Interlude: The calm before the storm
Interlude: The calm before the storm
Bandar Brunei, 18th September 1842
"So..." questioned Muhammad Idzwan, "What do you think of that Englishman?"
Pangiran Said Abdullah mulled over his close friend's words. They were out from the royal palace now, walking on the road that will lead them to the heart of Bandar Brunei. The meeting between the Sultan and his subjects ended not an hour before, and already the royal court was abuzz with the events that had transpired that day. In a single declaration, the entire village of Kuching - along with all the surrounding land from Datu Point to the Samarahan River - is now under the care of a foreign adventurer.
Said Abdullah only had one word for this.
"Bad." he answered. "Very bad. These Europeans and foreigners are meddling close to what we own and close to what we govern. I distrust them. To think that our Sultan would appoint a white foreigner to care for any of our lands..."
"I agree with you on that." Muhammad Idzwan added with a chuckle; he was always the more humorous of the two. "Still, how you think he managed to do away with that Pattingi uprising? Two lords to Kuching for almost five years and nothing happened! Then along came an Orang Inggeris and just look where we are now!" He let out a short laugh. "What would our grandfathers thought if they are here... What do you think happened there, Said?"
Said deadpanned. "Most likely either that Pangiran Hashim did something sneaky or the man blew the revolters to pieces deep in the jungle. Well, I do know one thing; He won't last long."
Idzwan stopped walking. They are now on one of the main roads of the city and numerous residents are passing them to and fro to whatever destination they had in mind. Close by, several fruit vendors are shouting out for any interested customers. Turning around, he questioned. "What makes you say that?"
His friend replied back, looking at him. "I have been to Kuching before; Nothing but full of pirates and Ibans who will stop at nothing to be free. Free to roam, free to pillage... I don't think that man will last two years in that place, even with all the cannons he has, and not just that, but I wonder how long until the local lords begin to tire of him or his associate."
Pangiran Said Abdullah's fantasy
"I don't know... for what it's worth, that Orang Inggeris does seem to have a good head. And speaking of which..." Idzwan shifted his eyes to the commotion around them, grateful for the white noise. "...any changes relating to those persons?"
Said Abdullah cast an eye over both Idzwan and the chaos around them before going off to a side street, his closest friend trailing behind. This was something else entirely, something that only they and the royal court shared behind their ruler’s back. For the past few years now, rumours were spreading of envious eyes looking at the usurpation of important posts close to the Sultan, but the fact that entire families are implicated in this have not yet reached the ears of their ruler nor the Bruneian public. Not yet, at least.
The Pangiran looked around for any close bystanders before finally speaking out what he heard. "Well, from my ears it's now confirmed; the lord of Sarikei wants to keep his post and wants absolutely no part in all of this, and Pangiran Amirul is the same as well. Pangiran Usop, however... he wants his mouth as close to the Sultan as he can get, and the man who's closest to the Sultan now is-"
"-Pangiran Muda Hashim." Idzwan gasped. "Ya Allah, what has that man got dragged himself into!?"
"And now you see why I don't like these foreigners." Said looked up above the rooftops to the evening sky before taking off along the side street back to the main thoroughfare, walking along the route that led the two men right to the harbour. There, floating in the middle of the river right before their eyes was a tall-masted European ship; the same ship that had brought the Englishman James Brooke to Bandar Brunei just twenty-five hours ago.
"They could literally ruin us all."
James Brooke's Royalist, forever remembered in bronze
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Footnote: Pangiran Usop really did exist in the 1840's, and he did have an eye to become the Sultan's “Bendahara" or Prime Minister, a position then held by Pangiran Muda Hashim.
Bandar Brunei, 18th September 1842
"So..." questioned Muhammad Idzwan, "What do you think of that Englishman?"
Pangiran Said Abdullah mulled over his close friend's words. They were out from the royal palace now, walking on the road that will lead them to the heart of Bandar Brunei. The meeting between the Sultan and his subjects ended not an hour before, and already the royal court was abuzz with the events that had transpired that day. In a single declaration, the entire village of Kuching - along with all the surrounding land from Datu Point to the Samarahan River - is now under the care of a foreign adventurer.
Said Abdullah only had one word for this.
"Bad." he answered. "Very bad. These Europeans and foreigners are meddling close to what we own and close to what we govern. I distrust them. To think that our Sultan would appoint a white foreigner to care for any of our lands..."
"I agree with you on that." Muhammad Idzwan added with a chuckle; he was always the more humorous of the two. "Still, how you think he managed to do away with that Pattingi uprising? Two lords to Kuching for almost five years and nothing happened! Then along came an Orang Inggeris and just look where we are now!" He let out a short laugh. "What would our grandfathers thought if they are here... What do you think happened there, Said?"
Said deadpanned. "Most likely either that Pangiran Hashim did something sneaky or the man blew the revolters to pieces deep in the jungle. Well, I do know one thing; He won't last long."
Idzwan stopped walking. They are now on one of the main roads of the city and numerous residents are passing them to and fro to whatever destination they had in mind. Close by, several fruit vendors are shouting out for any interested customers. Turning around, he questioned. "What makes you say that?"
His friend replied back, looking at him. "I have been to Kuching before; Nothing but full of pirates and Ibans who will stop at nothing to be free. Free to roam, free to pillage... I don't think that man will last two years in that place, even with all the cannons he has, and not just that, but I wonder how long until the local lords begin to tire of him or his associate."
Pangiran Said Abdullah's fantasy
"I don't know... for what it's worth, that Orang Inggeris does seem to have a good head. And speaking of which..." Idzwan shifted his eyes to the commotion around them, grateful for the white noise. "...any changes relating to those persons?"
Said Abdullah cast an eye over both Idzwan and the chaos around them before going off to a side street, his closest friend trailing behind. This was something else entirely, something that only they and the royal court shared behind their ruler’s back. For the past few years now, rumours were spreading of envious eyes looking at the usurpation of important posts close to the Sultan, but the fact that entire families are implicated in this have not yet reached the ears of their ruler nor the Bruneian public. Not yet, at least.
The Pangiran looked around for any close bystanders before finally speaking out what he heard. "Well, from my ears it's now confirmed; the lord of Sarikei wants to keep his post and wants absolutely no part in all of this, and Pangiran Amirul is the same as well. Pangiran Usop, however... he wants his mouth as close to the Sultan as he can get, and the man who's closest to the Sultan now is-"
"-Pangiran Muda Hashim." Idzwan gasped. "Ya Allah, what has that man got dragged himself into!?"
"And now you see why I don't like these foreigners." Said looked up above the rooftops to the evening sky before taking off along the side street back to the main thoroughfare, walking along the route that led the two men right to the harbour. There, floating in the middle of the river right before their eyes was a tall-masted European ship; the same ship that had brought the Englishman James Brooke to Bandar Brunei just twenty-five hours ago.
"They could literally ruin us all."
James Brooke's Royalist, forever remembered in bronze
**********
Footnote: Pangiran Usop really did exist in the 1840's, and he did have an eye to become the Sultan's “Bendahara" or Prime Minister, a position then held by Pangiran Muda Hashim.