"Spirit, spare me!" howled p.a.w.nbroker Fang. "I knew that the Ancestress possessed such a root, but I swear that I did not know where it was hidden!"
"Not the lesser root!" roared the Patron of Ginseng. "I mean the Great Root!"
"O Spirit, only one Great Root of Power exists in all the world, and no lowly p.a.w.nbroker would dare to touch it," Fang sobbed.
"Who has my root? Where has he hidden it?"
"I dare not say!" Fang wailed.
Tso Jed Chonu lifted his horrible face to Heaven and extended his hand for a lightning bolt.
"The Duke of Ch"in!" screamed p.a.w.nbroker Fang. "It"s hidden in his labyrinth!"
The terrible lohan stood lost in thought for nearly a minute. Then he flicked a finger.
"Begone!"
Ma the Grub"s faint was not what it appeared to be. He vaulted from the coffin and pa.s.sed p.a.w.nbroker Fang in twenty steps as they raced away into the mist. Li Kao was looking thoughtfully down into the grave, and then he got down on his knees and reached for something. He stood up with an object in his hands, which he turned this way and that in the moonlight, and then he walked back and handed it to Henpecked Ho, who yelped in delight. It was a fragment of a clay tablet, and it was covered with the same ancient ideographs as the fragments that Ho had been working on for sixteen years, but it was big enough to contain whole paragraphs.
In the distance we could hear that his wife and her seven fat sisters had joined the Ancestress. "Off with their heads!" they howled, and Henpecked Ho wondered whether his joy might be made complete.
"Li Kao, in your journeys around the estate did you happen to encounter any more old wells?" he asked hopefully.
"I would advise using an axe," said Master Li.
"An axe. Yes, an axe by all means."
We started off again, toward the wall beside the old well. Li Kao hooted like an owl, and a dog replied with three yelps and a howl. We said our farewells to Henpecked Ho, rather tearfully on my part, and Li Kao climbed upon my back. The patch in the wall was now a cleverly painted piece of canvas, and I pulled it aside and raced across the empty corridor. As I began to climb a rope ladder up the side of the opposite wall I glanced back and saw that Henpecked Ho was holding the precious clay tablet in one hand while his other hand wielded an imaginary axe.
"Chop-chop!" he chanted happily. "Chop-chop-chop-chop-chop!"
The mist swallowed him up, and I swung down the other side to Cut-Off-Their-b.a.l.l.s w.a.n.g and his sc.u.m of the earth. It had been twenty years since they had enjoyed a windfall like the funeral of Fainting Maid, and they begged Master Li to stay as their leader. We had other things to do. I was off like the wind, racing across the hills toward the village of Ku-fu, while Master Li rode upon my back clutching the Root of Power.
11. A Tale I Will Thee Tell
It was early afternoon, and dust danced in the sunlight that filtered into the monastery. The only sounds came from Li Kao and the abbot as they prepared the essence, and from bird songs that drifted with the breeze through the windows. The children had not moved so much as an eyelash since we had left, and the bonzes had been able to do no more for them than to bathe them and move them to different positions at regular intervals. It was hard to believe that the small pale bodies could still show faint vital signs, and the parents were as silent as the children.
An alchemist"s stove burned beneath a bubbling vial of sugared water, in which Master Li had placed the Root of Power. The water began to turn orange, and the ginseng root took on a copperish-orange color that was almost translucent, like amber. Master Li moved the root to a fresh vial that was filled with mild rice wine. The abbot heated the liquid, and as it slowly bubbled down Master Li replaced it with the orange liquid from the first vial. Then the level of the liquid lowered until the root was barely covered, and the liquid turned saffron, and Master Li sealed the vial and placed it in a pan of boiling water. Both the liquid and the root began to turn orange-black, and then jet-black. Only a small puddle of liquid remained, and Master Li removed the vial from the pan and opened the seal. An incredible fresh and pungent aroma filled the room, like a whole forest of mountain herbs just after a rain.
"That"s all there is to it, and now we will see what we will see," he said calmly.
