Red Phoenix

by Kylie Chan

  Leo’s grin widened. ‘Nope.’

  ‘Bastard,’ I hissed under my breath.

  ‘I heard that, my Lady,’ Leo said loudly with relish.

  ‘You two can have this out later in the training room with weapons of choice,’ John said. ‘But no chi. One hole in the wall is quite enough.’

  He saw my reaction and waved me down. ‘And that is an order, as Master to student, Emma. Take it into the training room. Leo.’

  ‘My Lord?’

  ‘I don’t know how much you heard while you were eavesdropping in the hallway…’

  Leo opened his mouth to protest, and John continued, ignoring him.

  ‘…but we are moving the Celestial Wudangshan Academy here to Hong Kong while we rebuild. The Disciples will live in my building in Happy Valley, and training will take place in the building on Hennessy Road.’

  ‘That’s a brilliant solution, sir,’ Leo said with admiration.

  ‘It was Emma’s idea.’

  Leo glanced sharply at me. I shrugged.

  ‘How old are the students you’ve been teaching?’ John said.

  ‘Kids,’ Leo said. ‘Some of them don’t have much of a home life. I teach them the Arts, it gives them some direction and discipline. I feel I’m giving something back, I’ve gained so much here.’

  ‘Are any of your students suitable to replace you?’ John said. ‘A young man or woman with strength and integrity, who has the talent to go far? I could take them as a student here and bring them on, and they could be ready to help guard Simone after both you and I are dead.’

  ‘Geez,’ I said softly.

  ‘The students on the Mountain are quite old, Emma,’ John said. ‘They must be at least sixteen, and I prefer them to be either eighteen or twenty-one, whatever the majority is in their home state, when I take them. Having a younger student come here to learn directly from me would be ideal.’

  ‘I’ve had a young man in mind for a while,’ Leo said. ‘Very young, very talented. American like me, half-Chinese, but his Chinese father took off and left him and his mother alone. Been drifting, a bit lost, if you know what I mean. I think he’d be perfect.’

  ‘Is he free to take up duties with us and live-in?’ John said. ‘Would his mother mind?’

  ‘I think his mother would be thrilled to have him off the streets.’

  ‘Straight?’ I said.

  Both of them stiffened. ‘What does that have to do with anything?’ Leo said sharply.

  ‘Nothing at all. I’d just like to know.’ ‘Straight,’ Leo said suspiciously.

  ‘How old is he?’ I said pointedly, and now they could see where I was going. John glanced at Leo.

  ‘Fifteen,’ Leo said. ‘I hadn’t thought of that. Maybe I should ask around my other friends instead.’

  ‘No, bring him in,’ John said. ‘Let me see him anyway. First impressions are important. If he’s your first choice, then he is worth looking at.’

  The ceiling was very low in the dim bathroom. I wiped my hands on the towel and turned around.

  An enormous black snake, at least half a metre across, writhed across the shower cubicle and down the wall towards me. I couldn’t see the head, but I didn’t bother looking for it. I didn’t scream. I just ran.

  I threw the door open, charged out, and slammed it shut again. There was a jade bolt on the door and I pushed it into the frame. But jade was really brittle, and if the snake wanted to come out it could.

  I ran out of my room and tore down the dark hallway.

  I woke up gasping.

  CHAPTER THREE

  John poked his head around my bedroom door. ‘Simone’s asleep. Want to come with me to check the work at Hennessy Road?’

  I pulled away from my computer. ‘Sure.’ I gestured towards the book in his hand. ‘How far did you get?’

  He opened the book and held it at arm’s length to read it. ‘Eeyore losing his tail.’

  ‘Now you know why she called her little donkey Eeyore.’

  He grinned. ‘I didn’t realise Taoism had penetrated Western society at such an early date. Certainly when I was in England in the twenties, nobody had heard of the Tao.’

  ‘I don’t think the Taoist references are deliberate, the author was just a very wise man.’ I pulled my copy of The Tao of Pooh from the shelf above my desk and tossed it to him.

  He caught it easily, then opened the book and held it away to read it.

  ‘Holy shit,’ I whispered. I worked it out. It was May now; only four months since Kwan Yin had last fed him energy, but he’d been severely drained when the demons attacked us in Guangzhou a few weeks ago.

