Aponibolinayen longs for some healing oranges that are guarded by a fierce giant. Her warrior husband resolves to fetch them for her, even though the quest is full of danger.
This fable from the Philippines is full of magic and adventure.
Read by Geoffrey.
Proofread by Claire Deakin & Jana Elizabeth.
From a collection of Philippines fables by Mabel Cook Cole.
Aponibolinayen and the Healing Oranges –
Hello, this is Geoffrey, and I am here with another folk tale from the Philippines. The heroine is again Aponibolinayen, a beautiful woman with magical powers. We have already heard how she married the sun, but in this story she is married to Aponitolau, a warrior. Perhaps her marriage to the sun did not work out in the end, or perhaps this is a different Aponibolinayen from another village – we are not quite sure – but it is an exciting and magical story.
Aponibolinayen was sick with a headache, and she lay on a mat alone in her house. Suddenly she remembered some fruit that she had heard of but had never seen, and she said to herself: “Oh, I wish I had some of the oranges of Adasen.”
Now Aponibolinayen did not realise that she had spoken aloud, but Aponitolau, her husband, lying in the spirit house outside, heard her talking and asked what it was she said. Fearing to tell him the truth lest he should risk his life in trying to get the oranges for her, she said: “I wish I had some fruit.”
Aponitolau at once got up, and, taking a sack, went out to find some of the fruit for his wife. When he returned with the sack full, she said: “Put it on the bamboo hanger above the fire, and when my head is better I will eat it.”
So Aponitolau put the fruit on the hanger and returned to the spirit house, but when Aponibolinayen tried to eat, the fruit made her sick and she threw it away.
“What is the matter?” Called Aponitolau, as he heard her drop the fruit.
“I merely dropped one,” she replied, and returned to her mat.
After a while Aponibolinayen again said: “Oh, I wish I had some of the oranges of Adasen.”
Aponitolau, who heard her from the spirit house, inquired: “What is that you say?”
“I wish I had some fish eggs,” answered his wife – for she did not want him to know the truth.
Then Aponitolau took his net and went to the river, meaning to please his wife if possible. When he had caught a nice fish he opened it with his knife and took out the eggs. Then he spat on the place he had cut, and it was healed and the fish swam away.
He hurried home with the eggs, and while his wife was roasting them over the fire, he returned to the spirit house. She tried to eat, but the eggs did not taste good to her, and she threw them down under the house to the dogs.
“What is the matter?” Called Aponitolau. “Why are the dogs barking?”
“I dropped some of the eggs,” replied his wife, and she went back to her mat.
By and by she again said: “I wish I had some of the oranges of Adasen.”
But when her husband asked what she wished, she replied: “I want a deer’s liver to eat.”
So Aponitolau took his dogs to the mountains, where they hunted until they caught a deer, and when he had cut out its liver he spat on the wound, and it was healed so that the deer ran away.
Aponibolinayen could not eat the liver any more than she could the fruit or the fish eggs; and when Aponitolau heard the dogs barking, he knew that she had thrown it away. Then he grew suspicious, and changing himself into a centipede, hid in a crack in the floor. When his wife again wished for some of the oranges, he overheard her.
“Why did you not tell me the truth, Aponibolinayen?” He asked.
“Because,” she replied, “no one who has gone to Adasen has ever come back, and I did not want you to risk your life.”
Nevertheless, Aponitolau decided to go for the oranges, and he asked his wife to bring him rice straw. After he had burned it he put the ashes in the water with which he washed his hair. Then she brought coconut oil and rubbed his hair, and fetched a dark clout, a fancy belt, and a headband, and she baked cakes for him to take on the journey. Aponitolau cut a vine which he planted by the stove, and told his wife that if the leaves wilted she would know that he was dead. Then he took his spear and head axe, and started on the long journey.
When Aponitolau arrived at the well of a giantess, all the betel-nut trees bowed. Then the giantess shouted and all the world trembled. “How strange,” thought Aponitolau, “that all the world shakes when that woman shouts.” But he continued on his way without stopping.
As he passed the place of the old woman, Alokotan, she sent out her little dog and it bit his leg.
“Do not proceed,” said the old woman, “for ill luck awaits you. If you go on, you will never return to your home.”
Aponitolau paid no attention to the old woman, and by and by he came to the home of the lightning.
“Where are you going?” Asked the lightning.
“I am going to get some oranges of Adasen,” replied Aponitolau.
“Go and stand on that high rock that I may see what your sign is,” commanded the lightning.
So he stood on the high rock, but when the lightning flashed Aponitolau dodged.
“Do not go,” said the lightning, “for you have a bad sign, and you will never come back.”
Still Aponitolau did not heed.
Soon he arrived at the place of the Thunder God, who also asked him: “Where are you going, Aponitolau?”
“I am going to get oranges of Adasen,” he replied.
Then the thunder commanded: “Stand on that high stone so that I can see if you have a good sign.”
He stood on the high stone, and when the thunder made a loud noise he jumped. Whereupon the thunder also advised him not to go on.
