Upon returning to the tribe with the other hunters, Jayavanan turns to his closest advisor. “The hunt has been good, Phaekdei, but it is not good enough. There is so much our people have forgotten in our wanderings these past few generations. I barely remember my great grandfather, our chief, Srindrameas, who led us from Vyadharapura. Even my grandfather, Chief Harshavadravan, was born after our people had left. My visions of our new city come to me through their stories, and they are clear as day to me. Yet, they are tempered by our meagre means now, Phaekdei. We will need to relearn these things.”
Phaekdei’s deeply furrowed brow wrinkles a bit more as he carefully considers the words of his young chief. “Then,
perhaps, my Chief, it is time for you to speak with Chanvatey.”