"I do not understand Laang
what then became of my husband, the Datu?
Where has he gone.." Iloy seemed to ask.
Laang wept into rage. He could not tell his mother the truth, and save her from it. As he thought how he couldn't save his father from the tall rising sea. He is but guilty of his actions, drowned into remorse. The gods bid him to suffer more than any, only for the words he uttered against them. From doubting the gods' will, and for his father's death.
He must be the only one to blame. This is his doing, his reward.
"Out from here mother,
there in the sea he lays
taken from us!"cried him.
"Gahaman..."
"My mother!
hear me and weep with!
the Datu is lost!"as he cried once more
But Iloy kept an unlikely indifference, like none of what she heard from his son Laang meant anything.
"Iloy,
are you not distressed
as I am distressed?
or has your tears gone away
as I know your love
had gone?"
tell me Mother?"as Laang wept.
But Iloy stood still. Her eyes away from her son, but to her own. And next to Laang's guide Gahaman. She raised her eyes out to him and poised her lips for speech.
"Gahaman!
now is the time!
ready the Songs, and there--
--Set sail and land far North!
carry with you provisions
and three of my Alipins!--"
Iloy kept on with it. Laang was confused, or rather saddened at that moment.
"--ask them of this favor in my name
but without knowledge
of my husband's death!
tell them of this mission
it may well be there last.
please, Gahaman--!
--Protect my son at all cost!"
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END OF SEQUENCE
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