He put them together and frowned. “They’re the same.”
He picked one up, stared at the portrait on it and murmured: “Who is this?”
Needless to say, no one answered.
He turned the lantern over and looked at the written words on the other side. Staring at the flowery script like that of the Hu, he stood up and yelled: “Shoot all the sky lanterns down!”
“Aye.”
“Ask around to see where these had flown in from.”
“Aye!”
“Ask Sir Yu to come here. He is familiar with the Hu scripts. I’m sure he’ll know what this says.”