Lion Head Mesa to speak the name of the dead is to make him live again

he held himself as any commander might, and he spoke the names of their people—but he did not bow! a Mazoi growled to correct this disrespect to their Queen, and Toula looked at him with some wonder. how long had he been apart from them, to forget himself so? she only thought him in desperate need of water, of food, to have done so. she was a shepherd to those sorts, and her eyes were soft upon him as she anticipated this being the reason for his own posture. 
I have heard of them, long ago, Toula said, after a long moment of thinking. you have traveled far! the time is one of peace and prosperity, now. in title, I am Queen—we prepare only for the grand celebration of it, given much has happened in the time between. a war won, children and their people saved, she explained, in words he might understand and respect as a warrior. this, she hoped, might win his further interest and respect. 
she stands a little taller, proud for these accomplishments. what of Akashingo has drawn your interest? for he certainly had her interest, at least!