The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)

4.46.

’Satria died at the end of Bazzakh

Captain dancing, reaping the harvest

Time for the Rat to wake up ...’

The silent night atmosphere, without any sound except the echo of the gong was struck twice along with a poem that read like that. Not only dark that almost put to sleep almost all residents of Tanapura dormitory, but the dark atmosphere gripping and late at night covered in fog more frightening anyone who is still awake. Presumably, that happened to Taja his first night in Tanapura after weeks of being blasphemed tired. Many problems are exhausting.

For a long time he was pensive in a bed in dim light with a glaring look at the ceiling of a room of twenty disciples. Sometimes he looked at the bed where Lorr En was, hoping he had not slept either. But it would be strange if the frog had not slept at night this late.

“Twelve times a day, several guards circled the dorm area, chanting the verses and then beating the gong twice. And at night, twelve times they also did that, making me unable to sleep. What about you, Lorr En?“ Taja observed Lorr En's back. His body seemed to be shaving behind a blanket that wrapped from the tip of the foot to the head. There was no response from him other than a soft snoring. Not wrong anymore, apparently he has been asleep since.

“Hmm ...,” no wonder Taja saw Lorr En sleeping so fast since. The boy never had trouble sleeping under any circumstances. If only it could be like him, like there is no burden, and whenever the smell of the pillow instantly falls asleep, it would be nice.

“The country is full of strange poems ...,” muttered Taja himself and turned to other thoughts.

“Not his poetry is the most important, but it's a sign of time ...”

Taja was a bit surprised when he heard a voice in the silence of that late night. I don't know who's making the noise, which must be one of the twenty room dwellers. And it turns out, the sound came from the corner of the room, precisely from the Purwa bed.

Taja looked there in a sitting position in his own bed.

“Purwa, haven't slept as well apparently?” Taja was a bit surprised because it turns out there were still the same fate that night, “Why? are you feeling restless too? can't sleep?” ask him again without moving from his bed.

“Ya, slightly.  Anyhow my eyes closed .. but my mind is not,“ Purwa replied simply.

“Hey, what do you mean...That's just a sign of time?“ ask Taja, remember Purwa's previous sentence.

“How come you haven't memorized the time here? Hmm ... Truly a child of the forest! In the central city area of the kingdom has always been like this. Unlike the residential residents outside, they only beat the gong, it was only at night. But here is not just that, there are some guards who are in charge of watching the time by reading a few verses of legend and pronouncing the symbol.

“Hmm ..?” I thought for a while, but I don't understand it either.

“Alright, from now on try memorizing this!“ Purwa stretched out his ten fingers, then began to bend one by one as a count.

The roosters crowed, at 4 a.m

The rooster flew, at 5 a.m

Biyan ate the rice, at 6 a.m

White pigeons, 7am

Female monkey, 8am

Male tiger, 9am

The lion hunts, 10 a.m

The lion nesting, at 11 p.m

The dragon whistled, at 12 p.m

The dragon flew, at 1 p.m

The dragon returns, at 2 p.m

Hill eagle, 3pm

Sharks fight, 4 p.m

Circular snake, 5 p.m

Goose floats, at 6 p.m

The eagle's back, 7 p.m

Dragons preening, 8 p.m

The dragon had a dream, at 9 p.m

The rat woke up, 10 p.m

The rats are back, 12 p.m

Blue wolf, 1 p.m

Moon wolf, 2 p.m

Wolves dance, 3 p.m

So in a day and night there are 24 time signs, got it?” Purwa ended his explanation with a small smile as he looked at Taja's confused facial expression.

”So much time to memorize, not to mention the variety of introductory poems.” Taja scratching his head not because of itching. But he was overwhelmed as well after hearing Purwa's explanation which very quickly memorized it.

“Why are his poems only about Satria and Captain?”

“Because this month is the month of Honggura, a month full of the history of the heroes of the past.The full 30 days of this month will tell a poem about Satria and Captain,“ Purwa explained. Taja mangosteen only.

“So...each month will be different poem?” Taja concluded and Purwa agreed while nodding lightly.

“Then, do those poems mean?”

“Many means, depending on the person each interprets it. Some consider the poems as tropes, musings, in addition there are also those who hear it just a story or entertainment,“ Purwa leaned.

“Amusement? it feels like I'm not amused by the beat poem.The Rat is waking up!”

“You mean poetry at 10 last night?”

Taja nodded small, “Ya. What does it mean ’Satria died at the end of Bazzakh..the captain danced, reaped harvest’?”

“Sacrifice. It means the sacrifice of a servant for their land and king, willing to die for the sake of a prosperous country.”

“Then, mmm..what is Bazzakh?”

“According to legend, it's the name of a very powerful and powerful sword. But now either the sword is still there or not. But as far as I'm concerned in history, the sword was long gone. You will also know about the history of sword legends during the Weapon Assembly lesson, Master Tan Tsei often mentioned the name of the sword.”

“Very confusing..full of puzzles ,” Taja murmuring.

“Purwa, I feel.you are very good at deciphering poetry. Can you tell me a little bit about the other poems?”

“Not all poems I can interpret, but..I know good poems.”.

“Please, tell me what you know!” pinta Taja while approaching the Purwa bed. He began to be interested in poetry.

“Well, I remember! A few months ago before the three of you came here, I had a strange dream.In my dream, I was reading a poem from a book. I don't know what the book is called, which is obviously a poem I remember like this,

We Hu was sad, though,

The little goose woke up...

That lost one-year smile has returned

He stepped on a tapestry of mingled serunai thorns

Love and suffering have made him go away and come back

I saw him walk down hundreds of stairs covered in silver carpet

And there was a gentle hand of a boy.

This is the time, the meeting of the little goose and the child of doom..”.

The eyes of Purwa glare at the roofs of the rooms while reading the poem without stammering. It sounds very memorized and remembers every verse.

“What does that mean, Purwa?” I want an explanation of the poem.

“Almost every night I think of that, I finally conclude ..”

“What?” curious about Taja, who suddenly appeared, pushed him to where Purwa was.

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