The abbot and Li Kao walked from bed to bed. The abbot parted the children"s lips and Li Kao dipped the blackened root into the liquid and carefully applied three drops to each tongue. Three times the treatment was repeated, and there was just enough of the ginseng essence to go around.
We waited while the sounds of chickens and cows and water buffaloes drifted upon the breeze, and willows brushed their branches against the gray stone walls, and a woodp.e.c.k.e.r hammered in the garden.
Color was returning to the pale faces. The bedcovers began to lift and fall with strong regular breathing, and warmth flushed the cold limbs. Fang"s Fawn sighed, and a wide smile spread across the face of Bone Helmet. All the children began to smile happily, and with a sense of humble awe I realized that I had witnessed a medical miracle. Parents wept for joy as they embraced their sons and daughters, and the grandparents danced, and the bonzes ran to the ropes and swung l.u.s.tily up and down as they rang every bell in the monastery. The abbot was dancing a jig while he bellowed, "Namo Kuanshiyin Bodhisattva Mahasattva!" which is how good Buddhists say "hallelujah."
Only Li Kao remained unmoved. He walked from bed to bed, examining each child with a.n.a.lytical coldness, and then he signaled for me to pry Big Hong loose from his son. He bent over the boy and began testing his pulse: first the left wrist for the functions of the heart, liver, kidneys, small intestine, gall bladder, and ureter; then the right wrist for the lungs, stomach, parta ulta, large intestine, spleen, and vital parts. He beckoned for the abbot to come and repeat the same process and compare results.
The abbot"s face turned puzzled, and then anxious, and then desperate. He ran for his pins and began testing acupuncture and pain points, with no reaction whatsoever from the children. Little Hong"s color remained high, and his pulse remained strong, and the happy smile remained on his lips, but when Master Li lifted one of his arms and released it, the arm remained suspended in air. He moved the arm to different positions, and it stayed precisely where he placed it. The abbot grabbed Fawn and shook her violently, and she did not even register a change in her pulse.
Li Kao straightened up and slowly walked back to the table and stared blankly down at the empty alchemist"s vial. All eyes were fixed on him. He was immeasurably weary, and I could tell that in his tiredness he was struggling to think of words that would soften the fact that there is no such thing as an almost miracle. The Root of Power had almost done it, but it simply wasn"t strong enough.
I couldn"t bear it if his eyes turned to mine. I knew that he had only one thing to tell me, and the words of the ancient Tibetan text echoed in my mind. "Only one treatment is effective, and this will succeed only if the physician as access to the rarest and mightiest of all healing agents, the Great Root of Power." I saw the terrified face of p.a.w.nbroker Fang as he swore that only one Great Root existed in all the world, and I heard him scream, "The Duke of Ch"in! It"s hidden in his labyrinth!" Even an ignorant country boy knew that the Duke of Ch"in was ten thousand times more dangerous than the Ancestress, and that copper coins do not purchase suicide. If I went after the Great Root, it would be on my own, and never in history had anyone returned alive from the duke"s labyrinth.
I turned and walked rapidly out the door and down the maze of corridors that I knew like the back of my hand, and then I jumped from a low window to the gra.s.s below and began running across the hills.
I had no goal or purpose whatsoever, or perhaps I did in that I was subconsciously saying farewell to the village of Ku-fu. All I knew was that when I am depressed or frightened, I must do something physical, which is all I am good at, and if I keep at it long enough, I can usually forget my cares. I ran for hours through the hills and fields and forest, and lonely dogs began to follow me. I had quite a pack of them at my heels when my feet took me up a tiny winding path to a dense clump of shrubbery on a hillside, and I got down on my knees and wriggled through a tunnel into a small cave. The dogs squeezed in after me, and we sat down upon piles of bones.
They were called dragon bones, because it had once been believed that dragons periodically shed their bones as snakes shed their skins, but they actually were the shoulder bones of domestic animals that had been used for prophecy. Scapulimancy is very ancient, and the abbot had told me that the oracle bones of An-yang are the only solid proof that the semi-mythological Shang Dynasty had actually existed.
