Jake Maroc - Shan Part 28

"I did not know that you were married." Zilin was appalled at the barbarism of his own people. But then he should not have been surprised. He had been witness to plenty of the aftermath of the b.l.o.o.d.y and bitter civil war. Somehow, though, this one pathetic creature, caught between two warring sides through none of her own doing, affected him more deeply than the rest.

Perhaps it was because the gross injustice of his situation served as a powerful metaphor for the madness that drove countrymen against their brothers. Of a sudden, he was aware of just how monstrous was this game in which he had chosen to play. "If you had only told me," he said weakly, "I would have dispatched men to see to her safety."

Huaishan Han turned away. "It was not a time when I could think of her, s.h.i.+ tong zhi. I had my job to do. It was dangerous, this double game, and I found all my mind concentrated on placing one foot in front of the other in the dark, making my way in the tunnel down which you and Mao tong zhi sent me."

He turned back to Zilin. "Considering your own personal circ.u.mstances, I think you of all people can understand that."

It had not been meant as anything other than a compliment, a show of the degree of intimacy of their friends.h.i.+p, but this statement cut Zilin to the core. It was true. He had abandoned Athena and the baby Jake as well as his mistress, Sheng Li, and their child who would, inadult life, take the name Nichiren. All for the sake of protecting China, of carving out for it the proper future. He had sacrificed everything for his devotion to his country.

Zilin looked at his friend and said, "I do not recognize that uniform."

"It is of the Public Security Forces," Huaishan Han said, the pride returning to his voice. "Lo Juiqing has put me in charge of the Peking district bureau."

"The secret police," Zilin said.

"That is how I came to find Senlin, my friend. Our internal forces are powerful now. Our strength is growing every day. I sent my people out to find her and find her they did." He turned and his voice changed. "Senlin! We must go now."

Zilin watched her as she rose. She handed him the empty cup, then bowed to him quite formally.

After they had gone, Zilin sat at his desk. The lines of calligraphy swam in front of his eyes. He tried to concentrate on them but could not. Instead, he saw Senlin's hands as they gripped the white porcelain cup: her long palm, the slender fingers, so delicate and white as powder. Only their nails, cracked and bitten to the quick, marred their transcendent beauty.

When he next saw her, her nails had grown out. And they had been worked on by an expert. They were glossy with lacquer and as gently curved as a swan's neck.

"I don't know what to do with her," Huaishan Han said. They had come to Zilin's for dinner. Leaving the womenZilin had invited a female acquaintance over as well as another couple in order to get away from four, an evil number in Chinese numerology the two men had made themselves comfortable in Zilin's study. The third couple, who had a newborn infant at home, made an early departure.

"What is the problem?"

Huaishan Han smoked a thin black cigarette of Russian manufacture. He had a habit of flicking it even when there was no excess ash. But then Huaishan Han, in Zilin's opinion, was a rather high-strung individual who rid himself of excess energy through his work. When he was between a.s.signments and merely doing the drudgery of paperwork he was difficult to be around for long. As now.

He rose and began to pace back and forth across the deep wine-colored carpet. "The problem is Senlin. Frankly, she's not the woman whom I left when I went to war."

"She has been through a lot," Zilin advised. "Why don't you give her some time."

"Time!" Huaishan Han snorted. "I don't have time. There is far too much to do already. My head is filled with my work. Important work, mind you! I cannot have these constant interruptions at home."

"Mmmm. What kind of problems?"

"The doctors. Tests. Reports. Interviews. Buddha alone knows what else." Huaishan Han delivered this last in quick staccato bursts, as if his anger and frustration was making him tongue-tied. Through all of this he continued to prowl the room like a caged tiger.

"What, precisely, is Senlin's problem?" Zilin asked.

"I don't know."

"Well, is it medical or emotional? What?"

Huaishan Han blew out a long cloud of smoke. His breath hissed like that of a great dragon's. "No one knows. Buddha, the doctors can tell me nothing. They've tried acupuncture, acupressure, herbs. It would take all night to list them."

"And Senlin?"

"You saw it yourself tonight at the table. She ate nothing at all. Didn't you think that odd?"

"She wasn't hungry."

Huaishan Han threw up his arms. "Buddha, she's never hungry! She drinks tea. But that is all she consumes."

"She is losing weight."

"What?" Huaishan Han puffed away like an engine. "Yes. Of course she is. What creature wouldn't?"

"She was already dangerously thin when you found her."

"Way below normal."

