“Yes.”
“She wasn’t here, of course.”
“Her body was not.”
“Oh!”
Tressa said in her sweet, humorous way: “You must try to accustom yourself to such things, Victor. You know that Yulun talks to me.... I wanted to talk to Sansa. The longing awakened me. So—I made the effort.”
“And she came—I mean the part of her which is not her body.”
“Yes, she came. We talked very happily while I was bathing and dressing. Then we came in here. She is such a darling!”
“Where is she?”
“In Yian, feeding her silk-worms and making a garden. You see, Sansa is quite wealthy now, because when the Japanese came she filled a bullock cart with great lumps of spongy gold from the Temple and filled another cart with Yu-stone, and took the Hezar of Baroulass horsemen on guard at the Lake of the Ghosts. And with this Keutch, riding a Soubz horse, and dressed like an Urieng lancer, my pretty little comrade Tchagane, who is called Sansa, marched north preceded by two kettle-drums and a toug with two tails——”
Tressa’s clear laughter checked her; she clapped her hands, breathless with mirth at the picture she evoked.