Mingmei Yip
SONG OF THE SILK ROAD
To Geoffrey: Our life together, like the river, flows on endlessly day and night.
Even though the sky had no trace of me,
I knew Id flown through it.
Tagore, Indian poet (18611941)
In time past, I was a beautiful woman.
Whenever I smiled, I knew I would,
like a flower in Spring,
capture any mans soul.
Echo, Chinese writer (19431991)
Writing this novel, I owe my first expression of utmost gratitude to my husband, Geoffrey Redmond, an endocrinologist and scholar of ancient China whose most recent books are Its Your Hormones and Science and Asian Spiritual Traditions. Geoffreys love and support are like an oasis in the desertnurturing and protective amidst the infinite mystery of life. I feel a perfect balance of yin and yang in my life because of him.
Next I must thank my agent, Susan Crawford, and the team at Kensington Books: my editor, Audrey LaFehr, and also Karen Auerbach, Maureen Cuddy, and Martin Biro.
Like the pulling of silk in tai chi, the way of the writer, weaving and polishing, is never endingand there are so many to thank along the way:
Teryle Ciaccia, my good friend and fellow tai chi instructor, whose elegant posture of pulling silk has charmed and kept me inspired for all the years that Ive known her.
Eugenia Oi Yan Yau and her husband, Jose Santos, who are always there to offer a helping hand.
Lewis Frumkes, who graciously invited me to many literary events where I had the chance to meet some of the great writers of our times.
My fellow Kensington author Kate Douglas, who generously took time from writing her best-selling novels to advise me on the practical challenges of writing.
Sharon Cousins, for advocating solar cooking and telling me she loves my writing.
Hannelore Hahn and Elizabeth Julia Stoumen, of The International Womens Writing Guild, for their long support of women writers.
Again, last but not least, my parents, who let my imagination run wild and always believed in my dreams.
1
The Million-Dollar Journey
A Chinese saying goes: In good fortune is always some misfortune, and in misfortune, always some good fortune.
Maybe theyre right. After losing both my parents at twenty-eight, I was abandonedpennilessinto this treacherous Ten Thousand Miles of Red Dust.
Or so I had thought.
Then a year later I received a letter from a law firm in Manhattan, Mills and Mann, informing me that I was to be given a sum of money. In fact, a very large sum of money.
Three Million Dollars.
But from whom? And why? Since I had to max out my credit cards just to lay my parents in thin coffins and watch themwith my hard-earned moneyturn into ashes.
Wow. I had to use all my willpower to stifle my about-to-shoot-out, uncontrollable, deliriously happy laughter to be able to continue to read.
My benefactress was someone by the name of Mindy Madison, supposedly my aunt from my mothers side. Neither of my parents had ever mentioned any aunt in this worldor the next one.
So where could this Mindy Madison have come from?
Besides, Madison was not my mothers last name, which was Cai, or mine, which was Lin.
Then a light went on in my head. Wasnt this too good to be true? Fishy? Like a clichd plot in a cheap novel?
Without further thought, but much reluctance, I stuffed the letter under my novel-in-progress manuscript on the desk and tried to push the whole thing out of my mind.
But, as the Chinese also say: When wealth comes, its force will push you against the wall.
Two days later, after I arrived home from waitressing at Shun Lee Palacean overpriced Chinese restaurant in midtown Manhattanthe blinking red light in my dark apartment caught my attention. I pressed the phones button and the room was immediately filled with a pleasant male voice: Hello, Im David Mann from Mills and Mann Associates. This is for Miss Lily Lin concerning a large sum of money from her aunt, Mindy Madison. Please contact us as soon as possible so we can process this matter promptly. We look forward to meeting with Miss Lin. Thanks.
The next day, restless with nervous energy, I was sitting across from two impeccably dressed attorneys in a posh law firm located in one of the most expensive districts in Manhattan, listening to a most amazing, stranger-than-fantasy-fiction speech.
Yes, the whole thing is real, Miss Lin. Youre not dreaming, but about to be granted three million dollars. David Mann, a thirtyish lanky man with blond hair, assured me with his slick lawyers voice. In this office filled with rows of bricklike books and angular, deep brown furniture, his gleaming eyes were the only two bright spots.
But there is more. Dont think its just going to drop into your hands, admonished his partner, the fiftyish, Margaret Thatcher look-alike Margaret Mills. Your auntapparently shes quite an adventurerspecified that you have to take on a long journey in China, along the Silk Road. This is very specificyou must retrace the same routes that she took, do the same things that she did. Until you complete this, the three million dollars will be waiting for you in the bank. She paused to frown at some document lying like a corpse on the desk. Then she added, in a tone of disapproval, However, you do get fifty thousand dollars in advance for the preparation of your trip.
Still in shock, I asked numbly, How long is the trip?
Manns voice piped up from the honey jar. It specifies in the document that it will take somewhere from to six to eight months.
I did a quick calculation in my head: Would the fifty thousand dollars last six or eight months in China? Of course. Most Chinese couldnt even make this in their whole life!
I watched as the two yinyang creaturesone heavy and stuffy, the other slim and slickwent on to explain details: The Mills and Mann firm was only acting as intermediary; the matter was being taken care of by another law firm in Beijing. Therefore, if I agreed to go ahead with this improbable business, I also needed to meet with a Mr. Lo in Beijing. More details followed but did not make much sense to me. Finally, when their long-winded harangue, delivered in a lawyerly monotone, was finished, I sat dumbfounded.
David Mann flashed a row of neat, whitened teeth, his blue eyes sparkling like two sapphires. So, Miss Lin, are you willing to accept your aunts terms and take on this journey of a thousand miles?
Should I accept such an offer? For a moment, I had no answer. But, putting aside the bizarre stipulations from a total stranger, supposedly my aunt, could anyone resist a seven-figure fortune? Certainly not a yet-to-be published writer and on-the-side waitress. So I put on a smile especially aimed at the impossible windfall.
I would certainly take the fifty thousand up front and then maybe I could even cheat my way out later, who knows?
My mind was racing; I had no idea what I would be getting myself into. But I also did not want to take any chances on this dropped-from-the-sky bonanza. So I nodded emphatically. Absolutely. I have always wanted to be an adventurer, and I certainly have no intention of turning down this three-million-dollar fortune.
Margaret Mills immediately pushed the document across the desk for me to sign. With my slightly trembling hand, I scribbled on the death-pale paper my name, Lily, which means Beautiful in Chinese, also a homonym with Fortune, then my family name, Lin, which means Forest or Abundance.
Mills took the document back, and the duo reached out to vigorously shake my hand. Congratulations, Miss Lin!