IT WAS MID-AFTERNOON a month later that he rode out of the green glen and looked up the first steep flight of the ancient steps to the Temple of the Foxes. Riding beside him were von Brenner and Lascelles, the two bold and hard men Li-kong had recommended. They were all of that, but they were also discreet1 men. They had accepted without comment his explanation of seeking news of his brother, had been properly sympathetic and had asked him no embarrassing questions. Both could speak the Mandarin3 as well as several of the dialects. Lascelles knew Kansu, was even familiar with the locality in which was the Temple of the Foxes.
Meredith had thought it wise to make inquiries4 at various places through which he knew Martin had passed, and here the German and the Frenchman acted as his interpreters. When they reported that at these points his brother's party had been in excellent health, they did so with every outward evidence of belief that such tidings were welcome to him.
Either they were excellent actors or Li-kong had kept faith with him and told them nothing beyond what had been agreed. Confidence in the second possibility however had been somewhat disturbed shortly after entering Kansu. The Frenchman had said he thought, somewhat too casually5, that if it was desirable to get to the temple without passing through any village within a day's march, he knew a way. He added that while undoubtedly6 the temple's priest would know they were coming, he would expect them to follow the usual route. Therefore, he could possibly be taken by surprise.
Meredith smelled a trap. To accept the suggestion was to admit that the temple had been the real object of his journey, the reason he had given a subterfuge7, and the anxious inquiries he had made along the line of march a blind. He answered sharply that there was no reason for any surprise visit, that the priest Yu Ch'ien, a venerable scholar, was an old friend of his brother, and that if the party had reached him there was no further cause for anxiety. Why did Lascelles think he desired any secrecy8 in his search? The Frenchman replied politely that if he had known of such friendship the thought would not have occurred to him, of course.
As a matter of fact, Meredith felt no more fear of Yu Ch'ien than he did of Li-kong's fox woman. Whenever he thought of how the Chinese had tried to impress him with that yellow Mother Goose yarn9, he felt a contemptuous amusement that more than compensated10 him for the humiliation11 of having been forced to pay the blood money. He had often listened to Martin extol12 Yu Ch'ien's wisdom and virtues13, but that only proved what a complete impractical14 ass2 Martin had been . . . gone senile prematurely15, in brain at least . . . that was plain enough when he married that golddigger young enough to be his daughter . . . no longer the brother he had known . . . who could tell what he might have done next . . . some senility which would have brought ruin to them all . . . a senile crazy brain in Martin's still sound body, that was all . . . if Martin had been suffering from some agonizing16 and incurable17 disease and had asked him to put him out of his misery18, he would certainly have done so . . . well, what was the difference between that and what he had done? That the girl and her brat19 should also have to suffer was too bad . . . but it had been made necessary by Martin's own senility.
Thus he justified20 himself. At the same time there was no reason why he should take these two men into his confidence.
What he should do with the brat when he had it was not quite clear. It was only two months old — and it was a long journey back to Peking. There must be some woman taking care of it at the temple. He would arrange that she go with them to Peking. If some accident happened, or if the child caught something or other on the way back — that would not be his fault. Her proper place, obviously, was with her father's family. Not in a heathen temple back of nowhere in China. Nobody could blame him for wanting to bring her back . . . even if anything did happen to her.
But on second thought, not so good. He would have to take back proof that this child was theirs. Proof of birth. It would be better to bring her alive to Peking . . . even better, it might be, if it lived until he had taken it back to the States and the whole matter of trusteeship and guardianship21 had been legally adjusted. There was plenty of time. And he would have his half-million, and the increased percentage from the estate to tide him over the gap between now and until — something happened, and the whole estate would be his. He thought callously23: Well, the brat is insured as far as Peking at any rate.
They had passed through a village that morning. The headman had met them, and in answer to the usual questioning, had given a complete account of the massacre24, of Jean's escape, of her death later at the temple and of the child's birth. It was so complete, even to the dates, that he felt a stirring of faint suspicion. It was a little as though the story had been drilled into this man. And now and then he would call this one or that among the villagers for corroboration25. But Charles had shown the proper shades of grief, and desire to punish the killers26. And Brenner and Lascelles had exerted themselves to comfort him in orthodox fashion.
He had said at last: “The first thing to do is get the baby safely back to Peking. I can get capable white nurses there. I'll have to find a woman here to look after it until we reach Peking. I want to get the child to the States and in my wife's care as soon as I can. And I want to start the machinery27 going to punish my brother's murderers — although I realize that's a forlorn hope.”
