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And levitating above the hole in the ground was indeed a skull, held up by a<br />
worker's dirty hand. The skull slowly rotated, as if its empty sockets were surveying the<br />
crowd before stopping to gaze at the men by the ambulance.<br />
Men Djawa shrieked. Bolting under the arms of a cop, she raced on bandied legs<br />
toward the men, her pink sandals flapping, and threw herself at them with hands<br />
outstretched like claws. Mantera jerked back in alarm, but before she could land her<br />
attack, Dharma and a police officer had grabbed her arms. The prince's imperturbability<br />
reasserted itself. He stepped close to Men Djawa and said something as her shrieks<br />
quieted to incoherent babbling. She didn't resist as two policemen marched her off.<br />
Nol's uneasiness was now burbling through his marrow. Marching over to the<br />
tarp, he squatted on his haunches to inspect the skulls, careful not to touch them. He<br />
noted the depressed factures, but did see a single bullet hole.<br />
A shadow fell across the skulls and there entered into his field of vision a pair of<br />
polished black shoes and immaculate trouser cuffs. Nol lifted his gaze up to Raka,<br />
surveying the bones. His heavy black eyes turned to Nol. "Communist scum," he said<br />
and strode off.<br />
Nol stood to go, but the skulls held him in place.<br />
Dharma came over and put a hand on his shoulder. "You know he's not here," he<br />
said. "This will do you no good."<br />
When Nol was school, after his last class of the day he'd go directly to his Uncle<br />
Dharma's compound, always bustling with activity, unlike his own house, where he had<br />
to tiptoe around his mother. With his cousins and friends, he played tops and gambled<br />
marbles and flew kites and hunted in the fields for snails and eels. He'd grab a meal out of<br />
the kitchen and sleep over, a ragtag assembly of cousins all tangled up on a single bed.<br />
Uncle Dharma loved to tell stories to the boys, recounting the heroic deeds of the<br />
warrior king Ken Arok and his powerful and yet tragically cursed keris blade that gave<br />
Ken Arok his kingdom and in the end took his life. Many an evening, Uncle Dharma<br />
spirited Nol away into the jungles where Hanuman the Monkey King fought the Demon<br />
King who'd kidnapped the lovely princess Sita. Nol laughed until he cried at the antics of<br />
Pan Balang Tamak, the village trickster who always found a clever way to weasel out of<br />
temple dues and village duties.<br />
On the dark of the new moon, when dangerous spirits roamed, Nol and the others<br />
would huddle on Dharma's porch, shivering to his tales of the leyak called Luhde<br />
Srikandi, a fanged witch disguised as a beautiful woman, an agent of the evil<br />
Communists who lured honest patriotic men to their horrible deaths.<br />
"<strong>One</strong> night of the new moon," Uncle Dharma said, "I heard outside my window<br />
the sweetest voice asking me for help. But I knew Luhde Srikandi's tricks and I closed<br />
my ears. Not everyone did so. The next morning, we found at the pura dalem a man with<br />
his half-eaten heart on the ground and his entrails pulled out and arranged in the<br />
communist hammer and sickle."<br />
He would end these stories with reassurances. "Don't worry, boys, we trapped her<br />
and killed her. How beautiful she was! But when we cut off her head, it became her real<br />
self, with red bulging eyes and sharp bloody fangs."<br />
But the stories Nol loved hearing the most were the ones Uncle Dharma told him<br />
in private, about his father. Madé Catra was smart and kind and cheerful and famously<br />
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