They watched, breathless. The child had indeed opened his eyes and was gazing up at his mother. Suddenly, newborn though he was, he seized the nipple between his lips and sucked.
“Ah — ah — ah—”
The women breathed great sighs. They looked at one another. Whoever heard of such a thing? To suckle so soon — even for a moment — yes, it was only for a moment. The child fell back into sleep, the clear liquid of the first milk wet upon his lips. The midwife took him then and laid him in bed beside his mother, for a child should sleep close to the mother when he is newborn, should feel the warmth of her body, so lately his home, and know the presence of her spirit with him as much now as when he was unborn. Then the sister smoothed the pillows for the mother and arranged the quilt.
“Sleep,” the midwife commanded her. “We shall be near if you call, but now you must rest.”
They withdrew to another room, closing the sliding door after them. Sunia waited until they were gone, and then she turned to her child. This was her first moment alone with him and she must examine for herself her own creation. She sat up in bed and took the child on her lap and undressed him, her hands warm and gentle in their movements, until he lay naked before her. Then with the most meticulous care she searched his entire body for a flaw, first his feet upon which some day he must walk firmly, a strong man — but how small they were and how pretty, the toes perfect and in order, the number complete, the nails pink and already long enough to be cut, but she must not cut them, for it would be a bad omen for his life-span. The insteps, left and right, were high as her own were, and the ankles shapely even now. The legs were long like his father’s and they would be straight when the baby curve was gone, for the bones were strong. The thighs were fat and the belly was round. The chest was full and the shoulders, already broad, supported the neck. The arms were long, too, and thus promised a tall man. The hands were exquisite, again the long beautiful hands of his father. Her own were small and graceful, but Il-han’s were powerful, although he had never done more with his hands than hold a brush to write. The head was ample for a good brain, nobly shaped, high from the ears to the crown, signifying intelligence. The hair was soft, dark and plentiful. All the features were perfect in shape and arrangement. He looked like his father, this son, whereas the elder was like her. There was no flaw. She had made him perfect and whole. No — wait, the little ear on the left — the lobe? She examined it carefully while the child slept. The tip of the left lobe was shortened, tucked in, imperfect!
What had caused this? She searched her memory. What had she done that could have created a child with even the smallest imperfection? The omens had been good, she had known that she would have a son, for she had dreamed one night of the sun rising over the horizon at dawn. To have dreamed of flowers would have meant a daughter. Then why the pinched lobe of this small left ear? While she was pregnant she had been careful to remember all her dreams and none had been evil. Best of all, she had even dreamed of seeing her father who died when she was a child of four, so young that she could see his face only dimly if she thought of him. Yet in her dream his face had been clear and smiling, a long kindly face, the nose neither high, which would have signified bankruptcy and death in a foreign land, nor low, which would have signified greed. She examined the baby’s nose anxiously. It was neither high nor low, though somewhat more high, perhaps, than low. Impossible to explain the pinched ear! She must show it to Il-han when he came to visit her tomorrow. If he, too, did not know its meaning then they must consult the blind fortuneteller. She dressed the child again and wrapped him in the silken coverlet and laid him beside her in the bed and was too troubled for sleep until nearly dawn.
… She did not at once reveal the defect. Let Il-han discover it for himself. He came in at noon of the next day, after the child had been washed and clothed and she herself had eaten and in her turn had been washed and perfumed and dressed in fresh white garments, her long dark hair brushed smooth and braided with pink silk cord. Il-han too had taken care to appear at his best, as she could see. She knew him well. He could be careless when he was absorbed at his desk but this morning he was shaved, his hair combed and twisted tightly in a knot on the top of his head, and his white robes were freshly clean. Her heart beat at the sight of him, as it had the first time she had seen him, a bridegroom in his wedding garments, the formal dark coat of thick silk over the white robes beneath, the high black hat, the long heavy necklace and the wide brocaded sash. Everything the matchmaker had said about him was true. Her father had hired spies before the marriage contracts were signed, since matchmakers are greedy and for the sake of their fee will tell lies to bring about a wedding. But the spies had come back and spoken truly.
“He is a handsome young man. He does not gamble or search out willing women. His only fault is that he follows the Silhak.”
Silhak? It was suspect, for included in its teachings was the stern demand for action and not learning alone. A man, even a king, the Silhak maintained, was to be measured by what he does, not by what he says. When this was explained to her, Sunia cried out that she would have such a man for her husband, for she was weary of men who did no more than boast about the glories of ancient times. Her father yielded at last and the contracts were signed and the moment she set her eyes upon Il-han’s grave and handsome face she knew that she had done well.
“Come in, come in,” she said now while he stood in the doorway gazing at her, admiring her beauty as she could see, while she thought of him. She knew very well the kindling light in his dark eyes when he saw her and the smile on his lips. Had they been of the older generation, he would not have come to her room so soon after the child’s birth, and certainly not alone, but old ways were yielding to young demands. And they were close, he and she. Among her friends she knew of no man and wife who talked together as he and she did. Or, if some did, the wives did not reveal it. Yet who knows what passes between man and woman? Deep under the surface the living stream flowed between them and the more exciting because she had been reared in innocent ignorance. No one had prepared her for the possibility that she might fall in love with her husband. Her mother had told her that she must not complain of her husband, nor should she refuse his demands. Neither must she be angry if she did not please him and he found women outside his house. His duty was fulfilled if he acknowledged her his wife and paid her respect and supplied her with shelter and food and clothing.
“Your duty is to him and only to him, whatever he does,” her mother had said briskly but vaguely, for what was that duty and that “whatever”? She had not dared to ask, and her mother had been occupied with the details of the betrothal, the receiving of the black box from his family wherein was red silk wrapped in blue cloth and blue silk wrapped in red cloth and such matters and with these the letter. Ah, the letter! She had not been allowed to be there when it was presented by a relative in the Kim family, but she knew it by heart
Since you give us your noble daughter to be our daughter-in-law, we send you a gift of cloth, in accordance with the ancient rules.
Thus the betrothal was fixed. Her home had been bright with lanterns that night and servants stood at the gates with flaming torches. She had hidden herself safely in her own room, but she went to the window and, standing in the shadows behind a screen, she had watched. And there she had stood again on her wedding day, when he came riding through the gate on a white horse. The horse was led by a man in a red cap and blue robe, and under his arm was a live duck to signify wedded happiness. The man was a small fellow, however, and the duck was large and lively and he had struggled with the creature and Il-han sitting on his horse had laughed. She laughed again now.