"What if my face and head were bandaged, as if I've been injured?"

She said thoughtfully, "The Temple of Hoshan is known as a place of healing."

Controlling his excitement, he said, "Perhaps a few weeks of eating only Chinese food would make me smell right. What else would need to be done?"

"Why is this so important to you? Do you want to go where no Englishman has gone so you can boast to your friends? Do you wish to sneer at pagan superstitions?"

"Never that," he said slowly. "The Temple of Hoshan was included in a folio of Chinese drawings that I bought not long after my mother died. It seemed like a vision of heaven-a holy place of incomparable beauty, floating in the mountains on the other side of the world. I… I imagined that my mother's spirit had gone there to rest. I knew it wasn't true, but there was comfort in the thought." Especially since he and his brother were becoming increasingly estranged at that point, and he'd badly needed comfort.

"There are safer ways to find beauty and holiness."

Wondering how to explain the intensity of his desire when even he didn't fully understand it, he said, "Haven't you ever had a dream that captured your heart and soul?"

"Once I had dreams," she said in a scarcely audible voice.

She looked so alone that he wanted to reach out and take her hand. He stayed where he was. "Then you know why this is important to me. It's.. a kind of quest. Will you be able to find someone to take me to Hoshan? I'd do it alone if I could, but as has been pointed out to me repeatedly, that would be impossible."

She gazed through the latticework at the still surface of the pond. Was there really a garden equally lovely on the other side of the world? "If you were caught, it would cause Chenqua great trouble."

"Would his life or his family be endangered?"

Her brows drew together. "Though it's possible, I'm sure it would not suit the government to destroy the leader of the Cohong when he produces great wealth for the city and the emperor. But he would certainly be fined heavily."

"The Cohong merchants are continually being fined, so that would be no great matter, especially since I would compensate him if that happened." His voice turned persuasive. "I really don't think that what I'm asking is so dangerous. The temple is only a hundred miles away, so the journey could be made in a fortnight or so. I'm willing to do whatever is necessary to pass undetected. All I need is a reliable guide."

She had been feeling a restless desire to change her life, and here, suddenly, was a perfect opportunity. All she would have to do was leave everything and everyone she'd ever known.

Clenching her hands, she turned to him. "I will take you to Hoshan."

"Impossible," he said, startled. "I can't allow you to risk yourself like that."

"Because I am female? How gallant," she said coolly. "But it is you who will require protection, not me. Or is that the problem? You don't trust me."

He swore under his breath. "You've given me ample proof of your abilities, Miss Montgomery. But I need a guide who lives on the edge of the law, someone who understands and accepts the risks. If you were discovered helping a Fan-qui make an illegal journey, it could cost you your job and your home. Perhaps your life."

"I'm willing to take the risk." She caught his gaze. "You said you would pay well. My price is your help in getting me to Britain."

After a long silence, he said, "I see. What kind of help do you need?"

"Passage on a British ship, and enough money to support myself until I can find work." She tried to guess how much she would need. "Perhaps… fifty pounds?"

He frowned. "Are you sure this is what you want? Your English is flawless, but Britain will seem very strange to you."

"I was raised on tales of Scotland. Yes, it will be very different, but perhaps I belong there more than in China. Certainly I will never fully belong here." Her mouth twisted. "My dream was to go to my father's homeland. I'd given up, but perhaps it is possible after all. Shall I take you to Hoshan? Or don't you want it enough to trust me?"

"Trust is not the issue." He regarded her steadily. "If you want to go to Britain, I will help you without your taking me to Hoshan."

He would really do that? Yes, he would, for he felt that he owed her his life. But she did not want anything from him because he felt an obligation. She had spent fifteen years being subservient. With him she wanted to be an equal, not a dependent. "I prefer to earn my passage, Lord Maxwell. If you will drop your lordly mannerisms and follow my instructions, we should be able to make this journey without incident."

A slow smile lightened his expression. "When can we go?"

"The best time would be when the Fan-qui ships are departing at the end of the trading season. No one will notice your absence then."

"Will you be able to leave without arousing comment?"

"I will think of a way." She hesitated. "May I take some of my possessions with me? Only small things, because I must smuggle them from my room one at a time."

"Of course. I'll get you a trunk and arrange for it to be shipped to Britain with my own belongings."

It was a relief to know she would not be starting her new life with no more than the clothes on her back. "Thank you."

He offered his hand. "We have a bargain then."

She was no longer surprised by the jolt of chi that flooded her when she took his hand, but her reaction made her sharply aware that they would be together day and night for a fortnight. Perhaps longer if they sailed to Britain on the same ship.

Once they sailed, he would be a lord and she would be nobody-but during the journey to Hoshan, they would be man and woman together. Perhaps, briefly, she might fulfill a different dream…

Kyle poured fragrant tea into two cups. "I've been playing with different blends. What do you think of this one?"

Gavin drank. "Outstanding. What flavoring did you use?"

"Bergamot. I found some at a shop on Thirteen Factories Street, and thought it might work even better than lemon or a regular orange."

"Write down the proportions so we can blend it in large quantities. And don't tell anyone what the secret ingredient is-we might as well keep the competition baffled as long as possible." He sipped more. "We can call it Lord Maxwell Tea."

Kyle winced. "My father would be horrified to see a family title on a crass commercial product."

"Are you sure? Earl Wrexham Tea would be even better."

"No."

"Mmm… all right. Perhaps Earl's Blend then. Surely he can't object to that."

"I suppose not. But you're a snob at heart, I fear."

"Just a good businessman. Earl's Blend Tea will make Elliott House very rich. You've just justified your otherwise lazy existence here in Canton." Gavin poured another cup. "The trading season is almost over. What do you think of your visit?"

" China is fascinating." Kyle decided it was time to break the news. "I won't be sailing to Macao with you. I've made arrangements to visit the Temple of Hoshan."

Gavin swore under his breath. "I'd hoped you'd given up that idea. Did you find some local criminal willing to take you there? That could be dangerous."

"Not a criminal. Jin Kang."

Gavin clinked his cup down. "Damnation, I thought the boy had more sense!"

Kyle had discussed with Troth how much to tell Gavin. "There's nothing wrong with his sense. When I asked if he knew someone who would take me to the temple, he offered to do it himself. He's half-Scottish and wants my help in relocating to England."