From a chance comment by the Key Rabbit some time ago, we knew that the throne room was locked at sunset, and nobody but the duke was allowed to enter. Li Kao’s torch flickered palely in the darkness, and I heard the clash of weapons and the heavy tread of the soldiers who patrolled outside the golden doors. Then the storm passed as swiftly as it had come, and the wind drew the clouds as though opening curtains in front of the rising moon, and light poured through the windows. I gasped in horror and stopped dead in my tracks.
The Duke of Ch’in was seated upon his throne, and the terrible mask was glaring straight at us.
Li Kao continued to trot ahead without a care in the world. “Don’t worry, Ox, it’s just an empty shell,” he said reassuringly, and when I forced my feet to move again I saw that he was right. Moonbeams stretched out like pale gold fingers and reached through the eyeholes in the tiger mask and touched the back of the throne. It was just a mask and a long cloak of feathers propped upon a light metal framework.
“Well, Ox, we have a promise to keep before we can worry about ginseng roots,” Master Li said. “That means that we have only a few hours to find the feathers of the Kings of Birds, the golden crown, and the Princess of Birds. We’ll also need the key to a casket, so let’s get started. The first time you hit the duke with that axe, it bounced right off him. Do you remember where the blade struck?”
I reached out toward three tiny white feathers that were woven into a cloak of feathers.
“Feathers that stop axes?” I whispered. “Master Li, are these the feathers of the Kings of Birds?”
“We’ll soon find out,” he said. “Try to pull them out.”
The feathers could not be pulled, and they could not be cut, and Li Kao’s torch couldn’t even scorch them. He opened shells in his smuggler’s belt and handed me three trinkets. I placed the tiny tin flute upon an arm of the throne with trembling fingers, and I reached out to the cloak.
“Snowgoose returns the flute in exchange for the feather,” I whispered, and the first feather slid from the cloak as smoothly as straw sliding from warm butter. I placed the crystal ball upon the arm of the throne.
“Little Ping returns the ball in exchange for the feather,” I whispered.
The second feather slid out as easily as the first. I placed the little bronze bell upon the arm of the throne.
“Autumn Moon returns the bell in exchange for the feather,” I whispered, and the third feather practically jumped into my hand.
Li Kao put the feathers in his smuggler’s belt.
“The rest of it isn’t going to be so easy,” he said grimly. “We’re going to need help, so let’s go find it.”
We waited for the tide to go out. Then we jumped back down into the pool and Li Kao retraced our steps through the labyrinth. The rope and hook had held, and I hauled us up the stone chimney to the cave. Then we used the ropes and hooks to swing back down the side of the cliff to a sea that had calmed enough to allow me to swim across the bay to the city.
The greatest pleasure city in the world was coming to life. Laughter and oaths and the cheerful sound of smashing wine jars followed us through the streets, and lurching merrymakers swarmed around us, but we shoved them aside and hurried on. We climbed a wall to a small garden. The guard dogs knew us well, and after a few pats they made no objection when we climbed through a window. Sometimes one can find help in the strangest places, such as a modest little house where a meek little man and his gloriously greedy wife were enjoying a rare evening of domestic tranquility.
“Boopsie!” Lotus Cloud yelled happily, and the Key Rabbit screamed “Ghosts!” and dived beneath the bed.
The View Through a Half-Closed Eye
It took some time to persuade the Key Rabbit that we had really survived the terrible plague of ten thousand pestilential putrescences, but when we coaxed him out from under the bed, we made quite a happy little family group. He was even inspired to bring jars of wine from his meager cellar, and we sat around the table sipping wine and nibbling grapes. When the little fellow’s long nose had stopped twitching in terror, Li Kao said as gently as possible:
“Lotus Cloud, will you catch your husband before he hurts himself? You see, Ox and I have decided to assassinate the Duke of Ch’in.”
Lotus Cloud grabbed the Key Rabbit just before his head hit the floor. After several applications of smelling salts he was able to sip some wine, and color began to return to his face.
“You are going to help us,” said Master Li.
Lotus Cloud grabbed her husband in the nick of time, and I ran for more smelling salts.
“Feel better?” Master Li said sympathetically when the Key Rabbit had regained some color. “Perhaps I should begin by explaining why the duke deserves to be assassinated. It all begins with a charming story that Lotus Cloud is sure to enjoy, because it involves the handsomest god in Heaven and the most beautiful girl in the world.”
“And her wicked stepmother!” Lotus Cloud said, with shining eyes.
“Oddly enough, the wicked stepmother doesn’t appear. I can’t imagine why,” Master Li said thoughtfully.
“Thank goodness!” the Key Rabbit exclaimed. “Wicked stepmothers terrify me. Come to think of it, most things do,” he added sadly.
Li Kao played the host and refilled our wine cups and then he followed Henpecked Ho’s account almost word for word as he told the tale of the Star Shepherd and the Princess of Birds. No one could ask for a better audience than Lotus Cloud, who hopped up and down in excitement when the August Personage of Jade placed the crown upon the head of Jade Pearl, and who wept for joy when the princess stepped from the beautiful Bridge of Birds and ran to the arms of the Star Shepherd. It didn’t take a genius to see that my darling Lotus Cloud was daydreaming that she could be the most beautiful girl in the world, and become a goddess who could climb to the stars.
