Sanggana Swordsman
40. Queen Aswa Tara Prison
A number of footsteps of more than three people were heard coming closer. Not long after, about eight women dressed in white and white like soldiers arrived in front of the prison. One fairly mature woman dressed in bright blue seemed to lead them.
The eight women were armed with two short swords each tucked in the right and left waists. While the beautiful woman was dressed in blue, her waist was wrapped in a layered red rope similar to the straps of Joko's legs and hands, Tirana and Ginari.
A female soldier opened the door lock.
The blue-clothed woman and six other women moved in, while the other two stood guard in front of the cell.
“Release us, Nisanak!” tirana cried upon arrival the women were nearby.
“My name is Sawiri,” said the blue-clothed woman to Tirana, ten years older. His tone was flat and seemed relaxed. “You have entered the Fog Forest region. Whatever your reasons, you are considered as enemy spies.”
“Sawiri, you know that all three of my friends were seriously injured and his life was on the verge of death, there is no way we are enemy spies. We came here just to find a cure,” said Tirana.
“What's your name?” sawiri asked Tirana calmly.
“Tirana.”
“Save your reasons, Tirana. I came just to bring this young man,” Sawiri said. He then asked Joko, “What's your name, Youth?”
Joko Calm did not answer.
“The condition is too weak, even the voice he can not,” said Tirana.
“What's the name?” asked Sawiri to Tirana, it seems he believes that Joko is very weak despite still being seen breathing.
“Joko Quiet,” replied Tirana.
“The good looks will be presented to Queen Aswa Tara, but I do not know the Queen's response if the conditions are as weak as this,” Sawiri said. In his heart he said, “The power of the Extortion Rope is unlikely to make him that weak. Looks like the young man was indeed seriously injured.”
The short!
Suddenly Sawiri moved his right arm. A short red rope tied to the prisoners' feet and hands, darted and twisted Joko's neck.
“Hekh!” moaning Joko as her body jerked for a moment.
“What are you doing, Sawiri?!” tirana shouted while thrusting her body in the air.
“I'll just take him,” replied Sawiri.
With a single hand movement, the rope that tied Joko's legs came off by itself, as if the rope was bowed by the blue-clothed woman's command.
Bluk!
Joko's body fell to the cell floor. Joko's body lay motionless despite the signs of life. One more hand gesture, Sawiri untied the red rope on Joko's wrist.
“Bring Joko!” sawiri's orders.
So the three white-clothed female soldiers moved up and shouldered together Joko's helpless body.
“How about us?” ask Tirana.
“Time will determine your fate,” replied Sawiri then stepped away first.
The soldiers then followed and did not forget to lock back the cell door.
“As long as this rope binds, I can't do anything. Strange, why are they all girls? Is there no man in this region to be made a soldier?” batin Tirana's. “Ampuni me, Your Highness Gusti, I can't keep the Prince at this time.”
Joko continued to be cut like he was carrying a large wooden block. On his way along the deep prison aisle, Joko had seen a cell filled with white-clothed female prisoners who were tied up by hanging alone. Although it can not be sure that it is Kembang Buangi, but Joko suspects that it is he.
“Then where is Hujabayat?” ask inward Joko.
“Is this a female farm?” joko thought to himself.
Joko Tenang was taken to an area in the form of a park and cold air. There was an invisible waterfall. The park has tree aisles, rows of trees whose branches dangle form a long beautiful hole, especially the trees have yellow flowers that are blooming.
After going through the tree aisle, they can see a waterfall that was previously covered by rock cliffs covered with red and white vines. The waterfall falls into a river that flows into a dark stone cave. Somewhat far from the river bank located on low ground, there is an open bamboo pendopo decorated with thin yellow curtains.
A number of white-clothed female soldiers stood guard on the stairs leading to the river and around the pendopo. From afar, there was a large golden-yellow chair occupied by a woman dressed in luxurious golden yellow.
Upon arrival at the air-conditioned pendopo, Sawiri entered first facing the woman who sat gracefully in her magnificent chair. The beautiful yellow-clothed woman looked about the same age as Sawiri, but she looked much more beautiful with unraveled hair adorned with small, shiny white strands of beads. Golden-studded jewels adorned his fingers and wrists of both his hands. The red lip made her lips look so alluring. She is Queen Aswa Tara, the ruler of a region called the Fog Forest.
On his right and left stood two large-bodied women dressed in white, but somewhat different from other ordinary warrior clothing models. Both are armed with a red rope on his waist similar to Sawiri's.
“Hamba brought the handsome young man we caught, Queen,” Sawiri reported after making a salute.
“Bring here!” queen Aswa Tara's orders were flat.
“Bring the captive in!” yelling Sawiri to the soldiers outside the pendopo.
Three female soldiers came in carrying Joko's body. The young man's body was then lowered lying on the floor.
Seeing the good looks of Joko Calm, Queen Aswa Tara was stunned. That good looks made him instantly want to have the man. But then he frowned.
“He looks so weak?” ask the Queen.
“The name is Joko Calm. He is in a sick condition,” replied Sawiri.
“What pain?” ask Queen Aswa Tara.
“Pardon Servant, Servant does not know it, Queen,” Sawiri replied as he went down to his knees in honor as a confession he was wrong.
“Then how did you know that he was sick?” ask Queen Aswa Tara again.
“His condition was so weak it was not because of the Deterior Strap that tied him up and his friend said Joko was sick. They came to our region to look for a cure,” Sawiri replied.
“What medicine is he looking for?” ask Queen.
“Hamba don't know, Queen.”
“Can he not talk?” ask Queen Aswa Tara again.
“The condition is so weak, Queen,” Sawiri replied while checking the pulse on Joko's wrist.
“Although he is very handsome, but if it does not work, how do I use, Sawiri?!” said Queen Aswa Tara somewhat snapped.
“Ampuni Servant, Queen! Forgive Slave!” said Sawiri hurriedly kneeling respectfully feeling guilty.
“Then what about his two female friends?” ask Queen Aswa Tara.
“One woman is dying and one looks dangerous, Queen,” Sawiri replied.
“Didn't you disable it with the Deterrent Strap?”
“True, Queen.”
“If this young man is weak not because of the Deterrent Rope, try to remove your tali from his neck!” queen Aswa Tara's.
“Good.” (BH)