THE DARANGEN: abduction of princess Lawanen
translated by Dr. Nosca Khalid
Five
rows of heavily armed combat ready sentinels formed a human wall along the
shore entrance to Sagorongan a Ragat.
“Behold!” said the sentries, “how that
Madem walks handsomely.”
“My friend,” said the commander of the
guards blocking his way. “Slow down your pace.”
The Madem stopped.
“Who are you and what are you doing in
Sagorongan a Ragat?”
“I am a messenger from the kingdom of
Kilaten,” answered the Madem, “and I must find the king’s palace. I must see
King Dimasangkay immediately. I have an important message from the king of
Kilaten for the king-emperor, but I have been instructed to deliver it in
person. I must ask him if we have been cut off from the lineage of power in the
federation of Kumara. The king of Kilaten is upset. He learned that an invasion
force raided the Federated States of Kumara, but we have not been summoned or
informed. Not even a single gong was sounded for our warning.”
“You may proceed, dweller of the
mountain,” said the guard politely. “Truly justified is your king’s misgiving, especially now that the image of Kadaan is tarnished by the Royal House of
Gibonen. It is a mighty clan with a vast territory, and believe me, it won’t be long before an invasion force overruns the dry plains of Kadaan. The burden of
defense will be fought naturally by the United Kingdom of Kumara. The sudden
intrusion of Mapendara sa Delem does not bode well for Kadaan. It is the sign
that they know; Lawanen is here. Proceed now, dweller of the mountain, and let
Dimasangkay know that the king of Kilaten harbors ill feelings.”
The Madem turned and walked off in a
hurry. He searched for the king’s court, mimicking perfectly the gait of a Madem,
stirring people’s attention and gaining their admiration.
A group of unruly children followed
him around in the hub of the city, taunting and teasing him. A mountain man is
always the subject of ridicule in the city.
“What kind of people is this?”
Mabaning thought. “Their culture is totally different. The young are utterly
ignorant, arrogant, and disgusting. I feel strange and uncomfortable to be in
the midst of alien people from the sea.” He continued hobbling, lurching
lamely like a real mountain man.
“Wait until you see the real me,” and
coughed out a sarcastic giggle, “for I Mabaning is the harbinger of your doom.
I will love to see your faces when I rip you apart like a bunch of betel nut
fruit.”
The king’s palace looms in splendor, relegating everything else into insignificance. Mabaning quickened his pace, unable to endure any longer the young ones who tailed him around. They almost
destroyed his battle gear. He walked the slope that led to the palace gate, and soon he found himself emerging from a wooden platform with a five-step staircase that brought him to the palace gate. Strolling, he elbowed his
way towards the king’s chamber, where people were waiting in a disorderly manner.
The women vied to step into the inner chamber closer to the king.
“Why is this Madem seeking an audience
with the king?” Mabaning overheard some of the guests commenting.
“Dweller of the mountain,” called the
gatekeeper. “Welcome to the palace. I see that although you are a Madem, you
seem to be of a civilized nature. Please keep yourself comfortable.”
“Excuse me,” the Madem replied, “but
can you find me a place up front where I can hear the king speak? I know, I am
only a Madem, but the people of Layonan are as faithful to the emperor as any
other in the empire.”
The gatekeeper obliged and found him a
place strategically located in the crowded chamber with a full view of the
multitude of guests, enabling him to size up his adversaries. He scrutinized the
guards, trying to spot an enemy who could cause him trouble in combat. His eyes, burning with suppressed rage, are irresistibly riveted towards the revered monarch comfortably seated at the citadel of his five-step elevated throne. He
swept the room with unsuspecting looks, hoping for a glimpse of the princess
beyond compare, the pride of Gadongan.
“Young ladies of the court,” spoke the
king softly. “I need a volunteer who is best suited to serve the mountain man.
Offer him the glistening chest of betel nuts and ask his purpose at the Royal
Palace.”
“My revered king,” addressed Mabaning.
He obviously overheard what was being said. “Forgive me in peace, but I need not
be served. I am not used to passing time chewing betel nuts in royal palaces. I
am accustomed to chewing nuts from the jungles mixed with special herbs. I prefer
my dear king and emperor if I am asked about my mission. I have actually come
in a hurry upon the order of the king of Layonan.”
“Well,” the king replied; his voice
trailing with amusement. “What then is your purpose? Which mountain kingdom did
you come from and who is your chieftain?”
To be
cont’d…
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