the beggars, but saying them to myself canât erase the image of those cavernous faces and blank, hopeless stares.
CHAPTER 2
WE SOON NEAR A SMALL PATH branching from the main track through the village, and I nod at it. Zhang Jing nods back, turning toward the fork.
Before we get very far, a group emerges unexpectedly from a nearby wooded area. It is Sheng with two boys dressed in suppliersâ attire. Theyâre dragging someone between them, and I recognize the servant from our school, the one who was caught stealing. New bruises and welts accompany the one the cook gave him, and from the gleeful look on the faces of the others, they have more planned. I can understand their outrage at what he did, but the enjoyment they take in doling out such pain sickens me. Zhang Jing cringes back in fear, not wanting to get involved in any altercation. I know I should do the same, but I canât. I step forward, ready to speak my mind.
Before I can, I am knocked to the side by yet another person rushing past. He wears the dull clothes of a miner and strides right up to Sheng and the others, blocking their way. When I realize whothis newcomer is, my breath catches, and I feel as though the very ground beneath my feet has shifted, knocking me off-balance.
It is Li Wei.
What do you think youâre doing?
he demands.
Sheng regards him with a sneer.
Teaching him a lesson.
Look at him
, Li Wei says.
Heâs learned his lesson. He can barely stand anymore.
Thatâs not good enough
, one of Shengâs supplier friends says.
Are you saying he should be let off easy? You think itâs okay for him to steal food?
No
, Li Wei replies.
But I think heâs been punished enough. Between your âlessonâ and losing his job at the school, heâs more than paid for the crime of trying to help his family. All youâre doing is hurting his ability to help us in the mines. We canât afford that right now. Itâs time to let him go.
Weâll
say when itâs time to let him go
, Sheng says.
Li Wei takes a menacing step forward.
Then say it.
Sheng and the suppliers hesitate. Although the numbers are in their favor, Li Wei is unquestionably one of the biggest and strongest in our village. Muscles gained from long hours of grueling work in the mines cover his arms, and he towers over them by nearly a head. He stands straight and tall, his tough body braced and ready for a fight. He doesnât fear three-to-one odds. He wouldnât fear ten-to-one odds.
After several tense moments, Sheng gives a shrug and smirks as though this is all one big joke.
We have work to do
, he says far too casually.
He deserves worse, but I donât have time for it. Letâs go.
The supplier holding the servant releases him, and Sheng and the others begin sauntering away. Seeing me, Sheng asks,
Are you coming?
Weâre going a different way today
, I say, nodding toward the path.
Suit yourself
, he replies.
When they are gone, Li Wei reaches out a helping hand to the servant, whose face is filled with terror. The boy backs up and then scurries away, fear having given him a burst of energy, despite his pain. Li Wei watches him go and then turns in our direction, looking surprised to see us still there. He bows in deference to our higher station, having noticed our blue robes, and then stiffens slightly when he looks up and sees my face.
Itâs the only outward indication of his surprise. Everything else about him is perfectly respectful and proper.
Forgive me, apprentices
, he says.
I was in such a hurry to help, Iâm afraid I jostled you earlier. I hope you arenât injured.
Although he is addressing both of us, his eyes are locked on me. His gaze is so piercing, I feel as though it will knock me over. Or maybe thatâs just the earlier dizziness I felt from being near him. Regardless, standing there before him, I find myself unable to move or speak.
Zhang Jing, unaware I am reeling, smiles