The village looked as though it had grown right up out of the forest. There were simple huts and buildings nestled among the trees, made of bamboo, covered with thick leaves. Vine-ladders hung from the treetops, where houses were hidden away in the branches. Beautiful, dark-skinned women huddled and whispered with flute-like voices as the strangers entered with Sung-Hoi. Many dark-eyed men stood solemnly, watching.

"They don't look happy to see us," said Hastings.

"No," said Sung-Hoi. "Many are not. There are those who believe it is evil for you to be here."

"Why did they allow us to come?" asked Simms.

"Because I am High Priest. It is I who decides. This is the only way."