Seasons changed and turned the time and the war that general Sung-Ho mentioned should not take longer than a month was now spanning several. It was the season of the blossoming flowers of the cherry trees, with warm days, chilly nights, and a sweet fragrance all around in the air.
As per usual, Bora entered her young mistress' room to bring her the morning tea, after breakfast.
"Would you like to join me?" Soo-Ah asked her in the spur of the moment and out of her loneliness.
"Oh, my lady, I would not dare. If the mistress finds out I am taking tea of this exotic blend, with a noble lady... and from her precious porcelain, she will punish me."
"What if I command you to have tea? Would that persuade Mistress Myeong you are not to blame?" And Soo-Ah patted the yellow velvet of the pillow next to her. "Come here and sit next to me. It is not fun drinking tea alone."
