White Tiger (14 page)

Star spooked and rabbit-jumped sideways for a while, then settled back to a walk. Fortunately Simone’s pony and mine were placid and didn’t join in.

‘Are they all like that?’ I said.

‘Sometimes.’ Mr Chen sighed. ‘They’re moving in.’ ‘Not much you can do about it, is there?’ He shook his head.

We approached the pond. Simone pushed her pony to a trot and rode him straight through the middle of it. The water only came up to her pony’s knees.

‘It’s worth putting up with that, to see this,’ he said as Simone raced back through the pond, laughing.

Simone and I were sitting in the living room reading a book together after dinner when the doorbell rang. I didn’t move from the couch; Simone was in my lap.

Monica didn’t come out of the kitchen to answer the door. Nobody appeared.

The doorbell rang again. I was about to shift Simone from my lap when Leo came charging down the hall, grumbling.

A chorus of thumps nearly knocked the door off its hinges just as Leo reached it and threw it open.

‘Let me the fuck in!’ a gruff male voice shouted from the other side of the metal gate. ‘Fucking new seals,’ the voice continued more softly.

Leo opened the gate to let the visitor in. ‘Simone’s right here and can hear you.’

‘Whoops.’ The man entered and grinned at us from the entry hall as he kicked off his shoes. He looked in his mid-thirties, but had a shock of snow-white hair with matching enormous sideburns framing his goldskinned face. He was Chinese, wearing old-fashioned pants and a white jacket trimmed with gold, but his eyes were unusual: tawny and glowing. He was tall, muscular and incredibly graceful, moving with controlled elegant power.

I knew exactly what to do if someone like this turned up. I just ignored them and did my job, and they ignored me. Sometimes I felt like an item of furniture, but it meant that I didn’t have to worry about complex Chinese social hierarchies.

Leo shook his head, closed the front door and went back down the hallway.

Simone threw herself out of my lap and ran to the visitor with her arms up. ‘Uncle Bai!’

He hoisted her up until she nearly touched the ceiling and she shrieked with delight. He held her in front of him and tickled her face with his sideburns.

‘Give me a ride!’

‘Not in front of everybody,’ he said meaningfully.

‘Give me a
ride
!’ Simone demanded. ‘Don’t worry about Emma, she won’t be scared.’

‘Emma, eh?’ ‘Uncle Bai’ grinned evilly at me from the entry. ‘And what does Emma do?’

‘Emma looks after me,’ Simone said.

‘Oh, does she.’ His voice went softer and deeper as he looked me right in the eye. ‘And who looks after Emma? I wonder if she’s being looked after properly? I know
I’d
like to look after her.’ He was still gazing into my eyes and his voice became husky. ‘I could look after you very well.’

I could feel myself blushing.

Simone pulled at his sideburns. ‘Give me a
ride
!’

Mr Chen strode down the hallway and stopped in front of them. ‘Leave Uncle Bai alone, Simone.’

The visitor gently lowered Simone, then fell to one knee and saluted Mr Chen. ‘Xuan Tian Shang Di.’

Mr Chen nodded back. ‘Bai Hu.’

‘Tell Uncle Bai to give me a
ride,
Daddy!’ Simone demanded.

Mr Chen glared down at her. ‘Chen See Mun! Who do you order?’

Simone’s eyes went wide. She bowed to Bai Hu, then bowed to her father. ‘Please forgive this small person.’

‘You are forgiven. Go to Emma.’ Mr Chen gestured for Bai Hu to follow him.

‘I’ll give you a ride later. Promise.’ Bai Hu shot me a wicked grin and winked, then followed Mr Chen into the dining room.

Simone climbed back into my lap and we returned to the book.

The doorbell rang again.

‘Monica’s not here,’ Simone said.

Leo came back down the hall, grumbling loudly. He opened the door and the gate.

A striking Chinese woman with long scarlet hair came in. Her traditional flowing red robe was shot with brilliant colours that shimmered as she moved. She stopped and watched us from the entry hall.

Simone climbed out of my lap and bowed politely. ‘Madam Zhu Que.’

‘Hello, Simone,’ Zhu Que said.

Leo opened the dining room door and she went in. He closed the front door and went down the hall, still grumbling.

‘You have some unusual visitors today,’ I said to Simone.

‘Do I? Who?’

The doorbell rang again and Leo shouted something angrily unintelligible from the training room. He stormed down the hall and threw the front door open.

It was another man. He towered over Leo; he must have been seven feet tall, slim and elegant as a dancer. His silk robe was brilliant turquoise with a pattern of reptilian scales shot in silver. His long turquoise hair floated behind him. He came in and watched us from the doorway, his long serene face expressionless. He scared me to death; his turquoise eyes were ice-cold and merciless.

