'You've met hundreds of guys like that! You never married them!'
'They weren't in the position he's in.'
'Hold on. So, ultimately, you're only marrying him because he's a prince and he's going to be the King.'
'Umm. Yes.'
'Jesus H. Christ. That's not only, like, not romantic, that's just, like, breathtakingly business-like and self-centred. Fucking hell, I'd be having severe qualms about doing something like this, and I'm a self-centred, monomaniacal bitch.'
'No, that's not why I'm doing it. I'm doing it because he's in a position of real power in a place I hardly know but I'm already half in love with. And he is a good man. But there's going to be so much change there. Not as much as some people were expecting, but a hell of a lot, and I don't know that Suvinder can handle it all by himself. I don't think he thinks he can, either. And I'd worry about who'd be advising him. Don't you see, Luce? For the first time in my life I can really do some good. Or fail in the attempt.'
'What you're saying is their country needs you.'
'I suppose I am. Sounds a bit presumptuous, put like that, but yes.'
'You're the fucking Peace Corps.'
'I'm the fucking Marines, Luce.'
'Yeah, but seriously, can I be a bridesmaid?'
Pip and James — I'd learned the flight crew's names this time — whisked me over the hills and far away, from Kathmandu to Thulahn. Bumpy but clear. Shared the plane with some monks and a lot of freight. Monks very friendly; learned a lot more Thulahnese words. They giggled and looked away when I changed into my Thulahnese clothes. I made sure my little artificial flower was secure and looking spruce.
Thuhn was sparkling under a fresh coat of snow. Langtuhn Hemblu met me at the airfield with the ancient Roller after the usual dive-bomber landing. There were a few very tiny pointy-hatted children with parents there, but the rest were at school. No Suvinder: he had to be at some important dedication ceremony down-valley.
'I take you there?' Langtuhn asked, smiling.
'Why not?'
We set off down the valley in the crystalline depths of a perfectly clear, blue day suspended beneath the sky-high peaks. Langtuhn and I had to walk the last bit up to the colourful crowd gathered round a giant newly refurbished prayer windmill the size of a house. There were lots of flags, lots of people, lots of banners and bunting and braziers and fuming censers, all fluttering or guttering in the cool, thin breeze. The crowd of smiling, quilted people parted for Langtuhn and me as we made our way up to the ceremonial platform where three walls of saffron-robed monks looked on and Suvinder, dressed in his own flower-garlanded robes, stepped down from a throne on a dais and held out his hands.
'Kathryn. Welcome back.'
'Thank you,' I said, bowing. I went up to him, took his offered hands, and kissed him on both cheeks. His hands were dry and. warm. He smelled of incense. I whispered, 'If the offer still stands, Suvinder, I accept. The answer is yes.'
I pulled away. He looked confused for a moment. Then his mouth fell slackly open, before forming itself into a huge smile. His eyes glistened. Flags and banners snapped around us. A hundred faces looked on. Beyond, the prayer windmill, still bound by ropes and cables, creaked and strained in the wind, waiting to be free. Suvinder nodded, seemingly unable to speak, and with my hand in his, led me to the dais at the rear of the platform.
They found another chair for me, so that I could sit at the Prince's side for the rest of the ceremony.
It was traditional for each guest to offer something to the fire in one of the braziers. When my turn came, I pulled a couple of shiny discs from my pocket and threw both of them into the flames.
END