The boy hesitated, then nodded.
"Good." He studied the boy a moment, aware all the time of how closely the tutor was watching him. "Then let me outline what I want from you. I have a file here of R & D projects undertaken by the late Head of SimFic, the traitor Berdichev. Some are quite advanced, others are barely more than hypothesis. What I want you to do is look at them and assess—in your considered opinion— whether they can be made to work or not. More than that, I want you to find out what they could be used for."
He saw the boy frown and explained. "I don't trust the labels Berdichev put on these projects. What he says they were intended for and what their actual use was to be, were, I suspect, quite different."
Again the boy nodded. Then he spoke.
"But why me? And why keep these things secret from the Marshal?"
Li Yuan smiled. It was as they'd said; the boy had a nimble mind.
"As far as Marshal Tolonen is concerned, these things do not exist. If he knew of them he would have them destroyed at once, and I don't want that to happen."
"But surely your father would back you in this?"
He hesitated; then looking at the official sternly, he said, "My father knows nothing of this. He thinks these files have already been destroyed."
T'ai Cho swallowed and bowed his head. "Forgive me, Highness, but. . ."
"Yes?" Li Yuan kept his voice cold, commanding.
"As I say, forgive me, but. . ." The man swallowed again, knowing how much he risked even in speaking out. "Well, I am concerned for the safety of my charge."
"No more than I, Shih T'ai. But the job must be done. And to answer Kim's other question—he is, in my estimation, the only one who can do it for me."
Again T'ai Cho's head went down. "But, Highness. . ."
Li Yuan stood angrily. "You forget yourself, T'ai Cho!" He took a breath, calming himself, then spoke again, softer this time. "As I said, I, too, am concerned for Kim's safety. Which is why, this very day, I interceded on the boy's behalf."
He picked up the warrant and handed it to T'ai Cho, seeing his puzzlement change to a bewildered horror. The blood drained from the man's face. T'ai Cho bowed his head low, one trembling hand offering the warrant back. "And you had this rescinded, Highness?"
"Not rescinded, no. Postponed. Kim lives because I wish him to live. My father has made him my responsibility. But I am a fair man. If Kim does as I wish—if he comes up with the answers I want—then I will tear up this document. You understand, T'ai Cho?"
T'ai Cho kept his head lowered. "I understand, Highness."
fei YEN was sleeping when he came in. He stood above her, in partial darkness, studying her features, then turned away, noting her discarded riding clothes there on the floor beside the bed. He undressed and slipped into the bed beside her, her body warm and naked beneath the silken sheets; he pressed up close, his hand resting on the slope of her thigh.
In the darkness he smiled, content to lie there next to her. He was too awake, too full of things, to sleep; even so he lay there quietly, mulling things over, comforted by her warmth, her presence there beside him.
He understood now. It was only natural for her to be jealous. It was even possible that some strange, feminine instinct of hers had "known" about his earlier relationship with the girls.
He closed his eyes, listening to her gentle breathing, enjoying the sweet scent of her, the silkiness of her skin beneath his fingers.
After a while he rolled from her and lay there, staring up through layers of darkness at the dim, coiled shape of dragons in the ceiling mosaic, thinking of the boy. Kim was promising—very promising—and he would make sure he got whatever he needed to complete his work. And if, at the end of the year, his results were good, he would reward him handsomely.
That was a lesson he had learned from his father. Such talent as Kim had should be harnessed, such men rewarded well, or destroyed, lest they destroy you. Control was the key. Directed interest.
He stretched and yawned. He had not felt so good in a long time. It was as if everything had suddenly come clear. He laughed softly. It made him feel wonderful—hugely benevolent.
A smile came to his lips as he thought of the thing he had bought Fei Yen that very evening, after he had come from the boy. A thoroughbred, an Arab stallion bred from a line of champions. Its pure white flanks, its fine, strong legs, its proud, aristocratic face—all these combined to form an animal so beautiful that he had known at once she would want it.
He had had it shipped directly to his stables here at Tongjiang. He would take her first thing in the morning to see it.
He smiled, imagining the delight in her face. Beside him Fei Yen stirred and turned onto her back.
He sat up, then turned, looking down at her. Slowly, carefully, he drew back the sheet, letting it slip from her body, exposing her nakedness. For a while he simply looked, tracing the subtle curves of her body, his fingers not quite touching the surface of her flesh. So delicate she was. So beautiful. A perfect sculpture of the living flesh.
Wake up, he thought. Wake up, my love. But the wish was unrequited. Fei Yen slept on.
He lay there a while longer, unable to relax, then got up and put on his robe. His desire had passed the point where he could lie there and forget it. He went into the marbled bathroom and stood there in the shower, letting the cold, hard jets of water purge him.
He stood there a while longer, mindlessly enjoying the flow of water over his limbs. It was lukewarm now, but still refreshing, like a fall of rain, clearing his mind. He was standing there, his arms loose at his sides, when she appeared in the doorway.
"Yuan . . . ?"
He looked up slowly, half conscious of her, and smiled. "You're awake?"
She smiled, looking at him. "Of course. I was waiting for you."
She slipped off her robe and came to him, stepping into the shower beside him, then gave a small shriek.
"Why, Yuan! It's freezing!" She backed out, laughing.
He laughed, then reached up to cut the flow. Looking across he saw how her skin was beaded with tiny droplets.
"Like jewels," he said, stepping out.
She fetched a towel and knelt beside him, drying him, tending to him obe-
diently, as a wife ought. He looked down, feeling a vague desire for her, but he had doused his earlier fierceness.
She stood to dry his shoulders and his hair, her body brushing against his, her breasts and thighs touching him lightly as she moved about him. Turning from him she went to the cupboards, returning a moment later with powders and unguents.
"A treat," she said, standing before him, the fingers of one hand caressing his chest. "But come, let's go into the bedroom."
She laughed, then pushed him through the door before her. It was a raw, strangely sexual laugh, one he had not heard from her before. It made him turn and look at her, as if to find her transformed, but it was only Fei Yen.
"I've missed you," she said as she began to rub oils into his shoulders, his neck, the top of his back. "Missed you a lot." And as her fingers worked their way down his spine he shivered, the words echoing in his head. "Like breath itself, my husband. Like breath itself. . ."
six HOURS LATER and half a world away, in the Mids of Danzig Canton, Marshal Tolonen was standing in the main office of the newly formed Wiring Project. He had seen for himself the progress that had been made in the three days since he had last visited the laboratories. Then there had been nothing—nothing but bare rooms—now there was the semblance of a working facility, even though most of the equipment remained in cases, waiting to be unpacked.
Tolonen turned as Administrator Spatz came hurriedly into the room, bowing low, clearly flustered by the Marshal's unannounced arrival.