In spite of all the warnings, Aponitolau continued his journey, and upon coming to the ocean he used magical power, so that when he stepped on his head axe it sailed away, carrying him far across the sea to the other side. Then after a short walk he came to a spring where women were dipping water, and he asked what spring it was.
“This is the spring of Adasen,” replied the women. “And who are you that you dare come here?”
Without replying he went on toward the town, but he found that he could not go inside, for it was surrounded by a bank which reached almost to the sky.
While he stood with a bowed head, pondering what he should do, the chief of the spiders came up and asked why he was so sorrowful.
“I am sad,” answered Aponitolau, “because I cannot climb up this bank.”
Then the spider went to the top and spun a thread, and upon this, Aponitolau climbed up into town.
There he found Gawigawen, keeper of the oranges, who was asleep in his spirit house, and when he awoke and saw Aponitolau sitting near, he was surprised and ran toward his house to get his spear and head axe, but Aponitolau called to him, saying: “Good morning, cousin Gawigawen. Do not be angry. I only came to buy some of your oranges for my wife.”
Then Gawigawen took him to the house and brought a whole deer for him to eat, and he said: “If you cannot eat all the deer, you cannot have the oranges for your wife.”
Aponitolau grew very sorrowful, for he knew that he could not eat all the meat, but just at that moment the chief of the ants and flies came to him and inquired what was the trouble. As soon as he was told, the chief called all the ants and flies and they ate the whole deer. Aponitolau, greatly relieved, went then to Gawigawen and said: “I have finished eating the food which you gave me.”
Gawigawen was greatly surprised at this, and, leading the way to the place where the oranges grew, he told Aponitolau to climb the tree and get all he wanted.
As he was about to ascend the tree, Aponitolau noticed that the branches were sharp knives, so he went as carefully as he could. Nevertheless, when he had secured two oranges, he stepped on one of the knives and was cut. He quickly fastened the fruit to his spear, and immediately it flew away straight to his town and into his house.
Aponibolinayen was just going down the bamboo ladder out of the house, and hearing something drop on the floor she went back to look and found the oranges from Adasen. She eagerly ate the fruit, rejoicing that her husband had been able to reach the place where they grew. Then she thought to look at the vine, whose leaves were wilted, and she knew that her husband was dead.
Soon after this a son was born to Aponibolinayen, and she called his name Kanag. He grew rapidly, becoming a strong lad, and he was the bravest of all his companions. One day while Kanag was playing out in the yard, he spun his top and it struck the garbage pot of an old woman, who became very angry and cried: “If you were a brave boy, you would get your father whom Gawigawen killed.”
Kanag ran to the house crying, and asked his mother what the old woman meant, for he had never heard the story of his father’s death. As soon as he learned what had happened, the boy determined to search for his father, and, try as she would, his mother could not dissuade him.
As he was departing through the gate of the town with his spear and head axe, Kanag struck his shield and it sounded like a thousand warriors.
“How brave that boy is!” Said the surprised people. “He is braver even than his father.”
When he reached the spring of the giantess, he again struck his shield and shouted so that the whole world trembled. Then the giantess said: “I believe that someone is going to fight, and he will have success.”
As soon as Kanag reached the place where the old woman, Alokotan, lived, she asked where he was going, and when he had told her, she said: “Your father is dead, but I believe that you will find him, for you have a good sign.”
He hurried on and arrived at the place where lightning was, and it asked: “Where are you going, little boy?”
“I am going to Adasen to get my father,” answered Kanag.
“Go and stand on that high rock that I may see what your sign is,” said the lightning.
So he stood on the high rock, and when the bright flash came he did not move, and the lightning bade him hasten on, as he had a good sign.
The thunder, which saw him passing, also called to ask where he was going, and it commanded him to stand on the high rock. When the thunder made a loud noise, Kanag did not move, and it bade him go on, as his sign was good.
The women of Adasen were at the spring of Gawigawen dipping water, when suddenly they were startled by a great noise. They rose up, expecting to see a thousand warriors coming near; but though they looked all around they could see nothing but a young boy striking a shield.
“Good morning, women who are dipping water,” said Kanag. “Tell Gawigawen that he must prepare, for I am coming to fight him.”
So all the women ran up to the town and told Gawigawen that a strange boy was at the spring and he had come to fight.
“Go and tell him,” said Gawigawen, “that if it is true that he is brave, he will come into the town, if he can.”
When Kanag reached the high bank outside the town, he jumped like a flitting bird up the bank into the town and went straight to the spirit house of Gawigawen. He noticed that the roofs of both the dwelling and the spirit houses were of hair, and that around the town were many heads and he pondered: “This is why my father did not return. Gawigawen is a brave man, but I will kill him.”
As soon as Gawigawen saw him in the yard he said: “How brave you are, little boy. Why did you come here?”
“I came to get my father,” answered Kanag, “for you kept him when he came to get oranges for my mother. If you do not give him to me, I will kill you.”
Gawigawen laughed at this brave speech and said, “Why, one of my fingers will fight you. You shall never go back to your town, but you shall stay here and be like your father.”
“We shall see,” said Kanag. “Bring your arms and let us fight here in the yard.”
