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he　avoided　serious　misadventure。
　Karma；　she　would　say　later。　She　survived　at　the　sufferance　and　the　pity　of　those　Chinese　folk　who　spied　her　and　fed　her　almost　as　if　she　were　a　baby；　spooning　the　thin　rice　soup　between　her　slack　lips；　wiping　her；　chin　every　so　often；　for　she　could　not　perform　even　this　simple　act　herself。　She　relieved　herself　in　the　gutters　and　forgot　what　it　was　like　to　take　a　bath。　Those　times　when　she　came　across　running　water；　as　in　the　fountains　still　intact　which　she　stumbled　across　by　chance；　she　thrust　her　fingers　into　the　spray；　staring　at　it　as　if　it　were　something　she　had　never　seen　before。　When　it　rained；　she　stood　still　and　stared　upwards　at　the　billowing　clouds；　seeking；　perhaps；　a　glimpse　of　God。
　The　morning　she　staggered　into　the　garrison　office；　Nicholas's　father　was　in　the　middle　of　an　administrative　crisis。　Not　only　were　his　troops　obliged　to　mop　up　the　last　outlying　pockets　of　Japanese　opposition　but　now　orders　had　e　down　urging　him　to　see　to　it　that　his　men　policed　the　metropolitan　area　in　an　attempt　to　quell　the　increasingly　violent　outbreaks　between　the　Chinese　and　the　Malays　who　lived　constantly　in　an　uneasy　half…peace。　That　left　perhaps　an　hour　and　a　half　each　day　for　his　men　to　sleep；　it　was　clearly　a　situation　he　could　not　tolerate　and　he　was　in　the　process　of　seeking　some　conciliatory　alternative　to　actively　disobeying　a　direct　order。　He　had；　in　fact；　been　sitting　in　this　same　wooden　slatted　chair　…　the　one　that　had；　for　the　last　three　years；　been　the　sole　property　of　the　dead　Japanese　garrison　mander　…　since　the　morning　of　the　previous　day。
　Except　for　several　hurried　trips　to　the　washroom　to　relieve　himself；　Colonel　Denis　Linnear　had　been　right　where　he　was　when　the　dazed　woman　wandered　into　his　sanctum　sanctorum。　How　she　had　managed　to　slip　past　the　three　sets　of　guards　he　was　never　able　to　ascertain　to　his　satisfaction。　Yet　that　particular　point　only　manifested　itself　to　him　much　later。　At　the　time；　he　was　concerned　only　with　her　appearance　and；　as　he　jumped　up　from　behind　his　littered　desk；　his　aides　seemed　more　startled　by　his　movements　than　by　the　fact　that　there　was　an　unannounced　woman　in　the　room。
　'Danvers！'　the　Colonel　called　to　his　adjutant。　'Get　a　cot　in　here；　on　the　double　I'
　The　man　rushed　out　and　the　Colonel　was　reaching　for　the　woman　when　she　began　to　fall。　Her　eyes　fluttered　closed　and　she　collapsed　into　his　arms。
　'Sir？'　Lieutenant　McGivers　said　'About　this　…'
　'Oh；　for　pity's　sake；　man；　get　me　a　cold　cloth；'　the　Colonel　barked　irritably。　'And　get　Grey　in　here。'
　Grey　was　the　garrison　surgeon；　a　tall　angular　man　with　a　bushy　moustache　and　sun…reddened　skin。　He　arrived　just　as　Danvers　was　manhandling　the　cot　through　the　doorway。
　'Give　him　a　hand；　McGivers；　there's　a　good　lad；'　the　Colonel　said　to　the　reappearing　Lieutenant。　And　together　they　maneuvered　the　cot　into　the　room。
　The　Colonel　lifted　the　woman　up；　noting　her　fine　Asian　features　under　the　layers　of　dirt　and　dust；　and　lowered　her　gently　onto　the　cot。