They had agreed with him that it was most desirable to get the child to his wife in quickest possible time, and that hope of punishing the killers was indeed a forlorn one.
And now he stood looking up the ancient steps at whose end was the child. He said: “You couldn't ride a horse up that, unless it was a circus horse. And these are not.”
Lascelles smiled. “It is impossible to ride to the temple. There are steeper flights than this. And there is no trail or other road. We must walk.”
Meredith said suspiciously: “You seem to know a lot about this place, Lascelles. Ever been to the temple?”
The Frenchman answered: “No, but I have talked to those who have.”
Meredith grinned. “Li-kong told me to take a horse. He said the fox women were afraid of it.”
Brenner laughed. “Die Fuchs-Damen! I haf always wanted to see one. Joost as I always wanted to see one of those bowmen of Mons they haf spoken so highly of in the War. Yah! I would like to try a bullet on the bowmen, but I would haf other treatment for the fox women. Yah!”
Lascelles said noncommittally: “It's hard to get some things out of the mind of a Chinese.”
Brenner said to Meredith: “There is one question I haf to ask. How far iss it that we go in getting this child? Suppose this priest thinks it better you do not haf it? How far iss it that we go to persuade him, hein?” He added meditatively29: “The headman said that there are with the priest three women and four men.” He said even more meditatively: “The headsman he was very full of detail. Yah — he knew a lot. I do not like that — quite.”
Lascelles nodded, saying nothing, looking at Meredith interrogatively.
Meredith said: “I do not see for what reason or upon what grounds Yu Ch'ien can deny me the child. I am its uncle, its natural guardian22. Its father, my brother so designated me in the event of his death. Well, he is dead. If the priest refuses to give it up peaceably I would certainly be justified in using force to secure it. If the priest were hurt — we would not be to blame. If his men attacked us and were hurt — we would be blameless. One way or another — I take the child.”
Lascelles said somewhat grimly: “If it comes to fighting, we ride back along that way I told you of. We will go through no village within a day's journey from here. It will not be healthy for us in Kansu — the speed at which we must go will not be healthy for the child.”
Meredith said: “I am sure we'll have no trouble with Yu Ch'ien.”
They had brought a fourth horse with them, a sturdy beast with wide Chinese saddle such as a woman rides. They tethered the four horses and began to mount the steps. At first they talked, then their voices seemed to be absorbed in the silence, to grow thin. They stopped talking.
The tall pines watched them as they passed — the crouching30 shrubs31 watched them. They saw no one, heard nothing — but gradually they became as watchful32 as the pines and bushes, alert, hands gripping the butts33 of their pistols as though the touch gave them confidence. They came over the brow of the hill and the sweat was streaming from them as it streams from horses frightened by something they sense but can neither see nor hear.
It was as though they had passed out of some perilhaunted jungle into safety. They still said nothing to each other, but they straightened, drew deep breaths, and their hands fell from their pistols. They looked down upon the peacock-tiled roof of the Temple of the Foxes and upon its blue pool of peace. A man sat beside it on a stone seat. As they watched him, he arose and walked toward the temple. At each side of him went a pair of what seemed russet-red dogs. Suddenly they saw that these were not dogs, but foxes.
They came down over the brow of the hill to the rear of the temple. In its brown stone there was no door, only six high windows that seemed to watch them come. They saw no one. They skirted the temple and reached its front. The man they had seen at the pool stood there, as though awaiting them. The foxes were gone.
The three halted as one, involuntarily. Meredith had expected to see an old, old man — gentle, a little feeble, perhaps. The face he saw was old, no doubt of that — but the eyes were young and prodigiously34 alive. Large and black and liquid, they held his. He was clothed in a symboled robe of silvery blue on whose breast in silver was a fox's head.
Meredith thought: What if he isn't what I expected! He shook his head impatiently, as though to get rid of some numbness35. He stepped forward, hand outstretched. He said: “I am Charles Meredith. You are Yu Ch'ien — my brother's friend — ”
The priest said: “I have been expecting you, Charles Meredith. You already know what happened. The village headman mercifully took from me the burden of delivering to you the first blossom of sorrowful knowledge.”
Meredith thought: How the devil did he know that?
The village is half a day away. We came swiftly, and no runner could have reached here before us.
