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Authors: Guy Gavriel Kay

Tags: #Fantasy, #Fiction, #Historical, #General

Under Heaven (12 page)

Or perhaps he'd really been concentrating on avoiding a too-complex world in Xinan, of court, and of men and women, dust and noise, where he hadn't been ready to decide what he was or would be.
Autumn? She'd said autumn. What had happened in the fall? He had just been told today that ...
There it was. It fit. Slid into place like the rhyme in a couplet.
"He's advising Wen Zhou," he said flatly. "He's with the first minister."
He could see her only as a form in the dark. "Yes. Your brother is his principal adviser. First Minister Wen appointed Shen Liu as a commander of one thousand in the Flying Dragon Army in Xinan."
Symbolic rank, symbolic soldiers. An honorary palace guard, sons of aristocrats or senior mandarins, or their cousins. On display, gorgeously dressed, at parades and polo matches, ceremonies and festivals, famously inept in real combat. But as a way to shorten mourning with military rank, to bring a man you wanted to the capital ...
"I'm sorry," she said again.
Tai realized he'd been silent a long time.
He shook his head. He said, "It is a great honour for our family. I am still not worth killing. Wen Zhou has power, and Spring Rain is his now. My brother has his position with him, and his rank, whatever it is. There's nothing I could do--or would do--about any of this. There is another piece here. There has to be. Do you ... did Rain know anything more?"
Carefully, she said, "Lady Lin Chang said you would ask me that. I was to tell you that she agrees, but did not know what this might be when she learned of the plot to have you killed, and sent for a Kanlin."
Lin Chang?
She wouldn't have a North District name any more. Not as a concubine in the city mansion of the first minister of the empire. You weren't called Spring Rain there. He wondered how many women there were. What her life was like.
She'd taken a tremendous risk for him. Hiring her own Kanlin: he had no idea how she'd done it. It wouldn't be difficult for them to figure out who might have sent this woman after the other if ...
"Perhaps it is best you didn't reach me in time," he said. "There's no easy way to trace you back to her now. I found and hired you on the road. The assassin was killed by Taguran soldiers."
"I thought that, as well," she said. "Although it is a mark against my name that I failed."
"You didn't fail," he said impatiently.
"I could have somehow found out, come straight here."
"And given her away? You just said that. Kanlin honour is one thing, foolishness is another."
He heard her shift her feet. "I see. And you will decide which is which? Your friend might be alive if I'd been quicker."
It was true. It was unhappily true. But then Rain's life would be at risk.
"I don't think you are meant to talk to me that way."
"My most humble apologies," she said, in a tone that belied them.
"Accepted," Tai murmured, ignoring the voice. It was suddenly enough. "I have much to think about. You may go."
She didn't move for a moment. He could almost
feel
her looking towards him.
"We will be in Chenyao in four or five days. You will be able to have a woman there. That will help, I'm sure."
The tone was too knowing for words, a Kanlin trait he remembered. Wei Song bowed--he saw that much--and went out, a creaking of the floorboards.
He heard the door shut behind her. He was still holding the bed linens to cover his nakedness. He realized that his mouth was open. He closed it.
The ghosts, he thought, a little desperately, had been simpler.

