But after some weeks since when Simbi had inherited the three gods—
One midnight, the Satyr of the Dark Jungle with whom she had fought the other day, heard the information that Simbi was living with that old woman. And as he was still looking about for her so that he might revenge from her of what she had done to him when both fought, came to the old woman’s house after Simbi and the old woman had slept.
He woke Simbi alone, he explained that he came to take her back to the Dark Jungle where he would kill her. Simbi was so puzzled that she did not know what to do immediately heard like that from him. But instead to wake the old woman and tell her to assist her to help her fight this Satyr, she ran to the corner that she put the satchel in which her three gods were put. She hung it on her left shoulder and then she took one cutlass. After that she came back to him and started to fight him with the intention that her gods would help her to conquer him.
But the Satyr slapped at her breast instead to fight her in return. And she became to the size of a baby. Without hesitation, he vomited a big bottle, he put her inside it by force, and before the old woman woke he had taken her to the Dark Jungle.
Then he put that bottle on a rock, after that he invited some evil creatures of his kind. All of them sat round the rock, and they were looking at Simbi inside the bottle as they were drinking a certain drink. The Satyr told them that he was going to kill Simbi in a few days’ time. But Simbi feared greatly when she heard like that.
“What can I do now which can safe me out of this bottle?” She was confused entirely.
A few minutes later, she remembered to ask for a help from her gods. “Please, the god of thunder, help me to come out from this bottle.” She hardly said like that when the god of thunder sent the lightning onto that rock suddenly. It broke the rock and the bottle into several pieces and the Satyr with his invitees ran far away with fear. Without hesitation Simbi left there for another part of the Dark Jungle before the Satyr came back.
It was at that time Simbi believed that her gods could help her and then she held them as her soldiers.
Then she was wandering about in that jungle. A few days later she met Rali, Sala, Kadara, the rest nameless refugees and Bako, under a tree. They sat and were thinking seriously of the way to come out of this Dark Jungle, and they were thinking as well as how they could escape from Bako, the cockish lady. Because she was giving them much troubles.
But as Simbi was explaining to them with a dead voice all her difficulties, the phoenix who was the helper of the Satyr, suspected that they hid under that tree. And it pounced on them and took one of the nameless refugees away unexpectedly.
Then the rest left that place for another one.
A few minutes after that the phoenix had carried one of them away, it came again and started to jump from one branch to another, it was looking for them.
And immediately they had seen it, they were hiding themselves in the darkness. If it took one direction they would take another direction, and by so doing it was unable to find them out, but it did not go away.
After a while, to make sure the right place that they hid, this phoenix screeched horribly.
But Bako, the cockish lady, who was among them, started to crow continuously immediately she heard the horrible cry of the phoenix.
“Please, Bako, stop crowing, it would suspect us to the phoenix,” the rest warned her whisperly.
“Heigh! don’t tell me that or don’t you know I ought to be acting here as my Siamese twin sister is acting at home!” Bako explained to them so loudly that the phoenix heard and then it was coming to them. Having seen them, it dashed to them just to take one of them away.
But it was unable to do it, when Simbi started to cut every part of its body with the cutlass which she took with her from that old woman’s house, when the Satyr went there and put her inside the bottle.
Within a few minutes, the phoenix flew away when it could not bear the cuts any longer. When it believed that it could not hesitate and take some of them away, for the fear of the cutlass with which Simbi was cutting its body, then it flew high in the sky with a very large stone, and it screeched suddenly just to make sure the right spot that they hid and then to throw that stone on them.
Unfortunately Bako started to crow loudly immediately she heard its horrible screech and this showed it where they were. And then it released the stone. The stone pressed many of them to death. Then the rest rushed to another spot and hid there. They tried to drive Bako back from them but she did not agree, she was shouting greatly instead.
It was like that the phoenix was throwing heavy stones on them until it killed Kadara, Sala and all the nameless refugees, and it remained Simbi, Rali and Bako, the cockish lady, who was suspecting them out to the phoenix.
The Satyr was greatly admired the work of the phoenix. Although he himself was struggling about in the jungle to find them out and kill all of them at once, but he never saw them.
When it was in the mid night, Simbi was feeling cold so much that if she did not warm herself with fire, doubtless she would die before the day-break, of course the rest were feeling the cold but not as much as she did.
As she was discussing about the cold with the rest, she remembered her three gods. Then she commanded the god of thunder to provide the fire.
Hardly commanded it, when it sent the fire onto a dead wood which was near them. The dead wood had a hole which was an impasse.
Within thirty minutes, it had burnt the hole very far and it shone to a very long distance. Then Simbi with the rest were warming their bodies from it. But as Bako did not stop of crowing because she was enjoying the warmth giving to her by the fire, when the phoenix was hearing her crow, it discovered the fire and it was quite sure that they were before it. Instead to throw stone on them as usual, it dashed from the sky to them, but it could only carry Bako away. Having seen this, Simbi and Rali left there for another spot, they hid there.
After a while the phoenix came again, and as it was still seeing the fire from the sky it thought that the rest were still there and it dashed towards the fire, but it flew inside the hole of the tree by a mistake.
It struggled hardly to come out but it was in vain, the fire burnt it into ashes at the same time.
It was like that the phoenix, the Satyr’s assistance, was killed.
Before the day-break, news had reached the satyr and the whole evil creatures of this Dark Jungle, that a number of refugees had killed the phoenix.