Before him, his jar of trigram sticks rested upon a white lacquered table, next to a hand-lettered copy of the Book of Change. When the sticks were spilled on the table, the future could be foretold by comparing the resulting patterns to the diagrams in the book. Though the minister did not advertise the fact to his colleagues, he was a great believer in the trigrams. The rosewood sticks and carved jade jar were two of his most cherished possessions.
After a respectful pause, Shei Ni said, 'Minister Ting has been waiting since midday to see you. I would have announced her earlier, but she did not wish to interrupt your meditation.'
Ju-Hai's stomach twisted into a knot. He was still angered by Ting's suggestion that the cause of the Tuigan invasion lay within the Mandarinate. It was true that, after his humiliating outburst, she had deftly altered the emphasis of her suggestion. However, he wished the subject had not been brought up at all. Ju-Hai wondered whether the episode had simply been an unpleasant coincidence, or if Ting had known it would upset him. At the moment, the answer was not important. The minister was still angry with her.
'What is the nature of her business?' he asked. Shei Ni was so practiced in receiving Ting Mei Wan that he could judge the reason for a visit by her manner and dress.
'I believe it is personal,' Shei Ni said.
'Then send her away.'
'As you wish.' Shei Ni bowed, then went into the house.
Ju-Hai rose and began walking along the marble path that circled the goldfish pond. He was disappointed to find himself still angry at Ting, and hoped a tour of his garden might quell his emotions. The tiny park was his taste of paradise, and he went there to escape the strict regimens and orderly thoughts that ruled his public life.
Ju-Hai had taken great care to evoke the spirit of nature in this modest parcel of land. The ground had been modeled into tiny hills and valleys, and anything approximating a straight line had been diligently avoided. The minister had used the influence of his office to fill the garden with exotic specimens from the widest reaches of the empire: camellias, crimson-berried nandins, even a golden larch.
He would have liked to enlarge the garden, but that was impossible. The summer palace was really a miniature city, complete with hundreds of walled houses occupied by status-hungry bureaucrats. To secure even the half-acre plot he now enjoyed, the mandarin had been forced to call upon the emperor for help.
As Ju-Hai studied one of his newest prizes, a peony bush that would blossom in green, his servant returned. 'Excuse me, Master. Lady Ting asks you to reconsider your decision. She points out that she has been waiting many hours to apologize for what happened in the Mandarinate today.'
'To apologize?' Ju-Hai repeated, wondering what she really intended. If she had been waiting since the emperor dismissed the Mandarinate, it had to be something important to her. Deciding he could control his anger in order to satisfy his curiosity, the minister said, 'Very well, she may join me here.'
Shei Ni bowed and went into the house.
In the last six months, Ting had developed an irritating appetite for power. More than once, her hunger had resulted in an embarrassment similar to the one of that day. Ju-Hai had spoken to her about his concerns, but always without apparent effect. He was beginning to fear that it would be necessary to arrange her removal from the Mandarinate.
The prospect did not please the minister, for he was genuinely fond of the female mandarin. Ting had first come to Ju-Hai's attention over fifteen years ago, when she had achieved a perfect score on the civil service examination used to select imperial bureaucrats. Convinced she had cheated, he had summoned her to the Forbidden City and quizzed her personally. By halfway through the session, the girl had convinced the minister that she had earned her perfect score.
During the interview, Ju-Hai had seen the making of a mandarin in the young woman. She had a sharp mind and a dynamic personality, and seemed ruthlessly driven. Afterward, he had investigated her background. Although she had suffered the misfortune of being born into the family of a dishonest rice merchant, the inquiry had uncovered nothing to suggest that she could not be a valuable public servant. From that point onward, Ju-Hai had taken a personal interest in her career. As the minister had expected, she had proven herself more than capable of executing any task assigned to her.
Two years ago, the opportunity to place an ally in the post of Minister of State Security had arisen. Naturally, Ju-Hai's first choice had been the beautiful young woman he had been developing for thirteen years. Although the minister had expected her to do well, even he had been surprised by the efficiency with which she performed her necessarily merciless duties. In the upper ranks of the bureaucracy, it was well known that revealing even a small weakness to the 'Tigress' could prove fatal.
The thought of keeping weaknesses secret reminded Ju-Hai of the trigram sticks he had left on the table. He returned to the pavilion and was just picking up the jar when Ting came out of the house.
'Minister,' she said, stopping inside the fan-shaped arbor that served as an entrance to the garden.
The gorgeous mandarin wore an unadorned scarlet cheosong that covered her from neck to ankle. The dress was made of gossamer silk that highlighted her voluptuous charms rather than concealed them. In her hands, she held a small potted flower of a type which Ju-Hai had never before seen. Save for its black blossom, the plant resembled a tiny lotus that grew in dirt instead of water. Holding the plant out for Ju-Hai, Ting averted her eyes and bowed as low as her tight clothing would allow.
Ju-Hai put his trigram jar down, then walked over to Ting and accepted the gift. 'It's as ravishing as you, my dear,' he said, his anger fading as he studied the plant. A few moments later, he asked, 'What is it?'
'Cliff blossom. It came from the mountain kingdom of RaKhati,' she replied, standing upright. 'It's a special gift I've been saving. I thought it might express my sorrow for offending you.'
Shei Ni appeared at the head of a small procession of servants. Carrying a teapot, cups, and two chairs, they stopped at the arbor and waited behind Ting.
Ju-Hai bowed to show his appreciation. 'As always, you must be complimented upon your knowledge of your quarry.' The realization that Ting understood him so well made Ju-Hai uneasy. An exotic plant was the only gift that would disarm him so easily. 'You are forgiven, my dear. Come over to the belvedere, and we will talk.'
'Thank you, Minister.' Ting smiled and followed Ju-Hai to the small, open building at the edge of the goldfish pond.
While the servants placed the chairs and poured the tea, Ting picked up the jar Ju-Hai had left on the white table. 'Trigrams?' she asked curiously.
'A bauble I sometimes toy with,' the minister replied, looking away from the jar with practiced nonchalance.
Smiling playfully, Ting turned the jar over and spilled the sticks. 'Tell me what they say.'
Ju-Hai gave Ting's gift to Shei Ni for safekeeping. When he looked at the circle of sticks, he half-smiled in amusement. The minister did not need stick magic to tell him what the trigrams had revealed. 'The pattern of the sea,' he said. 'You are always shifting and impossible to predict. This makes you a powerful enemy and a dangerous friend.'
Shei Ni and the servants finished their work, bowed, and left the garden quietly.
Ting peered at the sticks, then looked at Ju-Hai flirtatiously. 'Is there nothing of love in those patterns?'
The minister chuckled. 'Not for me to read.'
Ting stepped closer. 'Perhaps you should look again.'
Ju-Hai backed away and took his seat at the east end of the table. After a long sip of tea, he said, 'Surely you did not wait all afternoon simply to dangle your lascivious web before an aging man?'
The beautiful mandarin sighed in exaggerated disappointment. The game between them was an old one. For fifteen years, Ting had been making herself available to Ju-Hai, and for fifteen years the Minister of State had deftly avoided an entanglement with her.
'I have been waiting much longer than one afternoon,' Ting replied, taking her seat at the other end of the table. 'But you're correct. I have little hope that you'll come to your senses today. I've come to apologize for this morning's mistake.'
Ju-Hai nodded, but remained silent. Now that they were discussing political affairs, his mind had shifted into an orderly, critical thought process. He hoped his silence would force Ting to disclose the true reason for her visit.
Ting lifted her teacup to her lips. After a small swallow, she continued speaking. 'Of course, I don't really know what my mistake was.'