The priest had taken his outstretched hand. He did not clasp it palm to palm, but held it across the top, thumb pressed to wrist. Meredith felt a curious tingling36 coolness dart37 from wrist to shoulder. The black eyes were looking deep into his, and he felt the same tingling coolness in his brain. His hand was released, the gaze withdrawn38. He felt as though something had been withdrawn from his mind with it.
“And your friends — ” Yu Ch'ien grasped von Brenner's hand in the same way, black eyes searching the German's. He turned to Lascelles. The French thrust his hands behind him, avoided the eyes. He bowed and said: “For me, it is too great honor, venerable father of wisdom.”
For an instant Yu Ch'ien's gaze rested on him thoughtfully. He spoke28 to Meredith: “Of your brother and your brother's wife there is nothing more to be said. They have passed. You shall see the child.”
Meredith answered bluntly: “I came to take her with me, Yu Ch'ien.”
The priest said as though he had not heard: “Come into the temple and you shall see her.”
He walked through the time-bitten pillars into the room where Jean Meredith had died. They followed him. It was oddly dark within the temple chamber39. Meredith supposed that it was the transition from the sunny brightness. It was as though the chamber was fflled with silent, watchful brown shadows. There was an altar of green stone on which were five ancient ramps40 of milky41 jade42. They were circular, and in four of them candles burned, turning them into four small moons. The priest led them toward this altar. Not far from the altar was an immense vessel43 of bronze, like a baptismal font. Between altar and vessel was an old Chinese cradle, and nestled in its cushions was a baby. It was a girl child, fast asleep, one little dimpled fist doubled up to its mouth. The priest walked to the opposite side of the cradle.
He said softly: “Your brother's daughter, Charles Meredith. Bend over. I desire to show you somethinglet your friends look too.”
The three bent44 over the cradle. The priest gently opened the child's swathings. Upon its breast, over its heart, was a small scarlet45 birth-mark shaped like a candle flame wavering in the wind. Lascelles lifted his hand, finger pointing, but before he could speak, the priest had caught his wrist. He looked into the Frenchman's eyes. He said sternly: “Do not waken her.”
The Frenchman stared at him for a moment, then said through stiff lips: “You devil!”
The priest dropped his wrist. He said to Meredith, tranquilly47: “I show you the birth-mark so you may know the child when you see her again. It will be long, Charles Meredith, before you do see her again.”
A quick rage swept Meredith but before he succumbed48 to it he found time to wonder at its fury. He whispered: “Cover him, von Brenner! Throttle49 him, Lascelles!”
He bent down to lift the baby from the cradle. He stiffened50, hands clutching at empty air. The baby and cradle were gone. He looked up. The priest was gone.
Where Yu Ch'ien had stood was a row of archers51, a dozen of them. The light from the four lanterns shone shadedly upon them. They were in archaic52 mail, black lacquered helmets on their heads; under their visors yellow slanted53 eyes gleamed from impassive faces. Their bows were stretched, strings54 ready to loose, the triangular55 arrow heads at point like snakes poised56 to spring. He looked at them stupidly. Where had they come from? At the head of the line was a giant all of seven feet tall, old, with a face as though made of gnarled pear-wood. It was his arrow that pointed57 to Meredith's heart. The others —
He sprang back — back between von Brenner and Lascelles. They stood, glaring unbelievingly as he had at that line of bowmen. He saw the German lift his pistol, heard him say thickly: “The bowmen of Mons — “ heard Lascelles cry: “Drop it, you fool!” Heard the twang of a bow, the hiss58 of an arrow and saw an arrow pierce the German's wrist and saw the pistol fall to the temple floor.
Lascelles cried: “Don't move, Meredith!” The Frenchman's automatic rang upon the temple floor.
He heard a command — in the voice of Yu Ch'ien. The archers moved forward, not touching59 the three, but menacing them with their arrows. The three moved back.
Abruptly60, beneath the altar, in the light of the four lanterns, he saw the cradle and the child within it, still asleep.
And beside the cradle, Yu Ch'ien.
The priest beckoned61 him. The line of archers opened as he walked forward. Yu Ch'ien looked at him with unfathomable eyes. He said in the same tranquil46 tones, utterly62 without anger or reproach:
“I know the truth. You think I could not prove that truth? You are right. I could not — in an earthly court. And you fear no other. But listen well — you have good reason to fear me! Some day your brother's child will be sent to you. Until she comes, look after her interests well and try in no manner directly or indirectly63 to injure her. You will have the money your brother left you. You will have your interest in her estate. You will have at least seven years before she comes. Use those years well, Charles Meredith — it is not impossible that you may build up much merit which will mitigate64, even if it cannot cancel, your debt of wickedness. But this I tell you — do not try to regain65 this child before she is sent to you, nor attempt to molest66 her. After she comes to you — the matter is in other hands than mine. Do you understand me, Charles Meredith?”
