Chronicals Of The PrideLands II - Clip by John Burkitt!
I'm giving you bit of background on this piece that needs to accompany the
excerpt. This text is still in flux as you read it--revising the whole long
work will be a real bear! Now then: As readers of the first Chronicles well
knew, Sarabi loved Taka's spirit dearly but did not end up being attracted
to him sexually. Zira wanted him, mind heart and body, but only ended up
with an affair. He admitted to her that it was not a love match, but he
would share in her pleasures. So she tried very hard to content herself
with that. Still, to the end, she tried to get more out of him than just
sex. Now that he is dead, she is bitterly jealous of Elanna (Scar's mate)
and Sarabi (his first love) and she unleashes her torment it in one of the
most bitter, evil, vengeful, downright impolite dialogs in the entire work.
She's saying this to the King's mother, mind you, and this, folks, is how
she got her furry little patootie kicked out into exile....
Sarabi drew close to what was for her consecrated ground, a pilgrimage to
the place where Taka died. Though the 'Scar' he had become had killed her
Mufasa, she could not help missing the young idealist that had once begged
her to come away with him. It was this young Taka she came to mourn, not
the lion that died on that spot.
As she stroked the stain of blood on the stone where he died, tears filled
"My poor little nisei, if I had loved you the way you loved me,
things would have been different. Iím so sorry. So sorry!"
"You SHOULD be," another lioness hissed.
Sarabi looked around startled. "Zira!"
"Yes, Zira. Little Zira the tattle tale. Plain little Zira. Oh, did I
forget any other names? You can refresh my memory-you knew them all."
"Leave me alone. Have you no respect for the dead?"
"And you had respect for him?"
"I loved him."
"You loved him!" she spat.
"Yes I loved him! Feelings more deep and gentle than youíve ever felt in
your miserable life! Beautiful dreams, hopes, anxieties, grief, and love
that nothing he did could wipe out, even killing my husband!"
"Dreams?? Hopes??" She drew close and whispered, "Anxieties?" She burst
out laughing. "Let me tell you how I loved him, girl! I didnít just lie
there like a dead zebra the way YOU did with Mufasa, hoping something would
happen! When Scar and I were together, we were locked together in a dance
of passion, a glorious triumph of sexual ecstacy that made the earth shake
beneath our feet! I gave him such a ride he used to howl like a moon-crazed
dog and when he left me he was hardly able to WALK!" She spat again. "Why
donít YOU get out and leave ME alone! Iím the only one here that knows what
Zira looked into Sarabiís face, watching her chin tremble and her ears lie
back. Letting her hate show felt satisfying for a moment, but she knew at
once it had been a mistake.
Writing that was fun!