( The shrug is empty, a foregone conclusion. She speaks with a voice shallowed, if not insincere. ) I am a huntress. My people were huntsmen. Hyang-Won was the finest huntsman of Waihu. We started our son in the way of the hunt.
( It made, she need not say, sense to answer Hyang-won's suit, to accept matrimony. But then, there is an air to her that all that she does or has done or will do is — a reasonable and inexorable outcome.
Before, evading her husband. Now, eyes yet downcast, minding a pheasant. )
It is the way, in a small village. The way for a woman. The way for a man.
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( It made, she need not say, sense to answer Hyang-won's suit, to accept matrimony. But then, there is an air to her that all that she does or has done or will do is — a reasonable and inexorable outcome.
Before, evading her husband. Now, eyes yet downcast, minding a pheasant. )
It is the way, in a small village. The way for a woman. The way for a man.