posion 2

Second morning, Bate get his horse to drink by the near lake. He saw Wuna there stare at him. He knows now he got himself in a bad situation.
Brenda slept till the midday. She washed herself by a wet cloth. She saw a bowl with another bowl on top of it for lid near the dead fire. She touched it, still bit of warmth reminder. She opens it. Was some cooked meat. Smell’s like lamp. She is gabbing in. Brenda walked out the yurt. Outside is sunshine, she walk back inside, dug her note book out with a panicle.

This sunshine, the clean fresh air, the quietness and the soft grass are combination a relaxing world.

Brenda sits in the sunshine, start writing her first dairy in this grass land. Bath in the sunshine made her feel dozing. She stretched herself with a big yawn, I am going to have a nap here, she said to herself.

As she lying down the ground, she heard some sounds from the ground. She stands up looking where it comes from? She saw a man ride on his horse galloping to her. As get closer, closer, she can see they are Bate and his horse. She smiled. As Bate’s horse gets closer to her, she tries to backward a few of steps. Before her feet start moving, she has been picked up by Bate on his galloping horse. She tied her arms round his neck, kissed him with full of enthusiasm. She fell the winds blowing crossing her ears, her hair flown in the air. In her stirring, her under wears been tear up by Bate, they are waved in the winds for a second then disappears. She feels the horny sexy agitating inside her every cell. Bate sits her straight facing his way, lying himself on the horse with his feet still inside the stirrups, he hold her butts simply give a pull. There were join together.
Brenda’s dress, hair, blowing on the galloping horse.

As the storm gone, they sit on the horse; see the sweat horse sauntering round. Three of them were sweat, gasping for air.



At that night, Brenda helped Bate cooking dinner, and then she washed Bate’s grown in the hot water. It was very graze. Brenda heard a woman singing floating in the winds. She asked:” who’s is this?”
“Wuna.”
“A woman?”
“Yes, a girl.”
“She has something to do with you, hasn’t she?” Brenda asked in jealous.
“Yes, She spouse be my fiancée.”
“Your fiancée?” Brenda is yelling.
“Yes.”
“Your fiancée!?” Brenda is yelling very bitterly.
“Yes. Both our family and Wuna all thought she is the one to be my wife since I came back from England.”
“And you think too?”
“Well, Wuna is the best in this land.” Bate said very slow.
“The best? The best?” Brenda fill somebody stick a needle inside her heart then stir it.
“You mean she is the best? Better than me?” Brenda’s dignity won’t let her give up.

“Brenda, you and Wuna are different. There are no compare between you and her. She is native Mongolia girl; she will be a very good wife, very good mother. You are from a different world. “

“So who are the one you in love with?” Brenda is nervous. She tightened her mouth, hold her breath.

“I don’t know.” Bate slipped away from this question.

That was silence night. Brenda couldn’t hide away from that long end choir Mongolia sounds. They are full of pain, sadness, deep sorrow.




”Bate? Bate! Your Dad want to you go to his place.” Lunzhu is yelling from outside at the third morning.
“I‘ll be back soon. Stay close, don’t go out to far.” Bate put his grown on, walk out.

After breakfast, Brenda feel she have to do something. But what can she do? This is not her home, the man she slept with even not in love with her. What can she do?
She walks out with an empty brain or full of unknown things, when she wants to pick up one to focus on, but she couldn’t get one from them. Bate gone, same like he took all the vitality away with him. All left here are emptiness and loneliness.

Brenda walk round hear the yurt, she saw few women sit together in the sunshine, doing some patching. In her knowledge, she knew they were gossiping about her. She said to herself:’ who cares?” She saw one of them is a young girl. Her cloths are clean fresh colored among others. She met that girl’s eyes. Brenda hit by those eyes. Hutting, sad, sorrow……All in that stare at her. “Wuna, Wuna. She must be Wuna.” Brenda quickly runs back inside the yurt. “What did I do? I just come cross the world to steal her man. She is suffering the sorrow from I give to her.”


