Right after the celebratory feast, we rested back at Stone Village as usual after the revelry. This is to pay homage to the great-grandson of the chief of the village and also a good friend of ours as well. We had our usual share of the bamboo liquor and after a round of intoxicating cups of those drink had been passed around.
Right after the drinks and the feast had ended, we excused ourselves as we headed back to our usual resting spot to rest. The resting platform had been prepared with some rough blankets, pillows as well as a pitcher of water in case we got thirsty in the middle of the night.
During my sleep, I had envisioned the old Sage that appeared in my dreams. This old Sage was the one that had made a home inside the hilt of the keris.
"You had done well and wielded the Keris
