A tall thin young man frowned up at the stage, brows furrowed, lips pressed together in a thin line.
"You are displeased, Sir Meng," observed his companion. A young woman with fang like tattoos on her cheeks and rough hide garb. She leaned against the broad side of a stag,
"How can I not be," Meng De replied. "There is a reason that the great diviner is portrayed as a voice offstage in such plays. It show immense ignorance to do otherwise. It puts all of this shallow imitation in the light it deserves."
The girl, Alingge, child of the dwindling hill tribes observed their host confronted another in similar finery, the riddle game, the bond of forest and hill, and claimed his victors right not as king but brother. Her lips twisted in a slightly bitter smile. "And if it is not ignorance?"
Meng De looked as if he had bitten into a lemon. The idea that members of his own clan would support such a thing, that the subversive children of Meng Diu would have fallen so far.... "Then that is worse. Tsu was no mere man, it is an insult to even imply that you aspire to take or improve on his labor.."