He heard himself say: “I understand you. It shall be as you say.”
Yu Ch'ien thrust his hand into his robe, drew out a package. He said: “Here are written the circumstances of your brother's death, his wife's death and the birth of the child. They are attested67 by me, and by witnesses of mine. I am well known far beyond the limits of this, my temple. My signature will be sufficient to prove the authenticity68 of the statements. I have given my reasons why I think it useless to attempt to bring the actual murderers of your brother and his party to justice. I have said that their leader was caught and executed. He was! My real reason for acting69 as I am may not be known by you. Now pick up those useless weapons of yours — useless at least here — take these papers and go!”
Meredith took the documents. He picked up the guns. He turned and walked stiffly through the bowmen to where von Brenner and Lascelles stood close to the temple doors, under the arrows of the bowmen. They mounted the hill and set their feet upon the ancient road.
Silent, like men half-awake, they passed through the lines of the watchful pines and at last into the glen where their horses stood tethered —
There was an oath from the German. He was moving the wrist gingerly. And suddenly all three were like men who had just awakened70. Von Brenner cried: “The arrow! I felt it — I saw it! But there iss no arrow and no mark. And my hand iss good as ever.”
Lascelles said very quietly: “There was no arrow, von Brenner. There were no bowmen. Nevertheless, let us move from here quickly.”
Meredith said: “But I saw the arrow strike. I saw the archers.”
“When Yu Ch'ien gripped our wrists he gripped our minds,” answered Lascelles. “If we had not believed in the reality of the bowmen — we would not have seen them. The arrow could not have hurt you, von Brenner. But the priest had trapped us. We had to believe in their reality.” He untied71 his horse. He turned to Meredith, foot on stirrup: “Did Yu Ch'ien threaten you?”
Meredith answered with a touch of grim humor:
“Yes — but he gave me seven years for the threats to take effect.”
Lascelles said: “Good. Then you and I, von Brenner, get back to Peking. We'll spend the night at that village of the too well informed headman — go back by the open road. But ride fast.”
He gave the horse his knee and raced away. The other two followed. The horse with the wide Chinese saddle placidly72 watched them go.
Two hours after dusk they came to the village. The headman was courteous73, provided them with food and shelter, but no longer was communicative. Meredith was quiet. Before they rolled into their blankets he said to Lascelles: “When the priest grasped your hand you were about to say something — something about that birth-mark on the child's breast. What was it?”
Lascelles said: “I was about to say that it was the Symbol of the fox women.”
Meredith said: “Don't tell me you believe in that damned nonsense!”
Lascelles answered: “I'm not telling you anything, except that the mark was the symbol of the fox women.”
Von Brenner said: “I'fe seen some strange things in this damned China and elsewhere, Pierre. But neffer an arrow that pierced a man's wrist and hung there quivering — and then was gone. But the wrist dead — as mine wass.”
Lascelles said: “Listen, Franz. This priest is a great man. What he did to us I have seen sorcerers, so-called, do to others in Tibet and in India. But never with such completeness, such clarity. The archers came from the mind of the priest into our minds — yes, that I know. But I tell you, Franz, that if you had believed that arrow had pierced your heart — your heart would not be alive as your wrist is! I tell you again — he is a great man, that priest.”
Meredith said: “But — ”
Lascelles said: “For Christ's sake, man, is it impossible for you to learn!” He rolled himself in his blankets. Went to sleep.
Meredith lay awake, thinking, for long. He thought;
Yu Ch'ien doesn't know a damned thing. If he did — why would he promise me the child? He knows he can't prove a thing. He thought: He thinks he can frighten me so that when the child comes of age she'll get what's coming to her.. And he thought: Lascelles is as crazy as Li-kong. Those archers were hidden there all the time. They were real, all right. Or, if it was a matter of hypnotism, I'd like to see myself believe in them in New York! He laughed.
It was a damned good arrangement, he concluded. Probably the priest wouldn't send the brat back to him for ten years. But in the meantime — well, he'd like to see that file of archers in one of the Bronx night clubs! It was a good arrangement — for him. The priest was as senile as Martin . . . .
He was well satisfied. He went to sleep.
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