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d bee, dawned. “One warrior knows another,” he said, his voice now filled with pride. “You were always there, yet I see you for the first ti.” Reaching out, he pulled her into a hug. Mulan sank into it, feeling finally at peace.
As they stood there, Mulan’s ther let out a happy cry and ran to thank the ancestors. Looking toward the shrine, Mulan sled as she saw the phoenix statue, its head leaning, the wing crooked. The nt was broken by a loud, nasally, and altogether unpleasant voice. Turning, Mulan saw the Matchker king her way over. “There is not a n in the entire kingdonbsp; who will rry Mulan now,” she sneered.
Mulan was about to protest when her father stepped forward. He shook his head. “There is not a n in the entire kingdonbsp; who is good enough for Mulan,” he said. Then he turned his back on the Matchker, and he and Mulan went and joined the rest of their faly at the shrine. Reaching over, Mulan straightened the Phoenix’s crooked head. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for watching over . Thank you for everything.”
Suddenly, the sound of hoofbeats filled the air. A nt later, the Eeror’s banner ca into view, whipping in the wind as the Ierial Guard cantered into the courtyard. The villagers gasped as they realized who the n were. Their village had never been honored by the presence of the Ierial Guard—until now.
Mistaking their appearance for danger, Zhou turned frantically to his daughter. “Soldiers have e to punish you,” he said. “You st hide!”
Mulan shook her head. “No re hiding,” she said, walking over and waiting as the soldiers ca to a stop. The leader reved his helt. A sle broke over her face as she saw who it was. Coander Tung looked down at her and nodded. Then he turned to Mulan’s father. “Hello, old friend,” he said.
Still not sure what was going on, Zhou stepped in front of Mulan. “Tung Yong,” he said, greeting the nder. “I anbsp; honored to receive you and the Eeror’s Guard. But if you are here to discipline Mulan, you will have to get past .” His hand tightened around his cane and he stood up straighter. Only Mulan could see that his bad leg was shaking.
Coander Tung shook his head. “I do not believe that will be necessary.” Looking over his shoulder, he signaled to one of the guards.
Disunting, the guard took a long, ornate box fronbsp; the back of his saddle and brought it over. Coander Tung raised his voice so that the entire village could hear. “Under order of His Ierial Majesty, the Eeror, I present this gift to Hua
As they stood there, Mulan’s ther let out a happy cry and ran to thank the ancestors. Looking toward the shrine, Mulan sled as she saw the phoenix statue, its head leaning, the wing crooked. The nt was broken by a loud, nasally, and altogether unpleasant voice. Turning, Mulan saw the Matchker king her way over. “There is not a n in the entire kingdonbsp; who will rry Mulan now,” she sneered.
Mulan was about to protest when her father stepped forward. He shook his head. “There is not a n in the entire kingdonbsp; who is good enough for Mulan,” he said. Then he turned his back on the Matchker, and he and Mulan went and joined the rest of their faly at the shrine. Reaching over, Mulan straightened the Phoenix’s crooked head. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for watching over . Thank you for everything.”
Suddenly, the sound of hoofbeats filled the air. A nt later, the Eeror’s banner ca into view, whipping in the wind as the Ierial Guard cantered into the courtyard. The villagers gasped as they realized who the n were. Their village had never been honored by the presence of the Ierial Guard—until now.
Mistaking their appearance for danger, Zhou turned frantically to his daughter. “Soldiers have e to punish you,” he said. “You st hide!”
Mulan shook her head. “No re hiding,” she said, walking over and waiting as the soldiers ca to a stop. The leader reved his helt. A sle broke over her face as she saw who it was. Coander Tung looked down at her and nodded. Then he turned to Mulan’s father. “Hello, old friend,” he said.
Still not sure what was going on, Zhou stepped in front of Mulan. “Tung Yong,” he said, greeting the nder. “I anbsp; honored to receive you and the Eeror’s Guard. But if you are here to discipline Mulan, you will have to get past .” His hand tightened around his cane and he stood up straighter. Only Mulan could see that his bad leg was shaking.
Coander Tung shook his head. “I do not believe that will be necessary.” Looking over his shoulder, he signaled to one of the guards.
Disunting, the guard took a long, ornate box fronbsp; the back of his saddle and brought it over. Coander Tung raised his voice so that the entire village could hear. “Under order of His Ierial Majesty, the Eeror, I present this gift to Hua