The Sword Dancer. Jeannie LinЧитать онлайн книгу.
his forearm across her chest while he groped for something just out of reach with his other hand. The rattle of chains made her blood run cold. She renewed her efforts, twisting beneath him, but it was no use. The cold snap of metal over her wrists took the fire out of her.
For now.
He didn’t get off her immediately. Fear choked her as his hand curved over her waist. Instead of tearing her clothes open, he felt around her sash, her sleeves, then checked her boots where he finally found her other knife. She didn’t know whether to feel relief or anger as he threw the weapon into the corner. She felt both.
‘Surrendering already?’ he gritted out.
She had gone still beneath him, first from the fear of being violated, but now because she needed to conserve her strength and think. There was little she could do while he pinned her. Han was too strong, but if he let down his guard now that she was chained—
The thief-catcher ended that thought by grabbing a rope and coiling it around her wrists. He secured her arms to her sides for good measure, wrapping the length around her torso. She thought he might cocoon her like a silkworm, but he knotted off the rope just below her elbows and finally released her.
Panic stabbed at her once again when Han reached for her sash, but it was only to remove the jade pendant. He released her abruptly and sat back, as if in a hurry to put some distance between them. He was breathing hard and his dark hair was askew over his face. Strands of it had been dragged from his topknot during their struggle.
‘Wen Li Feng.’ His expression was far from smug as he looked her over. ‘You look like you’re plotting my death.’
He was right.
She rolled on to her side and tried to sit up, which was difficult tied the way she was. She glared at him.
‘I hate you.’
He barked out a laugh.
She did hate him. There was no reason, no rational reason for him to go chasing after her. Why wouldn’t he give up like any other lowlife thief-catcher?
She finally managed to prop herself up against the wall, flopping like a fish to do so. Han leaned back to watch her. Bastard.
‘You have sharp elbows,’ he complained, running a hand over his ribs.
‘Sweet talker,’ she retorted.
The lantern cast the thief-catcher’s face in deep shadows. He regarded her with an expression that was both curious and assessing. It made her nervous.
She finally calmed down her breathing enough to sound rational. ‘Why did you come all this way, thief-catcher? Surely the reward money isn’t worth the trouble.’
‘You’re not going to claim innocence?’ he asked.
‘I’m innocent.’
He grinned. His eyes danced with light when he smiled.
‘There is a matter of a stolen horse,’ he remarked.
‘Which you can take back. He’s outside.’
‘That hardly negates the crime.’
She narrowed her eyes at him. Her crimes were insignificant compared to those of the corrupt bureaucrats that governed over the province. Bureaucrats that this thief-catcher obediently served.
‘Then there’s also the matter of a stolen shipment of jade and gold.’ He held up her carving. The lamplight flickered over the jade.
‘This is not stolen.’
He raised his eyebrows at her.
She felt a twinge of loss at seeing her sole possession in his hands. ‘It’s mine.’
Han gave the jade a passing glance before tucking it into the fold of his robe. ‘What about all the other missing treasures?’
‘I don’t know what treasures you’re speaking of,’ she said blandly, her face showing nothing.
More raised eyebrows and a disconcerting touch of amusement at the corners of his mouth. That sort of smile in the right sort of light could disarm a woman, but Li Feng only gave him a hard look in return. She was already disarmed and this was definitely the wrong sort of light.
They loved telling stories about Thief-catcher Han in Fujian province ever since he’d defeated the bandit chief known as Two Dragon Lo. Zheng Hao Han had become somewhat of a romantic figure, yet her thoughts were anything but romantic while she was trussed and helpless before him. Especially when he seemed to be enjoying it.
‘Miss Wen.’ He suddenly appeared serious. ‘I’ve been wondering about your sword skill. You say you have no master, but if I had to guess your style, I would say its foundation is from Wudang Mountain?’
She tried not to let her surprise show. They’d had a brief exchange at the tavern, hardly enough for him to discern any particular technique.
He kept his gaze levelled on her, scrubbing a hand over the hard cut of his jaw. ‘From your silence, I think I must be correct. The Wudang forms are known for their fluidity and are often likened to dance.’
Whether or not she hated him, Li Feng had to admit that Han had captured her. Again. He was more than a dim-witted sword-for-hire. He had been carefully tracking her and assessing her abilities. All while she hadn’t given him a single thought. She deserved her defeat.
Li Feng looked at him now with new eyes—as the enemy. His fighting experience, like so many thief-catchers, probably came from serving in the military. His choice of weapon, the straight-bladed dao, confirmed that.
‘The shopkeeper in town told you about me,’ she ventured.
‘You seem to have a fondness for jade shops across the county. Yet you never have anything to sell. I would expect a thief to try to profit from her bounty as soon as possible.’ He was watching for her reaction. ‘I considered that you might be gathering information for more underhanded activities, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.’
‘I told you, I didn’t take any of the jade.’
He wagged a finger at her. ‘So you had accomplices. Don’t try to be clever with your words, Miss Wen. I’m wondering why, after such a grand take, you are not enjoying newfound riches? A falling out with your comrades, perhaps?’
‘If I told you, would you release me?’
‘No.’
‘I don’t suppose begging for mercy would do any good either,’ she remarked drily.
He paused at that. ‘No,’ he said finally, his expression inscrutable. After a tense silence, he spoke again. ‘If you are indeed guilty of the theft, you must accept the consequences. You might be sentenced to time in the cangue for theft. At worst, you may suffer a public beating. Most likely you’ll be sentenced to servitude to make up for your crimes.’ Han listed off the punishments as if reading from a code book.
‘Are you certain?’ she challenged. ‘There was quite an expensive amount of jade stolen … as I hear.’
‘The magistrate will be lenient seeing as you’re a woman.’
‘I’ll be shown mercy after I confess under torture.’
A frown creased his brow. It was clear he was disturbed by her directness, but said nothing to refute her claims. She may have lived for most of her life away from the affairs of the world, but she’d learned very quickly about how justice truly worked. Some magistrates were crueller than others, but none, by the very nature of their position, was particularly kind.
‘I will do my best to see that you are treated fairly,’ he said, though it was a faint promise. He apparently thought having her head and arms locked in the cangue or publicly beaten was ‘fair’.
‘Why would Thief-catcher Han want to help a suspected criminal like me?’
‘Because