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Knighted Again – Ch.11 | KT OLLA

AN empty silence filled the crystal decked interior of Es & Em’s speeding van.

That morning before the break of dawn, Nile and Vickie raced to the appointment they’d got with the king. And Samba drove them at top speed.

It was the week after the duo’s performance at the convocation event. So they, along with their mates, entered the new week as music graduates.

Now the king of their country had scheduled an appointment with Sand and Muse.

He’d told his secretary to reach their contact line and fix appointment. It was on the night he saw their performance.

Well, Samba George had gone later to establish contact about the appointment and secure needed details for the team.

Yet all she was able to get for Sand and Muse were things about logistics. No one knew what exactly the meeting would be about.

So then Samba drove the fine chunk of luxury in a skidding pace through the fast lanes of capital. She must reach palace far longer than the set time.

But the summoned ones only sat and watched in silence. As they couldn’t see why a king would call for them.

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The Sand and Muse van arrived at the impressive palace of Cape Islands in Basini.

The king’s palace was a grand beauty, stretching its width across the wide scape of north coast.

It had been about 15 years since the monarchical seat of the island moved from the heart of capital to shore...

It was by the new king at that time, Maqwela the First.

Yes, the movement of the palace to sides more prone to big flood was crazy enough. But when Maqwela built the place to withstand even tsunamis, gossips went that he hated people.

Now the van conveying Es & Em passed at checkpoints up to a fourth one – and they spent from morning till about noon through those few stops out of many.

 Still at the fourth check, their van was grounded and their belongings seized. They were held waiting inside their vehicle.

Sand and Muse was on a special express entry. The team was fully settled when things came to their pass.

But reality now played a different game. As the checkpoint guards couldn’t believe that some young two were the guests on express pass.

So they grounded their vehicle.

Now after some time, a top security drove down there in a pickup. He pulled his truck over. He stopped just in front of the duo. 

He peered through his rear mirror and compared their plate number with what he held with him.

Then he stepped down from the truck, stepped behind their driver and knocked her door gently.

Samba winded down with a nervous look. She was the first to say hello. 

The security man responded in a cool voice. ‘Hello ma’am… you must be Ms George of Sand and Muse.’

She coughed. ‘Oh yes, sir. Is there a prob—’

‘Are you with them?’ the man interposed her as he peeked in her side of view.

Samba pulled back gently as the man leaned into her. She quietly drew a grunt in her throat.

‘Oh my apologies,’ the man said.

He leaned back and explained. ‘I’m a fan – I’m a big fan of Es & Em. Well, it’s quite a big deal seeing them!’

Now Samba grew bolder in her skin, so she thought to drive the conversation from there.

Yet in that instant the man stepped aside to make a call.

Nile and Vickie sat quietly at the backseat, watching. They tried to read the gentleman to see what his call was about.

Then moments after his call, a huge black jeep drove down to pick them.

So the security official went back to the waiting guest. ‘Can you please step out of the car,’ he asked.

The man’s eyes were on Ms George when he spoke those words. Then he stepped beside the king’s guests to open their door.

Vickie and Nile were ushered down from their seats into the parked jeep. Their manager also went with them – she went in the truck leading the duo.

The top official handed back the guest’s belongings and they drove inside with their things. The man was the one assigned with their logistics around palace.

So then there went the small line of Sand and Muse to the dome of King Maqwela.

And even their leads never knew why they were called.

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