Chapter 6: Visit (3)
"Come out." A-Narah thought that her father was speaking to her, but she couldn't move at all. Soon though another voice was heard, "Master, the papers have been delivered."
"Good. Leave me," the sound of a strong baritone voice spoke. The other person then left. Once the door shut only her father and A-Narah were left in the room.
Her father didn't move, as if he was thinking or waiting for something. He then began walking again toward the bed. A-Narah's heart started speeding up again, but her father didn't stop and kept moving past. He was going to the writing desk. When he was no longer near, A-Narah dared to let out a silent sigh of relief. After a few minutes she grew curious and lifted the bed skirt to peek out, but she couldn't see more than her father's black shoes.
She heard him open a drawer and close it, she then heard the crumpling of paper. She could smell the smoke from the candle her father had just lit. He patiently waited for the paper to finish burning, then he blew out the flame and left without a backward glance.
Once she was sure that he was gone she rolled out from under the bed. Her fear had receded and her identity as a young lady was put back into place. She smoothed out her clothes and hair and put on a calm mask. Finally, she felt secure again.
She looked over to where her father was standing and approached. She didn't dare to touch anything and she had no idea which drawer he had even opened. All that was left of the paper were ashes. Even if she was curious about what secret missive her father had hidden there was no way for her to investigate.
It would be best if she could just leave quickly without being seen. But she had waited too long. It seemed that the maids had returned. She could hear their voices in the servant's hallway. Normally, she would just come up with some excuse and pretend that she had been asked to enter, but instinctively she could feel that having her presence be known would not be a good thing.
She could not leave back the way she had come. A-Narah looked toward the windows. Pulling up the curtains she slipped behind them and opened a window. She sat on the sill and looked down. It wasn't that far off the ground, so there would be no worry for a potential injury. But she couldn't help but grimace. Under her dangling feet was well maintained flowerbed. To go down would mean its destruction, but there really was no other choice. So A-Narah carefully slipped down, trying her best not to damage the flowers, and then turned back to close the window.
But even though she had tried her best to avoid it damage was still done. Crushed flowers and broken stems were under her feet, and the bottom of her dress was soiled. When the gardeners came it would look suspicious. Groaning A-Narah began using her soft, lily white hands to dig a small hole. Dirt was now embedded under her finger nails and coated the sleeves of her dress. The only part of her that had no dirt was her hair.
But for now, A-Narah didn't worry about this. She looked down proudly at her quick work. The ruined bed could now be attributed to an animal. But then she seemed to finally realize how bad of a state she was in. There was no way that she would be able to meet with her mother like this. Let alone sneak a peek at her fiancé. Even if they didn't see her, they would be sure to smell her. It would only lose face for her family. A-Narah finally decided to make her way back to her courtyard, through the gardens, avoiding the pathways so that she could change.
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