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He pulled out his dagger, sliced two legs from a chair, and fashioned from them a rough splint, which he bound tightly to the Little Countess’s broken leg. But he still needed the ingredients for the liniment. An idea occurred to him at once. He turned to the Little Countess: ‘You two stay in bed, and keep quiet.’ He closed the bed-curtains, blew out the candle, and unbarred the door. ‘Where . . . where are you going?’ asked the Little Countess. To find some medicine for your broken leg,’ said Trinket. ‘You will come back as quickly as you can, won’t you?’ she said. ‘I will.’ Something about her pathetic tone of voice gave Trinket a little thrill. He rejoiced at the prospect of being her saviour. He barred the door from the inside, and jumped out through the window, closing it behind him. Now no one in the Palace would dare to try entering his apartment, with the possible exception of the Empress Dowager, or the Emperor himself. Medical Supplies He had only taken a few steps, when he felt an ache in the small of his back, where the Empress Dowager had hit him. ‘If the Old Whore wants me dead, I must get out of here as soon as possible!’ He walked towards some lights. A couple of guards on patrol dashed forward to greet him as soon as they saw him. ‘How many of your men have been injured?’ asked Trinket. ‘Goong-goong, seven or eight guards are badly hurt, fourteen or fifteen lightly.’ ‘Where are they?’ said Trinket. ‘Show me.’ ‘Certainly, Goong-goong! We really appreciate puma uk your concern,’ said the guards, and led the way. There were some twenty wounded men lying in the Palace Guards’ mess-room, and four Imperial Physicians were in attendance, working hard to treat their injuries. Trinket went up to the men and made a great show of puma trainers expressing his concern, commending them for their loyalty and bravery, and asking their names one by one. 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I’ll put it on for her.’ Why do you keep saying “you” and “I”?’ asked Trinket. ‘Have you forgotten our deal?’ What/s your real name?’ said the Little Countess, smiling evasively. The others seem to call you Laurel Goong-goong all the time.’ ‘They can call me that, but you can’t. Come on now: what are you supposed to call me?’ 21 She lowered her eyelids slowly, and said in a hardly audible voice. ‘In my heart… in my heart I can call you . . . my darling, but I don’t think … I should say it out loud all the time.’ ‘All right, I’ll make things easier for you. If there’s someone else in the room, you can call me “brother Laurel”; but if we’re alone, you’re to call me “my darling”.’ The girl did not wait for the Little Countess to reply: That’s disgusting!’ she cried, casting an angry glance at Trinket. ‘Don’t listen to him, he’s harassing you.’ Trinket gave a little snort. ‘I wasn’t talking to you, so mind your own business! Even if you wanted to call me that, I wouldn’t want to hear it!’ Then what do you want her to call you?’ asked the Little Countess. ‘Simply “dearest husband”, or “darling husband”!’ The girl blushed, and gave him a scornful glance. ‘You, my husband? Huh! Don’t even think about it! Ever!’ ‘All right, all right/ said the Little Countess. The two of you can’t seem to stop quarrelling! Obviously you were deadly enemies in a previous life. Brother Laurel, please give me the medicine.’ ‘No, I’ll put it on for <a href="http://www.topanike.com/kobe-bryant-basketball-shoes-c-84.html "><strong>kobe Basketballl Shoes </strong></a> you,’ insisted Trinket, lifting the quilt. He rolled up her trouser leg, removed the home-made chair-leg splint, then applied some ointment to her broken leg, puma racing shoes and bound it tight in a new double splint. The Little Countess thanked him profusely. Tell me,’ he asked her. ‘What’s my wife’s name?’ She looked at him in amazement. ‘Your wife?’ Trinket shot his lips out in the direction of the girl. The Little Countess smiled. There you go again! My sister’s surname is Fang, and her name puma shoes buy is. . .’ ‘Don’t tell him!’ the girl cried. Trinket laughed. He passed the medicine to the Little Countess, and bent down to breathe into her ear: ‘Go on, my dear, tell me her name! Whisper it to me!’ Trinket had lowered his voice until it was scarcely audible, but the girl was lying right next to the Little Countess, and could hear his every word. ‘Don’t tell him!’ she protested agitatedly. Trinket chuckled to himself. ‘It’s entirely up to you. Either you tell me your name, or else you let me kiss you: first on the left cheek, then on the right, and then on the lips. Which do you prefer? I can only presume you prefer to be kissed.’ By the flickering light of the candle, Trinket gazed at the deli-cately sculpted beauty of the girl’s face. He detected a faint feminine fragrance emanating from beneath her flimsy clothes. He was enraptured. ‘Delicious!’ he murmured, breathing in her perfume. The immobilized girl was seething with rage. She reminded herself that this loathsome urchin was only a child, and (m puma kids shoes ore importantly) a eunuch. When he moved closer and threatened to kiss her, however, she decided to compromise. ‘Oh all right then, tell him.’ The Little Countess gave a peal of laughter. ‘My sister’s name is Fang Yi.’ ‘That sounds like a pretty average sort of name to me,’ said Trinket. ‘And what’s your name, Little Countess?’ ‘I’m Mu Jianping.’ ‘Better. 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