His daughter stood frozen, clutching the handrail, a look of horror twisting her mouth and eyes. The maid, Agnes, had disappeared upstairs – he heard her wailing. His son lay in a widening pool of blood near the body of the smaller constable whose arm Thomas had mangled.
He crossed the lobby in a single leap and pressed his paws on his son’s still form. He reached deep with his mind, down through the earth, to pull up enough power to heal the damage in his son’s chest, knit the sinews and flesh back together, and make it whole beneath the black pads of a dire wolf’s paws.
Long moments passed. No one made a sound.
When it was done, he allowed the power within the earth, the Great Mother, to change him back into his human self, clothed now in the tatters of his uniform, kneeling with his hands pressed onto his son’s back.
There was no movement. He crouched down, cursing his still-ringing ears, but when placing his head onto his son’s back, he felt it: a heartbeat.
Sobs shuddered out of Thomas. His son lay motionless but alive, and the sounds around him came as if from miles away. Mrs. Fotheringham staggered past, making for the back of the house. She slammed the door behind her. Marie slumped down on the wood staircase. After a long moment, Thomas looked up at her.
“We need to bring you to your daughter,” he said.
Marie shook her head, staring at her brother. “How?”
“Marie!” he said. “We must go. John will recover.” He wrapped his arms around his son, pulling his body up off the blood-slick tiles. Usually, after the change, Thomas felt renewed, energized; but trying to heal another always drained him. Now he felt cold and tired in a way that took him back to the day after Vimy Ridge, a victory that did not mean the end of anything. There was only hope in a new beginning.
He stood, raising John in his arms as he had years earlier. “We named her Marion.”
“Who?”
“Your daughter. Because she looks so much like you.”
Marie put a hand on the dark wood banister and pulled herself up. “What will we do?”
Thomas took a deep breath, listening hard outside. He could drive, but he had no intention of stealing the constables’ automobile. A borrowed boat, however, might be the best way out of the city.
“To the river bank. The Red flows north. Selkirk isn’t that far, and I can get help there.”
“Kipaapaa…” she said clumsily, wincing. Father.
“Shh.” He kissed her forehead. “Your mother would be proud of you.”
Together they bore John out the open front door, into the deep indigo of summer twilight.
Art by Jennifer Cruté
結草銜環
(Knotting Grass, Holding Ring)
by Ken Liu
* * *
1645
Yangzhou, Jiangsu Province, China
The proprietor of the Three Moons Teahouse brought Green Siskin and Sparrow upstairs to a private suite, where six men were seated around the table.
Through the open window, Sparrow saw a gentle spring rain fall upon the bustling streets of Yangzhou, where laborers and soldiers rushed to reinforce the city walls. “That’s a lovely waist,” said the man seated at the head of the table as he contemplated Green Siskin. He was dressed in a brand-new-looking red battle cape, and Sparrow guessed that he was an army captain.
Green Siskin smiled seductively at him and glided gracefully to the silk-covered bench next to the window. While the captain continued to admire her form with drunken eyes, Green Siskin nodded at Sparrow, who hurried over with her pipa and then retreated to a corner of the suite, where she tried to make herself inconspicuous.
Two weeks ago, the last time she had gone with Green Siskin on a client visit, Green Siskin had complained to Big Sister Magpie:
The guests pay for a certain vision of class, not her muddy shoes and floor-scrubbing fingers constantly on display!
Sparrow’s ears grew hot. Of all the girls at the Songbird Garden, Green Siskin was the meanest, and yet Sparrow also craved her affection the most.
Sparrow’s stomach growled, and she stared at the rich spread on the table with longing: sugared lotus seeds, water chestnuts marinated in wine, salt-boiled peanuts, frozen sweet tofu, salted meat dumplings… Ever since the Manchus had laid siege to the city, most everyone at the Songbird Garden had been making do with small rations of plain porridge and moldy, pickled vegetables. What real food could be obtained was reserved for the leading girls like Green Siskin.
