"Oh, no.  He goes back to town, those good people will flay him alive!  Run.  Run away very fast.  Find a temple or something and pray like mad to your strange round-eye gods."<br/><br/>Then, dismissing the unwilling guide from her thoughts as though he had never been there, the slender young woman drew her own sword from the sheath on her back--a thin, flexible, razor-sharp ribbon of steel, etched with several Chinese characters.<br/><br/>"Let us go see my cousin and speak to him of his errors."