A Thousand Glass Flowers cont’d… (5)
Chapter Five
Lalita
‘Lalita the Mad. Lalita the Confused.’ The afrit grabbed his toes and rocked back and forth. ‘They think you’re insane. And do you know, little scribe, the odalisques are scared of you. They pass by your apartments in threes and fours or with a eunuch to guard them for they think you will come leaping from your room, frothing at the mouth.’