'No more expensive gifts,' said Bette. She looked at him, and suddenly her eyes filled with tears.

'Is everything all right?' he asked softly.

'Yes. It's just that before you came in, I'd been sitting here and thinking ... about the camp. I think that I would like to go back to Sarawak and see what has happened to the POW camp.'

'Settle a few ghosts, perhaps?' said Tony.

Bette nodded. 'Sort of. I can't explain why, I just feel drawn to it.'

'Then we must go. I will make arrangements,' he said firmly. 'We shall make it our wedding anniversary trip.'

Bette wasn't sure exactly why she wanted to return to Sarawak. Part of her wanted to revisit the place where the prison camp had been just outside Kuching. But as they flew over the dense jungle canopy and she saw the broad, brown, snaking sweep of the Sarawak River, its protective mangrove wetlands stretching inland, and the pretty township of Kuching strung out along its banks, she felt a great sense of delight.

'Thank you, darling. This is very special,' she whispered to Tony.

They settled into the comfortable Aurora Hotel and walked into the centre of Kuching along the riverfront, exploring the township on the way. Bette spotted the Sarawak museum and told Tony that she would like to spend time visiting it. Tony agreed, as he wanted to see someone recommended to him by a business a.s.sociate in Penang.

When they met later that afternoon by the river, Bette's eyes were alight. 'I met the curator at the museum, Tom Harrisson. An extraordinary fellow! And very interesting. I told him I was going to visit the old camp and we got talking about the war. He recognised my Australian accent and told me that he had been parachuted onto a hidden plateau in Borneo with seven Australian special operatives from Z force,' said Bette. 'He said that not only did they provide intelligence reports, but they managed to recruit a thousand blowpiping headhunters who killed or captured about one and a half thousand j.a.panese soldiers.'

'That does sound interesting,' said Tony. 'I've heard of this fellow. He's regarded as being a bit eccentric and very colourful.'

'He's lived here since the war and says he's made some amazing archeological discoveries in the Niah caves. He's found fossils and skulls which he says date back more than forty thousand years. I would so love to go there and see them. He says the caves are huge.'

'You would? I'll look into it if you like. What about visiting the camp? Is tomorrow morning all right with you?'

Bette nodded, her bubbling enthusiasm about the museum curator subsiding at the thought of revisiting the internment camp.

It wasn't as she remembered, for which she was glad. It was now a peaceful place. Green fields surrounded the original barracks, which were now part of a teacher training college. Gra.s.s had replaced dust. There were neat signs, a monument, a flagpole, and some of the occupied buildings were cleaned up and open to the public. There was no sign of the barbed-wire fences or the watchtowers. But the faces of the women and children Bette had seen every day, came clearly to her mind.

She walked alone towards the buildings she remembered as being her world, her home and her prison for nearly four years. When she walked back to Tony, who stood smoking a cigarette in the shade of a tree, she was smiling.

'Are you all right?' He embraced her and she clung to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

'Yes. At last I really am all right.' She looked up into his face. 'You are my life now, Tony. Everything that happened before I married you, means very little to me any more.'

He kissed her softly. 'Then we shall make every day ours.'

Back in Kuching, Tony took Bette's idle remark about visiting the Niah caves quite seriously. But when he talked to the museum curator, Tom Harrisson told him that the caves were quite isolated and difficult to reach, and the area was off limits because it was a dig site. Nevertheless, Tom invited them both to come to his house in Pig Lane for a drink and to discuss the possibility of visiting other parts of Sarawak.

Bette was fascinated by the cluttered, ramshackle home that Tom shared with his anthropologist wife Barbara, who was currently making a doc.u.mentary about their work at Niah. The house was like a museum. Walls and surfaces were smothered in the artifacts that Tom had collected over the years he'd been in South East Asia. native woven baskets and hats, ornamental knives, krises, blowpipes and mats were hung everywhere, while the walls were decorated with magnificent, boldly coloured murals. Tom explained that the paintings and carvings in the house had been done by various orang ulu upriver natives. Bette was intrigued by his collection of pottery pieces and shards of Chinese and Siamese porcelain, which were very much older than the perfect porcelain on display in Rose Mansion.

'This is amazing,' said Bette. 'These artifacts are such a contrast to the things that we have in Penang. Just look at those paintings. Fantastic.'

Seeing her enthusiasm and interest, Tom suggested that since they couldn't go to the caves, they might like to visit a longhouse, where he had Iban friends.

'Leonard is one of the a.s.sistants working at the museum and he's Iban. I'm sure he'd help you, if you'd like to go,' said Tom.