Do other people revert to childhood when they are frightened? I know that I did. The cave had been headquarters for youthful desperadoes when I was a small boy, and we had brought all important questions to the infallible dragon bones. Now I lit a fire in the old brazier and placed the poker in it. The dogs crowded around me and watched with interest while I searched for a bone with a smooth unmarked side. I wrote Yes on the left and No on the right, and I cleared my throat.
"O Dragon, will I find the Great Root of Power in the labyrinth of the Duke of Ch"in and get out of there alive?" I whispered hoa.r.s.ely.
I wrapped my hand in an old piece of horsehide and picked up the hot poker. The point sizzled as it bored into the bone, and the crack started slowly, lifting toward the answer. Then it split neatly in half, and the left crack shot up and speared Yes while the right half impaled No. I stared at the message. I would find the root, but wouldn"t live to tell the tale? I would live to tell the tale, but wouldn"t find the root? I was quite upset until it occurred to me that I was no longer ten years old, and I blushed bright red.
"Idiot," I muttered.
The sun had set. Moonbeams reached into the cave and touched my left hand, and the small scar on my wrist gleamed like silver. I threw back my head and laughed. The childhood friends who had pa.s.sed the knife around the circle as we became blood brothers would have died from envy had they known that the skeleton of Number Ten Ox was destined to rattle in the duke"s mysterious labyrinth, and I hugged a few dogs as I solemnly chanted the sacred vow of the Seven b.l.o.o.d.y Bandits of the Dragon Bones Cave.
"Bat s.h.i.t, rat s.h.i.t, three-toed-sloth s.h.i.t, bones and blades and b.l.o.o.d.y oath writ -"
"Now that has real merit," a voice said approvingly. "It beats the scholar"s oath by a mile and a half."
The dogs barked excitedly as Master Li crawled into the cave. He sat down and looked around.
"Scapulimancy was a racket," he observed. "With a little practice a soothsayer could make a bone crack any way he wanted to, or jump through a hoop, for that matter. Did you ever cheat when you were a boy?"
"It would have spoiled our games," I mumbled.
"Very wise," he said. "The abbot, who is also very wise, told me that I would find you here, and if not, I should simply sit and wait. Don"t be ashamed of reliving your childhood, Ox, because all of us must do it now and then in order to maintain our sanity."
He was carrying a large flask of wine, which he extended to me.
"Have a drink, and a tale I will thee tell," he said.
I sipped and choked on the fiery liquid. Li Kao reclaimed the flask and swallowed about a pint.
"It was a dark and stormy night," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "A cold wind howled, and lightning flickered across the sky like the tongues of snakes, and thunder roared like dragons, and rain fell in torrents. Piercing through the gale came the sound of wheels and hoofbeats, followed by the most dreaded sound in all China: the high-pitched hunting horns of the soldiers of the Duke of Ch"in."
This time I choked without benefit of wine, and Li Kao pounded my back in a kindly fashion.
"A mule was pulling a buggy down a mountain path at a suicidal rate, and a man and a woman were bouncing upon the seat," he said. "The woman was nine months pregnant, and she clutched a large burlap bag while the man wielded a buggy whip. Once more the terrible horns sounded behind them, and then a volley of arrows shot into the night. The mule staggered and fell, and the buggy crashed into a ditch. Apparently the soldiers were after the bag that the woman carried, because the man tried to take it from her so that the soldiers would attack him while she escaped, but the woman was equally brave and refused to relinquish the bag, and they were tugging back and forth when the second volley of arrows reached them. The man fell back mortally wounded, and the woman staggered away with the shaft of an arrow protruding from beneath her left shoulder blade, and the rain mercifully covered the small determined figure as she crawled up the winding path that led to the Monastery of Sh"u."
Master Li hoisted the flask and drank thirstily. I had no idea why he was telling me the story, but at least he was taking my mind off my troubles.
"The arrow was her pa.s.sport," he said. "It was stamped with the tiger emblem of the Duke of Ch"in, and the Monastery of Sh"u hated the Duke of Ch"in. They did all they could for her, and with the first faint light of dawn the tiny wail of a newborn babe lifted above the walls. The abbot and the midwife had worked a small miracle to save the child, but nothing could be done for the mother.