  ‘John, could you call Leo silently for me, please?’ I asked.

  He glanced up from the book, concentrating. Leo appeared in the doorway behind him. ‘Yes, my Lady?’

  ‘Do you have your reading glasses, Leo?’

  Leo pulled his small round reading spectacles out of his breast pocket. ‘Yeah, why?’

  ‘Give them to Mr Chen.’

  ‘No,’ John said.

  I rose and leaned on my desk. ‘John, you look mid-forties. Is your human form mid-forties?’

  ‘I am four and a half thousand years old.’

  ‘No, John. Does your human form have the characteristics of a man in his mid-forties?’

  John glanced at the glasses in Leo’s hand, then down at the book. He took the glasses from Leo and slipped them on, then looked at the book in his hand. His eyes widened. He removed the glasses, looked at the book, then put the glasses back on. ‘No.’ He sagged, took the glasses off again and handed them back to Leo.

  ‘It’s only four months since you saw the Lady,’ I said.

  ‘Oh my God,’ Leo said softly.

  ‘Do we need to take you back now?’

  ‘No,’ John said. ‘This is just the human form slipping from my control. I am becoming more human as I lose energy and my characteristics as a Shen fall away.’

  ‘Don’t risk it, John. If you’re running low on energy we’ll go to Paris.’

  ‘I’ll last a couple more months,’ he said quietly. ‘We’ll go in July or August, just before Simone starts school.’

  I pushed away from the desk. ‘Okay. Thanks, Leo. Now let’s go check on the work at Hennessy Road.’

  ‘Am I all right to drive?’ John said. ‘I don’t want to risk you.’

  ‘I don’t wear the glasses to drive,’ Leo said. ‘It’s only things close up you need them for.’

  ‘Damn,’ John said softly.

  ‘I’m surprised you haven’t complained of headaches from the eye strain,’ I said. John’s face was miserable.

  ‘Healing himself.’ Leo sighed with exasperation. ‘Take him down to Central tomorrow to buy some reading glasses before he wastes all of his energy.’

  ‘We’re going to Hennessy Road right now. Can you guard Simone for us?’ I said.

  ‘Sure.’

  I stopped in the doorway. ‘How come you wear reading glasses, Leo? You’re too young to need them yet, aren’t you?’

  ‘It’s ‘cause I’m such a brainiac,’ Leo said.

  John drove in silence along Magazine Gap Road towards Admiralty. The city lights glittered between the trees. He carefully negotiated the winding turns as we went down the steep hill.

  ‘It’s not that big a deal,’ I said.

  He didn’t reply.

  We meandered through the highrises and took the overpass into Garden Road. Old Government House sat on the left, empty now that there was no Governor. The Chief Executive chose not to live there because of the poor fung shui. The towers of Admiralty loomed above us, still bright with office lights.

  ‘John.’

  He ignored me.

  ‘John, you just need to guard your energy. Be careful. If you want to go to Paris sooner, tell us.’ I turned in my seat to see his face. It was rigid with control.

  He turned into Queens Road, four lanes both ways and still full of buses and taxis. He pushed his way through
the stop-start traffic onto Hennessy Road, then eased into one of the dark, narrow side streets to enter the building’s car park. One of the demon guards smiled, opened the door and waved us in. A large sign next to the entrance warned that it was private parking only.

  The Hennessy Road building was perfect for our purposes. It had been built in the mid-seventies, and the external walls were covered with tan tiles. Each floor was about two hundred square metres, and there was a floor of shops on the ground level, with two basement car park levels. We’d kept the shops; they provided the building with camouflage. A fashion boutique and a stationery shop leased the ground floor units, both run by friendly Shen who lived as humans.

  There was only one van left in the car park; all the other human workmen had gone home. John didn’t even bother parking in a space; he just left the car in the middle.

  After we’d climbed out of the car I stopped him with my hand on his sleeve. ‘Are you embarrassed about needing glasses?’

  He sighed with feeling. ‘It was one thing having clothing bought and made. It was another dealing with human weaknesses and needs. But this…’ He pulled his arm away, turned and looked into my eyes. ‘This is my effectiveness as a warrior. If I can’t see well, how can I defend you and Simone?’

