decided. After threatening Ju-Hai Chou, she had managed to turn the emperor’s scrutiny inward. At the same time, she had portrayed herself as the Divine One’s most loyal subject. Then, to protect herself further, she had shifted the focus of blame to the High Lord of Imperial Sacrifices, giving the Son of Heaven an easy target upon which to vent any anger he felt.
The most amazing thing of all, Batu thought, was that the Minister of State Security had managed to keep the motives for her actions completely disguised. The general was more curious than ever about the secret Ju-Hai Chou had been so afraid Ting would reveal.
After a moment of reflection, the Son of Heaven adjusted himself so that he was sitting erect and proud in his throne. “Minister Ting, we thank you for your suggestion,” he said, his voice betraying a hint of sarcasm. “We will investigate our rites to be sure they are performed in accordance with the Book of Heaven. Until we discover an inconsistency, let us assume the cause of our trouble lies elsewhere. Now”
A loud scream from the foyer interrupted the emperor’s words. Immediately, several guards leaned over the balconies above, training their weapons on the door. Heavy footsteps echoed through the room as other sentries rushed for the stairways. Like the guards, Batu’s first thought was of assassins, and he whirled to face the doors.
A moment later, the chamberlain entered the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Behind him, four guards carried the body of a small man dressed in a beggar’s robes.
The chamberlain bowed, saying, “A thousand apologies, Son of Heaven. The guards captured this vagabond trying to escape the grounds of the palace. Unfortunately, he threw himself on a sentry’s blade as we were bringing him to you.” The bureaucrat produced a leaf of folded paper. “He was carrying this.”
“Bring it here,” the emperor commanded, holding out his hand.
As the chamberlain’s footsteps echoed across the marble floor, Batu studied the vagabond’s face. It was similar to his own, with broad cheekbones, a flat nose, and wide-set eyes. His head was nicked and cut where it had recently been shaved.
“This man is a spy,” Batu declared. “A Tuigan spy.”
Resembling a Tuigan as much as he did himself, Batu would have been the last to suggest, based on appearance alone, that the beggar was a barbarian. However, the freshly shaved head was incongruous with the rest of the vagabond’s filthy appearance, and it suggested to Batu that the man’s hair had been cut as part of a disguise.
“So it seems,” the Divine One confirmed, examining the paper that the chamberlain had given to him. “And he is not working alone.” The emperor studied Batu thoughtfully, then held the paper out to him. “You may examine this map, General.”
Ignoring the scowl on Kwan’s face, Batu approached the throne. After a deep bow to acknowledge the great honor that the emperor had bestowed upon him, the general took the paper directly from the Divine One’s hand.
A heavy, corrugated line had been drawn across the northwestern corner, where the Dragonwall was located. A lighter line wandered across the middle of the map, showing the location and approximate course of the Shengti River. There was an “X” on the north side of the river, where the city of Yenching was located. Near the bottom and center of the map was another “X,” showing the location of the walled city of Shou Kuan. A third mark had been placed in the lower right-hand corner, where Tai Tung and the summer palace were located. Several soldiers had been drawn next to Tai Tung, and the number “13,000” written next to the city. Five infantrymen had been drawn marching toward Tai Tung. Next to each infantryman was a number ranging from “8,000” to “15,000”the approximate size of one of Shou Lung’s provincial armies.
“This is a map of troop movements,” Batu remarked, looking up.
The emperor met the
The most amazing thing of all, Batu thought, was that the Minister of State Security had managed to keep the motives for her actions completely disguised. The general was more curious than ever about the secret Ju-Hai Chou had been so afraid Ting would reveal.
After a moment of reflection, the Son of Heaven adjusted himself so that he was sitting erect and proud in his throne. “Minister Ting, we thank you for your suggestion,” he said, his voice betraying a hint of sarcasm. “We will investigate our rites to be sure they are performed in accordance with the Book of Heaven. Until we discover an inconsistency, let us assume the cause of our trouble lies elsewhere. Now”
A loud scream from the foyer interrupted the emperor’s words. Immediately, several guards leaned over the balconies above, training their weapons on the door. Heavy footsteps echoed through the room as other sentries rushed for the stairways. Like the guards, Batu’s first thought was of assassins, and he whirled to face the doors.
A moment later, the chamberlain entered the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Behind him, four guards carried the body of a small man dressed in a beggar’s robes.
The chamberlain bowed, saying, “A thousand apologies, Son of Heaven. The guards captured this vagabond trying to escape the grounds of the palace. Unfortunately, he threw himself on a sentry’s blade as we were bringing him to you.” The bureaucrat produced a leaf of folded paper. “He was carrying this.”
“Bring it here,” the emperor commanded, holding out his hand.
As the chamberlain’s footsteps echoed across the marble floor, Batu studied the vagabond’s face. It was similar to his own, with broad cheekbones, a flat nose, and wide-set eyes. His head was nicked and cut where it had recently been shaved.
“This man is a spy,” Batu declared. “A Tuigan spy.”
Resembling a Tuigan as much as he did himself, Batu would have been the last to suggest, based on appearance alone, that the beggar was a barbarian. However, the freshly shaved head was incongruous with the rest of the vagabond’s filthy appearance, and it suggested to Batu that the man’s hair had been cut as part of a disguise.
“So it seems,” the Divine One confirmed, examining the paper that the chamberlain had given to him. “And he is not working alone.” The emperor studied Batu thoughtfully, then held the paper out to him. “You may examine this map, General.”
Ignoring the scowl on Kwan’s face, Batu approached the throne. After a deep bow to acknowledge the great honor that the emperor had bestowed upon him, the general took the paper directly from the Divine One’s hand.
A heavy, corrugated line had been drawn across the northwestern corner, where the Dragonwall was located. A lighter line wandered across the middle of the map, showing the location and approximate course of the Shengti River. There was an “X” on the north side of the river, where the city of Yenching was located. Near the bottom and center of the map was another “X,” showing the location of the walled city of Shou Kuan. A third mark had been placed in the lower right-hand corner, where Tai Tung and the summer palace were located. Several soldiers had been drawn next to Tai Tung, and the number “13,000” written next to the city. Five infantrymen had been drawn marching toward Tai Tung. Next to each infantryman was a number ranging from “8,000” to “15,000”the approximate size of one of Shou Lung’s provincial armies.
“This is a map of troop movements,” Batu remarked, looking up.
The emperor met the
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