CHAPTER V

S
ome decisions, for an officer accustomed to making them, were not difficult, especially with a night to consider the situation.
The commander of Iron Gate Fort made clear to his guest from Kuala Nor that the five guards being assigned to him were not to be seen as discretionary. His premature death, should it occur, would be blamed--without any doubt--on the incompetent fortress commander who permitted him to ride east with only a single (small, female) Kanlin guard.
In the courtyard, immediately after the morning meal, the commander indicated, courteous but unsmiling, that he was not yet ready to commit an ordered suicide and destroy the prospects of his children, should a tragic event overtake Shen Tai on the road. Master Shen would be properly escorted, military staging posts would be made available to him so that he might spend his nights there on the way to the prefecture city of Chenyao, and word of the horses--as discussed--would precede him to Xinan.
It was possible that the military governor would wish to assign further soldiers as escorts when Shen Tai reached Chenyao. He was, naturally, free to make his own decision about sending the five horsemen back to Iron Gate at that time, but Commander Lin presumed to express the hope he would retain them, having come to see their loyalty and competence.
The unspoken thought was that their presence, entering into the capital, might be some reminder of the priority of Iron Gate in the matter of the horses and their eventual safe arrival, one day in the future.
It was obvious that their guest was unhappy with all of this. He showed signs of a temper.
It might have to do, Commander Lin thought, with his having been solitary for so long, but if that was it, the man was going to have to get out of that state of mind, and the quicker the better. This morning was a good time to start.
And when the Kanlin guard also made clear that she could not be held accountable for guarding Shen Tai alone, especially since the Sardian horse he himself was riding was so obvious an incitement to theft and murder, the late general's son acceded. He did so with--it had to be admitted--grace and courtesy.
He remained an odd, difficult fellow to pin down.
Lin Fong could see why the man had left the army years ago. The military preferred--invariably--those who could be readily defined, assigned roles, understood, and controlled.
This one, intense and observant, more arresting than conventionally attractive in appearance, had had a brief military service, with a cavalry posting beyond the Long Wall. And then there had been a period among the Kanlin on Stone Drum Mountain (there had to be a story to that). He had been studying for the civil service examinations in Xinan when his father died. More than a sufficiency of careers, already, for a still-young man, Lin Fong would have thought. It spoke to something erratic in him, perhaps.
Shen Tai also--and this signified--had evidently had dealings with the new first minister, not necessarily cordial. That was problematic, or it might be.
I know the man
did not offer much, but the tone in which it had been spoken did, for someone inclined to listen for nuance.
Considering all of this, Commander Lin had, sometime in the night, made his decisions.
These included offering a considerable sum from his own funds to the other man. He named it a loan--a face-saving gesture--making clear that he expected reimbursement at some point, but stressing that a man travelling with the tidings Shen Tai carried could hardly undertake such a journey, or arrive at court, without access to money.
It would be undignified, and perplexing to others. A discord would emerge between his present circumstance and the future's promise that would unsettle those he met. In challenging times it was important to avoid such imbalances.
The solution was obvious. Shen Tai needed funds for the moment and Lin Fong was honoured to be in a position to assist. What was left to discuss between civilized men? Whatever the future would bring, it would bring, the commander said.
Men made wagers with their judgment, their allegiances, their resources. Commander Lin was making one this morning. If Shen Tai died on the road or in Xinan (distinctly possible), there was still a distinguished family to approach for the return of his money.
That didn't need to be said, of course. One of the pleasures of dealing with intelligent men, Lin Fong decided, watching seven people ride out the eastern gate in early-morning sunlight, was how much did not have to be spoken.
The five soldiers represented protection for Shen Tai and for the Second District's interests. The strings of cash were Fong's own investment. It was frustrating, had been from the beginning, to be tied down in this impossibly isolated place, but when that was the case and there was nothing to be done about it, a man cast his lines like a fisherman in a stream, and waited to see if anything chanced to bite.
He had done one other thing, was quietly pleased with himself for thinking of it. Shen Tai now carried documents, and so did the couriers who had already ridden out, establishing that the commander of Iron Gate Fort had made him an officer of cavalry in the Second Military District, currently on leave to attend to personal affairs.
If he was an officer, Shen Tai's mourning period was now over. He was free to return to Xinan. This was, Commander Lin had pointed out, not trivial. If there had been people willing to kill him even before the horses, they would hardly hesitate to invoke failure to honour ancestral rites to discredit him. Or even smooth the way towards confiscating his possessions, which might include ...
You could say a great deal, Lin Fong had always believed, with properly chosen silences.
Shen Tai had hesitated. He had prominent cheekbones, those unusually deep-set eyes (a suggestion of foreign blood?), a way of pressing his lips together when in thought. Eventually, he had bowed, and expressed his thanks.
An intelligent man, no doubting it.
The commander stood in the easternmost courtyard to see them leave. The gates swung closed, were barred with the heavy wooden beam. They didn't need to do that, no one came this way, no dangers loomed, but it was the proper thing to do and Lin Fong believed in acting properly. Rituals and regulations were what kept life from spinning towards chaos.
As he walked back to deal with paperwork (there was always paperwork) he heard a soldier on the wall begin to sing, and then others joined him:
For years on guard in Iron Gate Pass
We have watched the green grass change to snow.
The wind that has come a thousand
li
Beats at the fortress battlements
...
The air felt unnervingly still all the rest of that day. Towards evening a thunderstorm finally came, surging from the south, sheets of lightning shattering the sky. A heavy, percussive rain fell, filling the cisterns and wells, making muddy lakes in the courtyards, while thunder rolled and boomed. It passed, as storms always passed.
This one continued north, boiling away as quickly as it had come. A low, late-day sun returned, shining red down the wet ravine that led to Kuala Nor. The storm explained his day-long feeling of brittle tension, Commander Lin decided. He felt better for the realization. He preferred when there were explanations for what occurred--in the sky, on earth, within the loneliness of the self.

