If you like old guys who deep are into baths, fine clothes, and aesthetics, you'll like this. If not, pay attention anyway.
-Pops
A Visit to Whispering Pine Estate
“Master?”
“Yes? What
is it?” the old gentleman Whispering Pine replied to his manservant.
“The
Professor’s daughter, Miss Phoenix and her ‘friend’ are here to see you. She
sent a message and a garment earlier?”
“Ehhh,” the
impeccably dressed Whispering Pine sighed heavily. “I detest unexpected,
last-minute visits. Especially manipulating me with these one-time offers. This
had better be good. She’s a brilliant one, that sprout, but can you imagine
what her eye for the fashionable would target?”
“I can’t
begin to wonder sir.”
“Still,
that robe she sent. Lovely, lovely, lovely. What a red. I’ve never seen such a
thing. How could such an ugly lump of a girl … but I must bite my tongue. Did
you make up that infusion for her as I requested?”
“It’s being
served to her now.”
“Thank
Heaven. It’s still light out. Seat them outside, but put out some lanterns. The
azure I think. And light a couple of censers. Seat them at the table where the
blooms are the heaviest. This ‘friend’ Wang is male isn’t he?”
“Yes sir.”
“Physique?”
“Rather
like Little Panda but smaller, about your height.”
“Age?”
“Mid-20s.”
“Face?”
“Average.
Dark.”
“IN-teresting.
Set up for a wet meeting.”
“How many
do you think?”
“We’ll play
that as it goes. I’ll move them indoors as soon as she has … uh … cleared her
system.”
He finished
up his correspondence and then sat for time. I’ll keep them just a bit longer,
he said to himself. He got up and paced. His eye caught the cut flowers in
large vase in the hallway. That flower arrangement is not right, he thought.
You train and you train the help, but they just don’t have the eye. Short,
medium, tall, balance gaps with clutter. Set the primary focal point, then
secondary, then tertiary. Ah! That’s
more like it, he muttered to himself stepping back to admire his work. That
should be enough time.
He
proceeded to the sitting room. His arms flew up in a gesture of pleasant
surprise and he adopted a broad smile on his face. “Darling! My little Birdie!
It’s been too long and we’re only a street apart. So good to see you,” he
gushed as he leaned down to give her a big kiss. “Mmmmwha. Oh, exquisite my
dear,” he said admiring her outfit. “Very nice. Suits you well.” Nurse had put
a formal robe on her for making a social call. “And who dressed you today?”
“Nursie
Zhang.”
“Did she?
Remember this ensemble. Can you do that for me dear? Come here dressed like
that anytime.”
“Why should
I bother knowing how to dress when Nanny will do it for me?”
“With that
attitude, young lady, you will look only as well dressed as your father, and we
know what at travesty he is. Is that what you want?”
“Frankly I
couldn’t care less.”
Three was
amazed at the level of rudeness and familiarity that passed between these two.
He shot her a glance of caution, but she just brushed it off.
“Your
associate,” said Whispering Pine, “is waiting for you to exercise some common
etiquette.”
“Oh. This
is Three, who I wrote you about. He’s from one of the southern provinces, the
Eastern Expanse.”
“I’m
honored to be in your house. I am from the Jewel River Valley. I am the third
son of Duke Wang.”
“Really? Do
you know Lady Qian? Fortune Daughter?”
“Indeed I
do. That reminds me. Lucky? You may stand by until you’re needed. Thank you.” The
manservant took a bundle from Lucky and led Three’s servant into the house.
“I know she
moved to south for her health. She simply could not abide the frigid capital
winters anymore.”
“I would
say she is not well, but she is stable.”
“Well,
that’s something. Give her my well wishes. Remind me to give you something to
take to her before you leave. I understand you are a man of great learning.
Come into my study. I make all of my scholarly guests inscribe their favorite
couplets on a hanging scroll.”
“Looking at
some of the specimens you have on the wall, I would say that my pen is not
worthy, but I would be most happy …”
“I’m sorry,”
said Toad butting in, “but Master Wang is in a hurry …”
“Phoenix!”
