Guangdong province in South China will allow overseas travelers
from 53 nations and regions to enjoy a 144-hour visa-free visi
t starting in May, with an aim to further promote the province’s tourism industry.
Lin Weixiong, deputy director general of the Guangdong Departme
nt of Public Security, said foreign passengers can visit a
ll of Guangdong’s 21 prefecture-level cities when they have entered the province.
“In addition to the international airports, foreigners can enter an
d leave Guangdong through the four railways, the eight land and 15 water ports in the pr
ovince,” Lin said at a press conference in the Guangdong provincial capital of Guangzhou on Tuesday.
Ravi?”Ravi nodded vigorously.
“Piscine?”I nodded even more vigorously.
He kept his eyes on me.
I nodded so hard I’m surprised my neck didn’t snap andmy head fall to the floor.
I would like to say in my own defence that though I mayhave anthropomorphized the animals till they spoke fluentEnglish, the pheasants complaining in uppity British accents oftheir tea being cold and the baboons planning their bankrobbery getaway in
the flat, menacing tones of Americangangsters, the fancy was always conscious. I quite deliberatelydressed wild animals in tame costumes of my imagination. But Inever deluded myself as to the real nature of my playmates.
My poking nose had more sense than that. I don’t knowwhere Father got the idea that his youngest son was itching tostep into a cage with a ferocious carnivore. But
wherever thestrange worry came from – and Father was a worrier – hewas clearly determined to rid himself of it that very morning.
“I found a good book about archery.” Sam frowned. “Doing it is harder than reading about it, though. I get blisters.”
“Keep at it. We may need your bow on the Wall if the Others turn up some dark night.”
“Oh, I hope not.”
More guards stood outside the king’s solar. “No arms are allowed in His Grace’s presence, my lord,” their serjeant said. “I’ll need that sword. Your knives as well.” It would do no good to protest, Jon knew. He handed them his weaponry.
Within the solar the air was warm. Lady Melisandre was seated near the fire, her ruby glimmering against the pale skin of her throat. Ygritte had been kissed by fire; the red
priestess was fire, and her hair was blood and flame. Stannis stood behind the rough-hewn table where the Old Bear had once been wont to sit and take his meals. Covering the table was a large map of the north, painted on a ragged piece of hide.
A tallow candle
weighed down one
end of it, a steel g
auntlet the other.