“Captain Li, a man of courage like you deserves the best girl the blue houses have to offer!” one of the other men – by his luxurious robe, a salt merchant – said as he refilled the captain’s cup with wine.
“Master Wen speaks the truth. A brave man must be served by a great beauty!” added another.
A third piped up, “A girl like that is only barely adequate, considering your, uh…” He stuttered as he tried to find a new word of praise. “Courageous bravery,” he finished lamely.
Listening to these men vying to flatter the officer, Sparrow wanted to laugh. She suspected that the soldiers commanded by Captain Li were quartered at the houses of the merchants, who were unhappy with the way the rowdy men made a mess of their beautiful mansions. They had pooled their money to hire Green Siskin, the most popular girl at the renowned Songbird Garden, to entertain Captain Li so that he would rein in his men.
“General Li,” Green Siskin said, her voice as silky and melodious as her namesake, “Do you have a favorite tanci story?”
“That’s Cap–” one of the man started to say, but he yelped as Wen stepped on his foot under the table.
“I guess I look like a general to her!” Captain Li laughed.
“Sometimes fools speak truths!” Wen said. “Maybe you’ll be promoted after the Manchu barbarians cower before your might!”
Captain Li shook his head humbly, clearly enjoying himself. Sparrow marveled at Green Siskin’s skill. Her “mistake” had done more to put Captain Li in a good mood than all the unimaginative, repetitious flattery from the five merchants.
Green Siskin was so clever, so pretty, so admired by all the clients. But Green Siskin had never had a kind word for Sparrow. Back when Sparrow was a little girl, Green Siskin had convinced Big Sister Magpie that there was no need to waste money and time to pretty Sparrow up. Best to just leave her feet unbound so that she could run up and down the stairs and perform menial tasks for the other girls.
“I’m just a rough soldier,” Captain Li said. “I know nothing about tanci. Why don’t you just tell a story you like?”
Green Siskin nodded and held up the pipa in her lap. “Since we’re on the topic of generals and beauties, how about I entertain the honored guests with the tale of General Wei Ke and the concubine he saved?”
“Oh, this sounds like a good story,” Captain Li said.
Green Siskin smiled and began to sing as she plucked a lively melody:
King, duke, general, minister of state,
Beggar, monk, thief, woman from a blue house,
Here’s a tale your sad pity to arouse:
Who kens the ways of unknowable Fate?
She paused, cradled the pipa, and spoke, her voice and gestures animated:
“Let’s go back to the days before the Emperors, when all the states were vying for dominance during the Spring and Autumn Period. When Minister Wei Chou of Jin was sorely ill, he summoned his son, Wei Ke, and said to him:
If I should die, my child,
Do not bury my favorite concubine with me.
Still young, with a heart mild,
She deserves to live out her days sitting by the sea.
“And Wei Ke, being an obedient son, said yes.”
“Was the concubine as pretty as you?” interrupted Captain Li. “That ancient custom is a bit harsh, but if she was I’d certainly want her with me always.” He laughed.
The other men joined in and all said they’d do the same.
Sparrow shuddered, thinkin
g about being led into a dark tomb and then having the heavy stone doors shut and sealed behind her. The laughter of the men frightened her. Good thing that Minister Wei was more kind-hearted than these men.
“I’m but a lowly girl of the blue houses,” said Green Siskin, her expression placid. “How dare I compare myself to a beloved concubine of the House of Wei?”
“Continue,” said Captain Li, draining his cup. The merchants promptly fought over who got to refill it.
“Minister Wei’s illness worsened. He summoned Wei Ke again, and said:
When I’m dead, my child, bury my favorite concubine with me.
For in my stone tomb I shall be lonely without her by my knee.”
“Ah, I knew the old man would come to his senses,” said Captain Li.
Sparrow shook her head. Why did Green Siskin have to pick such a morbid story?
Green Siskin continued as if he hadn’t said anything. “But Wei Ke buried his father alone, and allowed the concubine to remarry.”
