The mandarin seated directly to the emperor"s left stood and bowed. This man appeared to be in his late fifties, twenty years older than Batu. His eyes were steady and dark, giving him the appearance of a thoughtful and dangerous enemy.
When the Divine One nodded to him, the mandarin said, "The locust have come for the reason they always come: they are hungry. Majestic Shou Lung is a wealthy land, and the uncivilized horse-people are bloodthirsty thieves who envy the harvest of our honest labor."
The emperor shook his head. "No, Ju-Hai."
Batu recognized the mandarin"s name. Ju-Hai Chou was the Minister ofState and the First Left Grand Councilor. Aside from the emperor himself, he was the most powerful man in the Mandarinate.
"In the two thousand years recorded in the Histories, there is only one account of a ma.s.sed invasion by the horse barbarians," the emperor continued, looking from Ju-Hai to the other mandarins. "It was provoked by a warmonger"s attempt to annex part of their lands. Only a fool would believe they have suddenly ma.s.sed to attack without reason."
"As always, your wisdom outshines the sun, Divine One," Ju-Hai said, folding his hands in front of his body. "But merchants are now afraid to travel the Spice Road, and tax revenue has fallen by twenty percent. In addition, the cost of replacing the northern armies will deplete the treasury. Shou Lung"s marvelous economy is facing collapse. Can the reason for the attack matter any longer?"
The emperor nodded. "Oh yes, Ju-Hai. It is written in the Book of Heaven that a man cannot harvest rice until he understands the sowing of the seed. Is this not also the way with war? We cannot hope to win until we know what the barbarians seek."
The female mandarin, Ting Mei Wan, stood and spoke. "Perhaps our eyes are turned in the wrong direction. Could the cause of the war lie here, within the Hall of Supreme Harmony?"
"What are you saying?" Ju-Hai snapped angrily.
With the unexpected outburst, a tense silence fell over the room. Ju-Hai glared at Ting with dark, menacing eyes. She returned the stare with a steady gaze and a faint smile. Batu felt sure some unspoken threat was pa.s.sing between them. Not being privy to the inner workings of the Mandarinate, he could not guess its nature.
The emperor turned to Ju-Hai, his face an inscrutable mask of politeness.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, his diplomatic tone disguising any curiosity he felt about the outburst.
The Minister of State flushed. From his embarra.s.sed expression, Batu guessed the mandarin rarely suffered such lapses of control.
"I am unsure of Minister Ting"s meaning," Ju-Hai replied, deftly avoiding an explanation for his irrational behavior. "Certainly, no blame can be placed upon the venerable members of this Mandarinate." His face remained tense, and he continued to glare at Ting Mei Wan.
The Son of Heaven turned to the beautiful mandarin and raised an eyebrow to prompt her response. Ting smiled at the Minister of State, then bowed to the emperor and said, "The Book of Heaven teaches us that the Divine One rules with the mandate of the heavens. It is written that while the emperor governs with a pure heart and observes the proper ceremonies, Shou Lung will prosper. It is also written that the land will suffer plagues and pestilences when the Nine Immortals revoke their mandate."
Ju-Hai relaxed and took his eyes off the woman. Whatever he had been afraid Ting would say clearly had nothing to do with the Book of Heaven. In contrast to Ju-Hai"s reaction, the other mandarins muttered in astonishment and stared at Ting in open shock. The emperor"s face remained impa.s.sive, and Batu could not tell what effect Ting"s words were having on him.
The beautiful mandarin continued. "I trust the emperor understands that discussing this matter only demonstrates my absolute loyalty," she said, casting her gaze submissively at his feet. "As we are all confident of the purityof the Divine One"s heart, I merely suggest some minor rite may have been overlooked-"
A middle-aged mandarin wearing a purple hai-waitao covered with mystic symbols leaped to his feet. "I can a.s.sure the Minister of State Security that all ceremonies are being performed properly!" he hissed. From the symbols on his robe, Batu guessed that the man was the High Lord of Imperial Sacrifices.
The Minister of State Security was a dangerous woman, the general decided. After threatening Ju-Hai Chou, she had managed to turn the emperor"s scrutiny inward. At the same time, she had portrayed herself as the Divine One"s most loyal subject. Then, to protect herself further, she had shifted the focus of blame to the High Lord of Imperial Sacrifices, giving the Son of Heaven an easy target upon which to vent any anger he felt.
The most amazing thing of all, Batu thought, was that the Minister of State Security had managed to keep the motives for her actions completely disguised. The general was more curious than ever about the secret Ju-Hai Chou had been so afraid Ting would reveal.
