Osato was already dead when the Enogie came into her room. Her spirit has been called from the coven of the black witches.
As her body lay dead in the inner room, the chief priest called in to ask about her whereabout as directed by the gods.
Were the gods asleep when the witches conjured her spirits.
The gods must be dead for Osato to have fallen dead from the wooden bed, heavily pregnant. Osasuwen was so embittered by the death of the Osato. She is the only hope for the Enogie to have successor to the throne of his ancestors.
Amadi the chief priest wore empty snail shells round his neck, speaking in some new tongues, probably speaking with the spirit. It was a fierce war between the spirit and Amadi in deliverance of the soul of Osato and her unborn baby. Amadi requested that every other occupant leaves the room, himself and the dead body of Osato should be left alone. All the maiden and palace guards left without hope of seeing their lovely queen again.
Hours have past nothing sem to be coming from the inner room. Enogie had no option than to break the door down. As he made to see what fate awaits him, Amadi the chief priest lying dead on the ground while Osato delivered a bouncing baby boy.
It was a mixed reaction. One, that the Enogie finally had a successor after fifteen women could not bear him a son. Now that Osato who used to be a palace maiden has put to bed a baby boy, that's something the whole kingdom would celebrate. Two, Amadi had to rescue the situation by sacrificing his own life. He should be immortalized, generation yet unborn should get to know the roles Amadi played in sustenance ruling home.
Itohan, daughter of the head of all witches was never satisfied when Osato became the newest wife of Enogie. He was only being married about a year and has given birth to only one child, a daughter. The Enogie should have waited some seasons more before taking a new wife. Let alone taking a wife from among the palace maidens.
As Amadi's body was committed to the burial site of his ancestors, the whole empire jubilated to the rhythm of local music with sauced oil-bean and dried fish for every jubilant.