Omung stood by the mouth of the great river. He watched with pride as his great armies converged at the southwest terminus of the continent and began setting up camps. His most favored general approached and bowed low to the conqueror.

“All of your armies should be here before the week’s end,” declared the general. “Why have you called them all together before we have finished the task of annihilating the Sakovans?”

“The Sakovans are no threat,” replied Omung. “They do not even fight our troops. They run and hide. There will be time to deal with them later. Now is the time to start our new country. Our armies have been on the march for far too long. We shall rest here and build the first of our great cities. When we are comfortable, then we will finish off the Sakovans. Do you fear they will attack us here, General?”

“Of course not,” the general replied with confidence. “Killing Sakovans is akin to slaughtering clova. It is only a matter of rounding them up.”

“That is how I see it,” Omung nodded in satisfaction. “At the mouth of this great river we shall build our capital. I have decided to call it Okata after my mother.”

“Why here?” questioned the general. “By agreement with Khador, you own all of the land up to the Kalatung Mountains far to the north. This is at the southernmost tip of the land.”

“That is precisely why the city will be located here,” replied Omung. “We must avoid contact with Khador’s people.”

“You fear your brother?” questioned the general. “Do you think he will attack us?”

“Not Khador,” Omung shook his head. “He would never do such a thing, but he yields too much power to others. His country will be set up with the clans intact. Some of those clans will border our country. They will be the least loyal of his people. It would not surprise me if in future generations, some of those clansmen will set their eyes on the fertile valleys south of the Kalatung Mountains. I plan for Omunga to be ready for them when it happens.”