" "Brave Soul," the abbot whispered, wiping the sweat from her fevered brow. "Brave rebel against the evil Duke of Ch"in."
"The midwife lifted the wailing child. "A thousand blessings, my lady, for you have given birth to a healthy son!" she said.
"The dying woman"s nostrils twitched, and she opened her eyes. With an immense effort she lifted a hand and pointed to the midwife.
""Kao," she panted. "Li... Li... Li... Kao...""
I jerked up my head and looked wide-eyed at Master Li, who winked at me.
"Tears blurred the abbot"s eyes. "I hear, my daughter," he sniffled. "Your son shall be named Li Kao."
""Kao!" the woman gasped. "Li... Li... Li... Kao..."
" "I understand, my daughter," the abbot sobbed. "I shall raise Li Kao as my own son, and I shall place his tiny feet upon the True Path. He shall be instructed in the Five Virtues and Excellent Doctrines, and at the end of his blameless life his spirit shall surely pa.s.s through the Gates of the Great Void into the Blessed Regions of Purified Semblance.""
Master Li swallowed another pint and offered me another sip, which produced the same choking result.
"The woman"s eyes blazed with a strong emotion that strangely resembled fury," he said, "but her strength was spent. Her eyes closed, and her hand fell limply to her side, and her soul departed to the Yellow Springs Beneath the Earth. The midwife was greatly moved, and when she whipped a small goatskin flask from her robe and drank deeply, the smell of the stuff brought a cold chill to the abbot"s heart. That revolting odor could only come from the finest paint remover and worst wine ever invented: Kao-liang. Repeat: Kao-liang. Was it possible that the dying woman had not been naming a baby but demanding a snort? It was indeed possible, and it further developed that she had not been pursued by the duke"s soldiers because she was an heroic rebel, but because she and her husband had stolen the regimental payroll. My parents were the most notorious crooks in China, and my mother could have escaped quite easily if she had not tried to battle my father for the loot."
Master Li shook his head wonderingly.
"Ox, heredity is a remarkable thing. I never knew my parents, yet at the tender age of five I stole the abbot"s silver belt buckle. When I was six I made off with his jade inkstone. On my eighth birthday I stole the gold ta.s.sels from the abbot"s best hat, and I still take pride in the feat because he happened to be wearing the hat at the time. When I was eleven I exchanged the abbot"s bronze incense burners for a couple of jars of wine and got royally drunk in the Alley of Flies, and at thirteen I borrowed his silver candlesticks and tiptoed into the Alley of Four Hundred Forbidden Delights. Youth!" cried Master Li. "How sweet yet sadly swift pa.s.s the halcyon days of our innocence."
He buried his nose in his wine flask again, and burped comfortably.
"The abbot of the Monastery of Sh"u was truly heroic," he said. "He had vowed to raise me as his own, and he kept his word, and so well did he pound an education into my head that I eventually did quite well in my chin-shih examination. When I left the monastery, it was not in pursuit of scholarship, however, but in pursuit of an unparalleled career in crime. It was quite a shock for me to discover that crime was so easy that it was boring. I reluctantly turned to scholarship, and by the accident of handing in some good papers I was entombed in the Forest of Culture Academy as a research fellow, and I escaped from that morgue by bribing the court eunuchs to get me an appointment as a military strategist. I managed to lose a few battles in the approved manner, and then I became one of the emperor"s wandering persuaders, and then Governor of Yu, and it was in the last occupation that the light finally dawned. I was trying to get enough evidence to hang the loathsome Dog-Meat General of Wusan, but he was so slippery that I couldn"t prove a thing. Fortunately the Yellow River was flooding again, and I managed to convince the priests that the only way to appease the river G.o.d was through the custom of the ancients. So the Dog-Meat General disappeared beneath the waves tied to a gray horse - I was sorry about the horse, but it was the custom - and I tendered my resignation. Solving crime, I had belatedly discovered, was at least a hundred times more difficult than committing it, so I hung the sign of a half-closed eye above my door and I have never regretted it. I might add that I have also never left a case half-finished."
