THE SILK TREE

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

Nicander stared out over the water in a deep depression. He’d not had a chance to see Ying Mei alone and the talk at the dinner before they sailed had brought something into focus that was a dire threat to their future together.

He was living a lie. This mission was not the noble one of seeking truths for the Emperor of Byzantium, it was the grubby and shameful stealing of the secret of silk from the land of her birth. And when they arrived and it was revealed that they were the perpetrators…

The very thing that had set them on their way in this venture, that had served to bring them together, would in the end be the means of destroying their love.

It was now the third day since they had left Trebizond and she had kept to her cabin. Had Tai Yi’s talk of setting up a residence swayed her? Why had she not even explained her feelings to him? Perhaps she had decided to end their relationship but was reluctant to tell him.

He had taken to seeking the very nose of the ship, the rearing curve at the stem and the solitude to be found there.

Astern, to the east, was the dawn and the blossoming day; ahead to the west, was the dying day, sunset and darkness. Was this a sign, a metaphor for his fated destiny?

Wrapped in his anxieties he didn’t hear her come up. ‘Ni K’ou – not you too! It’s really so unfair.’

He swung around.

‘You’ve been queasy with the sea? I’ve been so unwell these last three days I couldn’t face anybody. Tai Yi is still lying down, poor thing.’

‘So you weren’t…?’

‘And now I’m better – and feeling quite hungry, I have to say. How long is it to Constantinople do you think?’

She was looking so beautiful with her rosy cheeks and the light wind playing with wisps of her hair. It brought a catch to his throat.

And she was standing uncomfortably close.

‘Oh, the captain says after two more sunsets,’ Nicander tried to say matter-of-factly.

‘That’s wonderful!’ she exclaimed, then turned grave. ‘It doesn’t leave us much time to plan, does it?’

‘Plan?’ he gulped.

‘Don’t be a silly, Ni K’ou!’ she teased. ‘We’re to be wed – or had you forgotten?’

The clouds of gloom and anxiety fled. She still wanted him! Nothing else mattered!

His grip on the rail tightened as he fought an overwhelming urge to hug and kiss her – but then, like an accusing ghost of the past, came the one thing that could and did matter, the secret he had kept from her, which he could do nothing to prevent coming out in just a few days’ time.

The only choice left to him was whether she found out from others – or he told her himself.

‘Ying Mei, Callista. I think we should talk.’

She picked up that this was not to be light chit-chat and tensed. ‘If you say so, Ni K’ou.’

‘I have to tell you something. About myself. It’s only fair I reveal it now, before we’re… married.’

She said nothing, her serious expression deepening.

‘I… I’m not who you think I am. I’ve done something that I’m very ashamed of and now…’

It all came out. Their mission had not been a sacred one. They had been sent by the Emperor, true, but for a quite different purpose – the stealing from China of its most valuable secret; the idea had been his in the first place and the expedition funded on his plans.

‘They’re in our box,’ he said in a low voice. ‘Protected and sealed in a secret compartment under the holy scriptures. This is why Marius is so excited, we’re probably going to be very rich indeed. You see, before we were very poor and low people and now…’

He stopped at the confusion and bewilderment on her face. He couldn’t blame her if now…

‘Ni K’ou – I don’t understand.’

‘I’m so very sorry to have deceived you, Ying Mei.’

‘No, no, not that. What is it you are trying to tell me? I-I…’ she trailed off uncertainly, searching his face.

‘Don’t you see?’ he said. ‘We’ve stolen the secret of silk. Nobody in Byzantium knows how to make silk and now they will. It will take all the profit from China and-’

‘This is what you are telling me? That you’re a bad man because you brought silk eggs out of China?’ She looked incredulous. ‘Only this? Tell me Ni K’ou, please!’

‘Why, yes. Isn’t this an evil enough thing to do to China?’

She shook her head in disbelief then broke into a delighted smile. ‘My dear Ni K’ou, no! Never! I cannot thank you enough. You’ve given me such a precious gift – you’ve given me revenge on the beast who did all that to my father!’

Tears sprang while Nicander tried to make sense of it all.

‘You see, at one stroke you’ve cut off the riches he makes from sending silk on the caravans. It’s a terrible blow to him, for it’s the major part of his tax revenue. Now he won’t be able to pay his army to attack and plunder and they’ll turn on him!’

‘What about the people – the common people who make the silk?’

‘Oh, Ni K’ou. If they knew they’d thank you, as I. They labour for nothing to make the silk, it’s a burden put on them by the Emperor, even at the end of a day toiling in the fields. If they don’t produce enough they’re punished.’

‘Then you’re not-’

‘My darling Ni K’ou – I’m proud of you! For centuries many have tried to do this but have failed. The penalty is execution but you’ve seen it through without telling me so I wouldn’t be worried.’ She dabbed her eyes. ‘You’re very brave, my dearest Ni K’ou, and so clever to have thought of this in the first place. I’m very lucky to have won such a man!’

‘Callista… can’t we just-’

‘No, my darling. I want it to be very special. It’s only a few days, then when we’re there we’ll set up all the arrangements – and then tell them!’

His heart overflowing with happiness, he would do anything for her, and he watched with the utmost tenderness as his future bride went below to see to Tai Yi.

They had the rest of their lives together, after all.