"Then, from what you've been telling me," Zilin said, "she should be dead by now." His friend stopped his pacing long enough to stare at him. "And yet she is not. Perhaps that is what the doctors seek an answer to."

"Whatever the question," Huaishan Han said, resuming his prowling, "they have found no answers. And time is running out."

"Why?"

"I have been given an a.s.signment of the utmost political importance by Lo tong zhi. It entails my leaving Peking." Huaishan Han ceased his pacing at last, perching on the arm of a carved wood chair. "I am going south, my friend. To Hong Kong and thence, perhaps, even to Taiwan. Guomindang agents emanating from the Nationalist regime in exile in Taiwan have been found to be infiltrating our military units.

Perhapsand this is Lo tong zhi's theoryeven our political bureaus." Huaishan Han's face was dark. "There may come a time when a purge will become a political necessity. When we will have to weed out the traitors from within our midst. And when that time comes, it will be our people who will find these vile traitors."

This was the second time that Zilin could recall his friend using the phrase our people. Huaishan Han was referring to the Public Security Forces. There was, Zilin thought, no more fervid ideologue than the converted one. Huaishan Han, once having made the jump from Nationalism to Communism, was now its most ardentand rigidenthusiast.

"I cannot leave Senlin at home alone."

"A nurse, perhaps. Or a female companion."

Huaishan Han shook his head. "Neither will do. I have no intention of making my wife into an invalid. I want no nurses around. As for a female companion, there is none that I know or trust sufficiently for the task."

"But surely she must have family."

"Naturally she does. But Senlin is a Soong a descended from the Soongs, so she tells me. There is not a Soong or a Kung of note left even on the island of Taiwan. They have all fled to America with their lives and their wealth." He shook his head. "There is no one." He stubbed out his b.u.t.t in an iron ashtray. "That is why I must ask you, my friend, if you will look after Senlin. I know that you are wise. If anyone can find out what is wrong with her I trust it is you."

Zilin said nothing. He had dreaded this moment from the time he became aware that Huaishan Han might ask this of him. The thought of having Senlin around the house a but there was no question of his answer. He could not refuse his friend. It would be impolite and worse, a slap in the face of their friends.h.i.+p.

Zilin at last nodded. "All right," he said.

Huaishan Han stood. He possessed a military bearing now that was unmistakable. To a politician such as Zilin, this was a disturbing sign. Politicians learned to use the soldier but never to trust him.

"What a great pleasure it is to look at this lake," Mao said.

He and Zilin strolled side by side along the bank of Kunming Lake. They were within the impressive precincts of Yiheyuan, the Summer Palace. This series of buildings, temples, pavilions, gardens, walkways and mounded islets eleven kilometers northwest of Peking had been built for the successive generations of Chinese emperors who felt theneed to abandon the heat and high humidity of the imperial city during the high summer.

"Even you, s.h.i.+ tong zhi, cannot know how many times Kunming has changed shape and size. Each dynasty had its complement of architect-landscapers who saw fit to redesign this lake over and over." Mao put his hands behind his thick back. "Yet here it still stands, its waters unchanged. There is, I think, a lesson to be learned from this spot on earth." He breathed deeply. "I often come here and gaze out upon the water. I let my mind wander, as if that way I may be able to discern all its previous shapes, all its previous lives." He shook his head. "Yet I find myself reluctant to absorb its message.

"China must change, s.h.i.+ tong zhi. And I have no illusions about that change. It will be painful and it will be b.l.o.o.d.y."

"It has already been b.l.o.o.d.y enough for me."

Mao gave one of his tiny enigmatic smiles. "Hus.h.!.+ That is not in the spirit of the true revolutionary, s.h.i.+ tong zhi. You have a heart that I find impenetrable. Death is part of change. In all upheavals in all true revolutions, s.h.i.+ tong zhiblood must be shed. The old must give way to the new; it is the blood of the old regime that enriches the earth that the revolutionary tills."

"Our revolutionaries wield guns, not plowshares."

Mao nodded. "For the time being that is so. And perhaps it will always be thus. Our enemiesnot ourselveswill determine that. China has been insulted enough by the unwanted presence of the imperialist barbarians. We will never again allow ourselves to become weak, a target for invasion. The Americans themselves have seen to it that I have an iron fist. They pour aid into Taiwan. They train Guomindang agents to infiltrate our Mainland society in an attempt to destroy us. I tell you they will not succeed!"

This interested Zilin since it paralleled his conversation with Huaishan Han. "You have been talking with Lo Juiqing."

