THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
SNEAK INTO PAJAJARAN PALACE

That night for the umpteenth time in the great tent a meeting was held. This time very

it was important, apparently, because outside the camp it was heavily guarded by the guards.

This meeting is not only important because of the arrival of two allied figures from the

the rebels were the Duke of Warok Gluduk of Rajasitu and the Duke of Tapak Ireng of Rajasitu

Ratujaya, but also because of the news brought by a courier Raden Werku Alit from Kotaraja.

As usual this important meeting was led by Mahesa Jenar who sat in the

table head. After allowing the five dukes to drink each

mahesa Jenar opened the conversation.

“First please allow me on behalf of the previous Dukes to come to

here and also on behalf of Raden Werku Alit, welcome to the Duke

Warok Gluduk and Adipati Tapak Ireng. We also thanked him and

the highest appreciation for the determination of the Dukes both to be willing

to assist and fellowship in the struggle to achieve our great goal of overthrowing Pajajaran, overthrowing Kamandaka from his royal throne because

as long as Raden Werku Alit is alive, Kamandaka has no rights

altogether to become King of Pajajaran.”

Mahesa Jenar twirled her whiskers twice and continued

speak:

“The second time, this meeting is also to discuss the description that has been

delivered courier from Kotaraja. It was revealed that two of our spies were caught.

One was killed and the other committed suicide. Their bodies were dumped at times. As for

this event there is little evidence that is confusing so that I have not been able to

draw a conclusion how until both of our spies suffered fate

thus.

The worst news is that one of our chief aides, the head of the Kalasrenggi army, also met his death. He was hanged in a temple

old in the Limanaluk valley. Regarding Kalasrenggi's death there are strange things and

a rather confusing testimony. According to courier Raden Werku Alit, when the

the kingdom came to the temple, Kalasrenggi was no longer breathing, hung his feet up his head down and on his forehead printed a picture of Trisula.”

Mahesa Jenar looked around and saw the Duke's faces in wonder.

“Sukar suspected who actually killed Kalasrenggi and also can not be interpreted

what does Trisula's image mean. In addition, after the incident, Sang Prabu

ordered a massive purge of the kingdom. But all of our people have been

stand away. And according to Raden Werku Alit until the time he sent the courier was still

there was no suspicion of him. But in two days he will

immediately leave here to negotiate the last time, determine when the attack

done with Pajajaran. Raden Werku Alit hopes that we continue in

preparedness.”

Silence for a moment, Duke Lanabelong of Kendil who had a straight head gulped down his brood, taking a sip,

put the drink in his mouth for a long time, and asked:

“Until now what is the strength of balatentara Pajajaran?”

“According to Kalasrenggi's description before meeting his death the other day about two

thousand more. They have more power than us. We're only about a thousand and six

hundreds. But let it not be the concern of the dukes. Why I said don't worry about why this is so.

First, in war, the number of

great is not always decisive to achieve victory. Often fewer teams are able to defeat larger teams. This is because that

indeed, the element of strength or number is not very decisive but the element of tactics is more decisive. With high and mature tactics, knowing in

where the weaknesses of the defense of Pajajaran troops, surely we can tear their factory in an instant.

Second, in warfare, the speed of combat or the exact time of attack is

very determined. If the opponent is caught off guard, even though the number is large, can

screwed up and swept away by a small force. Likewise with us.

We will attack suddenly, by ambushing.

Pajajaran will only find out if our army is in sight

their noses. At that time, they will have no time to prepare themselves.

I

feeling by sticking to the two things, it is not difficult for us to solve the Pajajaran. Moreover, the dukes here were not low-scientific humans either. A few are students from famous silat colleges as well, isn't that so?”

The five dukes similarly stumbled on a smile. The average person is an heir

the silat sciences of various branches and schools and their sciences could not

considered a low-key market science.

“In addition,” said Mahesa Jenar anyway, “Do not forget the help that will

given by a famous martial arts world figure, namely Begawan Sitaraga.”

“Oh, so Begawan sakti who dwells at the top of Mount Halimun it helps us too?” tanya Warok Gluduk, Duke of Rajasitu.

“Ya,” says Mahesa Jenar.

“How until Begawan is willing to help our struggle?” ask Ireng Tapak.

“To know he has a dispute with Toa Kamandaka.“ Mahesa Jenar replied anyway.

“If so, one day only Pajajaran must have been equal to the ground.” said

he will accept if their rebellion succeeds.

* * *

It was a day of light rain. The night wind was blowing cold and hard. The figure of the body was walking nonchalantly. No matter the spatter, no matter the strong wind, no matter what the cold that gushes the bone marrow. He walked on even while whistling. Arriving at the end of the road, the high wall and once in a while, in a certain distance passed by a well-armed guard.

In front of a gate escorted by eight soldiers stopped the young man. He looked to the left and to the right, looked up at the gate and looked at the guard with a foolish look. The gate guards first looked on suspiciously but then one of them snapped: 

“Gondrong youths!! What are you doing here?!” 

The young man was even smiling. 

“Do you not know where you are at the moment?!” snatched the other guard soldiers. 

“Ah..that's what I want to ask you, brother. Is this the palace of Sang Prabu Raja Pajajaran?” 

Eight pairs of guard soldiers' eyes looked from top to bottom. There was no other conclusion for them than to argue that surely the long-haired young man was a man with a lack of memory. A somewhat aged soldier came forward. 

