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she didn’t scowl so. Softened a bit she could even be…pretty. Not that beauty was required for what he had in mind.
    ‘You are more peculiar than I thought,’ she muttered, backing away.
    With her head lifted and shoulders raised, as they were right now, she took on a semblance of righteousness and pride that might just be suitable for the part.
    He let go of the reins. ‘I have a proposal for you.’
    ‘I know exactly what sort of proposal you mean.’ She shook an accusing finger at him. ‘I don’t care how rich you are, I was right to pour that tea on you.’
    Now it was his turn to pursue her. And it took some effort. She was walking fast down the street.
    ‘Young miss, let me explain.’
    Her step quickened. ‘Leave me alone. I may not be learned or wear expensive clothes like you, but I’m a respectable girl. I won’t do…do that .’
    ‘ That wasn’t what I meant.’
    The townsfolk paused in their morning stroll through the marketplace. Their discussion was starting to gather attention.
    Fei Long angled himself in front of her, cutting off her escape. He dropped his tone. ‘What I’m proposing is very respectable. A matter of imperial duty, in fact.’
    She snorted. He was suddenly convinced that before him was the answer to his dilemma. The teahouse girl had nowhere to go and he needed someone to replace Pearl. Khitan was a rough, untamed land compared to the empire. This she-demon was bold enough to carry off such a deception. She was delicate in appearance at least, and not so hardened that she couldn’t be schooled. There was little elegance about her now, but that could be changed.
    There was much work to do before she could pass as a daughter from a good family. They didn’t have much time, but he was convinced it could be done. It had to be done.
    ‘My family name is Chang, personal name Fei Long,’ he began. ‘My father was an official within the Ministry of Works and our family lives in the capital city. Have you ever been to Changan?’
    She looked over one shoulder, then the other, as if reassuring herself that they were indeed in a crowded public area and she was safe from his clutches. ‘No,’ she answered finally.
    ‘What’s your name, young miss?’ he asked.
    If he could get past this polite exchange, then he had a chance of convincing her. Two strangers who exchanged names were, of course, no longer strangers. Even peasants would understand those rules of courtesy.
    She took her time assessing him, taking in the height and breadth of him, and staring at the sword in his belt. The girl would duck and bow when necessary, but this was no shy and sheltered nightingale. She had a boldness within her that Pearl lacked. He waited anxiously for her reply. For the first time in weeks, hope burned inside him, embodied in this tiny reed of a girl.
    ‘I don’t know of my family name,’ she replied, still hesitant. ‘But I’m called Yan Ling.’
    * * *
    ‘It’s called heqin ,’ he explained.
    The nobleman looked to her for acknowledgement and she had to shake her head. Fei Long led his horse down the street while she walked beside him, falling a few paces behind in deference.
    ‘An arranged peace marriage,’ he continued. ‘My sister was selected to go to the land of Khitan to be married to a foreign lord.’
    So the young woman had been his sister. ‘Where is Khitan?’
    ‘North of the Taiyuan prefecture.’
    She nodded. They continued for a few steps.
    ‘Where is Taiyuan?’
    He paused and her face grew hot as he regarded her, but there was no need to be ashamed. Of course he knew more than she did about foreign lands. She’d only left town a few times to accompany her master to major festivals. The thought of leaving town now with Fei Long frightened her, but the thought of being left to the streets frightened her more.
    ‘I can show you a map some time,’ he said, in a tone that was not unkind.
    She wasn’t entirely convinced of his mad tale. And if she did believe