The koroua swayed in the silken tides of the stirring sea. Though tired, he sensed the truth in his consort’s words.
And as he remembered, the koroua began to lose his nostalgia for the past and to put his thoughts to the present and the future. Surely, in the tidal waves of Fate, there must have been a reason for his living so long. It could not have been coincidence that he should return to Whangara and be ridden by a descendant of his beloved golden master. Perhaps his fate and that of the tekoteko were inextricably intertwined? Ah yes, for nothing would have been left to chance.
Witi Ihimaera – The Whale Rider (1987)