His family had worshiped Mao. Yet his father had also held a great affection for Confucius, as had his father before him.
Only after Tang had left the village, specially chosen to attend secondary and higher education, had he come to realize the dramatic contradiction. His philosophy teacher at university had opened his eyes.
"Let me tell you about a man who lived in the state of Song and dutifully tilled his field. His efforts provided ample food for his family and his village. In the middle of the field stood the stump of a tree. One day a hare, running at full speed, b.u.mped into the stump, broke his neck, and died. This was quite fortuitous, since the meat was greatly enjoyed by all. Thereupon the man left his plow and kept watch at the stump, hoping to obtain another hare in the same manner. But he never did, and both his family and the village suffered from his neglect. That is the flaw of Confucianism. Those who try to rule the present with the conduct of the past commit the same foolishness."
He listened to the distant rumblings of the derrick"s generators. Dawn was not far away. He thought again of that teacher at Hunan"s university, the one who asked him- "What will you do upon graduating?"
"I intend to study in Beijing and obtain a higher degree in geology."
"The earth interests you?"
"It always has."
"You have spirit and promise. I"ve seen that these past three years. Would you perhaps consider something in addition to your studies, something that might answer those questions you constantly pose to me?"
In the days after, he"d listened as his teacher explained about the distant Shang dynasty, the earliest for which there was any doc.u.mentary evidence, existing nearly 4,000 years ago. A highly developed state with a tax collection system, a penal code, and a standing army, it was ruled by an autocrat who styled himself I the single one man.
"That was significant," his teacher said. "The first time we know of one man a.s.suming total power over many."
The Zhou dynasty succeeded the Shang and carried forward that autocratic ideal, expanding the ruler"s authority.
"It was said that all the land under Heaven belonged to the king and all people on the sh.o.r.es were his subjects."
But governing such a large kingdom from one locale proved difficult, so the Zhou kings created feudalism-kinsmen who were bestowed limited sovereignty over portions of the domain, along with t.i.tles such as duke, marquis, earl, and baron.
"A system Western civilization would not envision for another thousand years."
Loyalty to the king was bound by blood rather than oath but, over time, the local lords began to establish their own fiefdoms. Eventually, these va.s.sals revolted and eliminated the king of Zhou, demoting him to their equal.
"This led to the Spring and Autumn period, a chaotic war of all against all. Within two and a half centuries, 500 wars were fought among the feudal states. Eventually, everyone believed the state of Cu, which occupied the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, would emerge victorious. This fear led the smaller states to turn to the state of Qi for protection. With a strong military, sound economy, and able ruler, Qi was in a position to help. A mutual defense league was established and the duke of Qi was appointed Hegemon, or Ba of the league, charged with preserving the peace. And this he did."
He"d thought that apt since Ba meant "father, protector."
But it was how the protection had been accomplished that so interested him.
The entire population had been organized along military lines. Marketplaces were regulated, a monopoly established on coinage, salt and iron production placed under state control. The results were a strong army and a sound economy, which not only offered protection from enemies but also strengthened the power of the Hegemon.
"These were the first Legalists," his teacher said. "A school of statecraft dedicated to exalting the ruler and maximizing authority. Their philosophy was simple. The sovereign is the creator of law, the officials are the followers of law, the people are subjects of the law. The wise sovereign holds six powers. The ability to grant life, to kill, to enrich, to impoverish, to promote, and to demote."
And the concept spread among the other states.
At the end of the Spring and Autumn period, after 300 years of constant turmoil, around 481 BCE, twenty-two states survived. The rest had been absorbed by their neighbors.
"The struggle became worse in the Warring States period, which followed," his teacher had said. "Eventually, after another two hundred years of conflict, seven states emerged, each led by a Hegemon. Their councilors were all brothers of the Ba, Legalists who taught that he who has the greatest force will be paid tribute to by others, while he who has less force will pay tribute to others. The Ba consolidated their influence over the kings, advocating an end to the feudal system. Inherited posts were replaced with appointed bureaucrats, whom the ruler could discharge or even execute at will. Inherited fiefdoms were redrawn into administrative units called counties. Cleverly, by appointing officials who were mere extensions of himself, the Hegemon gathered all power into himself"."
By the end of the Warring States period, the Ba had a.s.sumed virtual control over the monarchs. Though other technological feats were better known-the discovery of gunpowder, the cultivation of silkworms-Tang believed that the Chinese invention of totalitarianism may have had the greatest impact on the world.
