Lay of Kushta, Sonnet 37
Now a miracle was wrought, or so it seem’d. For in their
House the will of their Matriarch was as constant as the
Burning heat of noonday sun. But in this moment the disc
Set, as even Apuchi must. Angela bent head there
And bless’d Edmund, the coming and going of him, and she
Even bless’d the Empire and his Imperial risk.
And the mood in the room lighten’d, and there was no question
That Geoff’s intercession had guid’d what had just transpir’d.
And there was a satisfaction within the company.
But then Angela rose and complain’d of indigestion
Unable to tolerate food and divinely inspir’d
Rebuke. She sat in her room staring at nothing to see.
So it was alone at dawn of the next day that Edmund rode
And left forever Taraf, the elegant, his former abode.