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apprehension at what the bridal carriage symbolised. The men grunted with effort as
they lifted the jian yu onto their shoulders and set off. The heavy red cotton obscured
the view down the mountain, but she could hear and smell what she couldnt see. The
birds still sang, the goats still bleated and the sweet aroma of jasmine drifted
tantalizingly though the cloth that screened the litter.
The mens breathing grew laboured and their strides became shuffles. The birds grew
silent and the goats stopped bleating. The smell and stench of smoke, the stink of
decaying flesh and drying leather all surrounded the carriage. Ying Lang could feel her
breathing come in short gasps and the sickening odours wrapped themselves around
her, encasing her in a second prison within the jian yu. She became acutely aware of the
heavy clothes weighing her down and the heavy cloth walls enclosing her. She was
trapped.
*
The bird sat in the cage. Mama and baba had said that I should not have taken it from
the nest but it had been a tiny bundle and was lying there alone, I could not bear to
leave it. I gazed wonderingly at the creature as it stared intently out the window,
watching a flock of sparrows fly by. Sometimes I regretted imprisoning it, but could it
survive beyond the cage? I provided it with everything it could ever wish for: food,
shelter, safety. I smiled tenderly at the creature; it must be as baba says, you dont
know what is best for you, Im doing this for your own good.
*
It was dark. The valley between the mountains was far from the heavens and smoke
obscured the stars. The bridal procession had stopped in front of the imposing gates
that stood open. Ying Lang eyed the crimson drapes and fire crackers hanging from the
entrance and all throughout the hallway of the house. She turned her face to the ground
and bit her lip. The smell of guo tie frying, once a welcomed aroma, now sent waves of
nausea through her. Ying Lang took a deep breath and placed one foot over the
boundary between the house and the courtyard. Then the other. Tears trickled onto her
veil as she shuffled through the hallway and made her way to the ceremonial room. She
had nowhere left to run.
*
Mama stood at the door.
It has been arranged Ying Lang, your father has decided. The wedding will be in a
month.
I opened the cage.
But the bird could not fly.
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