I gulped noisily, and I suppose that the hope in my eyes was shining as brightly as the moon.
"Why do you think I"ve been telling you this?" said Master Li. "I have a very good reason to be angry at the Duke of Ch"in, since one of his ancestors killed my parents, and if nothing else, my various careers have uniquely prepared me for the task of stealing ginseng roots."
He patted my shoulder.
"Besides, I"d take you for a great-grandson any day," he said. "I would never dream of allowing you to go out on your own to be slaughtered. Get some sleep, and we"ll leave at dawn."
Tears blurred my eyes. Master Li called to the dogs and crawled from the cave, and they gamboled happily around him as he danced down the path toward the monastery, waving his wine flask. The high-pitched four-tone liquid-voweled song of High Mandarin drifted back upon the night breeze.
Among the flowers, with a flask of wine, I drink all alone - no one to share.
Raising my flask, I welcome the moon, And my shadow joins us, making a threesome.
As I sing, the moon seems to sway back and forth; As I dance, my shadow goes flopping about.
As long as we"re sober, we"ll enjoy one another, And when we get drunk, we"ll go our own ways.
Thus we"ll pursue our own avatars, And we"ll all meet again in the River of Staaaaaaars!
I wished that I could have seen him when he was ninety. Even now his leaps and capers were magnificent in the moonlight.
Part Two - THE FLUTE, THE BALL, AND THE BELL
12. Of Castles and Key Rabbits
At the suggestion of the abbot I will explain for the benefit of barbarians that my country is Chung-kuo, which can mean Central Country or Middle Kingdom, whichever one prefers. The point is that it is the country in the exact center of the world, and the only country that lies directly beneath Heaven. "China" is a barbarian invention that was coined in awe and honor of the first Duke of Ch"in, who took over the empire in the Year of the Rat 2,447 (221 B.C.). He was a remarkable reformer. Ma.s.s murderers are usually reformers, the abbot tells me, although not necessarily the other way around.
"We are being strangled by our past!" roared the Duke of Ch"in. "We must make a new beginning!"
What he had in mind was the suppression of every previous philosophy of government and the imposition of one of his own, called Legalism. The abbot says that the famous first sentence of the Book of Legalism is, "Punishment produces force, force produces strength, strength produces awe, awe produces virtue; thus virtue has its origin in punishment," and that there is little need to read the second sentence.
The duke began his reforms by burning every book in the empire, with the exception of certain technical and divinatory works, and since the scholars were burned along with the books, there were vast areas of knowledge that vanished from the face of the earth. He disapproved of certain religions; temples and priests and worshippers went up in flames. He disapproved of frivolous fables; professional storytellers were beheaded, along with vast numbers of bewildered grandmothers. The leading Confucianists were decoyed into a ravine and crushed by falling boulders, and the penalty for possession of one line of the a.n.a.lects was death by slow dismemberment. The problem with burning and beheading and crushing and dismembering is that it is time-consuming, and the duke"s solution was a masterstroke.
"I shall build a wall!" cried the Duke of Ch"in.
The Great Wall of China did not begin with the duke, nor did it end with the duke, but it was the duke who first used it for the purpose of murder. Anyone who disagreed with him was marched away to the desolate north, and men died by the millions as they labored on the public-works project that insiders call the Longest Cemetery in the World. More millions died as they built the duke"s private residence. The Castle of the Labyrinth covered seventy acres, and it was actually thirty-six separate castles connected by a labyrinth of underground pa.s.sageways. (The idea was that he would have thirty-six imperial bedrooms to choose from, and a.s.sa.s.sins would never know where he slept.) Beneath the artificial labyrinth was a real one, running deep through a sheer cliff, and it was said that it was the home of a horrible monster that devoured the screaming victims of the Duke of Ch"in. True or not, the thousands of people who were tossed into it were never seen again.