Gawigawen was beside himself with rage at this bold speech, and he brought his spear and his head axe which was as big as half the sky. Kanag would not throw first, for he wanted to prove himself brave, so Gawigawen took aim and threw his head axe at the boy. Now Kanag used magical power, so that he became an ant and was not hit by the weapon. Gawigawen laughed loudly when he looked around and could not see the boy, for he thought that he had been killed. Soon, however, Kanag reappeared, standing on the head axe, and Gawigawen, more furious than ever, threw his spear. Again Kanag disappeared, and Gawigawen was filled with surprise.
Then it was Kanag’s turn and his spear went directly through the body of the giant. He ran quickly and cut off five of the heads, but the sixth he spared until Gawigawen should have shown him his father.
As they went about the town together, Kanag found that the spirit of his father was kept in the house of the giant. Kanag used magical power, and his father came to life.
“Who are you?” Asked Aponitolau. “How long have I slept?”
“I am your son,” said Kanag. “You were not asleep, but dead, and here is Gawigawen who kept you. Take my head axe and cut off his remaining head.”
So Aponitolau took the head axe, but when he struck Gawigawen it did not injure him.
“What is the matter, Father?” Asked Kanag, and taking the weapon he cut off the sixth head of Gawigawen.
When Aponibolinayen ran to look at the vine by the stove, and it was green and looked like a jungle. Then she knew that her son was alive, and she was happy. When the father and son returned, all the relatives came to their house for a great feast, and all were so happy that the whole world smiled.
OOOOOOOOO lala awesome story it’s good to be first.
April 9, 2014
Dear Bertie can you please put the following books on storynory?
1. Malory towers by Enid Blyton
2. ST. Clares by Enid blyton
3. Nancy drew
4. The baby-sitters club series by Ann M. Martin
5. Main Street series by Ann M. Martin
6. Magic tree house series by Mary Pope Osborn
7. Baby-sitters little sister series by Ann M. Martin
8. Geronimo Stilton books
9. The secret seven series by Enid Blyton
10. famous five series by Enid Blyton
11. Mystery Series by Enid BlytonBertie can you please do the following books on storynory?
1. Malory towers by Enid Blyton
Please reply yes or no.
April 9, 2014
Dear Malory, We love Enid Blyton, and thank you for the last, but unfortunately we still need the permission of her “estate” – the people who now own her work – to do her books on Storynory, and that would probably mean paying them more than we can afford.
Bertie when I asked you to put those books on storynory you replied to me saying
dear Malory, We love Enid Blyton, and thank you for the last, but unfortunately we still need the permission of her “estate” – the people who now own her
work – to do her books on Storynory, and that would probably mean paying them more than we can afford.
So I asked you what do you mean by thankyou for the last.
April 16, 2014
Hi Malory Enid Blyton died a while ago but her family now own her books copyright. We would have to pay them to publish her stories and we can’t afford to do that.
Bertie you write original stories for storynory. oWhich is your favourite series of original stories?
April 17, 2014
Dear Malor, I do think Bertie and the Pancakes was a good story because it’s quite touching. From the Katie stories, I like maybe The Magic Chocolate best because I remember us laughing a lot when we recorded it.
Bertie my name’s Malory you know that I don’t know how it changed to Olivia. I read Mavis’ comment and I think that the same problem was with her.
April 18, 2014
Bertie I told you that my name is Mavis!
April 18, 2014
I love Olivia’s idea about the story of the year.
April 19, 2014
Bertie I had suggested an idea about Katie and Isis starting a baby-sitting club in Katie’s magic personality part two on the comments page. Now I have another idea. If you are going to make a story on that Baby-sitting idea of mine, I have another idea after that. It’s a connection.
A new girl comes to Katie’s school, and her name is Belinda, (or whatever name it’s up to you to decide), and she likes both Katie and Isis. They become best friends. Then Katie asks the new girl to join the baby-sitting club and she agrees. Before she joins, Katie and Isis ask her if she had done any baby-sitting earlier. And she says that she started baby-sitting when she was nine, and that she saved some kids from a fire.
April 19, 2014
Dear Nisha, I like the idea about Katie and baby sitting, though I am not sure it has to be a club. Many thanks for the idea.
Bertie I don’t know what happened to me today I am
I was buisy yesterday because it was easter and the internet wasn’t working.making a lot of mistakes. Sorry for that.
April 21, 2014
I think its a problem with the computer I don’t know what’s happening.
April 21, 2014
I’m sorry for writing so many comments. I know its a little too much.
April 21, 2014
When is a new story comming out?
April 22, 2014
Yes it means “the”
April 23, 2014
It is very good story
April 24, 2014
Why couldn’t the father chop of the giants last head.
Was he to kind and compassionate for such a deed or was it something else!
And with the power to heal any wound he created he truly did sound like the sun, not just some humble warrior!
April 24, 2014
April 29, 2014
that was amazing
April 30, 2014
I loved it ! It was awesome, and amazing! Do you have any similar story’s? PPPPPLLLEASSE answer me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
May 3, 2014
This tale is so inspiring,i love tell bicos i believe in magic.Is u fight by magic or by human strenght:all is same as power!