The pillows were filled with down, like the coverlet, while others contained herbs whose fragrance scented the whole room.
The doors, as was usual, did not open or close in the Western manner, but slid along the walls.
In Stanton Ware’s room there was one door that opened onto the passage and another one that communicated with the next bedroom where Zivana slept.
He asked Yin in sign language if she was in her room and the servant understood and nodded.
“We leave as soon as it is dawn,” Stanton Ware said aloud.
“Everything is ready, Noble Master,” Yin replied.
As Stanton Ware was ready for bed, Yin went from the room, bowing low as he stepped into the passage and slid the door closed behind him.
Stanton Ware climbed onto the K’ang and lay back on the pillows, thinking with relief th
