Now his mind was heated wine and the chase,and another game occurred to him. It was wicked than before and suited to the name of his accomplice.
Hsi-men told the maid Plum Blossom to watch: 'we shall call the game Hitting a Silver Swan With a Golden Ball'. He took a small plum and asked Golden Lotus to open her mouth. 'No, not that mouth! She understood and laughed, and with her fingers opened the petals of the flower.
Three times he tried, throwing gently and failing. Only when Golden Lotus became excited by the sport-and even a little snail came out to see the game- did a plum catch in the moist folds. No sooner there than removed and replaced with another plum: larger, more intense in colour-and still on the stalk.
Golden Lotus closed her eyes in delight.