The duke produced another masterstroke when he had the finest craftsmen in the empire fashion a great golden mask of a snarling tiger, which he wore on all public occasions. His successors continued to wear it for more than eight hundred years. Did a duke have watery eyes, a weak chin, and facial tics? What his subjects saw was a terrifying mask, "the Tiger of Ch"in," and the abbot explained that the barbarian rulers of Crete had used the mask of a bull for the same reason.
Mystery and terror are the bulwarks of tyranny, and for fourteen years China was one vast scream, but then the duke made the mistake of raising taxes to the point where the peasants had to choose between starvation or rebellion. He had confiscated their weapons, but he was not wise enough in the ways of peasants to confiscate their bamboo groves. A sharpened bamboo spear is something to avoid, and when the duke saw several million of them marching in his direction he hastily abandoned the empire and barricaded himself in the Castle of the Labyrinth. There he was invulnerable, and since he still controlled the largest private army in the country it was tacitly agreed that Ch"in would exist as a state within the state.
Emperors came and emperors went, but the Dukes of Ch"in seemed destined to go on forever, crouched and snarling in the most monstrous monument to raw power known to man.
The Castle of the Labyrinth lies in ruins now, a great gray ma.s.s of shattered slabs and twisted iron scattered across the crest of a cliff overlooking the Yellow Sea. There the tide is the strongest in China, and the tumbled stones shudder with the force of the waves. Vines have covered the splintered steel gates, and lizards with rainbow bellies and turquoise eyes cling to the fragments of walls, and spiders scuttle through the eternal shadows cast by banana and bamboo. The spiders that currently occupy the castle are huge, hairy, and harmless. The previous occupants were equally grotesque but not so harmless, and when I first saw the Castle of the Labyrinth it was standing in all its glory.
The barge that we traveled on was inching through a dense morning fog toward the junction with the Yellow Sea, and harsh commanding voices seemed to be shouting right in my ears. The air vibrated with great metallic crashes and the clash of a thousand weapons, and the heavy tread of marching feet. Then the fog began to lift, and my eyes lifted with it up the side of a sheer cliff to the most powerful fortress in the world; vast, moated, turreted, impregnable. I stared in horror at towers that sc.r.a.ped the clouds, and at immense steel gates that glittered like terrible fangs, and at a central drawbridge that could accommodate four squadrons of cavalry riding abreast. The great stone walls were so thick that the men who patrolled on top on horseback looked like ants riding small spiders, and ironshod hooves dislodged rocks that tumbled down the cliff and splashed in the water around the barge. One of them banged upon the roof of the cabin where Li Kao was sleeping off an overdose of wine, and he stumbled out on deck and gazed up, rubbing his eyes.
"Revolting architecture, isn"t it?" he said with a yawn. "The first duke had no aesthetic sense whatsoever. What"s the matter, Ox? A slight hangover?"
"Just a mild headache," I said in a tiny terrified voice.
As the fog continued to fade away, I gazed fearfully toward what must surely be the gloomiest and ghastliest city on earth, and I began to question my sanity when I heard the happy songs of fishermen and sniffed a breeze that was fragrant with a billion blossoms. And then the fog lifted completely and I stared in disbelief at a city so lovely that it might have been the setting of a fairy tale.
"Strange, isn"t it?" said Master Li. "Ch"in is beautiful beyond compare, and it is also the safest city in all China. The reason, oddly enough, is greed."
He took a morning-after sip of wine and belched contentedly.
"Every single one of the first duke"s successors has lived only for money, and at first their methods of acquiring it were crude but effective," he explained. "Once a year the reigning duke would choose a village at random, burn it to the ground, and decapitate the inhabitants. Then the duke and his army would set forth upon the annual tax trip. The severed heads led the way, mounted upon pikes, and the eagerness with which peasants lined up to pay taxes was a source of great gratification to the Dukes of Ch"in. Sooner or later an enlightened duke was bound to appear, however, and it is said that the one who has gone down in history as the Good Duke suddenly jumped to his feet during a council with his ministers, shot a hand into the air, and bellowed, "Corpses cannot pay taxes!" This divine revelation produced a change of tactics."