Erect, in his military bearing, a head curving down from its own weight to see her— never much comprehending before what had been so easy to over-look. That a spread-out hide is the bed of nomads, a hide unfurled is the flag of campaigns for war. But in her flowers and silks, the empress too dresses in a costume most appropriate to battle, feats, forfeitures.
That the labor of one was not so unlike the other.
The curtain of shade’s defenselessness dropped to expose two pregnable beings, arrayed for no peaceful or trusting encounter with life.
Batu stands, contemplating Yuè.
“Tell me of them. Your imaginations.”
That the labor of one was not so unlike the other.
The curtain of shade’s defenselessness dropped to expose two pregnable beings, arrayed for no peaceful or trusting encounter with life.
Batu stands, contemplating Yuè.
“Tell me of them. Your imaginations.”
mongolian | mandarin