Meanwhile, the house that Adhinata goes to was the home of the Biswara was none other than the adopted granddaughter of Reksa Jagat, he's not asleep that night, but he seems to be busy, he has been going in and out of the house to prepare the vegetables from her garden that were picked up this afternoon, since he wants to take them to market tomorrow morning.
And shortly after running his horse, adhinata's reached the home of the Biswara.
"Excuse me for interrupting? If you don't mind if I take the rest of the tonight?
Biswara still crouching, then stands straight up and turns his body over.
"Well, please ..."
And when Adhinata saw face Biswara, he immediately assumed that he was the ghost of the forest. The ruined visage of Biswara was frightening, but only by a flickering kerosene lamp, it failed to illuminate clearly, and it added horror to the one's face.
"Oh, who is this gentleman? What is this human? Or stealth?" asked Adhinata with his face looking tense.
"Take it easy, Sir, I am also human like you, please sit down."
Then Adhinata immediately went to the porch of the Biswara house, and he noticed the busy Biswara again.
"Excuse me, Sir, I'll finish the job, and I'll accompany you," he says.
And soon Biswara was seen finishing his work, and then he sat down with his guest.
"Who was this Sir? Why were you here at this time of night?"
"Meet my name Adhinata. I am from the city of the king."
"Then why were you here at this late hour? Have you lost your way?"
"Not knowing, I do not know if I am lost or not? But I was clear on my way up to the slopes of mount Arga Pura," replied Adhinata, pointing at the mountain.
"Why did you come to the mountain? How are you doing, Sir?"
"Not, I won't anything."
"Then what for?" Says Biswara.
"I'm just on duty from the Karmajaya kingdom, I'm being sent by queen bhanuwati's."
"Oh, so this
Sir was a royal retainer?" asked biswara.
"True, I am commander to the kingdom of Karmajaya, I have the royal duty of searching for a milky corpse in a cave on the slopes of mount Arga Pura."
"Why would the queen ask to find a corpse of power?" asked Biswara intrigued.
"To cure the disease the king Jayantaka."
"In fact, what kind of disease does the king? You have to be cured by a corpse of power."
"The king has been suffering from paralysis, Sir, he has been unable to get out of bed for months."
"Wait a minute, Sir," and suddenly, Biswara cuts her loose, like a man doing his meditation.
Biswara was getting the call of the occult, he's being summoned by Reksa Jagat of the etheric spirit.
"Biswara of my granddaughter's..."
"Yes, Grandpa. What is calling me?"
"Your guest was a good man, and he was doing his duty."
"And what you permission when your body take by this man?"
"You must Know... That by this time I had nothing to do with my body, I had nothing to do with it, because I was in a different realm."
"And Grandpa? Does that mean I should let your corpse be taken away by him?
"It's up to you. If you feel the need yes please, but if only to cure king jayantaka's illness should not be with my former body."
"Then with what was Grandpa?" asked Biswara.
"Bring me three strands of hair from my body, and then give it to the man to be used by the king of Jayantaka, by the permission of the god was king Jayantaka to be cured immediately," said Reksa.
"Well, then, Grandpa, tomorrow after the market I will visit your body and I will get three strands of Grandpa's hair to give to my guest here."
"Do not wait until tomorrow for my grandson's confinement At this time in the cave many people were trying to take the body of Grandpa, but all of them will never be able to, even if only to enter the cave before you come."
"Remember the message, my grandson. The person who deserves my body was a knight, who has a good personality because if it is not, If my body falls into the hands of the wicked, then it will make his crime more perfect and then more and more people will suffer because he did, then select the truly right person. Farewell, my grandson..." The message Reksa.
"Good, Grandpa."
Then Biswara opens his eyes and sees her smile as if he's still sitting there watching her.
"Sir, Adhinata. Know that there was want much now for taking corpse a great deal of power in the corpse of those they want the body of magic."
"Okay, then I won't be resting at your home, I'll go up the mountain marbles and I'll immediately take the body of magic so that the fighters don't pick it up."
"Hold on, Sir, don't rush, take it easy, because those swordsmen will never get to the shining corpse."
At the sight of the man in front of her, adhinata's returned somewhat to her surprise.
'who was this man? 'he seems to know the body of magic very well,' he mumbles something in his heart.
"Uh, I'm sorry I haven't asked you, who was your name? Like that familiar with the milky corpse?"
"My name is Biswara, I am the grandson of Reksa Jagat."
"What? Reksa Jagat of the milky corpse?"
"Yes, Sir, and it was I who was assigned to look after the corpse his."
"Oh, forgive me, Sir, Biswara? I don't know, so how can I get my hands on the shining corpse? The king jayantaka's condition has the illness ."
"Just to cure the king, there's no need to bring her back."
"And then?" asked Adhinata.
"You has brought hair to Reksa Jagat."
"What is the way of Biswara?"
"I'll get it for you."
"Oh, that's right. well, then when were we gonna get there?"
"Now Sir, we will leave now to ascertain the conditions of the cave, let's, Sir!"
Then the two of them immediately set off down the road leading up to the slopes of mount Arga Pura, as though they had chosen not to bring horses, for fear that the sound could be heard by the other fighters who were on their way to the same spot.
Biswara invites adhinata's permission to take a shortcut, although it's a bit steep and occasionally has to climb a cliff but for a swordsman, it's not a problem.
To be continued...