If you’re lucky, maybe she’ll sleep a little longer, says Jin Luan slyly. At first, I think she’s acknowledging my dislike of the lessons, but then she nods off toward the side of the valley. I think someone would like to talk to you.
I follow where she gestures and feel myself blush. Li Wei is there, an axe in hand, working on one of the garden fences. As though he can feel our gazes, he pauses to wipe sweat from his brow and turns in our direction. Jin Luan nudges me.
Go! she says. Xiu Mei may sleep all morning.
He watches me as I make my way over. Language lessons? he asks when I get close.
I nod. But the teacher is late. What are you doing out here so early?
He points to the wooden fence he is working on. The gardeners got some peas and green beans from a merchant and want to try planting them. If the true cold holds off just a little longer, they think we might get a small crop before winter, so I’m building these for the vines to grow on.
I thought you were going to work on your carving? I ask.
I will. And I do sometimes at night. He shrugs. But the carving can wait. There are so many things to do . . . still so much rebuilding.
He’s right. There’s much uncertainty in our world right now, and our bruised village must use all its resources to survive this coming winter, particularly with King Jianjun’s eye still upon us. This is a hopeful time for my people—but also a fearful one. Li Wei’s brawn is of more value to our people right now than the burgeoning talent within him. I respect that but hope that someday the creativity within him will shine through and attract a pixiu. It is a secret wish I haven’t dared express to him or anyone else.
In his usual way, Li Wei tries to distract me with a cheery thought. Come over here, he says. I want your artistic opinion on something. He beckons me toward a recently built supply shed used to house gardening tools. We walk to the far side of it, putting us out of sight of Jin Luan and the other gardeners. I peer at the shed’s side, trying to figure out what he wants me to look at.
What is it? I ask.
This, he says, sweeping me into a powerful kiss. His lips touch mine, and an intoxicating heat spreads through me as he leans me against the shed. I put my arms around him and melt into him, amazed at how perfectly we seem to go together, despite our many differences. Harmony, I think. I’m still figuring out what exactly this thing between Li Wei and me is, but one thing I know is that it makes me feel stronger. There is a lot about the future we still don’t know, but somehow, if he is by my side, I feel I can take on whatever is waiting for us.
You tricked me, I sign when we briefly break apart.
I did, he admits. And that’s why you’ll never beat me in xiangqi.
Because you cheat? I tease.
Yes. And don’t forget that I’m a barbarian.
That’s true, I agree. It’s a wonder I even let myself be seen with you.
I’m glad you do, he says. Because I’ve spoken with the elders . . . and they’ve given permission for us to marry.
I stare, wondering if I misunderstood. They have?
He gestures around him. The world has changed, Fei. There’s no rank anymore, no artists lording above miners.
It’s true what he says. Most of our people have taken on new vocations as we work to rebuild our village. Those who still labor in the mines, generating metals for the pixius and outside trade, are regarded with as much esteem as everyone else. The old ways have fallen. We are all equal now.
Us . . . married, I say, still unable to believe it.
I knew we’d find a way to be together. I knew we’d always walk by each other’s sides in this world. His smile grows. And I did tell you we’d find another reason for you to wear the silk, didn’t I? The knowing look in his eyes suddenly turns uncertain. That is, if you want to get married—
By way of answer, I throw myself back into his arms and kiss him again, finally having the satisfaction of surprising him for a change. A new joy floods through me, and my imagination is filled not with things I might paint but with all the dazzling opportunities our future together holds. Yes, I say when I can finally bring myself to pull away from him and speak. Yes and yes. As many yeses as it takes to—
A loud sound on the other side of the shed makes me flinch and break off my ecstatic babbling. I jump back from Li Wei, who is startled in turn by my reaction. Walking around the building, I see Yin Feng has landed in the grass. The wind rustles her glittering fur, making me wish I could’ve spent more time on her portrait today.
You are ruining our moment, I tell her. She doesn’t understand signs, but I think she perceives my meaning. I feel a flash of amusement from her, and then she busies herself preening. Beyond her, I see other glittering forms landing in the valley. Even when the pixius aren’t directly interacting with us, they seem to take comfort just from being in our presence. The feeling is mutual, and Li Wei’s arms encircle my waist as we observe the others land and stretch out in the sun. Happiness burns through me, and I lean my head against him. Across the valley, I see others, including Zhang Jing, also pausing to watch the pixius.
Below this mountain, the world is dangerous and uncertain. But here, for now, we have beauty and hope again, not to mention the strength of our loved ones beside us. It is enough to weather any storm, I decide. It is more than enough.
Acknowledgments
There’s always a village behind any book I write. First and foremost among them are my family, and I’m so grateful for the way they patiently support me as I endure the many ups and downs that a creative person seems to go through each day! My “publishing family” has been just as amazing. Many thanks to literary agent Jim McCarthy for handling a million things behind the scenes and to the incredible team at Razorbill—particularly editor Jessica Almon, whose insight and skill helped make this book happen.
On the research side, I’m indebted to linguistics professor Katharine Hunt for letting me contact her out of the blue for help in better understanding language acquisition and hearing loss. Thank you also to Judy Liu for assistance with both the Mandarin language and the cultures of Taiwan and China.
Lastly, I owe an endless debt to my amazing readers. Thank you for inspiring me and loving what I do.
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