Chapter 3


Queen Citali went into her chambers decorated with fine silks that she herself weaved in
her spare time.  She didn't color the weave as she loved the whitish color which seem to
bring peace to her spirit.  Her bed was covered in black panther skin, which was very
difficult to hunt it had taken more than a year for her official hunters to accumulate
enough pelts to form her bed covering.

She had a small table made of gold with different precious stones forming flowers.  On
her table were the most precious of jewels which she herself had designed.  There were
also bottles of flower perfumes.  Her favorite was tuba rose or nard.  It was a little
similar to Gardenia but Queen Citali had passed a law that she was the only one
allowed to use this perfume. 

This last event with this traveling critic had really upset her.  She was not used to being
confronted or criticized.  How dare him, she though.  She sat down upon her soft bed.
She started to feel sick to her stomach and her head felt as if it was to explode. 

Not again she thought... that excruciating pain again that made her stop in her
tracks and cause her temporary blindnes