Book3:WereMyDreamIs

nocursinperfeditionwhichQueenAishahadbeenusingtoobservethesurroundingareasduringtheinvasionofthebarbarians.Sheputallthesepreemorabiliaintoherbackpack,gratutingherselfthatshehadbroughtthebagalongwithherwhe;otherwiseshewouldnotbeabletanysouvenirsofthetripbackwithheraury-handed,whichwouldhavebeenaterribleletdowhoughtthattheunfinisheddissertationmustbelongtothecapableandlearnedQueenAishaandthebookofpoems,whichrecordedoddsandendsoflifeintheKingdomofDreams,wasanevenmoreprecioussourceforherownwritingfaveherfirst-handknowledgeoflifethere.Shelookedatthefine,delicatewritingandthoughtitlookedveryfamiliar,muchlikethatofAngelica’s.ThepoetessAngelicawasknownasthe“HermitPoetessoftheRoseGarden”,seldomjoininganysocialgatherings.Sheleftherrosegardenonlyforherearlymjogging.DoesherloagemeanthatshehadasecretroutetoDimitri’sKingdomofDreams?CharinathoughtthatshemustaskAngelicaaboutittheimeshemether.Charinawalkedcarefullyonintheashesandcametoarowofoverturnedet,withbrokengssalroundit.Itmusthavebelooawinecelr,shethought.Thoughsomebottleswerebroken,therewerestillsomethatwereleftwhole,allfamouswinefromallovertheworld.WhatlookedstraoCharinawas,shesawana-lookingporbottlepallsquaretableotheet.Thoughthebottlehadbeenscorchedbyfireandcoveredwithdustandashes,thestrahingwasthesmalltableitwasunscathed.Shewalkedoverandpulledoutthestopper.Astrongaromaofliquorrushedathernostrils.Sheedupthemouthofthebottleandtookasip.Thewidowhrhttoherstomach.Whatgoodwine,shethought.Itmustbethe100-year-oldmaotaiwineDornahadusedtopac