After a moment of reflection, the Son of Heaven adjusted himself so that he was sitting erect and proud in his throne. "Minister Ting, we thank you for your suggestion," he said, his voice betraying a hint of sarcasm. "We will investigate our rites to be sure they are performed in accordance with the Book of Heaven. Until we discover an inconsistency, let us a.s.sume the cause of our trouble l ies elsewhere. Now-"
A loud scream from the foyer interrupted the emperor"s words. Immediately, several guards leaned over the balconies above, training their weapons on the door. Heavy footsteps echoed through the room as other sentries rushed for the stairways. Like the guards, Batu"s first thought was of a.s.sa.s.sins, and he whirled to face the doors.
A moment later, the chamberlain entered the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
Behind him, four guards carried the body of a small man dressed in a beggar"s robes.
The chamberlain bowed, saying, "A thousand apologies, Son of Heaven.
The guards captured this vagabond trying to escape the grounds of the palace. Unfortunately, he threw himself on a sentry"s blade as we were bringing him to you." The bureaucrat produced a leaf of folded paper. "He was carrying this."
"Bring it here," the emperor commanded, holding out his hand.
As the chamberlain"s footsteps echoed across the marble floor, Batu studied the vagabond"s face. It was similar to his own, with broad cheekbones, a flat nose, and wide-set eyes. His head was nicked and cut where it had recently been shaved.
"This man is a spy," Batu declared. "A Tuigan spy."
Resembling a Tuigan as much as he did himself, Batu would have been the last to suggest, based on appearance alone, that the beggar was a barbarian.
However, the freshly shaved head was incongruous with the rest of the vagabond"s filthy appearance, and it suggested to Batu that the man"s hair had been cut as part of a disguise.
"So it seems," the Divine One confirmed, examining the paper that the chamberlain had given to him. "And he is not working alone." The emperor studied Batu thoughtfully, then held the paper out to him. "You may examine this map, General."Ignoring the scowl on Kwan"s face, Batu approached the throne. After a deep bow to acknowledge the great honor that the emperor had bestowed upon him, the general took the paper directly from the Divine One"s hand.
A heavy, corrugated line had been drawn across the northwestern corner, where the Dragonwall was located. A lighter line wandered across the middle of the map, showing the location and approximate course of the Shengti River. There was an "X" on the north side of the river, where the city of Yenching was located. Near the bottom and center of the map was another "X," showing the location of the walled city of Shou Kuan. A third mark had been placed in the lower right-hand corner, where Tai Tung and the summer palace were located. Several soldiers had been drawn next to Tai Tung, and the number "13,000" written next to the city. Five infantrymen had been drawn marching toward Tai Tung. Next to each infantryman was a number ranging from "8,000" to "15,000"-the approximate size of one of Shou Lung"s provincial armies.
"This is a map of troop movements," Batu remarked, looking up.
The emperor met the general"s gaze with an expression that could not be read. "Yes," he said evenly. "The only detail it lacks is the ident.i.ty of the man I have chosen to lead the war against the barbarians."
The Divine One looked from the general to the dead spy, then to the faces of Ting Mei Wan, Kwan Chan Sen, Ju-Hai Chou, and the other members of the Mandarinate. Finally, he looked back to Batu and said, "Allow me to dismiss my other advisers, General. You and I have much to discuss."
4
Ju-Hai"s Garden
Ju-Hai felt his manservant drape a woolen coat over his shoulders. The meditation, he realized, had come to an end. Without his awareness or control, his mind had retreated from that calm, tenebrous zone within its own depths.
Melancholy, as always, at the necessity of leaving the intangible world, the minister opened his eyes. The sun was about to drop behind the western walls of the summer palace, and he was bathed in the rosy light of late afternoon.
"Has it been that long, Shei Ni?" Ju-Hai asked.
"Yes, Minister," the servant responded.
Ju-Hai was shocked, but not alarmed. He sat in his garden belvedere looking out over his goldfish pond, his legs folded into the blossoming lotus position. Each day, the minister customarily came here to clear his head and order his thoughts. Considering what had happened in the Mandarinate, it did not surprise him that today"s session had lasted much longer than usual.
Before him, his jar of trigram sticks rested upon a white lacquered table, next to a hand-lettered copy of the Book of Change. When the sticks were spilled on the table, the future could be foretold by comparing the resulting patterns to the diagrams in the book. Though the minister did not advertise the fact to his colleagues, he was a great believer in the trigrams. The rosewood sticks and carved jade jar were two of his most cherished possessions.
After a respectful pause, Shei Ni said, "Minister Ting has been waiting since midday to see you. I would have announced her earlier, but she did not wish to interrupt your meditation."
