Chan Ma laughed. "Ha! Stupid pests!"
However, while some of the widows were fighting, others had freed Lotus. All of them had escaped the
dungeon while Chan Ma was hiding in the smoke of the cannon. When he tried to move, his feet wouldn't budge.
He looked down and saw that his feet and his hands were tied to a piece of board.
"
Help! I'm going to die!" Chan Ma cried to the empty room.
"
No you won't," said a familiar voice. It was Hu!
"
I thought you were killed, my good friend," Chan Ma said happily. "You can free me!"
"
I can't free you," Hu began. "I promised the widows I wouldn’t free you. They had us trapped, but none of
the officers and guards died. We just had to stay quiet. Chun Ma, my friend, we all think the widows are doing a
good job building the Tower. Perhaps you should agree." He left Chun Ma alone.
Outside, the widows were deciding on their next step. "Let’s hike the Great Wall," Lotus decided finally.
"
We should let Chan Ma reflect and we should finish building the memorial tower for our husbands and our
country."
And that was how the Widow Tower of the Great Wall was built.
THE END
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