“Young people, this is indeed the palace of King Pajajaran. Anyone is not allowed to stand for long around here.” 

The young man scratched his head. 

“If standing here can not, of course entering more can not be anymore.“ he said slowly as in himself. 

“Deliver from here,” said the soldier. 

“But, I want to meet with Rara Murni.” said the young man. 

The old soldier laughed. “Nobody is allowed to meet with Mr. Princess, let alone you.” 

“This is a very important affair, Brother.” urged the young man. 

One of the other soldiers, who was impatient, said: “Crazy young man, run from here. Or the base of my spear will brazen your head.” 

But the young man did not care about the threat. 

“Brother bodyguard, listen,” said. “I've known Rara Murni. Maybe I know her better than any of you here. I must meet him. Just tell him that there's a long-haired young man named Trisula who wants to meet him. Surely he knows and lets me in.” 

The eight guards laughed. Some of them even sneered. And one of them said: 

“You're wrong address, man. Mustnya you come to the shaman Gendong house in Andawa village, ask for medicine to him so that your brain is crazy can be repaired.” 

“Who said I was crazy?” inflammation of the young man hair gondrong. 

“You are not crazy. But beveled or half-crazy.” And a crackle sounded again in front of the gate of the palace. 

“If you don't want to love me in, it's okay,” said the young man who was none other than the Trident of Death Rangga Geblik. “But one thing I said, I'm not crazy. All of you who are crazy laughs without a shred of cause.” 

After saying this the young man passed by, stepping while whistling. 

Rara Purely did not believe in the sight when she saw the door open and two body figures entered inside. One was the host of his nanny, an old woman, while the other was a long-haired young man who had helped him the other day. 

“We meet again, Rara,” said Rangga Geblek. “At the gate I was not allowed to enter, forced to jump through the wall and force this old woman to tell your room. “ 

“Did you come here, Brother Trisula?” ask Rara Purely. 

“Ah.. apparently you still have not forgotten that picture. Real nice. Why did I come here ?, To meet you of course.” said swordsman Trisula Maut also while leaning his back to the door he had closed. 

Rara Murni's red face heard Rangga Geblek's words. About this self-help he was never forgotten, especially considering his greatness. Then he asked: 

“Why do you want to meet me ?” 

“Oh, so can't see?” 

“Not so I mean, Brother.” 

“Listen to Rara, I must meet and talk to Sang Prabu tonight as well.” 

Rara Pure was surprised. “What business is there..?” 

“Important order. Very important.” 

Rara Purely thought. This young man as long as he was known despite being cherry and like to talk digress but his heart was plain. However, he still did not know who this young man was. It is not impossible that he is a traitor like Kalasrenggi but who practices tactics in another way. The temples help first, then when the time comes will help. 

“Tell me your important business, brother. Later I will tell Sang Prabu.” 

“This is not a woman's business, Rara Murni.” said Rangga Geblek anyway. 

Rara Murni who is more concerned with the safety of her biological brother Prabu Kamandaka replied: 

“Sorry, however, I cannot match you with Sang Prabu.” 

Rangga Geblek said nothing. Stolen head. 

“It's hard to believe in a human like me. But let it be, meeting with you is also my heart.” 

The swordsman laughed and went back to see how Rara Pure's two cheeks had turned red. Suddenly his left hand was thrown face to face with his index finger stretched straight. Without letting out the voice of the nanny host who was on his knees is now unconscious. Rara Purely was about to scream. But his mouth was sealed by Rangga Geblek.

The young man said: “Rara, the woman is fine. I'm just telling him not to let him divulge secrets. Know that your palace is now full of traitors. I don't know who's the ringleader of the traitor. If I know in the afternoon, I've twisted his head and brought it before the Prabu. I hope tomorrow morning or tonight you bring the Prabu to your room and read my message.” 

After saying so the Trident of Death stepped against the wall and used his index finger to write. Write a series of verses containing advice and warnings. 

Soon a rebellion will break out

The rebellion overthrew the Prabu from the throne

the Palace Kingdom is full of honest-faced traitors

but be careful as a demon 

Prepare the armies outside the royal walls

Trident

“See you soon Rara Murni.” said Trident Death swordsman Wiro Sableng after writing the series of verses.

Quickly left the room. Rara Purely hunted to the door but the young man had already vanished. When that same night Rara Murni met Sang Prabu and explained about the arrival of the strange young man then surprised Prabu Kamandaka.

With big steps and without any bodyguards at all King Pajajaran was with his sister went to the room. And indeed what was written on the wall of the room fits what his sister explained. The walls of the room were of stone and lined with very hard white marble. With a chisel though it will be difficult to write a string of the verse. But the strange young man had written it with his fingertips. 

“How do you think Kanda?” rara Pure asked her sister.

“The young man is certainly a remarkable man.” said Prabu Kamandaka.

“But what he wrote on this wall, is one thing I can't believe yet. The royal army has been cleaning up. And no traitor was found.”

“Maybe they have all stepped aside and prepared themselves in one place hidden outside the kingdom,” said Rara Murni anyway.

Prabu Kamandaka rubbed his chin. Then he said: “Hide about this writing, Dinda. Although I can't believe it, I will conduct an investigation as well.”

After that, Kamandaka came out of his sister's room.

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