"With Lo tong zhi, yes," Mao acknowledged. "And with Huaishan Han."

They paused at the apex of Mirror Bridge. Across the s.h.i.+mmering water they could see South Lake Isle with its paG.o.dalike Dragon King's Temple. The islet was connected with the sh.o.r.e by the stunning seventeen-arch bridge. The buildings, vermilion, turquoise, orange and verdigris green, rose up from the still blue waters across which white herons and egrets swooped in long, arcing dives. The birds skimmed the translucent surface of the lake, plucking thras.h.i.+ng fish, s.h.i.+ning silver and gold in the sunlight, from just beneath.

"There," Mao said, "you see how the birds feed there. That is how the imperialists have treated China. They have plucked from us our natural resources. For decades they have grown rich off our land, caring nothing for the suffering and poverty of our people."

Zilin thought of the succession of Chinese dynastic rulers who had done the same thing. But it was not his place to say such a thing. Besides, his mind was filled with what Mao had said just before.

"It is my belief that Huaishan Han received his orders from Lo tong zhi."

"Not for some months," Mao said. "What a find that man is! I really must congratulate you, Zilin. I have kept my eye on him ever since you brought him to the Ministry of Public Security. The man is fearlesshe proved as much to me during several missions."

"I knew nothing of these."

"Of course you didn't." Mao commenced to walk again and Zilin was at his side. "Internal security is not your province. Besides, I know that the firm hand I am forced to keep at home displeases you. Why then should I burden you with the details of such, er, unpleasant operations."

"What has Huaishan Han been doing for you?"

"Oh, he is part of the state machine," Mao said easily, "and you have heard me say more than once that the state machine is often an instrument for oppression."

"That is what concerns me."

"Why?" Mao asked. "Are you not also part of the state machine?"

Zilin made no reply. He was thinking of Huaishan Han's repeated references to "our people." Since Lo Juiqing had created the Public Security Forces within his ministry, they had grown in size and power far beyond Zilin's expectations. He said so now.

"Nonsense," Mao replied. "Our revolutionas all revolutions has sp.a.w.ned radical changes in our society. Of course there must be pockets of those who believe in the old ways. Of course there must be pockets of those who do not believe in the sweeping changes we have made and are continuing to make. And the tasks of regaining control of an economy destroyed by war and of establis.h.i.+ng a nationwide administrative hierarchy sensitive to Peking's desires only add to our burden. And then there is the external threat of the Nationalist-American alliance.

"Authoritarian methods are sometimes the only alternatives. Without them a country would collapse during periods of rapid social andeconomic change. Tell me, s.h.i.+ tong zhi, how else am I able to stabilize a country this vast under these circ.u.mstances?"

Zilin walked in silence, his head down. Lost to view were the magnificent paG.o.das and temples, shaded walks and whispering trees. He saw with his mind's eye that a cord linking modern China with her past had now been severed. He saw, too, what no one else did: that this separation was irreversible. China could never go back. There might be gainwould have to bein order to justify all that would be irrevocably lost. The old skills will wither and die away beneath the banner of the revolution, he thought.

When at length he looked up again he saw that these magnificent structures had been built by a people already alien to him. His heart broke in unutterable sadness.

"There is unhappiness in your eyes." she said. "And pain in your heart."

Senlin. Her name meant great forest, and in a very strange and compelling way it was apt, for Zilin felt lost when he was near her.

He was a man who had spent almost all his life developing a strategy adapted from that used by his childhood mentor, the Jian. The Jian had lived in Suzhou, a town of the most renowned and spectacular gardens. These yuan lin, which were in fact villas surrounded by gardens, were carefully tended, painstakingly built. The Jian lived in one such and slowly he revealed to the young Zilin the secrets of the yuan: how hills, ponds and the like could be fas.h.i.+oned by the hand of man to seem as confluent to the environment as if created by nature. This art of remarkable artifice, Zilin eventually discovered, could be translated to the world outside the yuan. One could become whatever one chose to be so long as one knew how to create the artifice appropriate to the circ.u.mstance.

Thus Zilin had eventually joined the Chinese Communist Party in order to fulfill his destiny as celestial guardian of China. His commitment to Communism was purely a pragmatic one. He had seen very early on that it was the concept behind which all of his countrymenso long wrapped up in petty internecine warfarecould unite in order to return control of China to the hands of its native sons.

To this endeven to have developed this strategy in the first place his qi was extremely powerful and well developed. It was his qi which allowed him to see into the very hearts of those around him in order to don his many disguises and thus get that which he wished.

