Near the front door of the building, Mr. Knockoff stumbled slightly, and David, who had been steadily gaining on the thief, reached out to grab him. The man in black shouted something. The doorman rushed over and grabbed, not the thief, but David. The man in black shouted again, the doorman released David, but it was too late. Mr. Knock-off and the silver box had both disappeared.
Three
Wu Peng, the eunuch to whom I was sent, held a position of some importance in the Service for Palace Attendants. It was quickly apparent to me that this position was not due to his abilities—the man could neither read nor write, nor did he demonstrate any particular affinity for leadership. No, his position was due almost entirely to the fact that he was a distant cousin of the powerful Wu family in the palace, a clan that had produced numerous royal consorts, and most extraordinarily, an empress, Wu Zetian, ruler in her own right rather than just by virtue of marriage to an emperor. Wu Peng may not have been able to read and write, but he had amassed a fortune in a manner he would later explain to me. He had a rather lavish home outside the palace, a wife, in name only obviously, and two adopted sons. I too was adopted by Wu Peng and his wife, and took his surname, becoming known as Wu Yuan. I did not reside with Wu and his family, however. My place was in the Imperial Palace, serving the Son of Heaven.
Once the pain and trauma of the procedure that determined my life’s course as a eunuch had abated, I was brought to the Imperial Palace. That I, the son of a low-level mandarin, although certainly a mandarin with aspirations, should find himself in such a place never failed to amaze me. The beauty of the palace was simply astonishing. One could wander the passageways and courtyards, gardens and residences forever, it was so large, and every detail was exquisite. There were arches of jade and pearl, carpets of the finest silk, and furnishings of a noble craftsmanship of which I had seen no equal. There were parks of unparalleled beauty, gardens bursting with glorious scent both night and day, forests filled with animals, glorious pavilions, polo fields, archery ranges, many lakes stocked with fish, still other ponds where people of the court could drift in elegant boats, orchards of pears and plums and peaches. It was heady indeed for the boy that I was.
We eunuchs essentially have the run of the Imperial Palace. Not the inner chambers, to be sure, with a few exceptions, but in the course of our duties we see and hear much of what is going on. And we do like to gossip. As a newcomer I merely listened, but I learned much. At first, I was given many menial tasks, being sent to the markets to choose birdcages or musical instruments for the royal concubines, or to the silk market for special bolts of fabric for these same women. I was allowed to walk among the emperor’s women at will, given there was no opportunity for my seed to mingle with that of the emperor’s chosen ones.
It was on these errands in the city that I began to look for Number One Sister. I was particularly happy when sent to the Western Market, which, while not as sumptuous as the Eastern Market, located as it is in the wealthier part of Chang’an, had the distinct advantage from my perspective of being adjacent to the Northern Hamlet where famous courtesans, of whom I had become convinced my sister was one, having as a more mature person discarded the brigand theory, plied their trade. Men laughed when I, a young eunuch, walked the streets and lanes of that quarter. They knew from my voice and appearance that I would never know the love of a woman. I ignored them. I was a eunuch in the Imperial Palace, and not just any eunuch but a pure one, who unlike some had never, and would never, be intimate with a woman. I considered these men who frequented the North Hamlet to be my inferiors.
Soon it was discovered that I could read and write, a skill my father had insisted upon my acquiring, and I was assigned to teach some of the young women of the harem to do the same. I was told I was a comely young man, and soon became a favorite of many of the women, a favorite and perhaps a confidant. I had been afraid that my new responsibilities would not afford me the same opportunity to scour the lanes of the great city of Chang’an, looking for my sister, but I soon found I had even more latitude in my quest, as I both penned and delivered secret letters to the rapid relay stations for these lovely ladies. They had, by and large, a great deal of time on their hands, given the impressive size of the harem. Even those who ascended to the top ranks would spend a night with the Son of Heaven once every few months, and perhaps not even that often, unless they rose to the status of imperial favorites, or were found to be unusually proficient at producing sons.
Sometimes I would see the carriages of the courtesans, watch them climbing down to choose bolts of silk or whatever pleased them. I did not see Number One Sister. But I did not give up hope.
* * *
“Blue Toyota, no plates,” David said, as he came back into the building, casting a baleful eye on the doorman in the process. “I almost had him.”
Dr. Xie was engaged in what sounded like a heated discussion with the young man from the auction house, who looked to be in the throws of a full-blown panic attack. “Scandalous security,” he said to us, leaving the man wringing his hands. “How can they expect people to place items for sale under these kinds of circumstances? We will have to wait for the Beijing Public Security Bureau, I’m afraid.”
The man in black said something, which Dr. Xie translated. “He’s saying that the doorman is an idiot, grabbing the wrong person.” I was inclined to agree.
It took the police only a few minutes to get there, but already Burton was pacing up and down in a most annoying way. The instant the police arrived, the man in black pulled them aside. The conversation was in Chinese, so I couldn’t understand a word, but I noticed Burton had his head cocked in their direction, a rather bemused expression on his face. Whatever the discussion, it was brief and resulted in the man in black leaving immediately after it concluded. The rest of us were kept there considerably longer. We were all asked what we had seen, details of our passports and visas were taken, and then we were told we could leave as well. “How did that other guy get out of here so fast?” I said. “Army,” Dr. Xie said. “He’s high up in the Chinese army.”
“So what?”
“This is China,” Dr. Xie said in a warning tone. “It is not your home. Things are different here.”
“Well, that’s it, Lara,” Burton said, coming over to say good-bye. As usual, he didn’t offer to shake hands. “It’s been a blast. Might as well pack our bags and go home. See you there I hope.”
It didn’t work out like that.
My first order of business was to call George Matthews and deliver the bad news. I’d told Mira that she could deal with Eva Reti at the law firm, but that I should be the one to talk to George. He took it better than I thought he would, so much so that his reaction surprised me a little. “So that’s it, then,” he said. He sounded almost relieved. I didn’t figure it was the money, which would probably stay tied up for a period of time just in case the silver box showed up again. Maybe, as Rob had already pointed out to me, George knew this wish of his wife’s was a bit strange, even if he felt duty-bound to support it, and was glad to have it out of the way. “You were there when it was stolen?”
“Yes. It was an unbelievably bold heist. There were several of us there, but the thief was fast, and he had a car waiting right outside for him. No license plates on the car, either. Somebody really wanted that box very badly.”