Chapter threeScreams of fear and terror echoed in my ears and penetrated sluggishly into my slowly waking consciousness. The famous bells of Beng Kishi clanged somberly and incessantly in my head. I struggled to open my eyes and saw an indistinct shimmering blue light.
A glance around told me that I was in a long, spacious and sturdily built wooden hut. Pillars spaced at irregular intervals supported a leaf canopy; the construction material was reminiscent of papishin leaves. In the center of the hut a smoldering fire surrounded by stones filled the stuffy air with an all-pervasive smoke, which explained the ubiquitous blue haze. The smell of fruit, vegetables and cooking food intermingled. A wide variety of household items hung on the pillars, as well as peculiar objects, feathered dolls
