The Pillow Book Of The Flower Samurai - Plot & Excerpts
Purchases That morning Hitomi sent a girl quite early. I was annoyed that she could disturb me so soon. I sighed, still tired, but dressed myself and went to her apartments. I shivered, thinking of her punishments, as I walked in the morning damp. Then I smiled inwardly, remembering the shivering when Hitomi had come into the bathhouse to tell me of the great Taira no Michimori. Perhaps my smile was more for Michimori than Hitomi. I wondered what new petty thing had upset Hitomi. Reviewing the events of the night before, I could think of nothing I had done wrong except that one hem. But Hitomi rarely, if ever, awakened so early. Something else had gone wrong. And, with Hitomi, it was never pleasant. I thought through the list of possible misdemeanours. My heart beat faster, and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, yet I maintained my decorum. My steps did not falter. There was so much gossip among the Women-for-Play. I did my utmost to avoid anyone learning my business from my movements or face.
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