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Listening closely, he found he could hear the first subtle hints of
everyday morning life going on outside his enclosure.
    By the lack of sound he knew the ordeal was
over for the warrior, but he wondered why he was unable to hear any
breathing from the other prisoner.
    The light slowly strengthened. The dark
yielded, exposing deep shadows, but there was no movement.
    Marik shuffled over to drink a cup full of
water. Still no noise. Still no movement.
    He moved closer to the middle support where
the son was tied.
    “No,” he exclaimed in a whisper.
    The young man’s head was bent forward at a
severe angle. The body leaned away from the pole. He either had not
been able to stay upright to keep from choking, or he made a
conscious decision not to live.
    “No!” Much louder this time.
    He felt along the walls in the semi-darkness
until he found the door. He pushed with all his might until the
outer barrier gave way and the door opened.
    The light was much stronger outside. Marik
stayed upright long enough to notice the shaman in a kneeling
position a few steps away, then he collapsed in front of the old
man.
    “I have failed. The son is dead.”
    The shaman whispered a question, “and the
father?”
    “I did all you instructed. He is dead
also.”
     
    “Then you have not failed.”
    The boy started weeping silently. “The son
must suffer. He cannot be gone. My father…”
    “Your father has gone. This cannot be
changed.”
    “His killer must suffer, he must give up his
spirit, or my father will not leave to be with the ancestors.”
    The shaman sat silently while the boy
struggled with his pain.
    Marik composed himself. He looked up and
said, “You must bring him back. He must feel the sting of the
bondai fly.”
    “If I bring him back, he won’t feel the
pain.”
    “My father’s spirit must be released.”
    “The bondai flies will soon be released. They
have fed on the enemy. You father will go with them.”
    “No,” Marik insisted. “It is not enough. The
killer must be consumed, and then he will be set free.”
    “He will be a monster if I bring him back. He
will only live to kill.”
    Marik stared resolutely at the reluctant old
man.
    The shaman was quiet for a long time. He
bowed his head and his lips moved soundlessly. Finally, he lifted
his head.
    “Go back inside. Untie the son from the post.
Gather the larvae that have emerged from the father. Clean the
mess, but do not move the warrior’s body. Close the door. Wait for
me there. I must go gather some things.”
    Merik now realized he had broken the rules by
breaking the seal on the door before capturing all of the larvae.
It was extremely important to contain all of the pupae and any
flies that may hatch, not only for the safety of the tribe, but
also for the performance of traditional rituals. He rushed back
into the hut and closed the door tightly behind him.
    He had not realized how horrible the stench
was when he had been trapped inside, but now upon reentering the
small enclosure he could hardly stomach the smell. Blood,
decomposing bodies, and excrement mixed to create a toxic stew of
heinousness.
    It was not bright enough inside to see
details, but he was able to find the knife by feeling around over
by his sack. He cut the bindings holding both prisoners and laid
out the son’s body on the floor away from the father.
    He cleaned up what he could, starting with
his own belongings which he stuffed back into his bag. As his eyes
adjusted to the darkness, and the light penetrating the leaves
increased, he was able to start using the water in the buckets and
the cloth which had been wrapped around his head to wash away much
of the congealing blood and other distasteful stains.
    As the light continued to strengthen he was
able to see to roll the shrunken warrior’s body and locate five of
the larvae which had turned to pupae with hard shells. He placed
these back into the wooden box. Based on the locations he retrieved
them from, he