The Emperor's Tomb

“Make your move for power. Tang is gone. Achieve elevation to first vice premier, then have responsibilities gradually transferred to you. The premier respects and trusts you. I know that for a fact. The Ba will support your policies, whatever they may be. We realize the government will evolve, become a reflection of its new leader, as it has many times before, and we are prepared for that change.”

“The government will change,” Ni declared. “We shall have a new constitution.”

“And we can help obtain approval for that,” Pau said.

“What about infinite oil?” Malone asked.

Pau turned and motioned. One of the brothers disappeared into the open wall panel.

“An unexpected by-product of this battle,” Pau said. “To his credit, Tang realized how that discovery could be wielded, if held close.”

The brother reemerged holding an object, which Malone recognized.

A dragon lamp.

Like the one in Belgium.

Pau presented it to Ni. “This is yours. A sample of oil from the fields in Gansu, extracted from the earth 2,200 years ago, stored in the tomb of the First Emperor. Hopefully, this will prove Lev Sokolov’s theory.”

Ni accepted the lamp.

“Minister,” Pau said. “You realize that I could have simply given the lamp, with the oil, to Tang. Or given him one of the many that are here. I did not do that. Instead I kept it from him.”

“You used it as bait to lure me to Belgium. To kill me.”

Pau nodded. “That was Tang’s objective, not mine. Which is why I saved your life there. I also allowed Miss Vitt to take the lamp. She did us both a favor. It bought time.”

Malone didn’t necessarily agree with the favor part, but saw the logic. Pau could have simply given Tang what he wanted.

“The world will be told of the discovery,” Ni made clear.

Pau nodded. “And China will receive some credit. China has forgotten its greatness. We once led the world in imagination, and we can again.”

Pau bowed.

Malone watched as Ni considered the offer. Finally, Ni returned the gesture.

He stared at Viktor, blood oozing from the fatal wounds, sightless eyes staring at the ceiling, arrows sunk deep in the chest. He bent down and gently closed both lids. He’d read this man wrong.

He glanced up at Cassiopeia.

Tears streaked down her face.

EIGHTY-TWO

MALONE SIPPED BLACK TEA AND ALLOWED THE PAIN IN HIS shoulder to ease. A makeshift sling had been fashioned to hold the joint in place. He’d need to see a doctor once they left this stronghold.

Three hours had passed since Viktor had died. He’d spent half an hour inside the makeshift tomb of Qin Shi, admiring a jade burial suit, along with stunning funerary objects.

Ni Yong sat with him on the terrace. Beyond the low wall, an afternoon sun tinted the mountains in shades of red, black, and yellow. The air remained mild, a gentle breeze flapping some nearby prayer flags. He’d kept a close watch on a marble sundial that stood a few feet away. It sat on a circular base, supported by four square pillars.

“Every temple in China,” Ni said, “has a sundial. It is a reminder that virtue should shine at all times, like the sun at high noon. Good advice that we long chose to ignore.”

“Do you believe what Pau Wen said to you?”

“Not a single word.”

“I was hoping you weren’t that foolish.”

“There is a story that we are all taught in military training,” Ni said. “A great warrior named Chao led 40,000 troops to besiege a town defended by a tiny force that was commanded by an opponent named Zhang. After forty days the town’s residents were trading their children for food. But Zhang refused to surrender and even beheaded the officers who advocated that course. Eventually, Zhang’s forces ran out of arrows, so he ordered the residents to make a thousand life-sized straw figures, clothed in black. Then, one night, he lowered the figures down over the city walls on ropes. Chao’s forces loosed tens of thousands of arrows at what they at first thought were escaping enemies. The arrows stuck in the straw figures, which were hauled back inside. Zhang’s forces went from a total lack of ammunition to a plentitude.”

“Smart guy.”

“There’s more,” Ni said. “Later that same night Zhang sent 500 of his bravest men down the ropes. Chao’s side thought they were the straw men again and paid no attention. Zhang’s men stormed Chao’s camp and chopped off the heads of the sleeping enemy. Chao’s forces were thrown into disorder and retreated.”

He caught the point.

Ni said, “Zhang transformed a passive position into a potent one. I remembered that lesson when talking with Pau Wen. We were out of ammunition, so I lowered a decoy and drew Pau’s fire, reloading our weapon. He is anxious to be on the winning side, so I used his anticipation.”

He could not argue with that strategy.

“But I will eventually ‘shut the door to catch a thief.’ ”

He smiled, knowing what that maxim meant. “Encircle the enemy. Close off all escape routes.”