Chapter 2 Part 3 Food Tasters and Poisons

I slept badly and repeatedly hurled my white silk pillows onto the floor and kicked my golden sheets off the bed. I called the sleeping attendant a dozen times to fetch me my pillows back or get me a glass of water, or milk, or light some incense. The insect netting floated in the slightest breeze from the open windows facing the wood and the lake. The gold satin curtains and the netting made shadows I startled at and called to have them tied back. The waterfall on the other side of the Pala