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| | The woman looked at the other man, who smiled and handed her the infant. The warrior grimaced and became a mother. "My youngest, Mei. He who is our master, and my husband, Yu." She bowed respectfully to the man. "He has taken a vow of silence until spring, to focus his thoughts on the way. I am the only other warrior in our band." | | The woman looked at the other man, who smiled and handed her the infant. The warrior grimaced and became a mother. "My youngest, Mei. He who is our master, and my husband, Yu." She bowed respectfully to the man. "He has taken a vow of silence until spring, to focus his thoughts on the way. I am the only other warrior in our band." |
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| − | "It seems your training has been well done." Jing Li laughed. "Though I would say some of your victory comes from your strange style! Still, it is better to learn when the contests are less lethal. Otherwise one risks learning too late. Let me introduce you." He pointed to the men in turn and gave their names. Each man in turn saluted the warrior respectfully.
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| − | "My father-in-spirit named me Baoyu when I set foot on the path of Xia." As she looked down at her worn and dented armor her shoulders fell. "Normally his jests were not so cruel."
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| − | As the other mendicants slowly joined them, Baoyu introduced each in turn. One, an older man, pulled her aside and whispered to her as he watched Jing Li walk his horse to what used to be the barn. Baoyu looked up sharply and paled, and gave the man a gesture of silence.
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| − | The mendicants and the troopers combined all their food options and Lu Feng, an older trooper, displayed his rare talent of making tasty food out of war rations and the few dried vegetables the Daoists had brought. The soldiers split up into watches and rotated in for the meal while the others dove in. Jing Li walked around and chatted with the outer guards as they ate. After a while he wandered away, into the night. The men know this was his habit, quiet and thought.
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| − | Lu Feng ate last, and Baoyu joined him. Others started to clean their bowls and the people of the temple rested with their first full meal of the week.
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| − | "That was a very good meal, sir." Baoyu said, avoiding his gaze.
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| − | "My father was a trooper, too, young miss. He taught me to cook as well as any man could, given few options." He pointed at the smiles all around. "He was right, it was a useful skill. More useful than some."
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| − | "It is said that some nobles choose not to eat with the common people." She said carefully, lowering her voice.
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| − | Lu Feng glared at her, and she turned red. He replied. "Some may not. Some leaders condition themselves to go without as a matter of self-discipline."
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| − | "I am sorry." She bowed. "I misunderstood."
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| − | Lu Feng focused on his bowl. "Yes, you did. He once led an...a larger group. Their rations were short, he did not eat for days. I was there, young miss. I have shared seasoned fish with him and I have shared his empty bowl."
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| − | "Were you going to say that he led an army?" Her voice faltered. "I am told that the new prefect is named Jing Li, as well. He is a renowned warrior."
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| − | Lu Feng looked away for a long time. "Some things are not for a cook to say, young miss. You fight well. He fights better. You claim your father-in-spirit joked cruelly when he named you. Look around. Your people are happily fed and the troopers are making friends. Your bravery bought their lives. If a man who has single-handedly defeated hundreds of armed soldiers wanted you all dead, there is nothing you could have done about it."
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| − | "Thank you, Lu Feng. My debt to you is great." Baoyu saluted him and left to speak to her husband.
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| − | The fires were banked and the horses were fed. Jing Li returned and received Lu Feng's nod. It was an affirmation that everyone else had eaten.
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| − | When Baoyu heard Jing Li's voice, she and her husband went to him. She coughed gently and scuffed her feet to get the attention of the others. Yu held their infant while twin boys clung to his legs. As the mendicant's gathered around, Baoyu first knelt, and then prostrated herself in front of Jing Li.
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| − | "Forgive me, my Lord. I did not know who your men were or I would not have borne arms against you." She took a deep breathe and held up her sheathed sword. "Please, I know I deserve death. Do not soil your own blade, use mine. But please, none of the others were a part of this. I beg you to spare them."
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| − | Her sword hand remained steady as Jing Li slowly drew the blade.
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| − | "Well made. And well maintained." He said, looking at the weapon. "Have you considered that an officer's wage could feed several people and perhaps have enough extra for tools and materials?"
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| − | "No sir." She replied quietly. "I am untrained in the arts of mass combat. My work here has been mostly against bandits; no more than two or three at a time."
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| − | "Something to remedy." He replied as he gently sheathed the sword. "We ride in the morning. Join us. Bring a few of your people who can return here with food and tools to build a proper shelter before everyone freezes to death."
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| − | "Thank you, my Lord." She returned to her knees and bowed. "For time to say good bye to my family. I ride with you in the morning."
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