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“And so you came to my house on the soft pads of a midwinter kitten, the whisper of your black tresses sweeping your heels, and so you came to my heart just as quietly. Why, then, did you make such a terrible noise when you let go of my hand and departed, a great trumpeting of horns, a great beating of drums? We had always kept our home in the sweetest of silence, broken only with a dropped spool of scarlet thread or a soft cry from your lips early in the morning. Now your departure crashes like a thunder, and the timbers of the house shake with the force of the space you left behind.”
THE CHENG CLAN OF western Zhou was a long way from western Zhou. They had been driven out for supporting the wrong prince, who had at the time seemed like the most righteous son of the previous Zhou emperor and a fairly good bet considering his mother was backed by the Ki clan. Unfortunately, his brother had turned out to be more righteous instead, and also a little handier with a great deal of bear gall poison.
“You did pretty good for an out-of-shape southerner,” she said cheerfully. “Get some sleep. Dream of meat.”
Nghi mostly writes about food, death, and family, but sometimes detours into blood, love, and rhetoric.