Bate sight as Brenda asked him what had happen in his dad’s place.
“Dad said simply sends you out our grass land.” Bate try not to meet her eyes.
“Why? Your mother is a foreign too.”
“Because my mother is a foreign! That is why.”
“Sorry, sorry. I ‘m sorry. None of my business to adjust.” Brenda try to stop his emotion.
“It’s ok.” Bate’s sounds very husky.

“Could you tell me about your mother? What had happen between her and your Dad?” Brenda asked carefully soft.

“Well, about 30 years ago, my mother traveled round with her Dad. Her Dad was a business man, Buys silk, tea, all sorts’ things those western fancied, sells them in England. One time they lost on their way to China on the Silk Road because of the civil war, so they try to avoid the war by make a detour. By accident they came to this land. Both they were weak; special her Dad was sick too. So they lived here for 4 months to get recover. Four months time later, my mother fall in love with my Dad. She wouldn’t leave without my Dad. My Dad wouldn’t leave his mother land. So her Dad went back to England. They fall in love was easy, but live together weren’t easy. They only can do the minimum communicate. My mother from a wealth family, she couldn’t handle this tough hard life style as my Dad. So when I was 8 months old, my mother took me gone to England. She cried to my Dad:” I love you, Teng ge er. But I can’t live here all my life. I please you come with us to England.’ My Dad of course wouldn’t agree. But he let’s my mother take me with her. Because he loves my mother. You know in here, the first son always very important. But my dad let my mother take me with her to a far away country. Maybe all his life never sees me again. But he loves my mother. So he suffers the pain. From then I lived in England with my mother’s family. It was wealth alright. But no Dad around, especially after Grandfather died, no man to shore up the family. Press began comes, in those days, A woman like my mother with a boy, no husband. The social morals had minimum tolerant. But my Mum reminder very strong. On my 13th birthday. She said to me’ Bate, you are 13, are man now. And you know where your came from is. You know where your father is. I am going take you back to your father, let you have some times with him. Then you decide where you live, in here or with your father. When you are ready, tell me. I can book the tickets.’ I have been brought back here after my 13th birthday. Yes, was very difficult to make decision, before I made any, I got letter from England says my mother died from sick. Since then, nobody can talk about my mother in front of my Dad. He loves her!”
“What’s her name? Your Mother.” Brenda asking.
“Mel, Mel Anne Campbell.”
“What kind sickness took her life?”
“Tuberculosis.”

“Why your Dad want to you send me away?”
“He experienced in pain from his life, he don’t want I to battling what he had been through.”
“Do you think we are going be together?” Brenda decides get to the point.
“No.” A simple ‘No’ come out from Bate’s mouth.
“No?”
“No.”
“Reason?”
“You will not stay here all your life. You are maybe a perfect lover, but I don’t think you will be a good wife. You are too wildness, self determine, too smart, too audacious, all those made you very attractive, but in this grass land you are ignorant about everything that living needs.”
“So you are going to marry Wuna?”
“Yes, it has to be that way.”
“When are you going send me away?”
“When you are ready.”
“How about Wuna? Will she still accept you after all these?”
“I don’t know. I think she will do what family’s decision.”
“You know what? I think you are disgusting. How could you just dump me then make her out of a rubbish bin, sump yourself inside her?”
“No, you are wrong. I have to do what I must to do for the duty. If I had choice I would like you, have the freedom to color my life.”
“Do you know every where on the world in war? Here is the most peaceful undisturbed world. I came here not travel for pleasure. I was been suspicious a spider. I am runs for my life. You are right; I am not can stay here for all of my life. Soon the war finish, I am going back to my world.”
“Are you?”
“What? Go back to my world?”
“A spider?”
“Of course not! I am a photographer.”
“Why are they suspicions you? Which side?”
“How can I know why? Which side of the war? Germany. Maybe because I keep took pictures of the Jews been treated very badly. “

“Here is peace, no war. Let’s get some sleep.” Bate put himself inside the heavy quilts.

Brenda tossed all night. She couldn’t think clear what she going to do. Dose she love this man? Right this moment, she dose love him. Could she not regret later, if she made decision to stay with him? Can’t be grantee. She still can remember she ran away from Gary. She couldn’t believe what she did. She said yes to Gary to get married. Then she ran away from the wedding. She was scared, scared live insipid life. She had loved Gary, but after 3 years, all the enthusiasm between them had gone, only left is comfort. Then this war came from nowhere…..

