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The king, a superstitious and cruel man, did not heed the warning. He sent his royal hunters with iron harpoons and nets blessed by a rival witch.

She dove. The hunters celebrated, believing they had won. But as they dragged their empty nets ashore, the river began to rise. It did not flood. It receded . The water level dropped a full hand. Then two. Then ten. The king’s rice fields turned to cracked mud. His great river port became a dustbowl. The fish vanished. The crocodiles slunk away. nak klahan dav tep

“You have chosen iron over wisdom,” she said. “So be it. The river will remember.” The king, a superstitious and cruel man, did

She released him. “Go,” she said. “Tell your king that the river is not a road. Tell him the Serpent Queen demands tribute not of wood, but of respect.” The hunters celebrated, believing they had won