“You do not think the Prince will have us followed?” Zivana asked after a moment.
“I think it unlikely,” Stanton Ware replied. “At the same time we must travel for at least two hours in this direction before I produce some excuse for returning to Peking.”
“I think that a presentiment would be a good idea,” she suggested with a little smile, “a presentiment of illness for your friend, Tseng-Wen, which has come to you in a vision.”
“Do you think these men would believe that?” Stanton Ware asked in an amused voice.
“They will want to believe it. Signs, portents and omens are not just efficacious, but I am certain that they would rather stay in Peking than travel to the mountains of Shantin.”
Stanton Ware laughed.
“You are right there. I thought that there was no pleasure on their faces