  ‘Okay,’ I said. ‘Easy. If you closed your eyes and worked blind, what’s the highest level of demon you could take down?’

  ‘I could take down the King himself without needing to see.’

  ‘How many Snake Mothers could you take down blind?’

  He smiled sadly. ‘You’re right, Emma. You’re always right. I don’t need my eyes.’

  ‘See? It’s not that big a deal. And when we’re in Central tomorrow, you are not going to give me a hard time. Instead, you are going to sit quietly and let them test your eyes.’ ‘Yes, ma’am.’

  ‘Now let’s see Gold about your Academy.’ He turned and gestured for me to lead. ‘Our Academy, Emma.’

  ‘Do you have any idea how good that sounds?’ He grinned. ‘Yes.’

  Gold met us at the lift lobby, smiling and jolly as ever. He wore a tan polo shirt and a pair of tan slacks, setting off his golden-brown hair. ‘Come up to the fifth floor. We’re nearly finished there.’

  Like most Hong Kong buildings, the Hennessy Road tower didn’t have a fourth floor. ‘Is there a fourth floor at all?’

  ‘Nope, fourth is skipped,’ Gold said. ‘Do you want to renumber the floors? We can have the lifts altered.’

  ‘Not worth the effort,’ I said. ‘And when we have Western kids coming in, they’ll learn that “four” sounds like “death” in Cantonese, so it’s bad luck.’

  We exited the lift at the fifth floor. The lobby was plain brown tiles, with a single door leading directly ahead.

  ‘This will be a training floor,’ Gold said. ‘Two training rooms, ten by twelve metres each. For large classes of juniors.’

  We went through the door to a small hallway with two more doors. Gold opened the one on the left and guided us in. There were several workmen still there.

  ‘And I said to that fucker, you watch your shit, because if you don’t, you’ll find it shoved up your ass—’ The workman speaking saw us and fell silent.

  ‘They’ve nearly finished painting the ceiling,’ Gold said. ‘After that we can put the mats in, and the lowest ten floors will be ready for the juniors to commence training.’

  John dropped to one knee and inspected the mats piled in the corner. How many Immortal Masters have returned?

  All but three, my Lord, Gold said. They are in the Western Palace, ready to assist in moving the students down here when Bright Mansions is ready.

  ‘Are the workmen human?’ I whispered.

  Yes, Gold said. Can you understand them?

  ‘What? You mean they’re speaking Cantonese and I can understand them?’

  Gold grinned. ‘Good. It’s working. And it’s Fukien, not Cantonese.’

  I had a sudden evil idea, and called out to the workmen. ‘How long before you’ll finish painting the ceiling?’

  They stared at me with their mouths open. One of them snapped out of it. ‘About an hour, miss.’

  ‘Thanks.’ I turned to Gold. ‘What’s next?’

  ‘We’ll meet with Jade in the sixth-floor common room and talk about the budget.’

  ‘Oh, damn. Budgets.’

  ‘Miss?’ one of the workmen called.

  I turned back to them. They grinned at me. ‘How come you can understand our dialect?’

  ‘Magic.’ I grinned back. ‘Come on, let’s talk to Jade and have this over with. I hate dealing with accountants.’

  After Jade had gone, I tapped the papers into a stack. ‘I need a folder to put all this stuff in.’

  A black manila folder materialised in front of me. ‘Thanks, Gold.’

  I leaned on the table and looked at John. ‘You’ll need to rewrite the orientation material. The students will probably appreciate some information on the new location, and they’ll need help adjusting to life in Hong Kong.’

  Gold grinned broadly. John glared at him. ‘What?’ I said. Neither of them spoke.

  ‘You’d better tell me before I start shouting, guys.’

  Gold gestured towards John. John grimaced. ‘Gold has been harassing me to write orientation material for years, and I’ve never done it. No time. But nobody else can do it; it has to be me.’

  ‘That’s his Lordship’s decision, not mine,’ Gold said, his boyish face cheeky. ‘I think anybody could do it. But the Dark Lord disagrees.’

  ‘I’m the only one with the expertise to prepare the material,’ John said. ‘Nobody else has the knowledge to do it. Not even you, Gold.’

