Chapter Eighteen

Empress Zamila soaked herself in the cool waters of a pool in the Imperial gardens. Having grown tired of feeling the stale breeze of the servants' fans, Zamila had decided to take a soak inside the pool. Already, the days were becoming hotter and hotter ,heralding the coming dry season.

At her right hand side,four musicians played a melodious tune on their xylophones and sent wave after wave of heavenly notes. Zamila smiled, remembering her childhood dream of being a xylophone musician. Her mother had been an extremely good player of the kulgo, a small stringed instrument. She had however always told Zamila that it was unladylike to play the xylophone so she had accepted it meekly.