The Dragon and the Pearl

Chapter Nineteen



Suyin couldn’t open her eyes. She tried to, tried to force herself awake. How long had she been asleep and where was she? It was dark. A rushing noise filled her ears, like the rustling of cloth in the wind. Heat lashed at her.

‘Lady Ling is in there!’ Auntie’s voice cut through the blackness. ‘She’s in the wagon.’

No, she wasn’t. Her thoughts were coming one moment too slow. Coarse grass pricked against her cheek. Her fingers scraped against hard earth when she tried to move them. She wanted to say something, but her lips refused to move.

I’m over here!

But that was only her mind crying out. An arm hooked around her waist and hefted her up with a grunt. All around her, she could hear footsteps pounding and the clash of swords. Auntie was still screaming.

A shoulder jostled against her stomach as she was lifted up over someone’s back. Her first thought was of her baby. Whoever held her started running and the sounds of the camp faded in the distance.

‘Stop…please.’ Her mouth formed thickly around the words. Her throat was so dry. She needed to tell them to be careful. Please, please be careful.

The shouting was starting to fade. She tried to call out to the swordsman Wang, to Cook. Even to Jun, but she was so weak. She tried to dig her nails into her abductor, but her fingers fell away, slack. She couldn’t feel her hands. Her breathing slowed and she slipped away again, her mind going slippery and dark as if sinking into black water.



When her mind broke through the fog she heard strange voices. Her first thought was of Gao. He had broken through Li Tao’s defences to capture her.

‘Lady Ling, drink this.’

The familiar voice filled her with relief. ‘Jun?’

Daylight filtered through her lashes and she could see Jun holding out a cup folded from a palm leaf.

‘Please drink,’ he urged. ‘It’s water.’

She remembered him in the wagon last night, much in the same position as he offered her a bowl of rice soup. It was her last memory before the fire. Her eyes narrowed.

‘Jun,’ she said again, her tone accusing.

He looked stricken as she struggled to sit up. She needed to force this cloud from her mind fast.

‘So this is Li Tao’s woman.’

They weren’t alone. The unfamiliar voice and the underlying threat in it sent her pulse skittering. There were two men standing behind Jun.

‘This must be An Ying,’ she said evenly.

Jun’s eyes widened at the mention of the secret name. The bearded man grabbed him by the shoulder, yanking him back before he could respond. Water flung from the cup and the droplets splashed over her.

‘Your job is done, boy.’

She squinted listlessly at the shadowed figure, exaggerating the effect of the drug. She recognised the unruly beard and the thick eyebrows. It was the ragged stranger they had encountered on the road. His gaunt companion with the pointed, badger-like face stood behind him. At first she thought Gao had abducted her, but he didn’t need to employ such guile. Old Gao would have killed her immediately. ‘Ling Guifei,’ the bearded man pronounced her title speculatively. His tone sent a shiver down her spine. ‘Li Tao is a lucky man.’

‘Don’t touch her, Zheng.’ Jun tried to force himself between them. ‘Where are the others?’

‘Dead,’ Zheng declared.

Her heart stopped. For a second, she thought he was speaking about Auntie and the servants.

‘The boy didn’t tell us the swordsmen with you were the Shining Guard.’ Zheng took hold of her chin, lifting her face to his. She had no choice but to let him. ‘We sacrificed many of our men.’

Wang and the rest of Li Tao’s guards had put up a fight. She prayed that Auntie and Cook had escaped. The brutal calculation in Zheng’s eyes knotted her stomach, but she stayed silent, afraid to goad him. She had faced death before and survived. That knowledge and the need to see Li Tao again gave her strength.

Jun continued to lunge forwards, ignoring Zheng’s greater size and strength. ‘We are to bring her back unharmed. My orders come from Lao Sou.’

The Badger pulled Jun back. ‘We have orders too,’ he said calmly.

The mention of the Old Man made Zheng hesitate, but it was clear the two of them not only outranked, but could overpower, Jun. Zheng had no intention of taking orders from the boy.

He scrubbed a hand over his beard. ‘All I want is a taste of what Ling Guifei gives Li Tao so freely. No harm at all.’

Choking back a cry, Suyin wrapped her arms around herself protectively. She wouldn’t show any fear. She wouldn’t show any emotion at all.

‘Li Tao will find you and kill you,’ she promised.

Zheng loomed over her and her bravado faded. She shrank back, turning her face aside. He leaned close enough that she could feel the swipe of his breath against her cheek.

‘I will be waiting,’ he said with a mock intimacy that made her blood go cold.

He hooked his fingers into her bodice and wrenched downwards. Her robe split at the seam, the rending of silk deafening. She bit down on her lip and willed the pain to take away her fear.

