KNIGHTS OF MANAH VALLEY
Thieves

Pramasala took a few steps back and darted towards Kartika who was installing horses. The two of them also fought each other with agile movements.

When Kartika slashed, Pramasala repelled and when Pramasala slashed, Kartika also easily repelled the Pramasala attack. The clash of swords made sparks which greeted the cries of the audience.

“Both have good sword base technique!” lirih Ki Lugut Salari from her seat.

For quite a long time the two of them exchanged styles, and traded attacks. The second sword game is also very capable, although Kartika's sword seems thinner than the thick Pramasala sword, but the girl is able to master her sword well.

“That girl must have lost!” said one of the spectators who always commented on the match.

“Kartika, you sure win!” shouted the audience who guarded Kartika.

Ten minutes they clashed with swords, accompanied by sparks that looked like fireworks.

Until in the end, Kartika was not able to withstand the Pramasala sword style that flowed with deep energy. Kartika held back until he came out of the arena barrier. The referee stopped the fight and declared that the winner was Pramasala.

“His Premonition Winner from White Snake College!” patih Ragas exclaimed accompanied by a standing ovation from the audience.

“Huh, I don't think, engrossed in defending, unconscious out of the arena. Geez!” kartika complained while sitting on the outside floor of the arena and holding his head with both hands.

“Good Pramasala, it's not in vain I teach you!” lirih Ki Lugut Salari from the bleachers.

Pramasala waved to the audience and bowed his body to the king, then returned to his seat which greeted the smile of Ki Lugut Salari.

***

Meanwhile, the Manah Valley was still walking towards the match arena. Because from where he stayed to the match arena, the distance was not close. The young man deliberately lingered to enjoy the atmosphere of the royal capital.

Without feeling the sun had risen a little, the young man was still enjoying the atmosphere of the capital by taking a leisurely walk. After passing through a market, the young man paused for a moment to simply rest.

Looking at the many merchants who peddle various merchandise, Manah Valley is a little interested in the restaurant not far from where it stands. Suddenly, a middle-aged man in front of him invited him into the food stall he was looking at.

Since the inn did not provide any food, the Manah Valley accepted the man's offer. There is nothing wrong with filling an empty stomach, before following a match that may be very draining.

The tavern servant man seemed to be curious about the Manah Valley, having only this time seen it inside the royal capital.

"Please enter the young, want to order what?” ask the waiter.

"Does the uncle's shop provide anu, emm, stir-fry kale?” The Valley of Manah asked about her favorite food.

"Do you want to add chicken?" Back the tavern servant asked the Valley of Manah.

"Emm, may uncle, I order chicken thighs!” answer the Valley of Manah again.

"Well I'll be back soon,” said the man who served the tavern and passed away from the Valley of Manah.

Not waiting long, the Valley of Manah ate the food ordered with greed, because from morning he had not eaten. The tavern servant man seemed to still be curious about the arrival of the Manah Valley.

He occasionally looked towards the Manah Valley that was devouring his food, but if the Manah Valley turned to the man who was the waiter of the tavern, the man who was the waiter of the tavern immediately turned his gaze towards the others.

“Thief, thief, thief, please stop that black-clothed child, thief!” There was a shout from a middle-aged woman who was running in front of the tavern where the Manah Valley was eating.

“Where is the thief Bi?” ask the Valley of Manah to the woman.

“That's boy, run down that aisle wearing black!” the woman replied by pointing out the thief's direction.

The Manah Valley ran after the thief who headed for a passageway between several magnificent houses, adding a little of its cannura, it was certainly easy to find the thief.

It did not take long, Manah Valley managed to catch the thief. The boy's hand was tied back by the Valley of Manah. The boy lowered his head and cried out for mercy to the Valley of Manah.

“So brother, forgive Rama!” exclaim the boy.

“Quickly return what you stole from that mother!” the Manah Valley Commandments.

“This is back, a child has stolen. How big later. This is already the third time in the last three days,” grumbled the mother who managed to catch up with Manah Valley followed by several men behind the mother.

The boy took out a few pieces of boiled cassava from his inner pocket that were stolen from the mother's trading stand.

'Oh my goodness, just a few pieces of cassava to such screams', the Manah Valley muttered inwardly, muttering, according to him, the behavior of the mother was very excessive in a small child who only stole a few pieces of boiled cassava.

“Emm, tell you what, Auntie. This cassava I paid for, and all the problems were solved. How?” say the Valley of Manah to the mother who is still nagging with words that should not be addressed to children aged ten years.

“Alright, all three pieces of gold coins!” exclaimed the mother in a harsh tone and moved her lips.

The Valley of Manah gave the mother some gold coins that were obtained during the journey to the center of the kingdom. Then untie the rope that still holds the little boy.

“Lha, as soon as it's done, everything disperse!” said the mother by stepping back to the trading yard followed by several men who also chased Rama.

The Valley of Manah invites Rama to sit in a roadside hut that is used as a resting place for the inhabitants of the royal capital.

“Rama, why did you steal the mother's food. Emm, stealing is not good!” the Valley of Manah tried to advise Rama.

“Rama wants to give this cassava to mom. Poor mother has not eaten from morning,” answered Rama who told her mother's condition.

Rama's mother is ill and has only been lying in bed since the last few days. Rama forages for food by stealing from a market merchant's stall who neglects to watch his wares.

“Where is Rama's house? Emm, try out Valley brother delivered there?” said the Valley of Manah who wanted to see the state of Rama's mother.

Rama took the Valley of Manah to his house, located not far from the market. After walking ten minutes, they reached Rama's house.

“This is brother's house Rama!” rama exclaimed as he entered his house and went straight to his mother's room.

The Valley of Manah follows behind Rama into his mother's room and sits on a chair beside Rama's mother's bed. Rama explained to his mother that the Valley of Manah had paid for all the food he had brought.

“Thank you for Valley, sorry if Rama is a hassle!” said Rama's mother with a slight cough.

“Iya Aunty, it is only natural that we help each other. Emm, what's sick aunt? Aunt husband where?” ask Manah Valley curious.

“Aunt don't know this disease nak Valley!” rama's mother replied while explaining that a month ago, after eating boiled cassava given by unknown people, Rama's mother immediately fell ill.