Yogyakarta, Java, 1808
“Before you say who it is you want me to curse,” the shaman said, “I must warn you: I cannot curse someone I do not know.”
He was a spindly man with long black hair, black bushy eyebrows and mustache and wrinkles, though there were no wrinkles on his forehead—he looked perfectly relaxed and matter-of-fact.
“Why not?” Ni Darti said—then added hastily, “If Rama is willing to explain, of course.”