Issue Date: July 1999

When they arrived at the hermit’s mountain abode, the sage appeared to know the answer to the question even before it was asked. “Patih,” he declared, “tell your king that this woman will give birth to a son whose name will be Siung Wanara (Monkey Tooth).”

The minister and concubine returned to King Pamekas and told him of the prophecy.  But the king contemptuously declared, “This sage is an impostor.  The woman is not pregnant at all.

“He must be killed!” the king decreed.

King Pamekas’ orders were carried out at once.  Alas! The night following the unfortunate sage’s execution, his spirit appeared to Sri Pamekas in a dream.  “I foresee misfortune for thee, O king,” the spirit warned.  “Thou had me killed, and now thine own son will kill thee.  I did not say thy selir was pregnant, but she will be.  And thy son, Siung Wanara, will kill thee.  That is my revenge!”

After that, Chepaka vanished forever into the realm of shadows.

Sri Pamekas laughed about this dream when he woke up, but soon disaster fell upon the kingdom.  So the king consulted his astrologers, who counseled: “O king, arrange a feast.  After the meal, go and lie with the first woman you meet.”

The king did as the astrologers advised.  Much arak (palm wine) was poured at the feast, and Sri Pamekas became very drunk.  He went to bed with the woman he found in his private suite.  She happened to be the same woman that Sri Pamekas had sent out to the mountains to consult with and deceive the sage Chepaka.  That very night the selir became pregnant.

In due course she was delivered of a son.  Then the king remembered Chepaka’s prediction.   He immediately tried to poison his son, but the potions could not kill the baby.  He wanted to tear the boy to pieces, but the old family nurse told him that this would be a mortal sin. “Instead,” she advised, “put your son in a basket and throw him into the River Krawang.”  This Sir Pamekas did.

A little while later an old fisherman saw the basket in the river.  He picked it up and put it in his boat.  He rowed straight home with his find and, upon entering his house, called to his wife.  Together they opened the basket.  They were delighted to find the baby, for they had no children of their own.  So they raised him as their own son, and he grew up to become a tall lad.


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