Chapter 103
I wipe the sweat off my face. It is the middle of the summer in the middle of the day. The heat from the sun is too hot that I want to remove my robe. However, I know I cannot do that. We need to welcome the concubines into the capital, or rather, into the palace banquet hall. Besides, my clothes have always been composed of pants and a cotton shirt, or a skirt and a cotton shirt. It’s only the dull-colored robe that makes me presentable as the Scepter. I glance at Lemuel beside me. He is frowning as he looks at the procession of carriages in front of us. He is wearing his ceremonial clothes, a Barong-Tagalog—a lightweight but stiff fabric that is woven from abaca fibers. This time, though, he wears a sash across it. Master Suvayan is on Lemuel’s right, while Master Deborah is on my left
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