With the news that spread around in the village that Oranmiyan was now found, each house with their dead in their arms found their way to the house of the shrine and at the entrance of the shrine they stood and watched and wailed that this peril be brought to an end.
That the people have suffered enough. For their river flows of blood, the plants become dry and their animals are dead. Even worse as their children are dying.
For who have they offended and had failed to forgive them? And that no matter how they prayed they received no answer. For if this continues shall they all kill themselves and the King shall rule over himself and his household.
Even if Oranmiyan had wanted to talk, he could not have the confidence to do so as he was yet seated in accordance with the Eldest Priest and the rest of the Priest with yet no words from their mouths to anyone, not even Oranmiyan.
