There was a buzz from Father’s desk. A small transmission stone came to life. Father’s eyes narrowed, and Chanchou swallowed. The connection crackled and writhed, barely stable. “Lord Wu. The Governor has ordered your immediate arrest, and all clan assets to be seized.” The voice on the other end said, clearly strained. “I see.” was all her father said. He rose calmly, and picked up another crystal that was lying upon his desk. He walked to the window, and then threw it into the sky. The crystal rose, elegantly, and unbound by the earth. It began to glow. Softly, at first, and then with increasing intensity, until it was a bright green star hanging in the sky. At once, smoke and flame erupted from several buildings. Warning gongs started ringing. People started shouting and screaming—but her father’s frown became even deeper. “They found some of them—no matter. We are leaving.” father stated, as armed servants rushed into the room. “We are splitting up, and we shall regroup at the fortress. From there we can coordinate our return.” His command rang out, and all of a sudden, things were a whirlwind. Her guards bundled her along, and Chanchou just kept moving, as they ushered her below ground. Things happened so fast, she lost track of her husband. At the start, he was there, and then all of a sudden, he wasn’t. Perhaps he had gone to get their children? Yes, yes, that had to be it! There was no palanquin this time. Chanchou had to half run, half walk, her heart pounding in (...)