Then she thinks about Wuna. She is very good looking Girl, better then her even. Dose she is clever? Or just as others here, accept the fate what ever bring to her? She is curious about that girl, but she also know two of them better stay away from each other, it is maybe the best way.
And now her brain moved on to Bate. Why he so sure that they don’t have a future? He never loved her? But he didn’t refuse the sex, actually he die enjoyed as her. As think about sex, she starts get horny again. What ever will happen tomorrow, this moment belong to her, this man belongs to her now, and the black night belongs to her. “Better enjoy it while you have it” She muttered to herself. Bate waked up by her sucking between his legs…..

Bate moved crazily by Brenda’s yelling groaning. At the last Bate cums in Brenda’s yelling:” I Cuming. I Cuming.” Then there is her shrieking cry.


Brenda decides go back to her country, her home, her mother and sister. She can’t stay here. She can’t stay this place any longer. She can’t keep Bate for herself as a lover which is not. She can feel others sharp stares at her what ever she goes out the yurt.

A early autumn morning. Bate got food and drink ready, and get his horse and another horse ready for Brenda. When Brenda sits at the saddle turn her head back, have a last look at this grass land. Her tears run like river. She runs for her life from Europe through Middle East, and then reached Asia; by accidentally came to this grass land. She thought she was safe; can relaxing her soul in this remote undisturbed word. But she ruined that chance. Nobody’s fault, it is her fault. If she hadn’t stolen this man from Wuna, she could become a friend of them.
“Well” She sight.
“That was me. I did what I want right then, I am reacted as what I wanted. That was me and this is me!”

“Nobody come to farewell me. Am I that bad?” Brenda force herself smiling.
“No, you are not that bad. It is racial matter and concept matters.” Bate sits on his horse his body moved as the horse sauntering.

“Is that is matter you too?”
“A part of.”
“And other part is?”

“We better hurry; need all day to get to Mancholi. Otherwise we have to camping tonight. Surely you don’t want to see those hungry visits.” Bate means the woovies.

At manchouli, Brenda saw lots of soldiers full of the streets. Bate gone back to his grass land. Brenda, a White woman in this strange place, full of strange face with desperation and zombie. Take long time, Brenda discovered that soldiers are Japanese.

Brenda felt that some kind danger wait for her in somewhere. She has to get out this place quick. She got money; Bate gave her some silver and gold. That made things lots easier.

Unexpectedly, Brenda couldn’t get on her journey to south China. Everywhere is war. Brenda know she can’t go back home through Europe, Nazis will be wait for her. She living a little motel, everyday she goes to the train station check when she can get on the train goes down south of china. But always some result. Can’t go! War is everywhere.

Half month late, she desperate walk back to her little room, threw her self in the mud bricks bed. The bed gives her a “dong!” response.
She wishes she can cry, crying laud! Thunder the entire world. Something in her heart, in her through block up all her bitterness, loneliness, drags back to her chest. Burry in the deep corner, made her so hard to breath.

“Ms, eat.” The motel’s owner comes call her. She is a mid aged woman, can’t speak any English, and only learn these two words from Brenda since Brenda live in her motel. Actually is not a real motel, is an old mud home house with four rooms only. She always busy cleaning, cooking, patching… Never smile; never see any other family with her. She sames along as well. When ever the Japanese soldier came, she always carefully, trembled with fear nod her head, shack her head. Sometimes she even pulls out some silver corns from her pocket, gives to them. Brenda feels so sad for her when ever she saw it. Brenda knows those corns least took her a month to earn.

Brenda and her never talk much, can’t commutate to each other and Brenda herself in a desperate situation too.
Brenda sit up from the bed see her put a food tray on the little table, then quietly walked out. Brenda looked the food, she feel no appetite. “Better get something in to self, if everything destroyed, least still live.”

