Shades of Fame (reading extract)
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a harem lady during the love act? And <strong>of</strong> al things why had he made the object <strong>of</strong> forbidden love<br />
into an <strong>of</strong>ficer? Why not a normal relationship; i.e. a promised marriage to the progeny <strong>of</strong> royal<br />
blood. The whole affair would have been smooth and tension—free. Abridged mogul dominion and<br />
a glorious marriage in all its finery.It would have made his book considerably slimmer and he could<br />
have instead concentrated more intensely on the feminine revelation in the first row. He saw, how<br />
she shifted her crossed leg from one side to the other. Despite the long dress he could discern the<br />
striking form <strong>of</strong> her knee that lay under it. A part <strong>of</strong> her naked foot was visible between the dress<br />
and the shoe. Her ankles were slim and beautiful and while he read his fantasy started traveling.<br />
What kind <strong>of</strong> a body lay hidden behind this dress and what kind <strong>of</strong> sensuality lay concealed behind<br />
this perfect face, he asked absently and aloud into the public. For a moment he had left his text but<br />
it luckily concurred with the passage in which the <strong>of</strong>ficer impatiently waited for his lover in the<br />
romantic moonlight <strong>of</strong> the palace garden. Unfortunately there was<br />
betrayal in the air. His love did not appear at the appointed rendezvous but instead her father’s<br />
hoodlums. As a last wish <strong>of</strong> lost freedom, they allowed him to drink up the glass <strong>of</strong> water that lay<br />
on the table in front <strong>of</strong> the torture chair on which he sat and recited from his book. The audience<br />
arose and the applause started. Bravo! Bravo! Wonderful! And the clapping <strong>of</strong> the enthusiastic<br />
ladies sounded like rain thundering down English tinned ro<strong>of</strong>s which was considered by the national<br />
independence as colonial heritage. Shea had underestimated her aunt’s gift <strong>of</strong> persuasion and the<br />
spirit <strong>of</strong> the two champagne glasses which she had swallowed at once after the <strong>reading</strong> in the<br />
reception hall. They pleasantly tickled her senses. A lot <strong>of</strong> people stood around discussing the<br />
author and his new book. Her empty glass was again filled with the sparkling drink and waited for<br />
her attention. Suddenly she found the people around her somehow comical. The made up faces <strong>of</strong><br />
the women turned into Kathakali masks behind which each played her part whilst speaking in a<br />
dreadful chaos. Dancing penguins pushed through the crowds serving on silver trays tingling<br />
bubbles in glasses. A palace <strong>of</strong>ficer freed himself from the clutches <strong>of</strong> female desire and came<br />
inconspicuously close to her. He asked her if she would follow him to the literary palace garden.<br />
There he wanted to start a new chapter <strong>of</strong> his life. He stood so close to her that she felt her pulse<br />
going upped her neck and a shiver went through her body. Had he not recognized her?<br />
Simultaneously the thoughts directed to the antique invitation card made her burst into laughter. Her<br />
reaction was so unexpected and loud that the folk artists that were present felt compelled to<br />
participate. Everyone started to laugh heartily even if no one knew why. The situation was known to<br />
each and for that extremely amusing. The dams <strong>of</strong> restraint broke and there were no stoppers left.<br />
Each laughed over each other. Masses <strong>of</strong> tears watered the eyelids and brows, flowing as a black<br />
rivulet on red cheeks and into the white perfumed handkerchiefs <strong>of</strong> their owners. The young<br />
talented author stood paralyzed in the mass <strong>of</strong> frolic. He had never felt as humiliated as in this<br />
moment. He was used to success, in his pr<strong>of</strong>ession as well as in conquering women’s hearts. The<br />
few rejects from the courted women he counted as necessary investments for other successes. Now<br />
for the first time he felt defeat, a defeat that he did now ant to accept. He was fascinated by the<br />
woman <strong>of</strong> his desire. Never before had been so hit in the heart by such al laughter. His pride was<br />
hurt and yet<br />
simultaneously he was filled with an indescribable joy. This laughter was somehow known to him<br />
and his mental computer went through all the possibilities <strong>of</strong> earlier meetings. However all his<br />
efforts were in vain. He had probably been mistaken. Still he felt embraced by the aura <strong>of</strong><br />
joyousness that warmed her face. In fact its reddish glow was almost brighter than the color <strong>of</strong> her<br />
evening dress. in that moment he forgot his defeat. He had to suddenly laugh and as she noticed it,<br />
she laughed harder than ever. And soon they urged each other onto the mountain <strong>of</strong> frolic till they<br />
had reached its peak. At this point the bell rang announcing the closing <strong>of</strong> the club. Cramps <strong>of</strong><br />
laughter caused them to fall together into the valley <strong>of</strong> joyful tears. Then the images struck him; the<br />
book, the river, the ants and the girl from the Convent. But as his unconscious registered the divine<br />
truth, Shea and her aunt were already on their way home. * The next day Shea had a hangover and<br />
even on the subsequent day suffered from headaches and nausea. A wondrous sunrise brought her