Tom also introduced Bette and Tony to his 'children', and Bette was fascinated. Kept in cages out the back of the house and roaming around inside, demanding constant attention, were several baby orangutans. Tom explained that they had been rescued from illegal traders trying to smuggle them out of the country. Barbara was rearing them and trying to prepare them to be released back into the wild.

'Can they look after themselves if they've been hand reared?' asked Bette, as a small orange-furred creature took hold of her hand and swung into her arms, its saucer-shaped eyes studying her face closely, before it rested its head on her shoulder.

'We've created a small, sheltered camp where the orangutans live in cages for a month. After that we leave the cage doors open so that they can come and go as they like. Hopefully, when they get used to their surroundings, they will mate and live with the wild orangutans,' said Tom.

'They are amazing. Aren't they lovable creatures, Tony?' said Bette.

'Yes, at this age, but an adult male might be a different matter,' said Tony.

Tom was a boisterous, boastful, heavy-drinking, entertaining, knowledgeable raconteur. Bette was not surprised when he was able to arrange for them to go upriver with Leonard to visit the orangutan camp.

Tony was not comfortable roughing it and he was amused at how well Bette took to travelling in the canoe with its clunky outboard motor driven by Leonard at a high incautious speed. They drew up at a small landing on the edge of the jungle. From here they walked through the swampy river fringe into the jungle to Camp Salang. The small clearing contained tents, a hut, cages and a feeding platform for the orangutans. Two Iban women brought fruit each day for the apes. A young German woman was on field duty, making notes, taking photographs and keeping a record of the comings and goings of the primates.

'This is pioneering work,' Leonard told Tony and Bette. 'But it is also sad for me, because I believe that one day these orangutans will have nowhere to live.'

'But look how much jungle there is!' exclaimed Bette.

'It's being eaten up every day,' said Leonard. 'The timber industry and land clearing are destroying it.'

Bette looked at him. 'Surely the government will protect the forests?'

'The government and businesspeople see more dollars in wood than in orangutans,' said Leonard.

'It's true,' said Tony. 'There is very big money to be made from tropical rainforest woods like ramin, and I don't believe there are enough restrictions and regulations in place, yet. You know the meeting I had in Kuching the other day? It was with a man who wanted me to go into the timber industry with him.'

'But you're not, are you?' said Bette.

'No. I told him that I preferred to pursue other opportunities,' said Tony.

'I'm glad. I'd hate to think we were party to hurting these wonderful animals,' said Bette.

Once Bette and Tony became familiar with the area, they were left to their own devices. They liked to walk quietly through the jungle staring into the trees, waiting to spot the orangutans, eating, playing and courting. Bette spent hours quietly waiting and watching, occasionally making quick sketches in her notebook.

Tony watched her and smiled. 'I'm so pleased that we made this trip and you have laid to rest the ghosts of the war. All I want is your happiness. Will you be okay on your own for a while? I want to go to the village and talk to the headman.'

'Of course. I'm sorry if you're bored. I could stay here for hours. We'll have to come back for a longer visit. Leonard says we can go to his village upriver and stay in their longhouse.'

'Would you like that?' asked Tony. 'I could never have imagined that you would be so swept up by this very different culture. I know that you enjoy studying Chinese and Peranakan history and culture because that's my family background, but your thirst for knowledge seems prodigious. You want to explore all around you and I love you for that.'

'Thank you, darling. I'll meet you back at the boat in, say, an hour or so?' She glanced at her watch. I'll meet you back at the boat in, say, an hour or so?' She glanced at her watch.

'Fine. Leonard will take me to the headman and come back for you.'

But later, as Tony talked with the village chief at the river landing, Bette came hurrying towards them looking distraught. She pulled Tony aside and quietly told him what she'd seen. As soon as Tony had finished speaking with the headman, he found Leonard and said, 'My wife says there are two men with guns trying to shoot the apes.'

'Poachers. The orangutan camp is a target for them because the apes are tame. Quickly, can you show us where you saw them?' asked Leonard. Bette pointed to the direction where she had seen the men, and Leonard set off at a fast jog, with Tony and Bette following him.

The subsequent events were defining moments for Bette. Her heart ached, and she tightly held Tony's hand as the boat sped back down the river towards Kuching. The death of the mother orangutan and the disappearance of its infant had shocked and saddened her, and she vowed that somehow, one day, she would try to teach people the value and uniqueness of these gentle creatures.

When Bette and Tony told Tom about the poachers, he was furious.

'Things are changing so rapidly around here, it's difficult to exercise control over poaching and illegal logging,' he said.

