“Fistfull of what?” Angel itchingly inquired.
Gemma turned silent and grabbed the oversized picture of the Comb of Lerma.
She had been trying to remember an old legend told and re-told over and over again by
some of the Dunggol tribesmen who had been helping her with the school building
project at the mainland.
Suddenly, the woman of research caught something in her memory’s net and
exclaimed with a passion.
“Yes! The Comb of Lerma!”
Angel and Rico waited in suspense.
“The Comb of Lerma would be the supreme symbol of royal unification! Between
the six other Houses of the Conspiracy and the direct descendant of the King of Tondo
himself… Pitonggatan!”
Angel and the now slowly being convinced Rico looked at each other again. For a
moment there, the two almost thought in unison G