Simone clambered out of my lap and bowed politely. ‘Lord Qing Long.’

Qing Long went into the dining room without saying a word.

Leo closed the doors and stomped down the hallway towards the training room.

‘That’s all of them now,’ Simone said, and returned to my lap.

‘Won’t Leo be in trouble for being rude to them like that?’

Simone giggled. ‘They’re used to him.’

I laughed with her and we returned to the book.

About an hour later Mr Chen shouted for Monica from the dining room. Monica came into the living room carrying the folding mah jong table and proceeded to set it up near us.

‘Does he want us out, Monica?’ I said.

‘He didn’t say, Emma,’ Monica said.

‘It’s nearly your bedtime anyway, Simone,’ I said. ‘Let’s pack up.’

Mr Chen and his visitors came out of the dining room as we were putting the toys back into the box. Black, white, red and blue. Something clicked inside my
head and I tried to remember what it was, but it escaped me.

Simone giggled. ‘They’re the same colour as my Lego,’ she whispered.

I laughed with her. ‘Only yellow’s missing.’ She nodded. ‘Yellow’s the Jade Emperor.’ I stopped and stared at her.

The four of them chatted amiably as they sat at the table.

‘So the Jade Emperor himself came down,’ the red lady, Zhu Que, said.

‘You are privileged in having a visit from the Celestial,’ turquoise Qing Long said. ‘He detests the Earthly.’

They pulled the tiles out and shuffled them on the table, rattling them loudly.

‘I was nearly late for my appointment,’ Mr Chen said, and they chuckled as they turned over the tiles.

‘The Elite Guard is a rare gift indeed,’ Zhu Que said.

‘It’s the least Ah Wu deserves. He provided most of those bastards with their basic training anyway,’ Bai Hu said.

‘Mind your mouth. My daughter is in the room,’ Mr Chen said.

‘My Lord,’ Bai Hu said, smiling slightly.

‘Throw for North,’ Qing Long said.

‘No need,’ Bai Hu said with a broad grin. ‘Ah Wu’s always North!’ He banged his hand on the table, threw his head back and roared with laughter at his own joke.

The other three glared at him, unamused.

‘That joke stopped being funny a long time ago,’ Zhu Que said.

‘Lighten up, Fong.’ Bai Hu grinned evilly. ‘Or it’s chicken for dinner.’

Zhu Que shot to her feet, trembling with rage. ‘I should expect as much from one who spends so much
time with the Barbarians of the West,’ she hissed. ‘Perhaps you should spend time with Lord Xuan here in the South, where we are civilised.’

She saluted Mr Chen. ‘Xuan Tian. My Red Warriors are yours.’ Her robes spun and expanded. She disappeared.

Qing Long rose and saluted Mr Chen. ‘Xuan Tian. You have us if you need us.’ He faded, and was gone too.

Mr Chen glared at Bai Hu. ‘Thank you very much.’

‘Hey.’ Bai Hu spread his hands. ‘You got what you wanted. With my Horsemen, the Dragons, the Elite Guard and the Red Warriors on our side, your Dark Disciples won’t have a problem.’

‘
You threatened to eat the Phoenix
,’ Mr Chen said with feeling.

‘She needs to lighten up.’

Mr Chen glowered.

‘All right, all right, I apologise.’ Bai Hu saluted without rising, just shaking his hands in front of his face. ‘My Lord.’ He threw his arm over the back of his chair and glanced around. ‘Now, where will we find two more legs?’

‘We can’t have a game now,’ Mr Chen said.

‘How about we invite a couple of the Immortals?’

‘That lot?’ Mr Chen said with disdain. ‘Last time I had them here they nearly destroyed the apartment. Took my housekeeper a week to recover. She almost resigned.’

I choked back the giggle as I put the last of the toys in the box. Simone and I shared an amused look. The Eight Immortals were astonishing. The havoc they created was unparalleled. Monica
had
almost resigned.

‘Kwan Yin?’ Bai Hu said more softly.

‘She’s retreated from the world,’ Mr Chen said. ‘Leo? Leo can play.’

‘Your earthly Retainer? Really?’ Bai Hu grinned. ‘We still need a fourth.’

‘What about the white chick?’ Bai Hu gestured towards me. ‘My favourite colour. Maybe I
will
have chicken for dinner.’

I froze.

‘One more inappropriate comment like that and I will throw you out,’ Mr Chen said, a menacing rumble.

‘Try me.’ Bai Hu leaned across the table and glared at Mr Chen. ‘I can take you.’

They faced off for a while, then both smiled and leaned back.