“He disobeyed his father’s wishes?” Captain Li’s face, red from the alcohol, was incredulous.
“How unfilial!” said one of the merchants.
“A man lacking in virtue,” assented another.
“A woman like me can’t comment on virtue, of course,” said Green Siskin, “Many in the State of Jin did criticize Wei Ke for his disobedience, but he was unperturbed. He said, ‘When my father spoke to me the first time, he was still alert. But when he spoke to me the second time, he was so ill that he no longer knew what he was saying. I respected his true wishes. Virtue is a matter of many mouths, but what is right exists only in my heart.’ ”
“A pretty piece of sophistry.” Captain Li humphed.
Green Siskin plucked a few notes, signaling a transition. “A few years later, the State of Qin invaded Jin, and Wei Ke was appointed commander-in-chief to defend his homeland. When the Qin and Jin armies met at Fushi, the Qin champion, a man by the name of Du Hui, challenged Wei Ke to single combat on the field.
“Now this Du Hui was a giant. He was eight feet tall and his eyes blazed like a demon’s. His fists were the size of copper pots, and he wielded an axe that could lop off a horse’s leg at a single stroke.”
“Sounds like a copy of you, Captain Li,” said one of the merchants.
“Don’t you mean ‘General Li’?” said another.
Captain Li waved impatiently at them to be quiet.
Green Siskin went on. “Wei Ke fought valiantly, but Du Hui was so fierce that Wei Ke’s arms began to feel numb from fending off the heavy blows. He had to retreat, and Du Hui pursued closely.
“Soon, the two came to a hill covered in long grass. As the two ran up the hill, Du Hui stumbled. Seizing the opportunity, Wei Ke turned and engaged Du Hui again, and managed to behead him this time.
“After he had a moment to collect himself, Wei Ke saw that the grass around Du Hui’s feet was all tangled and knotted, as though someone had set a trap. He looked up and saw a mongoose dashing away, fading into the sea of grass.
“That night, as General Wei Ke slept in his camp, he saw an old man in his dream.
“ ‘Who are you?’ asked Wei Ke.
“ ‘I’m the dead father of your father’s concubine. To thank you for sparing my daughter’s life, I asked to return to this world as a mongoose to give you what little aid I could.’
Our every act has its echo in time,
Karma turns the wheel, be mindful of your climb.”
Green Siskin strummed the pipa a few times to emphasize the end of her story.
Captain Li seemed to awaken from a dream himself. “A pretty tale well told.”
Green Siskin smiled in thanks.
“Let’s drink in memory of honorable General Wei Ke.”
The merchants were about to join in with a chorus of how “General Li” was even more honorable when the proprietor of the Three Moons opened the private suite door and rushed to Captain Li’s side to hand him a note.
“Official business,” said Captain Li. “Gentlemen, I regret to say that I must leave immediately.”
“But Captain, you’ve barely had time to sample the delights this girl has to offer,” said one of the merchants, no doubt thinking of all the money they had spent to hire Green Siskin. Then he timidly added, “I hope it’s not the Manchus doing more mischief?”
“Don’t be alarmed,” said Captain Li, as he made his way unsteadily to the door of the suite. “Yangzhou has already withstood their siege for seven days, and I don’t think that barbarian brute Dodo has the stomach to stay here much longer. Grand Secretary Shi Kefa has pledged that as long as he remains alive, he will allow no harm to come to any citizen of Yangzhou. I pledge to all of you the same.”
The captain disappeared down the stairs, and the merchants, after a moment of silence, began to fuss and complain.
“An uncultured man indeed,” said one. “He didn’t even know how to use the finger-cleaning bowl properly! I hope the Manchus go away soon so that we don’t have to deal with these illiterate peasant soldiers any longer.”
“Really, they’re barely better than criminals,” added another.
“Why would anyone join the army unless he had no other skills?” asked a third.
Impulsively, Sparrow said, “Captain Li is fighting to protect all of us. I think he’s very brave even if he has rough manners.”