'I expect that things will be better if Sarawak becomes one of the Federated States of Malaya,' said Tony.

'I don't know,' replied Tom. 'I know that the communist Emergency has ended on the Malay peninsula, but they are still causing trouble for us on the Indonesian border.'

'On the peninsula, independence has changed things, and I think for the better. Malayanisation is taking place rapidly as the British move out and their places are being taken by the locals,' said Tony.

'I don't think everyone is happy about it. Three years ago my Chinese friends were upset at the British going and leaving a Malayan government in their place. I kept out of the way when the flag came down,' commented Tom.

'We went to the padang, the open s.p.a.ce on the Penang waterfront on the eve of independence and there were thousands of people of all races celebrating,' said Bette. 'I was amazed. It was quite moving and very respectful.'

'Yes,' said Tony. 'My hope is that the different races will work well together. The ruling Alliance Party is made up of Malays, Chinese and Indians, and they want to spread the wealth and responsibility among everyone.'

'Well,' said Tom, 'when things change here, I think I'll try to stay out in the jungle and at the caves as much as possible,' he grinned.

Tony nodded. Later he told Bette that he didn't imagine there'd be a lot of opportunities for the hard-drinking, bossy, sometimes arrogant Englishmen for much longer. To Tom he said, 'The British have left behind a lot of goodwill, and I think that the transition has been quite well organised.'

Bette glanced at her husband, knowing that already his company had taken advantage of Malayanisation to buy into big, former British industries and trading houses, and especially the tin mines. The house of Tsang seemed to be doing well under independence.

When they thanked Tom for his hospitality, he said, 'Come back any time. I'm not going anywhere.'

Several years later, Tony's optimism about the future direction of Malaya changed. For Bette, Tony was his usual loving self, but he spent long hours at work and often people came to see him at the house, where he closeted himself in his study with them. Bette noticed that frequently the cars that came belonged to high-ranking government officials and even to the sultans. Finally she asked Tony about what was going on.

'It's to do with this Malayanisation,' he said. 'The government is insisting that Malays have preferential treatment. This policy has created power struggles between the Malays and the Chinese, and, to a lesser extent, the Indians. Now that Singapore has chosen to become independent from Malaya, many Chinese businessmen have decided to move there, but I have decided to stay here in Penang and adjust. I have promoted Malays onto my board.'

'What do you think will happen?' asked Bette.

Tony sighed and kissed her cheek. 'We have to hope commonsense will prevail, and all this ethnic rivalry will eventually stop and everyone will work in the best interests of the country. Unfortunately, a lot of these problems are to do with the control of the rich natural resources of this part of the world. It always comes down to power and money and who can manipulate others for their own ends.' He rose and drew her to her feet. 'The children are all away, we have no appointments. Let's take an afternoon rest before we go out to dinner.'

May 1969 Bette's life continued to be busy and happy. Even though the two eldest children, James and Eunice, were married, she was still involved in their lives as well of those of Connie and Toby, the younger ones. Bette cherished the closeness they now all shared. Madam Chang was ageing, but not gracefully. She still played mah jong each week, and she insisted on running the household in the same disciplined manner she always had. She went to the market each day to haggle for fresh produce, taking the young kitchen maid with her to carry her basket. Although she took to sleeping each afternoon, first she did a tour of inspection of the house and woe betide any servant if she found dust in a corner or a dead leaf on the ornamental trees. When Bette quietly tried to manage things behind her back, giving discreet instructions to the staff, Madam Chang chose to ignore it all.

The joy Bette found in sharing every day with Tony never diminished. She often thought that their love was like a beautiful gem that sparkled on the outside while glowing with inner fire. Tony's tenderness and humour, his integrity and kindness, his pa.s.sion and devotion often left her breathless with wonderment that her life had turned out this way. Australia, and her family, seemed to belong to childhood experiences that had happened and pa.s.sed while she was waiting to begin her life. She was saddened but not particularly surprised when Margaret notified her of Winifred's death with a telegram that arrived after her mother's funeral had taken place. For Bette her life and family were here around her in Penang.

'Are you ready?' Bette asked as Tony walked into the airy downstairs pa.s.sage that ran between the two wings of the house. Bette sat in a carved seat on silk cushions watching the sunbeams sparkle on the water of the old lion fountain.

