The ninth vibration and other storiesBeck, L. Adams (Lily Adams)
Science
The ninth vibration and other stories
Beck, L. Adams (Lily Adams)
Fantasy fiction; Paranormal fiction; Short stories
“Let those words be recorded,” said the August Aunt. “What else should
any lady of discretion and propriety say? In this Palace of Virtuous
Peace, where all is consecrated to the Son of Heaven, though he deigns
not to enter it, what other thought dare be breathed? Has any lady
ventured to step outside such a limit? If so, let her declare herself!”
All shook their heads, and the August Aunt proceeded: “Let the writer
record this as the opinion of every lady of the Imperial Household, and
let each name be separately appended.”
Had any desired to object, none dared to confront the August Aunt;
but apparently no beauty so desired, for after three nights’ sleepless
meditation, no other thought than this had occurred to any.
Accordingly, the writer moved from lady to lady and, under the
supervision of the August Aunt, transcribed the following: “The Ideal
Man is the earthly likeness of the Divine Emperor. How should it be
otherwise?” And under this sentence wrote the name of each lovely one
in succession. The papers were then placed in the hanging sleeves of the
August Aunt for safety.
By the decree of Fate, the father of the Round-Faced Beauty had, before
he became an ancestral spirit, been a scholar of distinction, having
graduated at the age of seventy-two with a composition commended by the
Grand Examiner. Having no gold and silver to give his daughter, he
had formed her mind, and had presented her with the sole jewel of his
family-a pearl as large as a bean. Such was her sole dower, but the
accomplished Aunt may excel the indolent Prince.
Yet, before the thought in her mind, she hesitated and trembled,
recalling the lesson of the gold-fish; and it was with anxiety that
paled her roseate lips that, on a certain day, she had sought the Willow
Bridge Pavilion. There had awaited her a palace attendant skilled with
the brush, and there in secrecy and dire affright, hearing the footsteps
of the August Aunt in every rustle of leafage, and her voice in the
call of every crow, did the Round-Faced Beauty dictate the following
composition:--
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