PROLOGUE:

	High on top of Elephant Kopje where the bare rock lay exposed, 
weathered but defiant, there was a crack.  Years of dust storms had 
patiently filled that crack with small amounts of soil.  And in that 
crack grew a single stalk of Alba whose one red blossom looked up to God 
with hope for the coming rains.  Where the seed came from, only Aiheu 
knew, but he looked down on it and smiled.  "One Who Brings Rain," Aiheu 
said, "take care of my garden."
	"Lord, I see but a single flower," the cloud answered.
	"But it has the faith of a thousand," Aiheu said.  "Any flower can 
grow by the river bank, but this one has brought beauty to barrenness."
	Even in the stoniest ground, the smallest spark of life may bring 
beauty.  And where the beauty is found, Aiheu smiles.  This is a story 
of one such spark--the lioness Uzuri--and the beauty she brought amid 
the dark days of Taka's reign.

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