Having nothing else to do for the moment,
she looked around her quarters, inspecting everything anew, for she
could not help but marvel all over again every time she reentered her
own private domain at all the fine things which were for her personal
use, and to be considered her permanent possessions.
Imagine, Si'Wren thought to herself, having one's very own private bed
chamber. It was located in the administrative section, the part of the
Imperial palace reserved for the living quarters of the numerous palace
civil servants, and occupied one entire wing of the imposing,
rough-hewn stone fortress which contained many similar fine rooms as
this, each one more glorious than the next.
All around her, in the palace, and in her own private room, were
countless royal delights. The stone walls were paneled in planks of
rough hewn wood, and hung with crude but richly woven tapestries and
curtains.
The floors were of flat stone slabs, not perfectly flat but naturally
smooth and hence very slightly uneven, being arranged so as to make a
level surface, and frequently covered by rugs. Such was the slab floor
in her very own personal room.
She turned to a little round side table and paused to examine anew, a
polished wooden carving of an ox, dark, smooth and gleaming.
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