บท 47: Scene XLVII

Her appreciative words were ignored by Aslak as he watched the woman's hands take the cord from him and turn it around her waist to eventually tie it in a well-kept knot.

Then, he followed her motion with an attentive eye as she slightly bent to take a laying cotton that would touch her face lightly with some powder he ignored, doing no change whatsoever in her humble beauty even with the gain of whiter shade.

Using a pinkish translucent oil, she dipped the fingertip of her ring finger in its curiously small bowl and traced her own lips with its shade while looking inside the glass that reflected her image.

'... What's... What are those things she's using??' — Tilting his head in crossed arms, the man wondered at the never seen actions he was witnessing from his Wife. And once she walked to the armoire from where she would retrieve a cloak to wear over her dress, Aslak stepped forward to sniff the rosy cream that had gone on her lips.