Welcome to my seemingly endless journey.
A trip that will take you to places I might have visited many moons ago.
It´s a tale that came back to me when I meditated on one of my past lives. A life I told you about in my unbelievable true story.
As promised in that story I will now share this story with you.
Chapter 110
"I'm so glad you're here, it gives me an uneasy feeling sitting here alone. Don't ask me what it is, but something about this gives me the creeps. Not just here, actually this whole palace and all those bowing servants give me the creeps."
I can't help but grin, “Dadrie, I'm glad you're the first. I know that uncomfortable feeling and if I were alone, it would probably be much stronger. It is so immense, so neat, that I don't dare touch anything. I'm afraid of accidentally bumping into something or leaving a dirty finger on it. It feels anything but homely. Do you have any idea who our dinner guests are?”
Dadrie looks at the table arrangement; “Probably his wife and daughter, there are far too few plates for his generals and they are all or none. The Sikh should express no preference in his advisors.”
“What do you think, will he also take a seat, his chair, at least that's what I assume, it says. But he is not covered.”
Dadrie looks at the empty chair. “He's coming, just look at how all the handles are pointing towards his place. How everything that is singular on the table is in the vicinity of his seat.”
Now that Dadrie points it out to me, I notice it. Then Numico walks into the room and even before he sits Cabilah and Kreytu follow.
It seems that the men sit on one side of the table and the women on the other. How unfortunate, Cabilah is the only one to take a seat on her side of the table. As soon as she has joined, the footman walks to the opposite side of where the Sikh's seat is located.
“Lady, gentlemen, your attention, please."
"Lady Krya will soon enter followed by her daughter Sion, you are supposed to stand at their entrance and sit before they sit. A little later his divinity will join you. You should not look him straight in the eye. You should remain seated and bow your head slightly. You should only speak to him when he asks you something or says something to you."
"When speaking to him, you should address him by his title or as his divinity and end with your highness."
"When the Sikh takes a seat at the table and when he leaves the table, this should be done in absolute silence."
"You will not greet him or wish to express anything in any way. If you no longer know exactly certain things, all you have to do is let me know. Then I will tell you the etiquette again."
"And then now Lady Krya and Her Highness Sion.”
The door we had been brought in through opened again. Now with a footman on either side. Both ladies were once again adorned in the most beautiful dresses, falling wide from the waist with a narrow body and a bow at the back. Their hair is done up and decorated with silver beads and small effigies.
Their make-up once again applied perfectly, the pale white with the red tint on cheeks and lips. The pink-colored glance. They both wear a scarf of the same fabric as their dress, which completely covers their shoulders and arms.
This means that all the attention goes to their cleavage, which is quite deep, especially for such high-ranking women. Very daring, but these ladies have always been the subject of discussion in the highest circles, according to Kreytu.
They are worthy of the Sikh, but said to be more progressive and opinionated than any women previously in their position. They are normally never exposed to public life. But her Highness Krya has changed that. She smiles sweetly, yet softly, as they take their seats. We all make sure to sit down before the ladies.
It crosses my mind that this might be a rule so that guests can't view the décolletés from above.
As soon as I think this, I realize that these are not thoughts for me. Yet they are mine, and my eye also continues to watch the woman. She has something I have never seen before. So much grace in every gentle movement, that her movements alone are a pleasure to watch.
“Good evening, I welcome you all to our palace. Since I can assume that everything goes according to plan, I would like to hear from all of you a brief description of yourself. I understand it's unusual. But that applies to this entire dinner.
Normally I know my guests, or I have been well informed, but in this case, it is a bit different. To avoid any embarrassment, my daughter and I will introduce ourselves to you first.” She pauses for a moment, motions for a servant to fill her glass, takes the glass in her hand, and brings it smoothly to her mouth. After a sip, she puts it down again and continues.
“My name, as you have already heard, is Krya, I have been the wife to His divinity for 17 summers. Next to me is my daughter Sion, who is now about fifteen years old. Together we are support and refuge for the Sikh in terms of his personal life. We must provide you with conversation this evening.”
Krya sits down again, I hesitate for a second, but even then I recover quicker than the rest of the group. I introduce myself, tell the ladies where I come from and what my profession was there.
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