Dé’zǐ peered into his pupil’s face. “Oh? Do you care nothing for whether the girl lives or dies? You risked a great deal, bringing her here.” Sometimes his master truly tested him. “Forgiveness, shī’fù,” Zen said stiffly. “Of course, I wish her well. I merely meant she was not a priority, in the grand scheme of things.” “Hmm. We may all very well be surprised,” Dé’zǐ said, and turned to face Zen properly.
