could not be far from a full recovery.
General Fui's raft pulled alongside the punt, and Tang pointed at the cavern. "That is dragon's palace." The prince allowed himself the pleasure of a touch of sarcasm at the term 'palace.' "Men a^e ready?"
The general glanced at the four rafts behind his, each bearing fifteen anxious warriors, and flashed a hand sig- nal. A gentle clatter rustled over the pond as his men reached for their halberds and pushed lasal leaves into their mouths. Fui watched a moment, then slipped a leaf between his own lips and nodded.
Tang drew his sword, then looked back to the cave and waited for General Fui to lead the soldiers forward
Thanks to his lasal-induced daze, the prince realized he could actually see the murk gathering over the swamp. It looked like a thick, oily smoke seeping from the fetid depths of Cypress's lair, where the dragon rested upon his bed of gold, dreaming ofYanseldara and filling the air with the dank gloom of his wicked obsession.
The prince's thoughts turned to his mother, and he found himself wondering what effect the unnatural murk would have on her. If the fumes darkened her fair skin, she would never forgive-most cursed lasal! That was the trouble with it; the user found it difficult to keep his mind focused on the task at hand, and he sometimes found his head filled with ridiculous ideas.
Noting that Fui still had not given the order to advance, Prince Tang looked to his general. "Why do you wait?" He waved his sword at the cavern. "Go kill dragon!"
Fui's head slowly turned toward Tang's punt. The gen- eral's pupils were nearly as large as his irises, and a blank, almost muddled expression had fallen over his normally resolute face.
"You do not lead us into cavern, Brave Prince?"
"Me?" Tang looked at the sword in his hand and under- stood the reason for the general's confusion. "I cannot lead way into danger. I am Prince!"
"That is what I try to say in Ginger Palace." Under the lasal's influence, Fui spoke more freely than he would have otherwise. "Do I not suggest it is foolish for you to take field? Do I not hint that your inadequate prepara- tions oblige men to take extra risks to protect you?"
The lasal haze inside Tang's mind began to darken and churn. "I am Prince! Soldiers die at my will!"
"True, but Honorable Prince does not waste their lives!" the general spat. "If you desire Lady Pong's rescue, you must stand aside and let someone who knows-"
A chorus of snickers filled the air behind Fui. The gen- eral stopped speaking in midsentence, and his widening eyes betrayed his astonishment at the words coming from his mouth. He dropped to his knees and kowtowed on the raft, pressing his forehead down so close to the edge that his silver-trimmed helmet fell off and slipped beneath the inky waters.
"Mighty Prince, I do not know these words! They are not my own!"
Tang hardly heard the apology. The lasal clouds inside his mind had worked themselves into a storm, and he could think of nothing but his fury.
"Words belong to him who speaks them." Tang glanced at the rafts behind Fui, where more than seventy sol- diers were studying the swamp's gloomy canopy and bit- ing their cheeks to keep from laughing. Bolts of lightning began to flash inside the prince's head. "Lasal loosens tongue. It cannot change secret thoughts of any man."
"Merciful Prince, I command garrison of Ginger Palace since it is built, and before that I humbly serve in per- sonal guard of Lady Feng. Please to allow me honor of dying in battle." Fui lifted his head and dared to meet
Tang's eyes. "Let me lead soldiers into dragon's palace."
"I myself lead way into lair." Tang glared at his general until the last soldier no longer found it necessary to bite his cheeks; then he pronounced Fui's sentence: "Shou general must respect master with heart as well as tongue, so that he does not forget himself and make men
laugh at Worthy Prince. To fail in this is treason."
Fui's face went as stiff as a mask. He whispered a prayer, beseeching his ancestors to find a place for him in the Celestial Bureaucracy, then touched his brow to the log. "I am ready."
Tang looked past Fui to Yuan Ti, the moon-faced com- mander of the sentries who protected his lizard park.
Since the young officer had already faced the dragon and lived, General Fui had selected him as second in com- mand for this mission.
Yuan swallowed and reached for his sword, but his hand began to tremble, and he did not draw the weapon.
The youth clenched his teeth as though fighting a wave of nausea, and tears welled in his eyes.
Tang scowled at the hesitation. "Why do you delay?
Punish General Fui's insolence!"
Yuan managed to pull his sword halfway from its sheath, then turned away sobbing. The youth's profile accentuated his flat cheeks, and it was then Tang real- ized the boy's identity. The fury faded from the lasal – induced storm inside the prince's head, and the tempest became instead a drizzle that clouded his thoughts with cold, sick regret. It was not uncommon for Shou generals to make places for their sons in their own commands, but how was Tang to know the youth's identity? A Shou prince did not trouble himself with the domestic lives of his inferiors. He could hardly be expected to know every son that his officers brought to the Ginger Palace.
Tang allowed General Fui's boy to weep, grateful for a few moments to struggle with this new dilemma. As much as he disliked the idea of ordering a son to slay hi?
own father, he could hardly retract the command now.
The men had already come close to treason when they laughed at him earlier; to tolerate any further insubordi- nation would only convince them that he was a weak and inept leader. Yuan would have to obey the command. If there was another way to solve the problem, the prince could not see it through the lasal haze.
In a gentle but loud voice. Tang said, "You are a Shou soldier. You must do as I order."
The youth choked back his sobs and turned to face
Tang. "Merciful Prince, the lasal leaves-"
General Fui raised his head. "Silence, Yuan!" His voice had assumed the hard edge of command. "Do not dis- honor our ancestors by arguing with your Prince!"
The general pressed his brow to the logs again. The thought flashed through Tang's mind that there must be a way to show mercy without showing weakness, but it was chased into the lasal haze by a great cry from Yuan's mouth. In a motion too fast to see, the youth unsheathed his sword and brought the blade down on his father's neck. There was a wet crack, and Fui's head toppled off the raft into the swamp. The general's body shuddered once, then went limp and slipped out of its kowtow, slowly stretching forward to push its headless shoulders into the dark pool.
Fui's head rolled in the water, bringing his granite eyes around to stare vacantly upward. Tang's stomach began to feel queasy, but he clenched his teeth against the feeling and forced himself not to look away. The whole point of the punishment had been to show his sol- diers that he was a strong leader, and he would not accomplish that by allowing the gaze of a dead man to intimidate him.