And start her lovely dance of doom
When seven tasks ye undertake
And seven wefts pass on the loom.
The second task has now been done:
The twin-soul was slain and rose.
The third weft is now begun:
The seventh bhuts great power grows.
Now the six shall start to fall,
Their death heralding the final doom.
The seventh one shall take them all
And string their souls upon the loom.
The third task now awaits your hands:
To find the talisman the goddess bore,
The skull-crowned glyph that wasted lands
And gave her bones the goddess wore.
Then shall the third weft cross the loom,
The seventh bhut arise in power;
Then shall Suaramas final doom
Draw nearer to the final hour.
Karttika 22, Year 1096
This thread arrives from here: The Barber and the Brother - Chapter 11
Toranoshi and Ghanji, dressed as simple folk of the island, leave the safety of the jungle, and their companions Shamad, Rhokit and Janak, and head into the City of the Elephant to scout the situation of the locals. Crossing the open ground between the city and their friends, the two pause a moment at the gate, glancing back they can't see the others hidden in the jungle, and so turn and head through the open gate.
There are no guards there to greet them, no travelers or merchant or lumberjacks moving in and out of the gate. Everything seems silent and still, too silent. A few tendrils of smoke rise up from another side of the city, thick wide tendrils of smoke that appear out of place even for a smithing district. The road before the two is bare, void of traffic, and there is a chill in the air.
Ghanji turns to Toranoshi, "I don't like this." His statement is obvious, something is wrong, there should be guards at the gate, there should be people in the street. The road progresses forward to a large building then turns left and right, perhaps more answers can be found in that direction.