　He　let　Grey　take　over　then；　going　back　behind　his　desk；　working　on　the　tail　end　of　his　problem　with　one　eye　cocked　across　the　room　until；　at　length；　the　surgeon　stood　up。
　'All　right；　Lieutenant；'　the　Colonel　said　wearily；　'get　everyone　out　of　here。　We'll　reconvene　at　0800　hours。'　He　stood　up；　passing　his　long　fingers　through　his　hair；　and　crossed　to　where　Grey　stood　looking　down　at　his　patient。
　When　they　were　alone　in　the　room；　he　said；　'How　is　she？〃
　The　surgeon　shrugged。　'It's　hard　to　say　until　she　es　round　and　I　can　run　a　few　more　tests。　She's　obviously　suffering　from　shock　and　exposure。　Several　good　meals　will　fix　her　up；　I　shouldn't　wonder。'　He　wiped　his　hands　on　the　cloth　he　had　used　to　clean　her。　Look　here；　Denis；　I've　a　lot　of　young　boys　to　see。　If　you　suspect　a　problem　when　she　es　round；　have　Danvers　e　and　fetch　me。　Otherwise；　I　think　you　know　what　she　needs　as　well　as　I　do。'
　The　Colonel　summoned　Danvers　and　sent　him　to　scrounge　up　some　hot　soup　and　any　pieces　of　boiled　chicken　he　could　find。　Then　he　knelt　beside　the　woman；　watching　the　soft　pulse　along　the　long　column　of　her　neck。
　Thus　the　first　thing　Cheong　saw　when　she　opened　her　eyes　was　the　close　face　of　the　Colonel。　What　struck　her　immediately；　she　recalled　later　in　recounting　the　story　to　Nicholas；　were　his　eyes。　'They　were　the　kindest　eyes　I　had　ever　seen；〃　she　said　in　her　light　singsong　voice。　'They　were　the　very　deepest　blue。　I　had　never　before　seen　blue　eyes。　I　had　been　outside　the　city　when　the　British　had　first　e；　prior　to　the　outbreak　of　the　war。
　'I　often　think　that　it　was　those　blue　eyes　which　so　startled　me；　brought　me　round。　Suddenly　I　remembered　the　long　days　after　Tsuko　had　been　killed　as　if　they　were　part　of　a　film　being　run　off　whole　for　the　first　time；　the　pieces　at　last　had　knit　together。　I　no　longer　had　gauze　in　front　of　my　eyes　and　cotton　wool　stuffed　into　my　head。
　'With　that；　it　all　began　to　pass　away　from　me　…　as　if　I　were　recalling　events　from　some　other　person's　life　…　the　dark　terrible　last　days　of　the　war。
　That　is　when　I　knew　that　your　father　was　part　of　my　karma；　in　that　first　moment　I　saw　him；　for　I　have　no　remembrance　of　entering　the　garrison　house；　of　encountering　any　British　soldiers　there　before　him。'
　The　Colonel　took　her　home　at　the　day's　end；　in　the　midst　of　the　long　shimmering　emerald　and　lapis　lazuli　twilight；　with　the　city　choked　with　swirling　dust；　Jeeps　clattering　down　the　streets　and　soldiers　running　quick…time　along　the　sidewalks　while　the　Chinese　and　the　Malays　paused　in　their　　　　　homeward　journeys；　standing　quite　still；　resolute　and　quiescent　and　eternal　in　their　cotton　drawstring　shorts　and　sloping　reed　sedge　hats。
　As　usual　it　was　teeming；　and　the　Colonel　had　the　Jeep　brought　round；　though　he　was　often　fond　of　walking。　It　took　him　twenty　minutes　on　average　to　make　the　journey　from　the　garrison　located　near　Keppel　Harbour　almost　due　north　through　the　city　to　the　house　he　now　occupied。　As　may　be　imagined；　the　mand　was　not　over　fond　of　his　making　this　trek　on　foot　and　dius　he　was　perforce　obliged　to　be　acpanied　by　two　armed　men　from　his　garrison　as　escort　from　door　to　door。　The