"It was a revolution from above," his teacher had explained. "The people gave little resistance. Five centuries of incessant warfare had left them prostrate, and no one could argue with the order the Legalists provided. And though all that occurred over 2,500 years ago, to this day all Chinese have an irrational fear of chaos and disorder."
A decade later the kingdom of Qin conquered the seven surviving states, transforming a backward dukedom and six warring neighbors into the First Empire.
"Qin Shi embedded Legalism in our culture, and it remains part of our culture today, though the concept has changed over the centuries. Those changes are why you and I must talk further."
And they had, many times.
"Study Mao," his teacher had advised. "He was a modern Legalist. He understood how the Chinese mind fears chaos-and that, more than anything else, explains both his success and his failure."
Tang had studied.
Nationally, Mao had wanted to make China united, strong, and secure, just as Qin Shi had done. Socially, he had wanted China to evolve into an egalitarian society in the Marxist tradition. Personally, he wanted to transcend his own mortality and ensure that his Revolution became irreversible.
On the first goal he succeeded. The second was an utter failure.
And the third?
That was the unanswered question.
Amazing how like Qin Shi Mao had become. Both established new regimes, bringing unity after long periods of b.l.o.o.d.y turmoil, crushing all local fiefdoms. They were standardizers, social engineers, insisting on one language, currency, orthodoxy, and loyalty. Grandiose building projects became common. They both loathed merchants and silenced intellectuals. They encouraged worship of themselves and invented new t.i.tles to match their egos. Qin had chosen First Emperor, while Mao had preferred Chairman. In death, they were lavishly entombed and harshly criticized, but the framework of their regimes had endured.
"That was no accident," his teacher told him during one of their final conversations. "Mao understood the First Emperor. You should, too."
And he did.
No 20th-century Chinese leader had captured the people"s devotion like Mao. He became emperor-like, and not a single pact that Beijing later made with the people could compare to the "destiny of Heaven" that emperors like Mao enjoyed.
But Mao"s day was over.
Give allegiance to political solutions proposed centuries ago by long-dead scholars. That"s what Confucius had advised as the way to understanding. That seemed impossible.
A second hare would not die at the same stump.
He wholeheartedly agreed with Mao"s Cultural Revolution. In deference to it, that was when he"d stopped using the traditional form of his name-Tang Karl, his family name first. Instead he chose the modern incarnation Karl Tang. He recalled when the Red Guards rampaged across the country, shutting down schools, imprisoning intellectuals, restricting publications, disbanding monasteries and temples. Every physical reminder of China"s feudal and capitalistic past had been destroyed-old customs, old habits, old culture, and old thinking were all eliminated.
Millions had died, millions more had been affected.
Yet Mao emerged more loved than ever, the state stronger than ever.
He checked his watch, then sucked more breaths of the clean air.
A smile formed on his lips.
Let it begin.
TWENTY-FIVE.
ANTWERP.
Ca.s.siopeia approached the museum, heading for the same rear entrance she"d scouted two days ago. She"d stumbled across the Dries Van Egmond in a hotel brochure while trying to decide where best to hide the lamp. Its rooms held a collection of Dutch, French, and Flemish objets d"art. But its Chinese boudoir, on the third level, was what really caught her attention.
She hoped the lamp had gone unnoticed.
She"d pa.s.sed couples homeward-bound and walkers self-absorbed, but no one dodging into a doorway or d.o.g.g.i.ng her footsteps. Advertis.e.m.e.nts plastered on plate-gla.s.s windows shouted from closed shops. But she"d ignored all distractions. She needed to retrieve the lamp, then make contact with Sokolov, that connection facilitated through a couple who shared Sokolov"s agony of losing a child-who"d agreed to forward any coded e-mail messages sent from Belgium.
She wondered what had happened with Malone. Viktor had told her that he hadn"t heard anything from Copenhagen, but that meant nothing coming from him. Perhaps she"d head for Denmark once this errand was completed. Cotton could help her decide what to do next.
A train would be best.
No security checks.
And she could sleep.
Malone spotted the museum, squeezed into a row of buildings that alternated old and new. Its faade revealed details that suggested an Italian motif. Little traffic filled Antwerp"s streets, only lights over empty sidewalks, the city dozing off for the night. He studied the building"s sculpted window frames, stacked one atop the other in varying squares, circles, and rectangles. None glowed with life.
He"d parked two blocks away and approached with slow steps. He wasn"t sure what was about to happen. How was Ca.s.siopeia planning on entering? Breaking in? Certainly not from here. The main entrance was protected by a locked iron gate, the windows barred. Stephanie had called and said that she"d arranged for the alarm system to be disabled, as Europol and the police were working with her. Local cooperation usually meant folks many pay grades higher than Stephanie were calling the shots. Which only reemphasized that this involved far more than a missing four-year-old boy.
