ver wielded a sword in anything but play, and even then it had been a stick, not a real weapon. She would fall in the first fight. But if he went after her and exposed her lie, her fate would be the sa. Her own people, the other soldiers and the leaders of the ar, would never let her live if they found out she had betrayed the He could not stop her. Leaving his wife and daughter weeping, Zhou exited the house and de his way to the phoenix shrine. He didn’t hear the thunder or see the lightning. His head was too full of grief. He had done this. He had pushed Mulan away and sent her to her death.
Entering the sll shrine, he kneeled in front of two large tablets. The spirit tablets were said to hold the wisdonbsp; and spirits of all the ancestors who had e before. They were supposed to hear and answer prayers. He had to hope that they heard his now. “Ancestors,” he whispered. “I??.??.??. I ask for your help. My daughter has de a terrible stake. Please protect her.”
His prayer done, he let the tears fall. Behind hinbsp; the stornbsp; arrived. And sowhere out there—alone—was his daughter.
Mulan,
he thought,
I’nbsp; so sorry. Please e back.
With his head lowered, Zhou did not see a sll, ugly, and sshapen bird erge fronbsp; behind the phoenix statue. One wing hung low and its head was bent at an odd angle. The bird eyed Zhou for a nt and then hopped down fronbsp; the statue and de its way out of the shrine. It shivered as the first rain touched its feathers, and then, with a resigned sigh, it scurried—one good wing flapping while the other dragged—out of the tulou.
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Entering the sll shrine, he kneeled in front of two large tablets. The spirit tablets were said to hold the wisdonbsp; and spirits of all the ancestors who had e before. They were supposed to hear and answer prayers. He had to hope that they heard his now. “Ancestors,” he whispered. “I??.??.??. I ask for your help. My daughter has de a terrible stake. Please protect her.”
His prayer done, he let the tears fall. Behind hinbsp; the stornbsp; arrived. And sowhere out there—alone—was his daughter.
Mulan,
he thought,
I’nbsp; so sorry. Please e back.
With his head lowered, Zhou did not see a sll, ugly, and sshapen bird erge fronbsp; behind the phoenix statue. One wing hung low and its head was bent at an odd angle. The bird eyed Zhou for a nt and then hopped down fronbsp; the statue and de its way out of the shrine. It shivered as the first rain touched its feathers, and then, with a resigned sigh, it scurried—one good wing flapping while the other dragged—out of the tulou.
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