Pearl Buck - Peony

He gazed at her with dreams in his eyes, and she wondered what they were, and dared not ask.

“Come, Young Master,” she said gently, “your mother sends for you.”

“For what?” he asked. He was getting out of bed now, and she stooped and put his silk slippers on his one foot and then his other. He seemed not to notice that she had called him “Young Master,” and not by his name, and he had forgotten that Peony should not be here.

“Leah is already here,” she said simply, without reminding him.

He leaped down from the high bed.

“No!” he exclaimed.

“I tell you so,” she replied. She moved to the other side of the room and poured water into a large brass basin from a brass ewer carved in delicate designs. She fetched a towel and some perfumed foreign soap.

“Still I will not obey my mother!” he exclaimed.

Peony turned and considered him, her pretty hands outspread on her narrow hips. Then she yielded to temptation within her own heart. “You cannot say you will not obey,” she told him sweetly. “You can say, perhaps, that your father bade you hasten to meet him and wait for the caravan — and that you will hurry home.”

“The caravan!” he exclaimed. “Peony, do you speak truth? Did my father tell you?”

“The gateman told Wang Ma our master was called soon after midnight, and she told me,” she replied. “Now wash yourself before you dress. I will have your breakfast sent here. And I will take the message to your mother.”

She went away, her head demurely bowed, and entered Madame Ezra’s room once more.

“Alas, Lady, we are too late,” she said sadly. “When Wang Ma went to our young master’s room, he was up and gone. I have sent a man to search for him but he is not to be found at the teahouse. At the city gate the watchman said he went out an hour ago, saying that he was going to The Three Bells to meet the caravan.”

“How tiresome it is, on the very day before the Sabbath!” Madame Ezra exclaimed. “And Leah?”

“She is coming,” Peony replied. She waited an instant and then said, “Has my lady any commands for me?”

“No,” Madame Ezra replied, “go about your usual work. I wait for Leah.”

“I will go and put fresh flowers into the great hall for the Sabbath tomorrow,” Peony said in her small pretty voice, “and I will keep watch of the gate, so that when our young master enters, I can give him your bidding.”

So saying she tripped away, her satin-shod feet silent upon the stones of the court.

When Wang Ma went to fetch Leah, she found the young girl eating her breakfast alone.

“Do not hasten,” she said, sitting down on a stool near the door to rest herself.

Leah put down the porcelain spoon she held and looked alarmed. “Am I wanted, Good Mother?” she asked.

“Only when you are finished,” Wang Ma said peaceably. “Then, if it pleases you, you are to come to our mistress. Eat, Young Lady.”

Leah took up the spoon again, but she could not eat as heartily as before.

Wang Ma looked at her. Though Wang Ma did not care for the shape of the foreign nose, and though this girl was bigger than a woman should be, thin enough but too tall, yet if one granted these faults, she was very beautiful.

“You look as our old mistress did when she came here a bride,” Wang Ma said.

Well she remembered that day, and how she had wept the night before it, thinking that now she would never serve her young master any more. Ezra had been handsome, too, in his half-foreign way, but not so handsome as his son was now, and the young Chinese girl who had been Wang Ma was comforted because the new bride was half a head taller than the young groom of those days. He will never love such a big woman, she had thought secretly. It was that extra half head of height that had made her willing to stay in the house and to marry Old Wang, the gatekeeper. But Madame Ezra, even when she was only seventeen, had seen to it that the young Ezra came to his own rooms at night and did not idle about the courts. Not until she was forty and his son twelve years old did she agree to let him have his own court. By that time Wang Ma was fat and no one thought of her as anything but a bondwoman. She and Old Wang had had four children whom she had put into the village as soon as they could work on the land, while she continued to live in the house of Ezra. Long ago Wang Ma came to know that Madame Ezra was mistress in the house, and that Madame Ezra knew that she knew. Not a word had ever been spoken between the two women during the long secret struggle of the years. Now the struggle was over. Madame Ezra had won.

Thus while Wang Ma gazed at Leah, her mind ran back. “But you are more gentle than our mistress was,” she said musingly. “You have softer lips, and your hair is more free.”

“Oh, my hair!” Leah said sadly. She had tied her red satin band about it. “I can never bind it tightly enough.”

Wang Ma looked at her. “The band should be gold,” she said. “I remember there is a gold one with that dress.”

She rummaged in the box Madame Ezra had bade her put in the room and found a rich gold band.

“When you have finished eating …” she began.

“I can eat no more,” Leah said quickly.

“Then let me put this on your hair,” Wang said.

With skilled fingers she put the gold band about Leah’s head.

“These go with the dress also,” she declared further, and she opened the jewel box and took out a gold necklace and gold earrings.

Leah submitted herself.

“Now come with me to our mistress,” Wang Ma commanded. She grasped Leah’s hand, and surprised at its strength, she lifted it and looked at it. “Why, this is a boy’s hand!” she exclaimed.

“I have had to work,” Leah said, ashamed.

Wang Ma turned the hand she held. “The palm is soft,” she went on. “The fingers are cushioned, and the skin is still fine. I shall rub oil into your hands at night. After a few weeks here they will be pretty.”

She pulled Leah gently along, and so they went to Madame Ezra, who while she waited was embroidering in close firm stitches the Hebrew prayer piece.

“Come in, my daughter,” she said to Leah. “Come and sit with me.

So Leah came in and sat down, and Madame Ezra looked at her with keen eyes. “Why, you look very pretty,” she said.

“Wang Ma decked me out,” Leah said. “I had put on the dress but not these.” She touched the gold she wore.

“I thought her too plain,” Wang Ma said. “She is so big that she can wear plenty of gold.”

“She is not as tall as David,” Madame Ezra said quickly.

“David is very tall,” Leah said shyly.

“He will be here soon to welcome you,” Madame Ezra replied. She fell to her embroidery again, and Wang Ma went into another room.

Alone with Madame Ezra, Leah sat with idle hands and felt strangely ill at ease. She loved this friend of her mother’s and was nearer to her in some ways than to any other human being. She knew Madame Ezra’s longing to make her a daughter. But she did not know what Madame Ezra expected of her, and so she could only wait.

As though she discerned these thoughts, Madame Ezra looked up. The room was very quiet. In the next room Wang Ma moved about at her work. But no other sound came from the great house.

“You know why you are here, Leah,” Madame Ezra observed.

“Not quite, dear Aunt,” Leah replied.

“You remember the promise I told you that your mother and I gave each other over your cradle, before she died?”

Leah looked down without answering. In her lap her strong young hands clasped themselves tightly.

“I want you and David to marry,” Madame Ezra said. Tears rose into her eyes. She lifted the edge of her wide sleeve and wiped her eyes on the silken lining, and watched Leah’s slowly flushing face. The young girl looked back at her with honest miserable eyes. “Why should I not tell you exactly what I want?” Madame Ezra asked passionately. “It is the one hope I have. But not I alone, Leah!”