They wanted to carry her, but she jumped to the stones of the plaza and 
strode away from the building, toward her ranks, which parted to make way for 
her. The streets of Pudong were filled with hungry and terrified refugees, and 
through them, in simple peasant clothes streaked with the
blood of herself and of others, broken shackles dangling from her wrists, 
followed by her generals and ministers, walked the barbarian Princess with her 
book and her sword.