Part 4 (6)
The time flew by fast and the sun's rays commenced fading away. It was now afternoon and Babida had taken a leave from the rescue efforts and was away from Suzie and uncle Bibi.
The woodsman was meditating alone in his military tent which was wobbling and menacing to collapse as a result of the earthquake.
It was the same barrack where he was resting the day that imperial guards came over to pick him up and conduct him to the late Governor Kola II who ultimately deprived him of his liberty.
The logger had at last retrieved his beloved Herculean steel axe which was scintillating and laid on the ground on his right. Sitting calmly on the floor with the legs crossed, the torso upright, the eyelids closed and the two hands stuck against each other, Babida called on the ancestors.
"My forefathers, I urge you to prevent your people from another calamity caused by Edimo." Babida spoke to the kind-hearted gods of the Batang empire.