Jun struggled free, only to have Zheng swat him back. His meaty arm connected with the boy’s jaw. She cringed at the sharp impact. All she could think of was Li Tao and their baby. A surge of protectiveness seized her and she squeezed her eyes shut. She would survive this. No matter what they did to her, she had to stay alive.

‘Is that all you have, Ling Guifei? No fight left in you?’

Her eyes flew open. Zheng was breathing hard, aroused. This went beyond lust. He was savouring his power over her and, more importantly, his power over Li Tao. There was an old grudge there. She was certain of it.

A cry rose behind them. In a whiplash of motion, Jun snapped forwards, a knife gleaming in his good hand. Badger staggered backwards with blood seeping through his fingers.

‘We have orders,’ Jun snarled.

This could be her only chance. She shoved at Zheng and scrambled to her feet. The ground lurched unexpectedly and her vision blurred. Her skirt clung like a net about her ankles when she tried to run. A trace of whatever Jun had put into her food remained in her.

A hand grabbed her roughly, tugging on the silken robe. It was Zheng again. He forced her to the ground and threw himself on top of her. His knee wedged between her thighs. She tried to claw at him, but he pinned her arms against the jagged ground.

‘Hold!’ It was Badger that spoke. ‘Back off, Zheng. You saw it.’

Zheng’s grip tightened defiantly on her wrists. ‘It means nothing.’

‘She’s been marked,’ Badger insisted.

Zheng returned his attention to her, his gaze cold. ‘The mark of a traitor means nothing.’

The tattoo. The assassins of An Ying spoke in language and codes of conduct that no one else could understand.

Jun came close. ‘You have much to answer for if you touch her.’

He clenched his fists so tight that they shook, but there was nothing the youth could do against the two more experienced assassins. Zheng sniffed dismissively, but his wiry companion came up behind him. His long shadow fell over her eyes.

‘Release her,’ Badger said. ‘She’s untouchable and you know it.’

Suyin clutched the edges of her robe together the moment Zheng’s grip loosened. He removed himself from her, but his eyes clamped on to her.

Jun moved to help her stand, but she refused his hand. Of the entire household, she’d been kindest to the boy. His attention had seemed so genuine that she’d left herself vulnerable. Apparently she wasn’t immune to deception either.

Horses had been stowed in the brush along with travel packs. Suyin fought a wave of panic. The assassins were taking her far away. She prayed that the swordsman Wang and the rest of the bodyguards would organise a search party—if they had survived.

Jun stayed close, as if he could still fulfil his promise to Li Tao to take care of her. He held out a cloak. ‘Put this on.’

‘I won’t accept anything from you.’ She clutched the torn silk to her breast as the men prepared the horses.

‘Lady Ling, please.’

His words held no hint of plaintiveness. Jun was hardly the awkward boy he had affected so flawlessly. The look of innocence was gone, replaced by a hardness that set her on guard.

‘You were one of them all along,’ she said. ‘Ever since Auntie took you in.’

‘Yes.’

‘A frail helpless orphan.’

Jun smirked. ‘What would the great Li Tao have to fear from a cripple?’

It was more than that. Lao Sou knew what Li Tao had been, the streets that he had prowled. The Old Man had held up a mirror to Li Tao and he had been unwittingly fooled by his own image.

She watched Badger and Zheng as they readied the horses. According to their account, they had sacrificed many others last night in order for Jun to be able to steal her away. The Old Man wanted Li Tao alive.

She needed to work out which one of these men was the most dangerous. The two larger men were brutes, used for ramming through fortress gates and scaling walls. They had nothing like the stealth of Li Tao or Jun. Li Tao had hidden within the Emperor’s army for years. Jun was possibly even more skilled.

‘Not many people can fool me,’ she said coldly. ‘That takes a special breed of treachery.’

Jun fell silent and she saw a trace of the same austere discipline that had been instilled in Li Tao. He stood rigid beside her, battling within himself. He was uncomfortable with her anger. Jun might be a trained assassin, but he’d been fed on Auntie’s kindness. It gave her a small spark of hope.

He held out the cloak once again. ‘Take this.’

Badger came up to them, ending the argument by grabbing the wool and jerking it over her shoulders roughly. ‘Zheng needs no more encouragement.’

Despite her defiance, the cloak provided a semblance of comfort, some armour against these dangerous men. She stared at the spot where Zheng waited by the horses. The memory of him pinning her against the ground made her go cold. She longed for Li Tao so much it hurt, but he was far away, occupied with the approaching armies.

Had anyone been left alive? Inwardly, she wept for Auntie, for Cook, for the servants who had become like family. She prayed for their safety.

‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked.

Badger answered, direct and simple. ‘The Old Man wants to meet you.’

He took a knife from his belt and slashed a line on to a nearby tree before directing her towards the horses.