  ‘John, after we’ve been to Central tomorrow, we’ll sit down together, and you can tell me what you want to say, and I’ll write it,’ I said. ‘We can do it together.’

  John hesitated, then put his hands out. ‘Oh, all right. You’re the only one with the brains to do it anyway.’

  Gold’s face lit up with a wide grin of triumph, making him look even younger, barely out of his teens.

  Three days later we sat together in the dining room at the Peak for a follow-up.

  ‘Do we have a nomination for a chair for the meeting?’ Gold said.

  ‘No, we don’t,’ I said. ‘And if you pull that “voted and seconded” and “minutes of the last meeting” crap ever again, I’ll take your head completely off. I don’t have time—I have an assignment due next week, and Simone’s only going to sleep for about half an hour.’

  John made a soft sound of amusement. I ignored him.

  ‘Very well, my Lady,’ Gold said, unfazed. ‘First matter: housing the Disciples in Happy Valley. About a quarter of the flats are vacant now, but we need to make arrangements for who goes where.’

  John explained. ‘The barracks on the Mountain housed a large number of juniors together with a senior supervising: standard military style. As they moved up through the ranks they received more private accommodation. We can’t do that here; the walls have to stay put, they’re supporting walls.’

  I flipped through the papers in my black folder. ‘I don’t have a copy of the floor plan, Gold. Do you have a spare?’

  Gold waved one hand and a floor plan appeared in front of me. ‘Thanks. Four three-bedroom, four two-bedroom units to a floor. That’s nineteen to a floor with one supervisor. Too many; we need a common area and some study rooms.’ I thought for a moment.

  ‘You think so?’ John said.

  ‘What we’ll do is give the supervisor one of the three-bedroom units, make the other two bedrooms study areas, and the living room a common room for all of them.’ I scribbled on the paper in front of me. ‘How many students to a floor?’

  ‘Seventeen students, one supervisor to a floor,’ Gold said. ‘Twelve floors will handle two hundred and four. Enough.’

  ‘What’s the cube root of six thousand, seven hundred and fifty-three?’ I said.

  ‘To how ma
ny decimal places?’ ‘Ten.’

  ‘Eighteen point nine zero one six one five one five eight—’

  ‘Stop. How come you can do that?’ ‘Do what, my Lady?’

  ‘I’ve noticed that. You can do enormous sums in your head.’

  ‘Not in my head, and it’s part of my nature, my Lady. Can we return to the logistics of the accommodation? I’d like to finish it before Simone wakes and starts pestering you.’

  ‘Simone can go to Leo,’ John said.

  ‘Use your super Shen mega-powers, John, and see that Leo’s taken Monica out to the market,’ I said. ‘When Simone wakes up she’ll be right in here annoying us.’

  ‘Mega-powers. You make me sound like something out of a Japanese superhero show.’

  ‘You are ten times weirder than anything on those shows, and that’s saying something.’

  Gold grinned. ‘Even the Beetle Boys?’

  ‘It’s close, but even them.’ I checked my notes. ‘Okay, junior Disciples, twelve floors. How about we give the seniors their own units, or let them share? Is that acceptable?’

  ‘Quite acceptable,’ John said. ‘It will be smaller than the Mountain, but that’s Hong Kong.’

  ‘How many floors, Gold?’

  ‘Probably about ten; plenty of room.’

  ‘There will still be room for you and Jade?’ John said.

  ‘Yes, my Lord. That leaves the top four floors.’

  ‘The mortal human Masters can go there,’ John said. ‘I’ll take the walls out; they’re not supporting walls at the top. We’ll make some big penthouses for them.’

  ‘I’ll get right onto it,’ Gold said. ‘I’ll move in some tame demons to clean up the empty units and prepare them. Next item.’ He checked the agenda in front of him. ‘Armoury. My Lord?’

  ‘That’s your area of expertise, John.’

  John sighed, pulled his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. ‘Only a handful of the most robust Celestial Weapons made it. Some of them are very special. I don’t like the idea of them staying on the Mountain without the Celestial Masters to guard them.’

  ‘Do we have room here for them?’ I said. ‘The seals are set. The answer is: yes,’ John said. ‘Gold.’

  ‘My Lord.’ Gold nodded and scribbled some notes. He glanced up at John. ‘Seven Stars?’