"This is the Buganda Royal Palace? It really isn't much to look at!" Felix said, sitting brazenly on the throne in the Buganda Royal Palace in Mengo.
"Compared with Zanzibar, this can hardly be called a wealthy country. Mutesa I and his forebears have already done quite well to make the palace like this..." the staff officer said.
Mengo was fairly well situated, in the northern part of the Great Lakes Region. Compared with the south, there were many relatively large islands here. Mengo had been built on a peninsula encircled by those islands, while the Buganda Royal Palace stood atop a stretch of high ground.
"What a pity Musat I was on the southern front. I never got to cross swords with him." Felix spoke with a hint of regret.
The Buganda forces on the eastern front had been led by Mutesa I's son, the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Buganda. Clearly, the Buganda Crown Prince was nowhere near as valiant as his father.
The moment they clashed, his forces collapsed. The Buganda Crown Prince took the lead in fleeing, and after several days of pursuit, Felix had reached Buganda's capital.
Now, the city stood empty. The valuables in the palace had also been carried away. The Buganda Royal Palace bore a distinct Arab architectural style, clearly influenced by the nations of North Africa.
"Reporting, sir. Our advance troops have already linked up with the forces from the south. Lord Yalman has ordered us to pursue northward." The intelligence officer handed Felix a written order.
"That was fast! Looks like Mutesa I was routed on the southern front too. No wonder the Bugandans abandoned their royal city—they got the news and ran. I was wondering why they didn't regroup here and keep resisting!" Felix said.
"Lord Yalman must