The Goddess of Macau
By Graeme Hall
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This short story collection paints complex characters, Macau myths and magic, all set in the former Portuguese colony of Macau. Macau was one of the first European settlements in Asia (founded in 1557) and over some 450 years a unique Macanese culture developed, one that fused Europe and China to create an individual identity which, sadly,
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The Goddess of Macau - Graeme Hall
A Short History of Chinese Tea
Today I am meeting my husband for the first time. He is in the drawing room talking with my mother and I can hear their muffled voices as I prepare tea. I watch as the pearls unfold in the water and a fragment of jasmine petal drifts amongst the unravelling leaves. From a neighbouring house, a radio is playing a recent hit and I sing along quietly.
I enjoy making tea, a skill I learnt from my aunt, and I take pleasure in the attention to detail that is needed. I know, for example, that for jasmine the water should not be too hot, but instead should have crab eyes. It was my aunt who taught me how to judge the temperature of boiling water from the size of the bubbles. Shrimp eyes the coolest, and then crab eyes, fish eyes, rope of pearls and raging torrent. I smile at the memory, wishing my aunt was here to help me today.
I concentrate on the tea to try and overcome my nerves. I know how important this day is and I didn’t need to be told to use our finest teapot. According to family tradition, it was given as a gift by a Court official who had been stranded in our village in bad weather. Like all the best, it is made of Yixing clay, a lustrous, reddish-brown with no frivolous decoration or ornament, just fine calligraphy. Sitting on top of the lid is a delicately-crafted turtle. The teapot is one of the few precious items that came with us when we fled to Macau after the war.
Mother told me last week that a marriage had been arranged. I wasn’t surprised; I’d had my suspicions for some time. Hushed conversations partly overheard behind closed doors. I don’t mind. I know I could refuse if I wanted to, but I won’t, unless he turns out to be completely hideous. I know what’s expected of me. I don’t think I am vain, but I am lucky that my looks will help get the good match that’s needed to restore the family to prosperity. Lam Fung - that’s his name - is the son of a wealthy businessman. I just pray that he’s acceptable.
When the tea is ready, I place everything on a tray and carry it into the room next door. I try hard not to look directly at him and keep my head bowed as I place the tray on the rosewood side table. I turn to leave the room but my mother asks me to stay.
Lei-Wai, please sit down.
I do as she asks and take the chair next to her. I keep my head bowed but I cannot resist looking aside to see the man I will spend the rest of my life with. I catch a glimpse of fine features and I feel overwhelming relief. Lei-Wai,
continues my mother, this is Lam Fung.
I take my mother’s cue to look at him properly and my initial impression is confirmed. He is a handsome man.
I am a little tongue-tied. What do you say when introduced to your future husband? It is a pleasure to meet you,
is all I can manage.
The pleasure is all mine.
He is gracious in response.
I pour the tea and we make polite conversation: the weather is poor for the time of year, but business is good. We discuss mutual acquaintances and the latest films from Hong Kong. I am becoming more at ease with the situation when my mother brings the conversation to an end.
Lei-Wai, I have matters to discuss with our guest. Would you please take the tea things away?
As I get up, he also stands and that’s when I see the darkness in his eyes. I feel uneasy and I try not to look. Try not to stare. Try not to say anything at all.
*
My mother brings me tea and places it by the side of my bed. She pours a cup and I lever myself up until I am partly sitting. Oolong. The tea has been well-prepared and it’s a good choice. I know that it will help me recover.
He has only been to see me once since it happened. Even then, he could barely look at me. It was as if I had let him down. As if I had betrayed him. Mother tells me that he is just upset. She says he will come round in time. That we can try again. I’d like to believe her but I don’t know. She is trying to reassure me, but I have an uneasy feeling that nothing will be the same. In the meantime, though, all I want to do is sleep. I am so tired that I don’t even dream. I prefer it that way.
I wake when the maid knocks on the door. She collects the tea things before leaving silently. She doesn’t want to talk to me either. I’ve never trusted the girl and more