he had collected the Princess from Beck Castle after the Queen’s death and delivered her to the Northern Palace personally.
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For all of his desire to be strong, Okonkwo is caught up by the constant fear of being perceived as weak. He is afraid of failure and afraid of being considered weak. This fear drives him to do whatever he can to not become a failure like his father which ironically contributes to his death. While Okonkwo was a strong and important figure in his tribe, he had to keep his reputation that way by making some hard decisions. One of them was when he had to kill Ikemefuna, a young boy from the neighboring tribe. Okonkwo started accepting the decision to kill Ikemefuna because he started to call Okonkwo father. He had to keep his own valor intact and kill the boy to prevent himself from showing any weakness, but deep down, Okonkwo was really upset because of what he did which was ironic, “’When did you become a shivering old woman,' Okonkwo asked himself, 'you, who are known in all the nine villages for your valor in war? How can a man who has killed five men in battle fall to pieces because he has added a boy to their number? Okonkwo, you have become a woman indeed.'" (Achebe 65). He continued to roll downhill when the white man comes to try and convert Okonkwo’s tribe. Okonkwo responds by killing one of the messengers that were sent. This cause Okonkwo's own tribe to question his actions. “"Okonkwo stood looking at the dead man. He knew that Umuofia would not go to war. He knew because they had let the other messengers escape.
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Obierika, Okonkwo’s best friend is wiser, refusing to go on the sacrificial march. He warns Okonkwo that the slaying of Ikemefuna does not please the Earth, and prophesizes, "It is the kind of action for which the goddess wipes out whole families" (67). Shortly after Ikemefuna’s death, Okonkwo‘s rusted gun explodes at Ezeudu’s funeral, piercing the heart of the dead man’s son, killing the boy instantly. For killing a clansman, Okonkwo and his entire family are banished and Okonkwo loses his position in his village. It is during this time that Christianity establishes itself in Okonkwo’s village. Returning after seven years, he finds that everything he once knew has changed, as the white man’s law now takes precedence over village customs. The men of his village have become like women and everything is falling apart (183).
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