KAI LUNG'S GOLDEN HOURS
The darkness by this time encompassed them so that neither could see the other's face, but across the scent-laden air Hwa-mei was conscious of a subtle change, as of a poise or the tightening of a responsive cord.
"This is the end?" she whispered up, unable to sustain. "Ah, is it not the end?"
"In the high wall of destiny that bounds our lives there is ever a hidden gap to which the Pure Ones may guide our unconscious steps perchance, if they see fit to intervene.… So that to-morrow, being the eleventh of the Moon of Gathering-in, is to be celebrated by the noble Mandarin with song and wine? Truly the nimble-witted Ming-shu must have slumbered by the way!"
"Assuredly he has but now returned from a long journey."
"Haply he may start upon a longer. Have the musicians been commanded yet?"
"Even now one goes to inform the leader of their voices and to bid him hold his band in readiness."
"Let it be your continual aim that nothing bars their progress. Where does that just official dwell of whom you lately spoke?"
"The Censor K'o-yih, he who rebuked Shan Tien's ambitions and bade him mend his questionable life? His yamen is about the Three-eyed Gate of Tai, a half-day's journey to the south."
"The lines converge and the issues of Shan Tien, Ming-shu and we who linger here will presently be brought to a very decisive point where each must play a clear-cut part. To that end is your purpose firm?"
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