Chapter 8
The other villagers, one by one, crowded around Umi. They all wondered why he was just staring at that beautiful robe. Finally, he spoke.
"Everyone should try this robe on." Then he walked to a pile of rocks.
One by one, the adults tried it on, except for Waiata and Tamil. Chimba, unable to put down her baby, couldn't get it on. Then, Molo tried it. The robe was a bit too short. Then, Pilipili tried the robe on. As he put it on, the robe started to fit him better and better. By the time he had the cape on, the robe fit perfectly. Then, one of the totems started to speak.
"Pilipili, for your determination, you are awarded with the garments of the leaders. This tradition has been passed down from one generation to another, and has now been passed on to you. Now, look at your tribe. You command them. You may not have the skills now, but over time and communication with the gods, you shall learn how to properly rule!"
As he turned to the tribe, each person bowed as he looked at them. He was in control.
After the ceremony of acceptance, Pilipili commissioned Molo to finish the hut.
"But who will farm?"
Pilipili consulted the gods. He entered a trance. Then, he walked over to the food bin and did a sort of dance. Molo slowly followed. Then, like magic, there was more food in the bin. Pilipili exited his trance, sat down, and said "We have no food problems. Please build."