The merchants seemed startled to realize she was still in the room.
“This must be a first,” sneered Wen. “A whore is lecturing me about virtue and respect.”
“Honored masters,” said Green Siskin, “forgive the rash and ignorant girl. Women like us really can only admire virtue, of which we obviously possess none. But there is the little matter of the rest of my fee.”
* * *
Sparrow, running besides the palanquin and struggling with the weight of Green Siskin’s luggage, whispered at the palanquin’s window. “Sorry! I just couldn’t hold my tongue.”
From within, Green Siskin lifted the curtain over the window and said curtly, “Don’t worry about Big Sister Magpie. I’ll deal with her.”
Sparrow was relieved. Part of her job was to make sure the clients paid. Magpie believed the Songbird Garden needed to maintain a certain decorum, and so it was unseemly for the client to haggle with the girl they ordered directly. A servant like Sparrow, however, could threaten to make an embarrassing scene in front of a crowd, if necessary.
But after Sparrow’s outburst, the annoyed merchants had insisted that they would not pay for a full day and night, and they were beyond caring about embarrassment at a time like this. It had taken Green Siskin a lot of work to soothe them and get paid for at least the day.
“Thanks,” Sparrow said, out of breath. At moments like these she was glad that her feet were not bound. No one was going to carry her around; that was for sure.
“You’d probably mess up the explanation anyway,” added Green Siskin, “and get us both in trouble.”
Sparrow’s face flushed. Every time she thought Green Siskin was softening towards her, she would say something to shatter that illusion. It was like she went out of her way to make sure Sparrow knew she didn’t like her.
Still, she liked talking to the older girl, who always said things no one else would say. “Hey, Green Siskin,” Sparrow whispered next to the window so that the palanquin carriers would not overhear, “can I ask you something?”
The curtain did not lift. “What is it?”
“Do you really think the Manchus will take Yangzhou?”
For a few moments, silence. Then: “You better hope not. Women generally don’t fare well when cities fall, and women like us do especially poorly.”
“Grand Secretary Shi Kefa promised we’d be safe though.”
A cold chuckle. “Men make promises they break all the time. We were promised a full fee. Do you have it?”
Sparrow felt the light heft of the purse attached to her sash. Why can’t Green Siskin just say so
mething to make me feel better? “But there are so many soldiers in the city, and I saw them hauling those Western-style cannons through the streets the other day–”
“Do you think Yangzhou is better defended than Beijing?”
Sparrow had no response to this. The unimaginable had happened just last year, when the Manchus took Beijing and the Emperor had hanged himself. The new Ming Emperor was now hiding in Nanjing, across the Yangtze to the south. The Manchus had announced they were going to conquer all of China, and so far, no one had been able to stop them.
She changed the subject. “Do you really believe in Fate and… coming back after you’re dead?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know, like the tanci story you told today? How things will balance out and good deeds will be rewarded?”
“That’s just a story.”
“I know, but… there are so many people here, and most of them have never done anything really bad. They pray to their ancestors and Guanyin or Laojun or Christ. They’ve never had anything to do with the Manchus. Some deity, or maybe Fate, will surely protect them? Otherwise it would be so unfair.”
Green Siskin sighed. “Don’t be stupid. I was five years old when my father was exiled and I was sold. What did I have to do with my father’s crimes? You were just a baby when those men stole you from your parents – you don’t even know who they are or where they’re from – and sold you to Magpie. What about life is fair?”
“Maybe not in this life, but like your story, there’s a next life… you really don’t believe in it?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t mind coming back my next life as a real bird. I’d always have plenty to eat and I could fly away if things went wrong. But who can ever confirm that actually happens? What does it mean to ‘believe’ in something you can’t see or touch? I believe in gold and jewels; I believe in making clients happy so they’ll pay me more; I believe in saving up enough to buy myself from Magpie. Oh, never mind. You’re wasting my time with this maudlin prattle–”
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