Senlinthe great forestwas the one person with whom he hadcontact whose internal riddle he could not solve. This was at once a subject of concern and attraction to him. Compounding the enigma was the fact that he knew her own qi to be strong. He could in fact feel that hers was almost as powerful as his. Yet he was at a loss as to how it manifested itself. Few indeed would be the people who would see her as "strong." Certainly it was clear that her husband did not.

Then there were the incidentsincreasing in frequencywhen she was able to see through this meticulously constructed artifice. No one, not Athena or Mai, had been able to do that.

Now as they sat within his villa on a dark, still evening, she had done it again. Zilin had given up denying her insights. The first time he had done so, she had looked at him with her wide-apart ebon eyes and had said, "Is there a reason why you are lying to me?"

He had been astounded. But there was nothing but the simplest honesty in her voice and on her face. Like a child yet to be sophisticated by the adolescent and adult worlds, she had opened her mouth and said what was in her heart. Zilin was to recall that imagery with great clarity in the weeks to come.

For now, he said, "It saddens me to see what has become of us."

"I do not understand." She had the most endearing habit of canting her head to one side. Her thick black hair, gleaming richly in the lamplight, slid across her shoulder.

"Repression appears to be the only way in which to keep China functioning at the moment. The internal and external pressures are far too great for us to long tolerate. We have already gone through immense and painful political and social upheavals. My sense is that the agony for us is far from over. Many lives are yet to be lost. There is not yet enough blood spilled. How can the future dictate such cruelty when the present is so brutal."

Senlin, watching him in the pool of soft light, said, "Ask Buddha. In him we must seek our refuge."

"Unfortunately," Zilin said, "Buddha has no place in modern-day society."

"Is that what Mao tong zhi writes? If so you would be well rid of him. My husband as well." Abruptly she turned her head away. Shadows fell across her cheek, spilling downward like a river at night.

Zilin wondered what had made her break off so precipitously. Was it the realization of her antirevolutionary words or something else? He wondered what else Huaishan Han had not told him. His friend had lied to him about the source of his a.s.signment. He had mentioned Lo Juiqing by name when he had not had to. Why? Perhaps it wasonly for security reasons. That would be acceptable. And in all probability the notion would have successfully pacified Zilin had Huaishan Han's recent behavior remained the same. But the fact was that he was rapidly becoming unrecognizable as the man with whom Zilin had formed a bond on the slopes of Jinyun Shan.

Like the new China itself, Huaishan Han was hardening his heart. Donning the colors of the revolution he was striking out with Mao's gun in his curled fist, Mao's philosophy filling his head, to perform Buddha only knew what unspeakable tasks.

He is part of the state machine. Mao's answer to his question, offhand and evasive, stuck in Zilin's mind like a warning flag. Huaishan Han believed that what he was doing was making China a safer place in which to live. He might even be right a which was even more frightening. Because Zilin suspected that when Mao sent his friend abroad in the land, people died. Silently, swiftly, without even a ripple of comment, the instrument of oppression carried out his appointed commissions.

Does Senlin know what he does? Zilin wondered. Does she suspect what he has become?

He rose and went to the window. Outside he could hear a nightingale's iterative call. He inhaled deeply, scenting rain. It was still some distance away but it was coming. As he watched, the darkness came alive with the forked flicker of lightning. When the second outburst licked downward, he judged the distance.

*The rain will not last long," he said even as the first rumble of thunder echoed in the hills. "Tomorrow will be a fine day. Perhaps you will venture out." Except to see one doctor or another, Senlin never went outside the villa.

When she made no reply he turned from the window to contemplate her. You cannot remain in here forever, was what he should have said, but he could not bring himself to do so. It was something, perhaps, with which Huaishan Han would have scolded her. That Zilin would not do.

She was so frail looking. It seemed to him, watching her now in the soft lamplight, that her skin was as fragile as eggsh.e.l.l. Her luminous eyes regarded him without apparent emotion and, not for the first time, he found himself wondering by what magical art she was able to conceal the nature of her spirit from his probing powers.

"Huaishan Han told me several times before he left that you would not speak," Zilin said. "He feared there might be something wrong with you."

Senlin held out her hands palms up. Her crimson nails glittered. "There is a world here," she said softly, raising her right hand slightly. "And here"now the left"another."

"The doctors"

"The doctors enjoy enigmas," she said. "When they can find none to occupy their minds, they create them."

Zilin came away from the window and sat down next to her. "Do you mean, then, that there is nothing wrong with you?"