Their path trended downwards out of the mountain foothills, to grain fields and hamlets, and eventually through a low-lying marshland south of the river. This was tiger country. They posted guards the one night they chose to camp between posting stations, heard the creatures roaring, but never saw one.
There was some tension between the soldiers and the woman, but no more than might be expected. Wei Song kept mostly to herself, riding at the front. That was part of the problem--her taking the lead--but once Tai realized that, he turned it into an order he gave her, and the men from the fort accepted it that way.
She kept her hair tightly coiled, her posture alert. Her head was always moving as she scanned the road ahead and the land to either side. She said almost nothing at night, at campfire or the inns. There were enough of them--seven, well armed--that they hadn't feared to light a fire when they camped, though there would be bandits in this countryside, too.
As they descended, riding east, the air felt heavier to Tai. He had been in the mountains for so long. One morning he caught up to the woman, rode beside her. She gave him a glance, then looked ahead again.
"Be patient," she murmured. "Chenyao tonight, or early tomorrow at the latest. The soldiers can surely tell you the best house for girls."
He saw--couldn't miss--the amusement in her face.
This did need to be dealt with. At least it felt that way to him.
"But how would it satisfy
you
," he asked earnestly, "if I slake my passion with a courtesan, leaving you to weep, unassuaged, on some marble stair?"
She did flush. It made him feel pleased, then slightly contrite, but only slightly. She had started this, in his room back at the fort. He knew who had to be behind what this one had said then, about women. Was it normal for Rain to have confided in a hired bodyguard the intimate nature of the person she'd be protecting?
He didn't think so.
"I will manage to control my longing," the woman said, looking straight ahead.
"I'm sure you will. You seem well-enough trained. We
could
have the others wait, take a short ride together past those trees ..."
She didn't flush again. "You'll do better in Chenyao," she said.
They had entered more densely populated country. Tai saw mulberry trees and a path leading south towards a silk farm--the buildings were hidden behind the trees but a banner was visible.
He had spent three weeks on one of those, years ago, obscurely curious. Or without direction, more accurately. There had been a period in his life when he was like that. After his time in the north, beyond the Long Wall. Some things had happened to him there.
He remembered the sound in the room where the silkworms were kept on stacked trays and fed, day and night, hour by hour, on white mulberry leaves: a noise like rain on a roof, endlessly.
While that happened, in that time of needful, important perfection, the temperature was controlled, all smells were prevented from entering the room, all drafts of wind. Even lovemaking in chambers nearby was done without sound, lest the silkworms be frightened or disturbed.
He wondered if this Kanlin woman knew this. He wondered why he cared.
Shortly after that, a fox appeared at the edge of the trees, alongside the road to their right.
Wei Song stopped, throwing up a quick hand. She turned in the saddle, eyed the animal. One of the men laughed, but another made a gesture averting danger.
Tai looked at the woman.
"Surely not!" he exclaimed. "You think it a
daiji
?"
"Hush! It is beyond foolish to name them," she said. "And which of us do you think a fox-woman would be here for?"
"I don't think she'd be here at all," Tai said. "I don't think every animal seen by the woods is a spirit-world creature."
"Not every animal," she said.
"What next, the Fifth Dragon appears in a red sky and the Ninth Heaven falls?"
"No," she said, looking away.
It was unexpected, that this crisp, composed Kanlin Warrior would so obviously believe in fox-woman legends. She was still watching the fox, a stab of colour by the woods. It was looking back at them, Tai saw, but that was normal. Riders were a possible threat, needed to be observed.
"You should not be so careless, speaking of spirits, naming their names," Wei Song said softly, so that only Tai heard. "We cannot understand everything about the world."
And that last phrase took him hard, sent him spinning back a long way.
The fox withdrew into the woods. They rode on.

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