any of them.
At last the Sultân said:
'Well, the day has dawned, why does no one go forth to kill To’ Kâya Bîji
Dĕrja?'
Tŭngku Mûsa turned upon Tŭngku Pănglîma, 'Go thou and slay him,' he said.
Tŭngku Pănglîma said, 'Why dost thou not go thyself or send Pahlâwan?'
Pahlâwan said, 'Thy servant is not the only Chief in Trĕnggânu. Many eat the
King's mutton in the King's Bâlai, why then should thy servant alone be called
upon to do this thing?'
Tŭngku Mûsa said: 'Imâm Prang Lôsong, go thou then and kill To’ Kâya.'
'I cannot go,' said Imâm Prang, 'for I have no trousers.'
'I will give thee some trousers,' said Tŭngku Mûsa.
'Nevertheless I cannot go,' said Imâm Prang, 'for my mother is sick, and I must
return to tend her.'
Then the Sultân stood upon his feet and stamped.
'What manner of a warrior is this?' he asked, pointing at Tŭngku Pănglîma. 'He is
a warrior made out of offal!'
Thus admonished, Tŭngku Pănglîma sent about a hundred of his men to kill To’
Kâya, but after they had gone some fifty yards they came back to him, and
though he bade them go many times, the same thing occurred over and over
again.
Suddenly, old Tŭngku Dâlam came hurrying into the palace yard, very much out
of breath, for he is of a full habit of body, binding on his kris as he ran. 'What is
this that men say about To’ Kâya running âmok in the palace? Where is he?' he
cried.
'At the Mosque,' said twenty voices.
'Ya Allah!' said Tŭngku Dâlam, 'They said he was in the palace! Well, what
motion are ye making to slay him?'