The Emperor's Tomb

MALONE DOVE TO ROCKY GROUND AND SOUGHT WHAT COVER the sparse poplars offered. Cassiopeia did the same and they belly-crawled across sharp gravel, finding a boulder large enough to provide them both protection.

More shots came their way.

“This is getting serious,” Cassiopeia said.

“You think?”

“They’re not Chinese,” she said. “I caught a glimpse. Definitely Pakistanis. They seem to know where we’re headed.”

“That thought occurred to me, too.” So he had to add, “I told you he was trouble.”

She ignored him.

“We have to go that way.” He pointed behind them. “And those soldiers are close enough to do some damage.”

“We have to trust he’ll handle it,” she finally said.

“That was your call, not mine. You go first. I’ll cover.”

He gripped the Chinese double-action pistol.

Cassiopeia prepared herself, too.

Then she scampered off toward a stand of junipers.

NI GLARED AT KARL TANG.

Though Tang had tried hard to conceal it, he’d caught the surprise when he’d explained that Pau Wen had been the one to stop the gunmen. Perhaps there had been more to their debate than staged drama?

“We have led you like a bear on a leash,” Tang said. “You listened in on our calls, and we fed you exactly the information we wanted you to know. You traveled to Belgium, then to Xi’an, and finally here, all at our invitation.”

“Does that we include the premier?”

“He is of no importance. An old man who will soon be dead.”

That prospect saddened him. He’d come to admire the premier, a moderate who’d done much to temper communist fanaticism. Not a hint of scandal had ever touched him.

“Pau Wen is our master,” Tang said. “The brothers, myself included, have all pledged our allegiance. We thought a perceived war between Pau and me would lull you into a false sense of security. I do have to say that this was to have played out differently. You were to die in Belgium.”

“And Pau never mentioned that he killed all four men?”

Tang’s face was like stone. “Whatever he did was correct.”

“Surely Cassiopeia Vitt and Cotton Malone were not part of your plan.”

He shrugged. “The master required the use of her and Malone to return to China.”

A distant crack echoed out the windows.

Then more.

“Gunfire,” Tang said. “For your allies.”

“Vitt and Malone?” He kept his tone casual, though he was deeply concerned.

“They escaped Yecheng, but now they will die here, in the mountains, like you.”

SEVENTY-FIVE

CASSIOPEIA WAITED FOR COTTON TO REACH HER. HE’D COVERED her retreat with some well-placed shots.

He arrived and they both raced forward, using more trees as protection. Sharp bursts of rifle fire accompanied them, and bullets pinged around them. Their cover vanished as the trail twisted out of the trees. To her right she saw more sheer canyons lined with shadows. They paralleled the trail’s loose edge, careful with each step. A brilliant sun blazed on the far side of the gorge, dulled only by black mountain slate. Thirty meters below, water the color of road dust rushed and tumbled, tossing foamy spray high into air. They clambered up a steep embankment, past scree slopes of collapsed moraines.

She spotted the bridge Viktor had mentioned.

Ropes ran from crossbeams anchored into stone piles on either side of the gorge. The piles weren’t much, just rocks, one atop the other, brushwood in between acting as mortar. A footwalk of boards held aloft by hemp stretched thirty meters across the river.

Intermittent gunfire echoed in the distance.

She glanced back.

No soldiers.

More shots chattered.

“Maybe he’s leading them away,” she said.

No comment, though she could see he was skeptical. He stuffed his gun into a pocket.

She did the same, then stepped onto the bridge.

NI HEARD MORE FARAWAY SHOTS.

“You will have a grand state funeral,” Tang said. “It will be quite the spectacle. You are, after all, a respected man.”

“Then what will you do?”

“Assume control of the government. The premier is not long for this world, so it is logical that he would gradually pass control to his first deputy. That is when we will start our return to glory.”

“And unlimited oil will help that journey?”

Tang smiled. “I see Sokolov told you. Good. You need to know what you missed. And yes, the prospect of no longer having to prostitute ourselves to Russia, the Middle East, and Africa—to fear what America might do—just to ensure that our factories continue to produce, is worth the effort.”

“So going after that lamp in Belgium was all part of the grand display you and Pau devised?”

“Make no mistake, the lamp was important. But it also served as the perfect bait to lure you there. And you were supposed to die.”

“Instead, four other men died.”

Tang shrugged. “As you said, Pau killed them.”

“But you ordered the murder of the pilot.”

Tang said nothing.

“You have no conception of what troubles China.”

“But I do. This nation needs a firm hand.”

He shook his head. “You are a lunatic.”

His fate seemed sealed.

And more gunfire from the mountains signaled that Malone and Vitt were likewise in deep trouble.