Brenda pick up the spoon, stir the unknown soup, starts shave in her mouth. She can’t! As the food get in her, she feels sick and vomit. As she throws up all the food from her stomach, that owner walked to her give her a warm cloth and a half bowl of water. Brenda washed her mouth, warp her face. Then nod her head to the owner. She was going to say:” Thank you!” But Brenda realized the owner don’t understand her anyway. So she swallowed the words back. Brenda walks back to her little room, laying on the bed, she feel a bit dizzy, she talk to hersef:”Don’t get sick now! Not now!” There somebody knock on the door, next the owner bring another tray in, with stem flying rounds on the top of a bowl.

Brenda said:” Thank you! I can’t eat! You see? I can’t eat!”
The owner nods her head then shack her head. Point her finger down Brenda’s belly, and then tow arms made up a gesture like hold a baby.

“Eat, eat, …” She can’t find any more words can she can say. So she did the same gesture again then hands that bowl to Brenda.

“You mean I will have a baby? A baby?” Brenda did the same a gesture as she did.

The owner nods her head with a tender smile on that winked face.
“Oh, no no no…..”Brenda cried to herself.

“Is anybody here?” Someone shout out in English.

The owner and Brenda both ran out. There in the dim lights a couple of young westerner stands there. The owner looked them then looked Brenda find Brenda obviously don’t know this couple. She took one little corn out ,then pull one finger out, her eyes were looking for help from Brenda.

“How do you do?” Brenda said first.
“How do you do?” The couple same very happy to see somebody in this strange place as their own kind.
“The owner means one corn for one night, that include the food and she will wash your cloths as well.” Brenda translates for them.
“How much is one corn? We don’t have those things. How many nights she will let us stay for this.” The young man put a nagged gold on the bench.

Brenda saw his face when he moves close to the light. He is a jewel!
“Two weeks. 15 days.” Brenda sees the owner put her hand up turned round three times.

“Ok. We stay rest for a while.” The young lady decided.

After they had their dinner, both of them came to Brenda’s room. The young lady looks like from a wealth family, because her dress all has nice lacy on it. The young But both of them were very enthused as you can see from their eyes. If you want see a people’s inspiration, not from their face, not from their cloths, from their eyes.

“I am Brenda. Nice to meet you.”
“I am victory, this is Gail and he is my future husband.” Victory is a very talkative young girl.

They talked about the war. Why they are here. Victory and Gail ran from the war and from victory’s family, her parents hate her fall in love with a jewel. They are not German but after all in this time fall in love with a jewel it’s a dangerous thing. They met on a ship from England to Shanghai(south east China). Gail was a refuge, he try to make some money by do the laundry for settling in shanghai after the ship arrive. Victory saw him when she goes get her cleaned cloths. She saw him stand by the base bowl work very conscientious in the cold winds. His hands red like carrots. The way he working not like a despair man, no no no... looks like he got all the hope, all the beliefs beside him. Looks like he believes that if he works hard, the bright future waiting in front of him.

“A refuge on his escaping road with such pain deep in his heart. He refuses to give up. Where you can find a man like him? His family all died in different camps except him. When the Nazis order his family to get on the train, he was on the train from England to Poland to meet his family. But the train didn’t make it, because the war starts there too.” Victory said in tears, her hands hold Gail’s hand very tight.

Gail very quite, almost said nothing.
“How come you are here then?”Brenda asking.
“Mum Dad brought the tickets to return back to England at the port when the ship arrived. They took me back to England. Took away of me from Gail. Before the night I get on the ship, I gave Gail a map with a note, ‘meet me here tonight, we are running to north’. That night I stool my dad’s money, packed some cloths. Escaped from the hotel. I met Gail at the port. Then we are here, now.” Victory smiled.
“How long have you been traveled for this far? I couldn’t find a way to get to south, I want to go home to Australia.” Brenda asked.

“I don’t think you can go now. There is war block all the transports. Australia is in the war too. Better you go back to that grass land. “Gail said very honestly.

War, War, every where is war. Brenda tossed herself on the bed all the night. She tried to figer out what to do the next. Now she is not along any more, she is pregnant.



It is impossible to get to south china, find a ship go back to Australia. If she waits for the war finish, god knows when it will be over. Only one way could possibility work---go back to Bate, go back to the grass land.




















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