Ju-Hai"s stomach twisted into a knot. He was still angered by Ting"s suggestion that the cause of the Tuigan invasion lay within the Mandarinate. It was true that, after his humiliating outburst, she had deftly altered the emphasis of her suggestion. However, he wished the subject had not been brought up at all. Ju-Hai wondered whether the episode had simply been an unpleasant coincidence, or if Ting had known it would upset him. At the moment, the answer was not important. The minister was still angry with her.
"What is the nature of her business?" he asked. Shei Ni was so practiced in receiving Ting Mei Wan that he could judge the reason for a visit by her manner and dress.
"I believe it is personal," Shei Ni said.
"Then send her away."
"As you wish." Shei Ni bowed, then went into the house.
Ju-Hai rose and began walking along the marble path that circled the goldfish pond. He was disappointed to find himself still angry at Ting, and hoped a tour of his garden might quell his emotions. The tiny park was his taste of paradise, and he went there to escape the strict regimens and orderly thoughts that ruled his public life.
Ju-Hai had taken great care to evoke the spirit of nature in this modest parcel of land. The ground had been modeled into tiny hills and valleys, and anything approximating a straight line had been diligently avoided. The minister had used the influence of his office to fill the garden with exotic specimens from the widest reaches of the empire: camellias, crimson-berriednandins, even a golden larch.
He would have liked to enlarge the garden, but that was impossible. The summer palace was really a miniature city, complete with hundreds of walled houses occupied by status-hungry bureaucrats. To secure even the half-acre plot he now enjoyed, the mandarin had been forced to call upon the emperor for help.
As Ju-Hai studied one of his newest prizes, a peony bush that would blossom in green, his servant returned. "Excuse me, Master. Lady Ting asks you to reconsider your decision. She points out that she has been waiting many hours to apologize for what happened in the Mandarinate today."
"To apologize?" Ju-Hai repeated, wondering what she really intended. If she had been waiting since the emperor dismissed the Mandarinate, it had to be something important to her. Deciding he could control his anger in order to sat isfy his curiosity, the minister said, "Very well, she may join me here."
Shei Ni bowed and went into the house.
In the last six months, Ting had developed an irritating appet.i.te for power.
More than once, her hunger had resulted in an embarra.s.sment similar to the one of that day. Ju-Hai had spoken to her about his concerns, but always without apparent effect. He was beginning to fear that it would be necessary to arrange her removal from the Mandarinate.
The prospect did not please the minister, for he was genuinely fond of the female mandarin. Ting had first come to Ju-Hai"s attention over fifteen years ago, when she had achieved a perfect score on the civil service examination used to select imperial bureaucrats. Convinced she had cheated, he had summoned her to the Forbidden City and quizzed her personally. By halfway through the session, the girl had convinced the minister that she had earned her perfect score.
During the interview, Ju-Hai had seen the making of a mandarin in the young woman. She had a sharpmind and a dynamic personality, and seemed ruthlessly driven. Afterward, he had investigated her background. Although she had suffered the misfortune of being born into the family of a dishonest rice merchant, the inquiry had uncovered nothing to suggest that she could not be a valuable public servant. From that point onward, Ju-Hai had taken a personal interest in her career. As the minister had expected, she had proven herself more than capable of executing any task a.s.signed to her.
Two years ago, the opportunity to place an ally in the post of Minister of State Security had arisen. Naturally, Ju-Hai"s first choice had been the beautiful young woman he had been developing for thirteen years. Although the minister had expected her to do well, even he had been surprised by the efficiency with which she performed her necessarily merciless duties. In the upper ranks of the bureaucracy, it was well known that revealing even a small weakness to the "Tigress" could prove fatal.
The thought of keeping weaknesses secret reminded Ju-Hai of the trigram sticks he had left on the table. He returned to the pavilion and was just picking up the jar when Ting came out of the house.
"Minister," she said, stopping inside the fan-shaped arbor that served as an entrance to the garden.
The gorgeous mandarin wore an unadorned scarlet cheosong that covered her from neck to ankle. The dress was made of gossamer silk that highlighted her voluptuous charms rather than concealed them. In her hands, she held asmall potted flower of a type which Ju-Hai had never before seen. Save for its black blossom, the plant resembled a tiny lotus that grew in dirt instead of water. Holding the plant out for Ju-Hai, Ting averted her eyes and bowed as low as her tight clothing would allow.
Ju-Hai put his trigram jar down, then walked over to Ting and accepted the gift. "It"s as ravishing as you, my dear," he said, his anger fading as he studied the plant. A few moments later, he asked, "What is it?"