Three surprised himself at the intensity and bluntness that came out of mouth.
He restated her name gently, “Phoenix, I think we are doing just fine with the
time.” He grasped her hand and gave it a squeeze along with a nod of
reassurance. He turned back to the host. “Since we are meeting on the occasion
of a royal wedding, I think I have just the right poem.”
The three
of them entered a well-appointed studio. Toad shifted about nervously for Three
as the two men talked endlessly about the forms of classical poetry, and then
the quality of pig’s hair brushes, and then the absorbency of paper versus silk
in taking ink. The household seemed to her a flurry of constant motion with
slender young men taking turns bringing in various pens, ink, blotters, and
other utensils that Whispering Pine called for. Finally, they adjourned for tea
in the parlor where the men debated over the varieties of domestic teas that
could be bought in the capital.
Toad was
quite acquainted with all the facts that made man a scholar as she had absorbed
every book in her father’s library, but she could absolutely not understand the
propensity of men to go on and on about the fine points of technique,
craftsmanship, and prowess. It was such an absolute bore to her that she
started to dress Three’s nails as he talked to Whispering Pine. She felt relief
when Three changed the subject.
“I will
write out my favorite couplet as you requested earlier, but I feel inspired to
compose something just for this meeting, if I may?” suggested Three. “Perhaps
four sheets of paper?”
“Quite
ambitious. Most guests only fill two. And that’s after a good measure of wine
has passed between us.”
“Let’s
start with the first page and see how it goes, shall we?” Words flowed
effortlessly out of Three’s arm, and then he stalled on the last word. “That’s
always the hardest one, isn’t it? I’m going to set this down and think about it
bit.”
“Indeed. In
fact, let us go where I do my best thinking—in the bath.”
“The day
has been quite sultry. An excellent idea. Toad if you are too embarrassed, then
...”
“I am
coming with you. I am the ONLY ONE who will wash Master Wang,” she announced.
She expected this was coming.
“My, my.
The little bird has turned into a tiger, ordering me about in my own house,”
said Whispering Pine. “And aren’t you the protective one? What is this? A
crush? Is it even possible for my little Toadie? You want to keep this one for
yourself, eh? Well I never thought I’d see the day.” The usually oblivious Toad
found herself blushing, but she set her stance between them, stayed silent, and
denied nothing that was said.
“Before I
forget,” said Three, breaking the awkward silence. He reached into the pouch of
his sleeve. “A small gift for your house,” he said as he brought out two trimly
wrapped packets. “This is part of the cargo I brought up from the south. It’s
best that it’s kept in a jar in a dry, dark, cool place. Please give it smell.”
“That’s
what I’ve smelling all this time. Why this is a full measure of cinnamon. And
it’s so pungent. I’m overwhelmed. And these? Vanilla beans?”
“Yes, it
was fortuitous that a trader brought a shipment into my port before I set sail
for the north.” The host clapped and handed off the gifts to be stored. They
went to the bath and the manservant returned to undress his master. Toad,
having made such a fuss, now had to undress Three. She had never done such a
thing and copied the servant’s every move. The men stepped into the large tiled
pool filled with heated water. Toad assisted the servant in applying scented
bath salts.
“Phoenix
tells me,” said Three, “that you, the Headmaster, and the Emperor were all
school chums as young bucks. Is that right?”
“That was a
long time ago, but yes.”
“I
understand that you served as the Minister of Ceremonies. Are you involved in
any of the wedding event preparations?”
“I have
long since retired from those duties. They’re really a young man’s job, but so
exciting! These days I draft imperial letters of introduction and reference.
That’s where this young chip comes in. She is my international correspondence
secretary. No one has the facility to write in as many languages as she—not
even her father, the celebrated master of foreign tongues in the capital. She
is invaluable, despite her extreme youth and inexperience in social graces.”
