“I think maybe it’s a little late for that,” Rob said, speaking for the first time. “Wouldn’t you say?”
It was at that moment that Xiaoling lunged at me. Rob had moved over toward Dr. Xie, who appeared to be edging toward the door. In an instant Xiaoling was holding me with a knife at my throat. I knew how proficient Golden Lotus was with that weapon. Dr. Xie tried to edge his way behind Xiaoling, but there was no room to do so.
“Don’t move a muscle, Lara,” Rob said.
“I won’t,” I croaked. That was easier said than done, of course. My legs had turned to mush. The only thing holding me up was Zhang’s grip. The room was absolutely silent for a moment except for the chirp of crickets.
“I have nothing to do with any of this,” Dr. Xie said. Xiaoling gave him a look of pure contempt.
In a louder tone, Rob spoke out. “Do you have the shot?”
“I do,” said a voice not that far away.
“Zhang Anthony,” Rob said in a voice I hadn’t heard from him before. “You see that red dot of light on your son’s skull? It’s a laser. The gun where the light originates is held by an extremely proficient marksman with the Ministry of Public Security by the name of Liu David. That red dot is exactly where the bullet will penetrate your son’s brain.
There is no chance he will survive it, believe me. I suggest you exercise a little parental discipline and make your son drop that knife and release Ms. McClintoch.“
I suppose Anthony did what he was told even if I couldn’t understand what he said. He may even have spoken in English, but I was too terrified, trying so hard not to move, to know. One fact that did get through to me, though, was that his son wasn’t for taking advice from his father. “The Ministry of Public Security?” he said in perfect English, a sneer on his face. Then he said something in a louder tone in Chinese. “In case you foreigners are wondering, I have offered a considerable sum of money to this person Liu to let me leave. Given that the ministry is corrupt, I expect he will accept. Now I am going. I am taking this woman with me.”
Xiaoling took a step backward. I felt the knife pull against my neck. Then a shot rang out, and Zhang Xiaoling was no more. Rob caught me before I hit the floor.
A few hours later, Rob and I were sitting on a stone bench in the Zhang family’s gorgeous garden. Even in winter, it was beautiful. The compound was awash in police, all directed by Liu David. While I was the one who had insisted upon getting out of the house, my teeth were chattering as much from nervous energy as the temperature. Rob had his arm around me very tightly. He kept clenching and unclenching his jaw. “Stop that,” I said. “You’re going to crack your fillings. If you think today was bad, just wait for the root canal.” It was a feeble attempt at levity to be sure, but you have to do something to take your mind off how close you have just come to oblivion.
Epilogue
I went to the tree in the peony garden that Number One Sister described and began to dig. After much effort, I still could not find Lingfei. I knew what I must do.
It was then that I had a tomb built for Number One Sister. I decorated it lavishly with paintings of her life. I had carved out of granite a coffin for her, and a tablet inscribed in her honor to remember her. Into the coffin I put robes suitable to her status in the Imperial Palace. The proper ritual, the summoning of the cloud soul, was observed so that her soul might rest, and an impressive funeral procession was arranged to accompany the hearse. I burned a great deal of paper money in the tomb to speed Lingfei on her way, and I put many beautiful objects of gold and silver, pearls, and jade in the tomb for her use. I left many terra-cotta servants and musicians, a veritable Pear Garden Orchestra, to sustain her. I also had three silver boxes made by the finest silversmiths in Chang’an, each one made by a different artist to my specifications so that no one would know the whole story of Lingfei’s work. Into the smallest I put the lock of Lingfei’s hair I had taken so long ago. I left it with her. The ghost that was haunting the harem was seen no more. I wrote a poem the day before I buried Lingfei. It was a poor effort, unworthy of her, but it expressed my heartbreak. It too is in the tomb with her.
Tomorrow in the gray dawn I will lay you to rest.
Peonies bloom, but there is no one to share them.
Snow blankets the courtyard, but there is no one to savor it.
The drifting scent of patchouli haunts me.
The breeze tinkling through the jade speaks your name.
I am an old man now, infirm and lonely despite sons and grandchildren who treat me with respect. Number One Son is a mandarin, Number Two a eunuch. Number Two Son has perhaps even more influence than I ever had, as eunuchs have been put in charge of the workings of the Imperial Palace. I listen with interest to their stories of intrigue.
More often than not, I sit in the gazebo in my garden. Hanging there are several pieces of jade that tinkle in the wind, ling, ling, ling. The jade is there to remind me of my sister, beautiful Lingfei. I tell my grandsons that brigands lurk in the bamboo forest on the edge of our domain, and that a ghost, a woman with fiery eyes and disheveled hair, haunts the well. Sometimes when I hear the sound the wind makes as it rattles the bamboo, I think it is a message from Number One Sister. I miss her still.
* * *
Zhang Xiaoling paid poor farmers the equivalent of sixty-five dollars a night to rob the tomb of Lingfei, imperial concubine and alchemist. And not just Lingfei’s. Where hers was located was a large burial area that contained at least a dozen tombs, almost all of them looted to some degree or another. Her tomb was not too far from Hua Shan, partway, in fact, between two T’ang capitals, Chang’an and Luoyang.
Sixty-five dollars could be pretty close to the annual net income of these extraordinarily poor people, so I guess it’s hard to blame them. Still, there was a real cottage industry going for a while, with many people in the area participating. I’m not sure the powers that be care what motive drove these people to rob the tombs, because it is possible that several of them will be executed.
Authorities were taken to the tomb by Anthony. The portable objects were gone, and all that was left was the sarcophagus, a large stone plaque that tells a rather sad story, placed there by someone by the name of Wu Yuan, and some extraordinary frescoes that in all probability illustrate the life of Lingfei. They show her in the imperial gardens, playing in an orchestra, tending to the sick, and yes, up there hovering over a mountain with the Jade Women. It’s hard to imagine what life in the imperial harem would be, even under a relatively benevolent ruler like Illustrious August. It was logical, I suppose, to build her tomb not far from Hua Shan, home to the Jade Women, guardians of alchemists. The sarcophagus was opened, but there was no skeleton inside, just a few scraps of silk cloth that may have been her robes. I’m told that there may never have been one, that her body was not found, but rather a ceremony called “summoning the dead” was performed in the absence of a body.
I think Burton had relatively little trouble uncovering the Xi’an part of the operation. I think, and in fact Liu David has confirmed, that there were all kinds of rumors circulating in the antique markets of Xi’an that there was a massive looting operation going on. It’s hard to keep that scale of operation secret, particularly outside the big cities where people keep track of their neighbors. A few strong young men are hired, they head out at night, and all of a sudden these young men, who spend a lot of time sitting idle during the day, have a lot more money than they used to, knockoff designer duds, a computer maybe, a big TV. Figure it out! Whatever they’re doing, it is unlikely to be legal. That, in fact, is why Liu David was in Xi’an, to try to get a handle on the rumors, doing officially what Burton was doing for himself.