凸碧堂品笛感凄清
凹晶馆联诗悲寂寞
Noting
Baochai and Baoqin’s absence as the party regroups, Grandmother Jia again
comments on how depleted the family seems. She is still game and drinking, and
the other women, who are exhausted, are obliged to carry on at her pace.
Looking at the large, clear moon, she calls for the flautist to play for them
from far away. Hearing that Jia She has twisted his ankle, she tells Lady Xing
to look after him; she also tells Youshi to leave, but she doesn’t want to. The
rest of the party are admiring cassia when the beautiful flute music starts,
startling them to silence and leading to great praise when it finishes.
Grandmother Jia keeps drinking – against Faithful’s wishes, she wants to stay
up till dawn – when the flute starts up again. This time it is so ghostly and
melancholy that people try to escape it with forced talk; Youshi begins to tell
Lady Jia a joke when she drops off. After denying her tiredness, she sees that
the cousins (except Tanchun) have given in and gone to bed, so she calls an end
to the party and returns to her room. One of the ladies notices a cup is
missing; talking with Kingfisher, they establish that Xiangyun must have taken
it to bed.
Xiangyun
is actually comforting Daiyu, who, as an orphan, had found the family occasion
painful. After lamenting that the poetry club wasn’t able to meet for the
festival, she suggests composing linked verses together. They go to Concave
Pavilion by the lake for a more inspirational environment. They discuss the
poeticism of the words ‘convex’ and ‘concave’. The two night watchwomen at the
Pavilion are not awake; Xiangyun and Daiyu sit and watch the lake and talk
about poetry. When they hear the flute playing, they decide on a form and a
rhyme and start their linked verses, joking, admiring and offering criticism on
them as they go. Daiyu sees a dark shadow in the lake. Throwing a pebble into
it, a stork flies out of the lake and into one of Xiangyun’s couplets. In awe
of Xiangyun’s efforts, Daiyu ends the poem to Xiangyun’s reciprocated
admiration. A stranger steps out and applauds their efforts – it is Adamantina,
who has been tempted out to observe the moon by the flute playing. She invites
them back to her Hermitage where they drink tea when their maids Nightingale and
Kingfisher arrive, looking for them. Before leaving, Daiyu is impressed by
Adamantina’s enthusiasm for poetry and asks for some criticism. She declares
that she would like to bring their poem back to a Buddhist ‘proper aspect’ and
adds thirteen more couplets to Daiyu and Xiangyun’s admiration. It is nearly
dawn, and they leave the Hermitage for Daiyu’s where they go to bed. However,
they are now beyond tiredness and neither can sleep.
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