“I’m getting in!” announced Toad, tearing off her clothes and hopping in. Before she did, Three got a good close look at Toad’s backside. On the left buttock he had previously seen a red birthmark that looked like a fresh burn, which had made him politely turn away focus, but here upon close inspection he saw that the mark was in the form of a feng huang bird, the phoenix—this was probably the source of her name.
“I’m getting in!” announced Toad, tearing off her clothes and hopping in. Before she did, Three got a good close look at Toad’s backside. On the left buttock he had previously seen a red birthmark that looked like a fresh burn, which had made him politely turn away focus, but here upon close inspection he saw that the mark was in the form of a feng huang bird, the phoenix—this was probably the source of her name.
“Good heavens
dear! Don’t splash!” admonished Whispering Pine to no avail. “She comes by her
nickname in more ways than one,” he said to Three. The girl placed herself
between them, wrapping her arms about Three’s torso to protect him from … something.
“Uhm,
Phoenix has become quite … fond of me which I appreciate greatly,” said Three.
“We only just met at the Princess Banquet.”
“I must
say, you two have progressed quite quickly. I’m jealous and am calling for my
own clinging vine then.” He called out and then a beautiful young man quickly
appeared, stripped down, and entered the bath beside the older man, setting
immediately to massaging his shoulders. “Thank you Clever. Your hands are ever
the best.” The pretty young man whispered into his patron’s ear and the snuggled
up on his shoulder.
“Why Three,
you devil. Clever tells me you and he have met before.”
“Have we?”
“He said
you shared past lives in the ancient Xia Kingdom.”
“Oh my
heaven yes! The Evergreen Inn this morning. Clever, you’re Qi’s brother … or
something …”
“The
Evergreen? Three, you are the man about town,” said Whispering Pine slyly.
“Since you know Clever, I know which door you go in.”
“I want you
to know, sweet Baba,” said Clever, “that I held him in my arms. He’s quite
strong. I did not have to let him win. You’d like him.”
“With a
recommendation like that,” said the older man, “how could this not be the start
of something good?”
“Clever,”
said Three, “you’re not really Qi’s brother, are you?”
“Just an
actor trying to make a living,” said Clever.
“Hush up
you two,” said Whispering Pine, “you’ll wrong the magic of that enchanted
castle. Three, your turquoise and emerald robe is exquisite, by the way. That
dye work … simply amazing.”
“The
material is from one of the southern peninsular kingdoms. They have this
stencil technique which is quite intricate. It’s my finest garment, except for
the ceremonial robe that I will wear to the wedding, of course. We are about
the same size. It would please me if you would take it. It was made for this trip
and today is the only time I’ve used it.”
“Oh I
couldn’t possibly, that’s too extravagant of you,” said the host.
Three struck his chest four times. “My
father the Duke would be most upset if it were learned that I displeased you.
However, I should let you know, I’ve been informed that it is the color of the
cuckold.”
“Pish if any of my favorites were
not cheating on me, they would not be worth my time. Goodness knows I’ve given
out more than I’ve gotten.”
“Yes, I see.” Three tried to
politely laugh, though he was thoroughly appalled. Living a promiscuous
lifestyle was something Three would never understand, whether it was his
brothers’ or his host’s. He hoped his prudish sentiment didn’t show on his
face.
The older gent nodded his approval
and clapped three times. “Tea. And bring the sand table please.” Tea was poured
and a tray layered with fine sand was brought to the bathers. In the tray was a
pen-sized stylus.
“We need to
finish up that poem of yours Wang. Has inspiration come upon you yet?”
“Here is my
first thought,” said Three as he drew an elaborate character in the sand.
“A fine
word,” said the host, “but not very many people know it. So the meaning would
be obscured. And so many strokes.”
“I see what
you mean,” said Three. “What would you suggest?” Whispering Pine shook the sand
flat and wrote a different character, one simpler and much easier to read.
Clarity and
economy, virtues of the writer,” the older man posited.
Toad
despaired that Three would ever get around to making his sale offer as she
watched the men endlessly debate the advantages and shades of meaning of one
word over another to end this silly poem that Three had just made up. She
thought, It really isn’t very good anyway—sounds like an insipid child’s rhyme.
