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"It was a day of low clouds and west winds. The middle of the rainy season, when<br />
sickness and misfortunes stalk the land. The PKI were powerful and getting more<br />
powerful. It seemed possible that they would overcome the nationalists and control the<br />
country. And it wasn't that I had any great affection for the palace."<br />
Dharma held up his two forefingers, pressed tightly together. "But in this Mantera<br />
and I were one. I looked out at the courtyard where the women were assembling the<br />
offerings. We were Balinese. The PKI taught a foreign ideology. If they came to power,<br />
they would give us no choice, they would strip us of our culture and identity. They would<br />
reverse the natural order.<br />
"I bowed before Mantera and said, I am your servant. I became the leader of the<br />
nationalists, with the palace as my patron.<br />
"Nah, after Moung Agung erupted, the famine spread and tensions grew. You<br />
need to understand something, Tina. It is easy to have sympathy for losers. But the<br />
Communists were not going to show any mercy. Cadres marched with hammer and sickle<br />
banners saying Death to Capitalist Dogs. Effigies were hung and burned. This wasn't just<br />
propaganda. They meant it. They were the first to create death lists and to make plans to<br />
cleanse the country.<br />
"Here in Batu Gede the Communists wanted our rice fields. <strong>One</strong> late afternoon<br />
they caught us unawares and raided a field belonging to the palace, ready with their own<br />
scythes to harvest the crop. The tenant was there. He tried to stop them. They killed him,<br />
cut him down like he was a dog. Everyone was hungry for revenge but I knew the PKI<br />
were looking for excuses so I calmed everybody down. I told them to keep cool heads<br />
and colder steel at the ready. I told them, our day would come. And our day did come,"<br />
Dharma said. He turned to look at Mantera, still buried in the sand. "Do you see that cane<br />
with the silver handle? It's ironwood. It is very hard. It will break bone. Do you<br />
remember those skulls? The fractures in the back of the head?"<br />
Tina stared at the cane. "Oh dear God," she said softly.<br />
"There's our boat driver. Time to go."<br />
As Tina paid the bill, Putu trotted up the beach, a broken surfboard under his arm,<br />
blood dripping from his forearm, where coral had gashed the skin. Zoe clucked with<br />
alarm. "That looks nasty."<br />
On the back wall of the café was a first aid box with some bandages and<br />
disinfectant. Wulandri got out a roll and the small bottle of Betadine. "Let me put some<br />
on," she said.<br />
Zoe took them from her. "I'll do that."<br />
The smile Wulandri gave Putu was as small and concise as her shrug. "And you'd<br />
better pray at your family shrines," she said. "Spilling your blood before your tooth filing<br />
is not a good omen."<br />
The speedboat's twin outboards zippered a wake in the glassy blue sea. With a<br />
tattered life jacket tied around her, Tina clung bucket seat. Beside her, Dharma held to his<br />
offering basket. The boat swooped close to the curve of coast. A few miles along the<br />
black sand beach, the driver throttled back into idle, the engines burping a cloud of white<br />
exhaust.<br />
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