Book1:TeDream-Maker (第165/166页)

gesofthebook．flippedbyAisha’sslenderfingers，soundinglikesmallpebblesdroppedintocalm，unruffledwaters.InthewideexpaheskiesinKingDimitri’smysteriousKingdom,dayandnightsucceededeachothertranquilly，itssilencebrokenoccasionallybythefppingofwings．Thus，timepassedpeacefullywithdaysandnightsoverppingseamlesslyintoeachother．Fortimewasalwaysatotalinseparableunit，artificiallysegmentedbyhumansintmentsoflightandshadeportionscyearsanddecadesdowntotheinfinitesimalmorselsdesignatingtheresidueoftime,whoisperhapswearyoftheofficiousinterferenankind．Havihesamereadingposturefortoolongatime,Aishafelttired．Sheputherbookdownonthedesk，andwithherrighthandsupphercheek,gazedatthewideexpanseofskies,whileherlefthandlooseheknotatthenapeofherneck，lettiandluscioushaircascadedownhershoulders．Hergradelegantmovementsandmannerswereperhapsthefruitofherliteraryexcellehegentlespringbreezeblewindawdlinglyfromthewindow，rubbingherbodywithoutrestraint，andsoftlyrufflingthepagesofthebookonthedeskasifsideringstealingtheknowledgeofhumancivilization，butthenabandoningtheideawithdisdain，ughinglyflewoutoftheotherwindow．Aishapickedupthebookidlingonthedeskandsedthroughitquickly．Dayswentby，pagebypage，flippedoverbyherhand．

    EversinceAmaliabluothemysteriousKingdom，sheseemedtohavetakenafancytothepotknowierofthisparadiseohwasherownson．Thebeautieswerecarefultopreservesecrecy，afraidthatoruthwasout，shewouldhavetoleaveandurn．andtheirbelovedmaster’sferventwishtosupporthismotherinstyleinheroldagewouldetonaught．Dayswentbywhileshadowandlight，dawnandduskinterged．Amaliawouldlivefordaysinthepadthendisappearfordaysoonooneknewwhere．Shecameaasshepleased，andwouldacointerference．Whileinthepace，shedidnotliketostayindoors．Shewouldputherbroomhorizontallyuheportidsleeponit．Sometimessheusedittosweepthepacegrounds．Thebeautiestriedtodissuadeherfromdoingsuualbor,telliherewerelotsofpacemaidstodothework，butshepersisteddoggedly．Iheyletherdoasshepleasedfearingshewouldleavealtogetherifshefeltherfreedomthreatened,hamperedorcurtailedinanyway．

    ThegentleAsiangirlLotusputherdewypeainthesilvervaseonthewindowsilndbeganprepariusseed，swallowpe．Disdaingmoderials,shepreferredcookingtheinal,away,singasmallearthenstoveouttotheverandahshelightedafewpiecesofcharcoal，fanningitwithasmallfan．Theacypotoverthesmallfme，knowingAmaliawouldpreferfoodcookedtheoldfashionedway．Sufferingfromaseverehahism，shewouldappreciatesomeyinherdiet，andthisdainty，nutritiouspewouldsuithertoaT．Thebeautifulbodyincasedinluscious,silkenskiinanarcasshestoopedgracefullytocoaxtherelutfmes，exposingacurvaceousfigure．Herskinwassmootherthansilk,butwhereasthefisilkteocrease，Lotus’glowingglossyskinwouldnotwrinkle,remainingsofterandsmootherthanevernomatterhowshebentorstooped．

    AsLotusfahefire，shethoughtofAmalia．Tomostpeople，herwordsandaightbepeculiar，butstrangeandetricthoughshebe，therewasnothingofthewicked，evilwitchabouther．DuriayintheKingdom，shehadcreatedastrangebondofaffewiththebeautieswhomshelovedlikedaughtersofherown;areatedherlikeabenevolentelder．Whenevershereturnedf