At least I am sitting here, with my arms around him, both pressed together,
almost like lovers. I should just enjoy it. Father would be outraged, but what
of it? He’s just a silly worm.
The bath
eventually ended, fresh linen tunic and robe was brought out and put on Three,
and the two bid their farewells to Whispering Pine. The host said he would be
sending over an urn to be given to his friend Lady Qian when Three returned
home.
Toad
apologized as they made their way down the hill on which Whispering Pine Estate
was located. “I’m so sorry. I thought he would be interested in buying your
clothes. I don’t know anything about clothes, but he always likes bright colors
and patterns. He’s a very weird man, if you can call him a man.”
“Of course
he’s a man. You saw all of his working manly parts didn’t you? And thankfully,
we did not have to see his parts actually ‘working’ in their manly way,” he
laughed and Toad averted her eyes. “You did fine, Little Lady,” said Three as
he grasped her hand and pressed it to his belt.
She gasped
at first thinking that he might be making an advance on her, but she realized
he was inviting her to assess the full purse that was on his belt inside the
robe he had traded with her old neighbor.
She hadn’t even noticed he was not returning in the clothes he had gone
in.
“Ah! I get
the rare opportunity to teach the little genius something. Gentlemen like him
do not like to conduct commerce openly, even in their own house. They find it
quite distasteful. His butler, however was actively talking with my Lucky in
the next room, examining the merchandise. Whenever a youth came in to serve us,
he was modeling something that the butler was unsure to be according to his
master’s taste. We were signaling to our seconds with our claps and gestures.
Do you recall the last word of my poem we were discussing?”
“What of
it? It was so boring listening to so much talk about a terrible poem.”
“How many
strokes are in that word?”
She drew
the character in the air with her finger. “Fifteen.”
“How many
pieces of cash do you feel in this purse?” She rolled her lips into a
fish-mouth pucker as she realized it was the same number. “He liked and bought
all four of my robes and paid a price dearer than I was expecting. I know he
appreciated my discretion. He is not the first ‘eccentric’ that I have come to
know. They are quite facile in the language of language, working in symbols and
double meanings. Never let it be said that the study of poetics is not useful
in the business world.”
“But it’s
only 15 coins,” said Toad.
“It’s
equivalent to about 350 silver, so we’re fine.”
“Three? How
do you know so much? You’re hardly that much older than the seniors at my
father’s academy. And they’re all know-nothing worms.”
“I don’t
know that much really. You’re being kind. I just pay attention to what people
say and more importantly, what they do. How did you know Whispering Pine would
be interested in my clothes?”
“Promise
not to get mad if I tell you?”
“Mad? Why
would I get mad?”
“It is
because you dress like a woman.”
“I do NOT
dress like a woman. My robes are all masculine!”
“But the
materials … the colors, the patterns, they are not what men in the capital
wear.” Three thought about all the bolts of cloth he got from his trading
partners that he took to his tailor—fabrics ranging from Africa and India to
the Southern Islands and beyond, fabrics he liked because they were different. She had a point—he did notice he got a
lot of stares on the street.
“So are we
going to the Red Lantern now?” she asked with anticipation.
“No. I am
taking you home to your dinner and your bed. The Red Lantern is no place for a
girl like you after dark. There’s a curfew too.”
“Oh please?
I want to see how it turns out.”
“Thanks to
you, young lady, it will be very boring. I will lay down coins and good ol’
Sergeant Do-Good will hand me a piece of jewelry and that will be the end of
it.”
“I doubt
it,” said Toad warily. “You seem to attract the gods of misfortune.”
“Your
confidence in me is overwhelming. You asked how I know so much. Let me tell
you, Misfortune is the greatest teacher a man can have. Trust the Power of
Three. He is wise, as he is Misfortune’s best pupil,” Three laughed at himself.
There it was thought Toad—she had made him smile. She could not help but keep
smiling herself because he had not let go of her hand since taking it and he
held it until he returned her home.
© 2012 by
Vincent Way, all rights reserved.
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