“The event has already passed, Ama. Kuya Enggulya, he brought fresh news from the Walls, they are coming here with the Claverian Decree… It would be our salvation, Ama! If you will only let Oflodor help you, help us...”
They shall all be coming for me! Like the crocodiles in Batijana, for my blood! – Langalan internally strikes these shards into his heart – Lai Mabinta, not for her, please! Not for my Lerma, by the feathers of my spirit! And for her newly born Yno! These shards meant only for the firebulder Oflodor!
“Shall I go to the Maijana prayer hut now, Ama? I have to prepare the altar for the pangabas. Do not worry, I do not have to wait for Kuya. I can manage by myself there.”
Lerma calls her guardian as well as her father’s dedeng, Enggulya, an orphan of a Xinjan merchant immigr
