13That evening, the Sylva had a feast in Raka's honor.
The people laid out long reed mats on the beach, then covered them with trays of meat and fish and bowls overflowing with all manner of fruits and vegetables. At sunset, the Sylva lit tall torches around the feasting place and built a fire over which pots of stew bubbled and steamed.
Throughout the celebration, men and women sang and danced. In their gestures and movements, Grandpa Po explained, the performers told the story of Raka's a*******n as a baby and happy return to the island years later.
Not that Raka was able to pay much attention to the songs and dances. During the entire feast, she hardly had a moment to herself. Sylva of all ages constantly surrounded her, touching her affectionately and asking one question after a
