White Lily

Nearly a century ago, deep in the center of the Forbidden City, China's last emperor reigned from his dragon throne. Although he was only a boy, the imperial decrees issued in his name were shouted in every corner of the country, binding his subjects with the stout bonds of custom and law, taxes and tribute, rules and regulations. Every man was required to shave his head, leaving a single pigtail to grow from the crown down his back, symbolizing his submission to the boy-emperor. And every woman was second in importance, even in her own family, for the burdens of law and tradition weighed much more heavily on females. They were called to obey their fathers and brothers as young girls, to comply with their husbands after their arranged marriages, and to yield to their sons if they were widowed. Into this world, one day, in a village in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, a baby girl was born. 1 Lee Family Village was no ordinary place. As far as the eye could see, jade-green rice paddies dotted a land crisscrossed with canals. The many quiet ponds were home to the most beautiful lilies in the nation. When in full blossom, they bathed the air with their sweet fragrance. Nor was the newborn an ordinary girl. Her father, Master Lee, was the wealthiest man in the area, and his family the most prominent. As if to prove her worthiness to belong to such a clan, the baby cried out so lustily that she silenced the cicadas droning rhythmically in the trees, complaining far too hot! far too hot! Her shrill wails brought the villagers rushing to the gates of Master Lee's house, each anxious to be the first to extend his congratulations and best wishes. The richest merchant arrived first, followed by his wife and household. Next came Master Lee's tenant farmers, slapping dust from their tattered trousers with their straw hats as they hurried along. Far behind waddled the local scholar, encircled by a flock of students. "May I have the honor to make a proposal, noble Sir?" intoned the merchant when all had assembled. "I request that your beautiful child be promised in marriage to my Number One son, who is five years her senior." He held out a red silk pouch filled with silver coins. With the heavy pouch resting in his palm, Master Lee responded, "I accept this proposition, Sir, and from now on we are relatives." The crowd cheered the announcement as the head farmer stood out and made a deep bow. "Distinguished Master, we wish your precious girl good health, long life, and all the happiness in the world. May her daughterly obedience and virtue last as long as the universe!" Behind him, the farmers pressed forward. Hens cuddled under their arms, strings of wriggling fish dangled from their hands, and fresh vegetables and fruit piled on pans were suspended from their shoulder poles. A group of ducks scurried worriedly to and fro under the watchful eyes of a pair of white geese. All this the farmers offered as gifts to the family. Master Lee accepted the tributes with a silent nod. "In my humble opinion, respected Lord," wheezed the scholar, puffing from his walk, "your baby girl is the purest among the pure and the finest among the best, like this precious flower." He presented a single, long-stemmed lily in full, white bloom. "May I suggest she be named White Lily?" "Then White Lily she shall be," Master Lee declared, barely concealing his disappointment that the newborn was not a boy. 2 White Lily was a happy child. She began giggling before she could stand up, and she learned to laugh, louder than her cries, before she was able to wriggle her chubby toes and walk on her own. But her happiest times were those when she pulled off her socks and scYe, Ting-Xing is the author of 'White Lily', published 2003 under ISBN 9780770429317 and ISBN 0770429319.