Previously: Yi Fan told Twain she was helping him because he told her he loved her. And now…
â€œWhen did I tell you that?â€ Twain asked.
â€œA couple of weeks ago,â€ she said. â€œYou told me then that you wouldnâ€™t know me the next time we met. I found that hard to believe at the time. Now I see you were right.â€
â€œAnd did I tell you why I wouldnâ€™t know you?â€ Twain asked, though he suspected he knew the answer.
Yi Fan nodded. â€œYou said you had traveled back in time, and that the present you hadnâ€™t yet learned to love me.â€
Yi Fan blushed. â€œIt sounds boastful, doesnâ€™t it? To say that youâ€™re fated to love me.â€
â€œNot if youâ€™re repeating someone elseâ€™s words,â€ Twain said. â€œEspecially my own.â€
â€œSo you believe me?â€
â€œI didnâ€™t say that,â€ Twain answered.
[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”left”]â€œYou said you had traveled back in time, and that the present you hadnâ€™t yet learned to love me.â€[/blockquote]Her expression hardened, and her face flushed. The scar stood out stark against her reddened face. She put her fingers up to it as she turned away. â€œOf course not. No reason you should. The sunâ€™s going down and I have things to do. Iâ€™ll have food brought to you. You may think itâ€™s safe to leave this building and wander around under cover of darkness. I assure you itâ€™s not.â€
â€œYouâ€™re telling me Iâ€™m your prisoner, then.â€
She paused with her hand on the door handle. â€œIâ€™m telling you not to be an idiot.â€
She left Twain alone in the shed.
He wanted to leave immediately, but he decided to wait until theyâ€™d brought him food, at least. A couple of the old men whoâ€™d helped him out of the crate returned just as the last light was fading away. They brought a lamp and some bedding–a sleeping mat and some heavy quilts– and a bowl with rice topped with sesame-flavored beef and cooked lettuce. If Twain had needed any more evidence that Yi Fanâ€™s family was well off, the food proved it. Rice was scarce this far north, unless you had money and connections.
Twain waited a respectable amount of time after he finished eating to walk out the door. One of the servants was waiting for him, to keep him from wandering the grounds. It took a while for Twain to make him understand â€œbathroom,â€ but finally the guy called someone on an intercom and jabbered at him in Mongolian. A few minutes later, another servant brought him out a chamber pot. Twain retreated into the shed to use it in peace and contemplate his next move.
A couple of hours later, he turned out the lamp, then waited a half-hour more before slipping out the window. He crept silently away to a stone wall that surrounded a sizable estate with a mansion in the middle. It wasnâ€™t huge by American standards–a little smaller than Caveatâ€™s house in Connecticut–but signified incredible wealth and importance out here.
If Yi Fanâ€™s fatherâ€™s house was this lavish, it could only mean that the man was highly placed in the Czarâ€™s organization. If so, this was the last place Twain wanted to be.
Where will Twain go? Is it safer to stay or to go? Learn more in tomorrow’s exciting episode!
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