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Updated: June 9, 2025
As easily as any monkey he swung himself into the next tree, and before Sicto realized it, Piang was taunting him from the very top of a far-off tree. More agile and much smaller than Sicto, Piang could easily travel in this way, and after a few unsuccessful attempts to follow, Sicto jumped to the ground. Slyly making his way along on foot, Sicto watched his rival.
The transport Seward carried the troops around to Iligan, and the struggle up the mountain trail to Lake Lanao began. Sicto was the first to give warning of the approach. He came upon the party one morning as they were breaking camp near the Marie Christina falls and immediately dashed off to Marahui. "The white devils are coming," he shrieked. "Piang, the traitor, is leading them to us!"
A whispered conversation followed, and Alverez finally exclaimed: "I'll do it! Wait here. Watch Piang." Then he hurried off. Without approaching Kali, or divulging the secret to any one, Piang followed the men to the dock, and Sicto laughed softly as he watched the unsuspecting boy walk into the trap.
When the allotted period had elapsed, Piang's mother again extended the mirror, and when each one had gazed into the depth, the pin was replaced, later to be handed on to a new comer. Sicto had joined the less fortunate persons who were watching the ceremony from a distance. Only the elect were permitted to approach the circle.
Sicto, you may have first choice. Do you choose the point, or the flat fall?" Sicto considered: "If the creese falls without sticking into the ground, I shall choose my route first." The crowd instinctively pushed a little closer as Kali tossed the shining blade into the air. A gasp, forced from between some anxious lip, broke the stillness.
The name echoed and vibrated through the forest. Who had called him? Trembling with fear, filled with apprehension, Piang took refuge in a tree. From the branches he scanned the surrounding forest. Was a spirit following him from the haunted cave, or was it the hated Sicto? "Piang!" It came softly this time, as if from a greater distance.
Bamboo caught at his clothing and held him prisoner; bajuca vines clutched his weapons, hurling him to the ground. Sicto was gaining on him. After poor Piang had made the path through the jungle, it was easy enough for Sicto to follow. On, up, fled the boy. He came to a clearing through which a mountain stream was bubbling.
Firmly believing that spirits had aided Piang in his remarkable feat, Sicto trembled with fear, and, with a last glance at the victorious charm boy, he turned and fled into the jungle. Wonderingly, Kali Pandapatan and his followers viewed the new cut-off as they floated by. Amazed, they listened to the marvelous tale.
Piang!" resounded through the stillness, as the excited Moros watched him. Sicto stood, head down, wriggling his toes in the sand. He did not like the idea of the lonely jungle, or the thought of the long hard days between him and Ganassi Peak, but he did not speak. With solemn ceremony the pandita prepared to anoint the boys according to the rites of the tribe.
"Piang," murmured a soft voice at the charm boy's elbow, and he turned to find the little slave girl, Papita, timidly looking up at him. "Chiquita?" "Sicto goes with you. Beware of him, for he would kill you!" "I am not afraid," proudly answered Piang, "but why would Sicto kill me?" Solemnly the little girl touched Piang's breast where lay hidden the sacred charm.
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