Chapter fiveBright and early the next morning Milly said she had to go out for the shopping. She selected her veil with care. I knew there existed a complex system of color, design and embroidery styles marking off one Lohvian woman’s veil from another’s. That was one subject of research I had not pursued. These blank-walled courtyard houses were clearly the urban development of the famous walled gardens of Loh. Once I’d imagined that veils and walled gardens, mysterious though they might be, were all there were to the great continent of Loh. That opinion was in process of revision.
I told Lanlo in a quiet moment whilst the women were all chattering away in the kitchen that the two Pilgrims I’d known were San Ornol Wanlicheng and his disciple — if that was the right word — Xinthe.
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