‘You are absolutely incorrigible. The Red Lady was right.’ Mr Chen turned to me. ‘Can you play, Emma?’ ‘Sure. But I’m not very good.’

Mr Chen and Bai Hu shared a look, then Mr Chen gestured towards the tiles. ‘Would you like to join us?’

I shrugged. ‘Okay. Just let me put Simone to bed and I’ll be right back.’

Bai Hu opened his mouth to say something but Mr Chen glared him down. ‘Fetch Leo while you’re at it,’ he said to me.

‘I’ll come too,’ Bai Hu said. ‘I promised Simone a ride.’ He came over and lifted the box of toys for me. ‘I’ll take this.’

‘Don’t let Monica see you, she would die of shock,’ Mr Chen said. ‘And Bai Hu,’ he added pointedly, ‘behave yourself.’

Bai Hu raised a hand and followed me down the hall to Simone’s room.

I pulled back the bedcovers, turned, and stepped back.

An enormous white tiger, easily half as big again as any natural animal, seemed to fill the room. He grinned up at me and winked. ‘Better give her a ride, eh?’

Simone climbed onto his back, holding onto his shaggy tiger mane. He gave her a couple of turns of the room while she crowed with delight.

They were extremely cute. I decided I liked him, despite his crass behaviour.

‘Finished now,’ he said kindly. ‘Go to bed, little Princess.’

She leaned to hug him around the neck from his back, then loudly kissed the top of his head. I felt his fur as I lifted her off; it was plush and thick and silky soft.

He changed back into a man, gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and went out. I popped her into bed. Her eyes were shining.

‘Bai Hu is great,’ she said contentedly. “Night, Emma.’ She turned over and closed her eyes with a sleepy smile.

I turned off the light, half-closed the door to her room, and nearly walked into Bai Hu where he was lounging against the wall of the hallway.

‘Did I freak you out?’ he said, grinning.

‘I think I’m getting used to it,’ I said.

He moved closer to me and I backed up until I hit the wall.

‘You know why they use tiger parts in medicine? Our
stamina
is famous. But you won’t get skills like mine from cutting up a tiger.’ He moved closer to me and pressed his body into mine, pinning me against the wall. ‘You like my fur?’ He rubbed his hands against my arms and I felt the silky fur. I shivered at the velvety sensation. ‘How’d you like to feel it rubbing you all over?’ He slipped one arm behind my neck and pressed his cheek into mine, the silken sideburns brushing my face. He turned his head to gaze into my eyes, very close. ‘I’d love to show you what I can do.’ He thrust himself gently against me,
his voice a low husky rumble. ‘You wouldn’t believe some of the things I can do.’

‘
Bai Hu
!’ Mr Chen roared from the entrance to the living room, and both of us jumped.

Bai Hu pulled back, grinned, and winked at me. ‘Later.’ He strode up the hall towards the living room.

I turned and knocked on the training room door.

‘Come.’

I opened the door. Leo was working with double daggers. ‘Mr Chen and Bai Hu are going to play mah jong,’ I said. ‘I’m joining them, but we need a fourth. Up for it?’

Leo quickly put the daggers away, smiling grimly with satisfaction. ‘You bet. I finally get my chance to put that damn cat in his place.’

Leo and I returned to the living room and sat at the table. The tiles had already been built into the wall.

‘How many women in your Western Palace right now, Ah Bai?’ Mr Chen said.

‘More than a hundred,’ Bai Hu said with pride. ‘And that’s just the humans.’ He pointed at his nose. ‘I’m the best. None of my women ever wants to leave.’

‘Good. You have plenty. So leave my woman alone.’

I opened my mouth to say something loudly, but Leo put his hand on my knee under the table.
Trust him,
he mouthed silently.

I subsided and glared at Mr Chen, but he didn’t notice. He was too busy glowering at Bai Hu.

Bai Hu backed down and raised his hands. ‘Sorry, Boss, your household, your staff, your rules.’

Mr Chen nodded, his face expressionless. He stole a quick glance at me, but his face remained frozen. ‘Let’s play. Throw for North.’

I pulled out my drawer and sighed. ‘Cleaned out again.’

‘You can owe me,’ Leo said. He eyed Bai Hu. ‘But from you I want cash.’

‘Both of you are cleaning me out. Emma’s the only one who’s showing me any mercy.’ Bai Hu leaned sideways, pulled a white leather wallet from his hip pocket and opened it. ‘US or Hong Kong?’

‘Hong Kong,’ Leo said. ‘I’ll spend it tomorrow.’

The Tiger grunted, pulled out a thousand-dollar note and handed it to Leo, who took it with grim satisfaction.