He hugged the side of a building and kept to the shadows, avoiding the burst of a nearby streetlight. He peered around the corner, hoping he might spot Ca.s.siopeia.
But all he saw were three men emerging from a parked car.
No light came on when the doors opened, which caught his interest.
They were beyond the museum entrance, a good fifty yards away from where he stood, hidden by the night.
The tight cl.u.s.ter of dark figures stepped onto the sidewalk, walked without a sound to the museum entrance, and tested the iron gate.
"Around back," he heard one of them say in English. "She"s definitely here. Get the stuff, just in case."
Two of the men retreated to the car, where each removed an oversized canister. Together the three headed to the nearest corner and turned right. Malone figured there must be another way into the building-from the rear, the next block over. So he crossed the street and decided to approach from the opposite direction.
Ni stood in the darkness, beyond the garden of the Dries Van Egmond Museum, Pau Wen beside him. They"d made the journey from the countryside to Antwerp, parking several blocks away and a.s.sessing the building from the rear. Pau had brought one of his men, who"d just reconnoitered the darkness.
The man reappeared and whispered his report. "A woman is near the building, about to break inside. Three men are approaching from the far end of the street."
Pau considered the information, then mouthed, Watch the men.
The shadow hustled off.
Their position was adjacent to a drive that ran behind the museum, between the buildings on the next block over. A small graveled parking lot stretched the length of a row of tall hedges that separated the garden from the drive. An open gateway, framed by ivy, led into a courtyard, surrounded on three sides by the museum. Ni tried to focus, but other images floated through his mind. None good. Men speared with arrows. The bound man being shot in the head. He told himself that, at least for the moment, he was again on the offensive. Pau appeared to be helping, though Ni remained highly suspicious.
Three forms appeared, two of them carrying containers. They disappeared through the portal into the rear yard.
"Vitt has returned for the lamp," Pau whispered. "But Tang has come, too."
"How do you know that?"
"There is no other explanation. Those men work for him."
Another form appeared, this from the opposite direction. A solitary man. Tall, broad-shouldered, hands empty. He entered the garden, too. Ni wished for more light, but the moon was gone and all that stretched before them was a dense band of darkness.
"And who is that?" he asked Pau.
"An excellent question."
Malone had added up his suspicions and now he knew. The three men were tracking Ca.s.siopeia. Two of them wore ski masks over their heads and black clothing, tight over lean bodies, gloves and dark shoes on their hands and feet. The third man was dressed in dark clothing as well, but a jacket and trousers. He was shorter, a bit stouter, and seemed in charge. He carried a small device in one hand, which he kept at his waist, following its lead.
Ca.s.siopeia had been electronically tagged.
He wondered if she knew.
The leader motioned and they picked their way through the dark, hurrying toward a set of gla.s.s doors that opened onto a terrace. Ivy veined the building"s rear faade. Malone imagined that when this was once a residence, the terrace had been a gathering spot to enjoy the garden. Interestingly, unlike the front entrance, these rear doors were not barred. Perhaps that was more of Stephanie"s intervention. Amazing what a few Russians coming around could do.
The leader reached through a shattered pane in the door and opened the latch from the inside, apparently just as Ca.s.siopeia had done.
The three disappeared inside.
Malone walked between the soft fragrances and muted colors of the flower beds, toward the doors.
He found his Beretta.
TWENTY-SIX.
GANSU PROVINCE, CHINA.
Tang tapped the keyboard, entering a pa.s.sword that completed the video connection. He preferred cyber-communication to face-to-face meetings. If performed with the right encoding, security was nearly foolproof. Unless one of the parties to the conversation allowed a violation.
But that wasn"t a worry here.
All of the partic.i.p.ants were sworn by oath, bound by the brotherhood, each a loyal and dedicated member of the Ba.
He stroked the touch pad, and the laptop"s screen divided into ten panes. A man"s face appeared in each, bearing features of the Han Chinese, all of them in their fifties like himself. They served in diverse areas. One was a judge on the Supreme People"s Court. Several were respected department heads. Two were generals in the military. Three were members of the all-powerful Central Committee. They"d risen in rank, just like Tang-steadily, unnoticed-and served as Ba division leaders. Men who supervised other brothers, scattered throughout the national and local governments and the military. Their total numbers were limited, little more than two thousand, but enough to accomplish their goal.
"Good day," he said into the laptop"s microphone.