I separated this page from the Bazi Tea page because this information is relevant references to tea served in the land of the Pani.
It is not meant to be anything other than the facts of the matter.
Arrive at your own conclusions.
I wish you well,
"It is as we feared," he said. "Would you care for tea?" Lady Sumomo, the younger of his two contract women, was nearby, and ready to pour. Her kimono was of yellow silk. Her glistening black hair was high on her head, and held in place with a long comb.
Tajima wished to buy her contract but, of course lacked the means to do so. It is easier with slaves, as it is with other beasts. One does not expect to pay much for them. Most are priced reasonably. It is not difficult to pick out a nice one. One examines them, one bids on them, one owns them.
"No," I said. "I am returning to the encampment."
Sumomo was kneeling at the low oval table, with its surface of inlaid woods, on which reposed the service for tea.
As it was learned later, Lord Yamada, sitting cross-legged in his pavilion, being served tea by his contract women, listening to reports, was incredulous.
The girl very carefully, holding her right sleeve back with her left hand, poured tea from the blue-and-white ceramic vessel into my tiny cup.
"Be careful, my dear," he said to the slave. "Do not spill tea, even a drop."
"Yes, Master," she whispered, frightened. There are consequences, of course, for clumsiness in a slave.
"Are you willing to pledge the cavalry to my service?" he asked, regarding me over the brim of the small cup of tea.
He then sipped his tea, and, a bit later, indicated to the nearest contract woman that his small cup might be refilled.
"Scarcely," said Lord Yamada, lifting his tiny cup of tea.
"Had we come on tarn," I said, "it seems, after a suitable interval, with no contact, such a party, if it existed, might have departed, returning north."
"That is possible," said Lord Yamada.
I sipped my tea, and then put it down on its saucer.