“And they lived…” Master Li refilled his cup. “No, I am sorry to say that they did not live happily ever after. You see, there was a slimy fellow who wanted to live forever. He learned that if he stole something that belonged to a god he would never age so long as he possessed it, and that he would be invulnerable if the wisest man in the world, the Old Man of the Mountain, removed his heart. So he set a trap for the most innocent and gullible deity that he could find, meaning Jade Pearl, the Princess of Birds.”
“Oh no!” Lotus Cloud cried.
“Oh yes,” said Master Li. “She had three handmaidens who were as innocent as she was. The slimy fellow bought three marvelous trinkets from the Old Man of the Mountain, as well as three feathers that precisely resembled the feathers of the Kings of Birds. Then he disguised himself as a lame peddler and he approached the handmaidens with some sort of tale—he worshipped the princess from afar, for example and would give anything to own something that she had touched—and he offered to give one small favor. Simply substitute the feathers in his hand for the feathers on Jade Pearl’s crown, and bring the real ones back to him.”
“They would never do such a thing!” Lotus Cloud said indignantly.
“Did the girls know that the feathers on the crown were important?” the Key Rabbit wondered.
“The Key Rabbit has put his finger on it,” Master Li said approvingly. “The handmaidens didn’t know that the feathers were those of the Kings of Birds, and one should remember this was a thousand years ago, when feathers were used to decorate headgear of all sorts, including crowns. Why should it be a terrible crime to substitute new decorations for old ones? Besides those trinkets were truly irresistible. But the handmaidens were firm on one point. The peddler must swear a binding oath that if for any reason the princess wanted her old feathers back, he must return them in exchange for the trinkets. Of course, he took no chance of that happening. One by one they returned with the feathers, and one by one he handed them the trinkets, and one by one he stabbed them to the heart.”
Lotus Cloud began to cry. “Poor girls,” she sniffled. “Poor faithless handmaidens.”
“Tragedies terrify me!” the Key Rabbit wailed.
“I’m afraid that it gets worse,” Master Li sighed. “The slimy fellow returned to the Old Man of the Mountain, who removed his heart. Now he was invulnerable, and so long as he held the crown, he would never age. As the centuries passed he bought many secrets from the Old Man of the Mountain, and his power grew. And you, my dear Key Rabbit, know him better than any of us, because he became the Duke of Ch’in, and he has been sitting upon the throne ever since, concealed behind a golden mask.”
I grabbed the Key Rabbit in mid-fall, and Lotus Cloud waved smelling salts.
“The same duke through the centuries!” he gasped when he had recovered. “One thing I beg of you. Do not force me to see the face behind the mask, for it must be the most terrible face in the world!”
“Well, maybe not, because we are talking about a very unusual man,” Master Li said thoughtfully. “He burned the books of China and massacred millions to erase all records of the Princess of Birds, but why did he bother? She had already passed from the protection of Heaven, so millions died for no good reason whatsoever. He built a castle with thirty-six imperial bedrooms to confuse assassins, but the assassins couldn’t harm him because he was invulnerable. He lives only for money, but does he guard his hoards with iron vaults and armies? He does not. He guards them with labyrinths and monsters that might have come from children’s books, and while the monsters are frightening, they are not very effective. Buddha, any half-witted staff sergeant could plan better defenses!”
“Do you think that he is crazy?” Lotus Cloud whispered.
“Oh, not at all,” said Master Li. “This is a fellow who arranged things so that anyone who went after him would have to wander through the landscape of a homicidal fairy tale, which makes no sense if you think of him as a great and powerful ruler, but which makes perfect sense if you think of him as he once was: a cowardly little boy lying in bed at night starting in terror at every noise and seeing monsters in every shadow. He grew older, but it can scarcely be said that he grew up, because he was so frightened at the thought of death that he was willing to commit any crime, and even to lose his heart if it would keep him from the Great Wheel of Transmigrations. There is one more thing about the Duke of Ch’in that is perhaps the strangest of all.”
Li Kao reached into his belt and pulled out the gems that I had picked up along with the casket: a diamond, a ruby, a pearl, and an emerald. He placed them upon the table.
“Key Rabbit, look at this stuff,” he said. “We have been talking about a little boy who lives only for money yet he employs you as Assessor of Ch’in. You are forced to impose his fines, and collect his share of every transaction, and accompany him on tax trips and determine what every village owes. Night after night he forces you to stay in his treasure chambers and count every penny of his loot. The mysterious Duke of Ch’in, who lives only for money, has arranged matters so that his Assessor must spend far more time with it than he does. Peculiar, isn’t it?”
“Lotus Cloud was right. He’s crazy,” I said firmly.
“As a matter of fact, he isn’t,” Master Li replied. “You see, everything would fit neatly into place—the money, the monsters, the labyrinths and other trappings of fairy tales, the lack of sensible precautions and the ridiculous precautions where none are needed—if the right kind of face were concealed behind a mask. Suppose that hiding behind a terrible snarl of a tiger….”
