[ kaveh stares. alhaitham speaks, and kaveh thinks, how easy would it be to forget what he is meant to be? had it not been the walls that confine him to a room not designed by him (pir kavikavus' designs had been inspiration for his own, still), the scenery outside his window that is not one he grew up in, the presence that haunts him day after day, kaveh would have soon forgotten he is, still, held captive, a slave.
later, as he lies on the divan, he would wonder, why bother igniting the flames of his stubbornness, if he is meant to submit? it is not yet time to ponder such thoughts.
kaveh takes the feather without a word, and as told, slips it through the tube. it does not take long at all for that same servant with the swaying skirt to knock on the door and let herself in, with that selfsame deference. kaveh notes here that he's becoming fonder of her, little by little. he proceeds to apologize for calling her so late, entrusts her the letter, asks if it could be delivered to elham with the utmost care. she reassures him alongside a bow, and kaveh thanks her as she makes her way out.
he is, indeed, becoming fonder of her. he's yet unsure how good of a thing that is. ]
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later, as he lies on the divan, he would wonder, why bother igniting the flames of his stubbornness, if he is meant to submit? it is not yet time to ponder such thoughts.
kaveh takes the feather without a word, and as told, slips it through the tube. it does not take long at all for that same servant with the swaying skirt to knock on the door and let herself in, with that selfsame deference. kaveh notes here that he's becoming fonder of her, little by little. he proceeds to apologize for calling her so late, entrusts her the letter, asks if it could be delivered to elham with the utmost care. she reassures him alongside a bow, and kaveh thanks her as she makes her way out.
he is, indeed, becoming fonder of her. he's yet unsure how good of a thing that is. ]
When am I to meet Akram and Kurash?