　Colonel　found　this　a　hideous　misappropriation　of　precious　manpower　but　he　seemed　to　have　no　choice　in　the　matter。
　At　first　he　had　been　assigned　an　enormous　estate　near　the　western　tip　of　the　city　but　he　soon　found　that　it　was　hard　by　an　equally　enormous　mangrove　swamp　and　being　downwind　from　it　was　too　much　even　for　him。　So　he　had　looked　around　and　eventually　moved　to　this　current　smaller　but　infinitely　more　fortable　place。
　It　was　situated　on　a　hill　which　the　Colonel　liked　quite　a　bit　because　when　he　faced　north　he　could　gaze　up　at　Bukit　Timah；　the　island's　granitic　core　and　its　highest　spot。　Beyond　that　dark　mass；　the　hump　of　some　great　leviathan；　lay　the　black　waters　of　the　Johore　Strait　and　Malaysia；　the　southernmost　tip　of　the　massive　block　of　Asia。　On　the　days　when　it　was　particularly　hot　and　humid；　when　his　shirt　stuck　like　hot　wax　to　his　skin　and　the　sweat　poured　from　his　scalp　into　his　eyes；　when　the　entire　city　steamed　like　a　tropical　rain　forest；　it　seemed　to　him　as　if　Asia's　bulk　were　sliding　slowly　downwards　onto　the　top　of　his　head；　suffocating　him　in　a　blanket　of　endless　marshes；　mosquitoes　and　men；　the　crick　in　his　neck　would　return；　paining　him　worse　than　ever。
　But　this　was　all　before　the　appearance　of　Cheong。　To　the　Colonel　it　was　nothing　short　of　miraculous；　as　if　she　had　e　into　his　room；　not　from　the　streets　of　Singapore；　but　from　the　cloud…filled　sky。　That　first　evening；　when　he　had　turned　her　over　to　tiny　Pi　to　be　bathed　and　clothed；　and　standing　by　his　polished　teak　desk；　taking　his　first　long　drink　of　the　day；　he　felt　the　tiredness　washing　away　from　him　like　a　residue　of　salt　drowned　in　a　hot　shower。　He　thought　only　that　it　was　good　to　be　home　after　so　long　a　time　at　work。　Yet　perhaps　this　had　been　only　the　most　mundane　part　of　it；　for　when　he　recalled　that　time　many　years　later　…　as　he　was　often　wont　to　do　…　he　was　not　at　all　certain　of　his　motivations　or　his　feelings　in　the　matter。　He　knew　only　that　when　she　had　been　brought　back　to　him　in　his　study；　when　he　saw　again　her　face；　for　the　first　time　since　he　had　left　England　in　the　early　part　of　1940　to　e　East；　he　no　longer　seemed　obsessed　with　Asia。　He　stood　watching　her　e　towards　him；　feeling　like　a　house　bereft　of　the　ghost　that　had　haunted　it　for　so　long；　now　empty；　waiting　to　be　filled　by　new　and　more　substantial　tenants。　He　recognized　then　his　spirit；　unchained　at　last；　dancing　inside　of　him　and　he　felt　that　here　before　him　was　his　true　reason　for　seeking　out　the　mysteries　of　Asia。
　He　studied　her　face；　using　the　light　of　the　breaking　sky；　the　day's　last　light；　a　spurt　before　darkness　fell　pletely；　with　the　innate　fierceness　with　which　he　had　applied　himself　to　the　destruction　of　the　enemy。　This　was　a　most　formidable　talent　in　the　Colonel；　one　that　was　highly　respected　among　the　Americans　as　well　as　the　British　military　and　for　which　he　had　been　amply　rewarded　by　one　battlefield　promotion　after　another。
　It　was…　not；　he　felt；　a　purely　Chinese　face。　This　he　derived　not　from　any　overt　configuration　of　features　but　by　the　overall　aspect。　There　was；