"Cliff blossom. It came from the mountain kingdom of RaKhati," she replied, standing upright. "It"s a special gift I"ve been saving. I thought it might express my sorrow for offending you."
Shei Ni appeared at the head of a small procession of servants. Carrying a teapot, cups, and two chairs, they stopped at the arbor and waited behind Ting.
Ju-Hai bowed to show his appreciation. "As always, you must be complimented upon your knowledge of your quarry." The realization that Ting understood him so well made Ju-Hai uneasy. An exotic plant was the only gift that would disarm him so easily. "You are forgiven, my dear. Come over to the belvedere, and we will talk."
"Thank you, Minister." Ting smiled and followed Ju-Hai to the small, open building at the edge of the goldfish pond.
While the servants placed the chairs and poured the tea, Ting picked up the jar Ju-Hai had left on the white table. "Trigrams?" she asked curiously.
"A bauble I sometimes toy with," the minister replied, looking away from the jar with practiced nonchalance.
Smiling playfully, Ting turned the jar over and spilled the sticks. "Tell me what they say."
Ju-Hai gave Ting"s gift to Shei Ni for safekeeping. When he looked at the circle of sticks, he half-smiled in amus.e.m.e.nt. The minister did not need stick magic to tell him what the trigrams had revealed. "The pattern of the sea," he said. "You are always shifting and impossible to predict. This makes you a powerful enemy and a dangerous friend."
Shei Ni and the servants finished their work, bowed, and left the garden quietly.
Ting peered at the sticks, then looked at Ju-Hai flirtatiously. "Is there nothing of love in those patterns?"
The minister chuckled. "Not for me to read."
Ting stepped closer. "Perhaps you should look again."
Ju-Hai backed away and took his seat at the east end of the table. After a long sip of tea, he said, "Surely you did not wait all afternoon simply to dangle your lascivious web before an aging man?"
The beautiful mandarin sighed in exaggerated disappointment. The game between them was an old one. For fifteen years, Ting had been making herself available to Ju-Hai, and for fifteen years the Minister of State had deftly avoided an entanglement with her.
"I have been waiting much longer than one afternoon," Ting replied, taking her seat at the other end of the table. "But you"re correct. I have little hope that you"ll come to your senses today. I"ve come to apologize for this morning"s mistake."
Ju-Hai nodded, but remained silent. Now that they were discussing political affairs, his mind had shifted into an orderly, critical thought process. He hopedhis silence would force Ting to disclose the true reason for her visit.
Ting lifted her teacup to her lips. After a small swallow, she continued speaking. "Of course, I don"t really know what my mistake was."
Ju-Hai smiled, relieved that the Tigress did not know his greatest vulnerability. After a short pause, he answered Ting"s half-spoken question.
"That should be obvious."
Ting frowned at her mentor. "It isn"t."
"It is a foolish wolf that growls at its master," he said. "By suggesting that someone within the Mandarinate brought the barbarians down upon us, you have made many powerful enemies."
Ting"s eyes narrowed. "True, but to anger you, my blunder must have threatened you personally."
Ju-Hai smiled at his disciple with as much warmth as he could gather. "I"m disappointed, my dear. Don"t you realize how fond of you I am?"
Ting smirked, then her eyes grew soft and she ran a painted nail around the rim of her tea cup. "Why do you never show it?"
"I do," the minister responded. "I have watched over your career very closely."
The seductive mandarin sat up straight. "To what purpose?" she asked.
"What have you gotten out of helping me?"
Her soft expression had become as hard as stone, and Ju-Hai knew that this question came from her heart. "What I have gotten," he answered, "is a capable administrator who serves the empire well. That is the only payment I expect or have ever asked."
Ting rolled her eyes in disbelief. Like so many other servants of the state, a lifetime in the imperial bureaucracy had exposed her to such corruption and self-serving incompetence that she automatically discounted such statements.
Ju-Hai"s answer, however, had been sincere, though he would never convince Ting of that.
"Perhaps you speak the truth," the Tigress said, looking away to show Ju- Hai that she didn"t believe he did. "Even so, you would never embarra.s.s yourself before the emperor-not on my behalf, or anyone else"s. And considering that someone must have been feeding information to the spy the guards captured, it almost appears that you"re a traitor."
The only reason Ju-Hai did not lose his temper was that he had already considered that same point. His outburst had come at the wrong time. Taken by itself, it appeared that the minister was trying to hide something. When he considered the spy and the map, even Ju-Hai could not deny that his behavior cast a pall of suspicion over him.