Tony stopped in the shadow of the spiral staircase that led down from his study and looked at his beloved wife. She was dressed in the loose silk pants she favoured topped with an embroidered lace-edged tunic. She now wore her hair swept up on her head for coolness and had taken to securing it with one of his mother's collection of jewelled hair combs. A book lay on her lap. He looked at her face, he knew every inch of it, and caught his breath at the rush of love he felt for her. 'I am,' he said. 'I'm sorry I have to be away for this weekend's elections. Are you sure you won't come up to KL with me? There's bound to be all manner of celebrations after the election on Sat.u.r.day.'

'So the Democratic Action Party is feeling very confident then?'

'I believe so. I had hoped that the Alliance Party would deliver what is best for everyone, but it hasn't worked out that way, as far as I'm concerned. The const.i.tution is set up to favour the Malays, and while there's no denying they are way behind the Indian and Chinese communities economically, I think that they have too much political power and there is now an undercurrent of racial intolerance towards us.'

'I know, and you think that they should share their political power more,' said Bette.

'Well, we Chinese are the main source of the country's wealth,' said Tony. 'I believe that our Democratic Action Party might just give the ruling Alliance a fright. We shall see. But it's a pity we'll be apart.'

'Madam Chang is tired and I promised Eunice that I'd look after little Carla while she went to a tea party.'

Tony kissed her. 'You're wonderful. Enjoy our grandchildren. I'll be back on Tuesday.'

'That's the thirteenth it's an unlucky number. Come back on the twelfth.'

Tony chuckled. 'You've been listening to too many of Madam Chang's superst.i.tions.'

'I hope it all goes well. I love you, Tony.'

He kissed her fiercely. 'I'll get through my business and be back to you as quickly as I can. Just a few days.'

The calmness at Rose Mansion was disrupted when some of Tony's friends called by to see Tony, elated at the result of the general election.

'Tony's in KL on business. He'll be back as soon as he can,' Bette told them.

'We've heard how well the Chinese vote has gone in Selangor! The state could be run by the Chinese!' they told Bette.

But Bette's elation at the election results were quickly replaced by apprehension when Tony's elder son, James, told her that violence had broken out in Kuala Lumpur.

'What has happened, James?' asked Bette.

'It seems that some Indians and Chinese started celebrating the election results on Sunday afternoon by parading through the streets in a Malay area. They carried brooms, apparently, to symbolise the sweeping out of the Malays.'

'That was a silly thing to do,' said Bette.

'And dangerous. I have heard that the Malays began attacking both the Chinese and the Indians. Apparently this violence is spreading around the city.'

Bette was immediately alarmed. 'Do you know where Tony is? I hope he is safe in his hotel.'

'I'm trying to find out. I've been talking to friends in KL and they have told me that there are rumours going around that this violence wasn't spontaneous. Some young Malays, many from out of town, are armed with knives, spears and parangs, and they are out looking for Chinese, to teach them a lesson, they say. And what's more, there are plans to hold a political procession. Talk about provocative! And even though the police have vetoed such a foolhardy plan, the chief minister has said that he will give the okay for it to go ahead. I'm sure Father will lie low in his hotel until this all blows over and sanity prevails.'

Bette paced through Rose Mansion, waiting to hear news of Tony.

What she did hear caused her much disquiet. The political procession had turned into a riot. Cars and buildings were being burned and the Malay police were firing indiscriminately into Chinese shophouses. The Chinese were being attacked all over the city, although, as she found out later, many were hidden by their friends. Their homes were being ransacked and burned and many were brutally murdered. The city had descended into chaos.

Wednesday morning, the fourteenth, came and Bette lay in her canopied bed feeling as though her legs and body were made of lead. She heard the jangle of the bell at the gate and willed herself out of the bed. Calmly, she smoothed her hair, wrapped her silk flowered robe around herself, put her feet in her beaded slippers and began to walk downstairs slowly. One step after another. She could hear, as if from far away, hurrying servants, voices calling and a motor vehicle in the driveway.

It was Madam Chang's long shrill shriek, 'Aaaeeeie,' that jolted Bette and she broke into a run to the front foyer. She saw a police inspector standing at the door talking to James. His face told her what she already knew in her heart.

According to the police inspector, Tony had been shot by a pa.s.sing band of youths as he was getting into his car to drive back home to her. The police officer told her that the army had now moved into Kuala Lumpur, and a state of emergency and a curfew would soon be declared. But it would all come too late for Tony. Bette listened, eyes closed, her face white, hands clenched.

'Where is my husband?'

'At the hospital, Mrs Tsang.'

'Please arrange to bring him home.' She cast an anguished look at James, who nodded. He would be the one to bring his father home because he was now the eldest male in the family.

There was silence in the bright room as Bette finished speaking. Julie and Caroline glanced at each other hoping the other would speak first.