"Good Lord. The way he hides his face, I had no idea he had mixed blood," Gavin said blankly. "His father was a trader?"

"Yes, a man called Hugh Montgomery."

Gavin frowned. "I never met him- Montgomery died in a shipwreck a couple of seasons before I came East. There was some kind of scandal attached to him, but I never heard the details. I didn't know he'd left a son, either."

A scandal? Kyle hoped that Troth never heard that suggested. Her fierce loyalty to her father had been obvious. "Jin left Macao after Montgomery 's death. Chenqua gave him a home and found uses for his language skills. He speaks with a rather nice Scottish accent when he isn't pretending to be a simpleminded interpreter."

"Hell. If he was raised by a Scottish father, he must understand every word he hears." Gavin gave a wry smile. "That wily old devil Chenqua had an even better spy than I realized. A good thing I've had nothing to hide."

"Young Jin is a most remarkable character." Kyle smiled to himself. "What I'm telling you is confidential, but I wanted you to know in case something happens to me and he needs your help."

"Of course. I'd have been happy to help him if I'd known he had Scottish blood." Gavin looked hopeful. "If I send him to England, will he drop this absurd plan to take you inland? "

"No. I made the same offer. He refused. Jin Kang has his share of pride."

"If he's half-Scottish and half-Chinese, his pride must rival Lucifer's." Gavin chuckled. "He certainly had me fooled. Since I'm planning to set up a London office, I'll offer him a job. With his language and clerical skills, he should prove useful."

Would the offer stand if Gavin knew Jin Kang was actually a striking young woman? Possibly-he'd been in America long enough to acquire some radical notions. Kyle hoped he was there to see Gavin's face when Troth revealed the truth.

In the past weeks, they'd worked out their plans in swift, secretive meetings in corners of the hong warehouse. All of the details had fallen into place easily once the decision had been made to go to Hoshan. He was eating only Chinese food, and in his bedroom in the evening he wore Chinese clothing that Troth had supplied. The garments felt natural now, and were more comfortable than European clothes.

Troth had been busy, too, quietly winding up the threads of her life in Canton. She'd researched the road to Hoshan, purchased the supplies they'd need, and arranged for a boatman to take them from Canton to Macao after they returned. In Macao, it would be easy to find a ship for England, and his last adventure would be over.

"When are you leaving?" Gavin asked.

"Next week, the same day you and the other members of Elliott House sail for Canton. I'm to be disguised as a crippled, bandaged invalid."

"Clever." Gavin gave a wry smile. "I must admit that I rather envy you. Over the years, I've toyed with the idea of taking this sort of trip, but I'd be thrown out of Canton if I was discovered, and I can't afford that."

" China should eventually open up more to foreigners, so you'll have your chance. But I may not have another one." Kyle's pang at returning to England was mitigated by the knowledge that he and Troth would be on the same ship for months when they sailed for England. He'd have ample time to learn more about China from her. She could teach him some of the language and give him calligraphy lessons. Her company would make the long voyage pass quickly.

It was a nuisance that he found her so attractive. Usually his response to a pretty woman was fleeting and easily shrugged off. But he was coming to know Troth as a person, and she was not someone who could be lightly dismissed. Her mind was as quick as her trained body, her knowledge broad and practical, her humor dry and surprising. Even though she was allowing him to see both sides of her nature, she was still an intriguing enigma who made him want to delve more deeply.

What had it been like to be wrenched from a European-style household and immersed in China? While she said she respected Chenqua and appreciated what he'd done for her, he was obviously no replacement for the father she'd adored. Yet she'd adjusted to a new way of life, and if she thought fate had dealt unkindly with her, she did not complain.

He hoped that Britain lived up to her dreams.

"Heya!" With a powerful twist of his body, Chenqua hurled Troth to the ground.

She rolled and lithely regained her feet, ready if Chenqua chose to engage again. Instead, he bowed formally. "That is enough for this morning. My thanks, Jin Kang. Your chi is strong today."

"Not so strong as yours, Uncle." She tucked her hands in opposite sleeves and bowed with equal formality, her insides knotted because she knew she could delay her request no longer. "This unworthy one has a great favor to ask."

He straightened his plain exercise tunic. " Yes?"

"The trading season is almost over. Already many of the Fan-qui have left. Since my services will not be needed, I would like to travel to Macao to honor the graves of my parents." She held her breath as she awaited his answer. If he refused permission, it would be much harder for her to slip away.

His shrewd black eyes studied her. She dropped her gaze and forced herself to stillness, praying that she hadn't aroused his suspicions.

"You will sail to Macao with one of the traders?"

"Gavin Elliott says I may sail on his ship. He leaves in two days."

"Very well, you may travel to Macao on your honorable mission. Let the tai-tai know when you intend to return. Do you need funds for the journey?"

"No, Uncle." She kept her eyes down, feeling a twinge of guilt at his offer to subsidize her false pilgrimage. Though she would eventually reach Macao and visit her parents' graves, that did not alter the fact that she was lying to him now.

Suppressing the urge to confess, she impulsively knelt and did a full formal kowtow, touching her forehead to the velvety turf to express fifteen years of gratitude and respect. "I am most grateful for your indulgence."

"You have earned the privilege." Thoughts already on the business of the day, he headed back toward the house.

Instead of following, Troth strolled deeper into the gardens, a little melancholy as she visited her favorite spots. It was still early, not long after dawn, a good time to say farewell to the serene beauty that had been balm to her soul.

She paused by waterfalls that had been tuned like a musical instrument, each trickle of water contributing to the overall harmony. The colorful ducks in the pond were awake and busily seeking their breakfast. Every pool and rock and twisted tree had memories, and she tried to engrave them all on her mind, aching at the knowledge that she would never see these sights again.

Her last stop was at the teahouse where she had meditated and Maxwell had made the offer that was going to change her life. If he had not seen her that day, she would not be planning her flight now.

She entered the house through a circular moon gate, so different from the boring rectangular doors of the Fan-qui. Even after fifteen years, she had not visited all parts of the sprawling structure. It was home to Chenqua's grown sons and their families as well as the merchant's wives and servants, so many rooms were private.

She would miss the courtyards, the way buildings and gardens were so intimately woven together that it was hard to say where one began and the other ended. In Britain, she gathered, it was much too cold to build homes around open spaces.

She found Ling-Ling in the lily pond courtyard, perched on the edge and gazing down at the golden carp that glided soundlessly through the depths. As always, Chenqua's Fourth Lady was exquisitely gowned and made up, her beauty almost unreal.