Part 1 (2/2)

Feng supposed them conspirators of some sort.

Had he known they were Tervola he would have fainted. Barring the Princes Thaumaturge themselves, the Tervola were the most powerful, most cruel men in all s.h.i.+nsan, with h.e.l.l's mightiest devils running at their heels....

Waking, following his faint, Feng probably would have taken his own life. These Tervola could be conspiring against no one but the Princes Thaumaturge themselves. Which made him a rat in the jaws of the cruelest fate of all.

But Feng suspected nothing. He performed his part without trepidation.

The first to arrive was a man who wore a golden mask resembling both cat and gargoyle, chased with fine black lines, with rubies for eyes and fangs. He went over the chamber carefully, making sure there would be no unauthorized witnesses. While the others arrived and waited in silence, he worked a thaumaturgy that would protect the meeting from the most skilled sorcerous eavesdroppers. When he finished, the room was invisible even to the all-seeing eyes of the Princes Thaumaturge themselves.

The sixth arrived. The man in the gargoyle mask said, ”The others won't be with us tonight.”

His fellows didn't respond. They simply waited to learn why they had been summoned.

The Nine seldom met. The eyes and spies of the Princes and uninitiated Tervola were everywhere.”We have to make a decision.” The speaker called himself Chin, though his listeners weren't sure he was the Chin they knew outside. Only he knew their ident.i.ties. They overlooked no precaution in their efforts to protect themselves.

Again the five did not respond. If they didn't speak they couldn't recognize one another by voice.

It was a dangerous game they played, for imperial stakes.

”I have located the woman. The child's still with her. The question: Do we proceed as planned? I know the minds of those who can't be with us. Two were for, one was against. Show hands if you still agree.”

Four hands rose.

”Seven for. We proceed, then.” Behind ruby eyepieces Chin's eyes sparkled like ice under an angry sun. They fixed on the sole dissenter present.

A link in the circle was weakening. Chin had misjudged the man behind the boar mask. The absentee negative vote he understood, accepted, and dismissed. Fear hadn't motivated it. But the Boar... .The man was terrified. He might break.

The stakes were too high to take unnecessary chances.

Chin made a tiny sign. It would be recognized by only one man.

He had convened the Nine not for the vote but to test the Boar. He had learned enough. His decision was made.

”Disperse. The usual rules.”

They didn't question, though meeting for so little seemed tempting Fate too much.

They departed one by one, reversing the process of entry, till only Chin and the man who had been signaled remained.

”Ko Feng, our friend the Boar grows dangerous,” Chin said. ”His nerve is failing.

He'll run to one of the Princes soon.”

Ko Feng, behind a bear mask, had presented the argument before. ”The cure?” he asked.

”Go ahead. What must be, must be.”

Behind the metal Bear, cruel lips stretched in a thin smile.

”He's Shan, of the Twelfth Legion. Go now. Do it quickly. He could spill his terror any time.”

The Bear bowed slightly, almost mockingly, and departed.

Chin paused thoughtfully, staring after him. The Bear, too, was dangerous. He was another mistake. Ko Feng was too narrow, too hasty. He might need removing, too. He was the most ambitious, most deadly, most coldhearted and cruel, not just of the Nine, but of the Tervola. He was a long-run liability, though useful now.

Chin began to consider possible replacements for the Boar.

The Nine were old in their conspiracy. Long had they awaited their moment. For centuries each had been selecting eight subordinates carefully, choosing only men who could remain loyal to the ultimate extremity and who would, themselves, build their own Nines with equal care.Chin's First Nine had existed for three hundred years. In all that time the organization had grown downward only to the fourth level.

Which was, in truth, a fifth level. There was a higher Nine than Chin's, though only he knew. Similar ignorance persisted in each subsidiary Nine.

Soon after the Bear's departure Chin faced another door. It was so well concealed that it had evaded the notice of the others.

It opened. A man stepped through. He was small and old and bent, but his eyes were young, mischievous, and merry. He was in his element here, conspiring in the grand manner. ”Perfect, my friend. Absolutely perfect. It proceeds. It won't be long now.

A few decades. But be careful with Nu Li Hsi. He should be given information that will help us, yet not so much that he suspects he's being used. It's not yet time for the Nines to become visible.”

Chin knew this man only as the master of his own Nine, the world-spanning Master Nine, the Pracchia. Chin, perhaps, should have paid more attention to the old man and less to his problems with his own Nine. Evidence of the man's true ident.i.ty was available, had he but looked for it.

”And the child?” Chin asked.

”It's not yet his time. He'll be protected by The Hidden Kingdom.”

That name was a mystery of the Circle of which Chin was junior member. Ehelebe.

The Hidden Kingdom. The Power behind all Powers. Already the Pracchia secretly ruled a tenth of the world. Someday, once the might of s.h.i.+nsan became its tool, Ehelebe would control the entire world.

”He'll be prepared for the day.”

”It is well.”

Chin kept his eyes downcast, though the ruby eyepieces of his mask concealed them.

Like the Bear, he had his reservations and ambitions. He hoped he hid them better than did Ko Feng.

”Farewell, then.” The bent old man returned to his hiding place wearing an amused smile.

Moments later a winged horse took flight from behind The Yellow-Eyed Dragon, coursed across the moon into the mysteries of the night.

”Lang! Tarn!” she called. ”Come eat.” The boys glanced from their clay marbles to the crude hut, crossed gazes. Lang bent to shoot again. ”Lang! Tarn! You come here right now!” The boys sighed, shrugged, gathered their marbles. It was a conundrum.

Mothers, from the dawn of time, never had understood the importance of finis.h.i.+ng the game.

There in the Yan-lin Kuo Forest, astride s.h.i.+nsan's nebulous eastern border, they called her The Hag of The Wood even though she hadn't yet reached her twentieth birthday.

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