"I will be reading the old opera in our quarters while preparations are made. Taniushka, you're welcome to join me again."
Previously, Leite, Prince of Han, escaped from the pirates who beset his craft and slew the two corrupt ministers, who, under orders from a wicked king, had hoped to assassinate him during their journey. Returning to his homeland, he prepares to duel the king's champion, a former schoolmate who blames Leite for his sister's death.
The performance ([2d6] = 7) is middling.
He postpones the swordfight with an interminable meditation on acting without action and avian auguries.The Filial Prince of Han wrote:
HOU LAIXIAO, a scholar
You will lose this wager, my lord.
LEITE, Prince of Han
I do not think so: since he went into Shu, I
have been in continual practise: I shall win at the
odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here
about my heart: but it is no matter.
It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of
gain-giving, as would perhaps trouble a eunuch.
HOU
If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will
forestall their repair hither, and say you are not
fit.
LEITE
Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special
providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,
'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be
now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the
readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he
leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
OK now I'm ready