Master Li leaned forward. His voice was hypnotic, and his eyes were cold as a cobra’s.
“Was the face of a frightened rabbit,” he whispered.
Li Kao’s eyes had warned me to leap, and all I needed to know was where. I smashed the Key Rabbit to the floor, and Li Kao’s hands darted out and snatched a chain and jerked a key up over the Key Rabbit’s head. We had once become entangled in that chain, and at the end of it was a key that was shaped like a flower, with sixteen tiny points. Li Kao pulled a golden casket from beneath his tunic. A casket that contained the heart of the Duke of Ch’in, and that was secured by a pressure lock shaped like a flower, with sixteen tiny slits. Each point had to fit into each slit with precisely the right amount of pressure, and Li Kao’s forehead wrinkled with concentration as he applied the key to the lock.
Lotus Cloud, who was not the screaming type, was screaming her head off, and outside in the garden the dogs were going insane. When I lifted from the floor I was not riding upon the back of a man, but on the back of a snarling, clawing tiger.
I was in the best position that I could manage, with my arms wrapped around the tiger’s throat and my teeth buried in the fur on its neck, and we went bounding around the room while Master Li struggled with the lock, and I am alive today because the Duke of Ch’in was unquestionably the stupidest of all the pupils of the Old Man of the Mountain. When he discovered that he was not dislodging me as a tiger he transformed himself into a serpent, and then into a wild boar, and then into an enormous spider, and all the while I was praying: “August Personage of Jade, cleanse this idiot’s mind of all memory of scorpions!” I could almost feel the lethal tail whipping around to impale me like a bug. “Wipe his brain of all images of porcupines, cacti, quicksand, and carnivorous plants!” I don’t know whether or not the August Personage of Jade had anything to do with it, but certainly the duke wasn’t reading my mind at the moment because he obligingly transformed himself into a crocodile. Unfortunately, the lashing tail knocked Li Kao beneath a heavy table that collapsed on top of him, and the casket and the key went spinning across the floor. I spat out a mouthful of tiger fur, boar’s bristles, spider hair, and crocodile scales.
“Lotus Cloud, open the casket!” I yelled.
The Duke of Ch’in transformed himself into a giant ape. We went bounding around the room again while Lotus Cloud, her eyes glazed with shock, slowly reached down toward the casket at her feet. Then the duke transformed himself into a boulder. We crashed to the floor, and the huge heavy thing slowly rolled over on top of me. I gasped for breath while a pair of pink-rimmed Key Rabbit eyes appeared in the boulder. A pair of Key Rabbit lips opened, and piece of the rock quivered like a long twitching nose.
“I can grow heavier,” the duke giggled. “Heavier and heavier and heavier.”
The breath was being squeezed out of me, and my ribs were cracking. I could see Li Kao wrestling with the heavy table, and Lotus Cloud dazedly trying to fit the key into the lock. The top of her tongue protruded from between her lips, and she looked for all the world like a little girl who was tying to thread a needle for the first time. Above me the pink-rimmed eyes were glittering, and I realized that sheer terror was driving the Duke of Ch’in to the edge of insanity, as it had done so often in the past.
“I shall hang you and the old man in a cage beside my bed,” he whispered. “My dear friends shan bsiao shall rip your flesh with their claws and beaks, and your flesh will grow back, and the claws and beaks shall rip again, and your screams will soothe me to sleep at night, and thus you will spend eternity.”
I had no breath left. The room was swimming before my eyes, and my ears were throbbing with hurtful heartbeat sounds. The boulder grew heavier and heavier, and I could stand it no more.
Lotus Cloud screamed. She screamed so piercingly
that a thin porcelain bowl broke in half. The open casket fell to the floor, and a wet throbbing heart lay sickeningly at her feet.
In an instant the boulder had become the Key Rabbit and he frantically tried to reach his heart. I clung to his ankles with the last bit of strength that I had, and he wailed in fear as he slowly dragged me across, the floor. The Key Rabbit’s hand reached out, and Lotus Cloud watched him with eyes that were wide with horror. Then that marvelous girl reached down and scooped up the slimy thing at her feet, and she wound up in the manner of a peasant girl who had been the terror of crows, and she hurled the heart on a dead line across the room and through the window to the garden. The hysterical guard dogs descended upon the heart of their master.
The Key Rabbit stood quite still. Then he slowly turned to his wife, and he reached out with a strangely tender gesture, and his lips parted. I will never know what he wanted to say. The flesh withered upon the face of the tyrant who had given his name to China, and I stared at the clean white bones of a skull, and then the bones themselves dissolved into the dust of centuries, and an empty robe slowly floated down and settled limply upon the floor.
I managed to crawl over and lift the table from Li Kao, and he staggered to his feet and dived for the wine jar.
“The Yama Kings have been waiting a long time, and I would imagine that the Duke of Ch’in is receiving a rather warm welcome in Hell,” he said when he came up for air.
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