Doctor Who_ The Eleventh Tiger Part 14

'Sifu', he cried out in feigned, but convincing, anguish. 'What is happening?' he cried out in feigned, but convincing, anguish. 'What is happening?'

'It would seem I am under arrest for the moment,' Kei-Ying said.

He didn't seem too concerned, but this didn't worry Jiang.

Kei-Ying had never let anything get on top of him, for as long as Jiang had studied under him.

'It is, of course, merely a misunderstanding,' Kei-Ying continued.

'Nonsense,' Jiang snapped. 'It is an outrageous slur. You need only say the word and I will deal with these guards, and-'

'No, you will not.'

Jiang waited expectantly for Kei-Ying to continue. He had no idea what he would have done if Kei-Ying had told him to go ahead.

'The school and the surgery are more important. Their names must not be besmirched.'

'I will look after them well during the moments you are absent,' Jiang promised.

'That won't be necessary,' Kei-Ying told him.

Then he smiled and there was something in this smile that Jiang didn't like. Recognition, perhaps, or worse, understanding. Wong-sifu had always been a good judge of character and this unnerved Jiang.

'The Doctor will administer the school and take over the surgery during my absence. He too is a medical man, and I sense wisdom in him.'

Jiang felt his cheeks sting and burn. 'You're turning Po Chi Lam over to that gwailo gwailo? I am your deputy -'

'And a good one, Jiang, but you're not ready yet. Don't worry, it won't be long.'

Then a soldier was pushing Jiang aside with a casual shove of his rifle, and the carriage was moving.

Now, looking into the Doctor's eyes, Jiang knew why Kei-Ying had chosen him. The Doctor held his gaze with the same air as Kei-Ying did, and judged his character in the same way.

'And what can I do for you, young man?'.

Jiang didn't hesitate. 'Accept my challenge.'

The Doctor blinked. 'Challenge? What challenge? What are you talking about?'

Jiang smiled, but the smile remained strictly confined between his chin and his moustache. 'It is a tradition here that the master of a school must be able to defend himself against any master of any other school. If you wish to stay master of this school, old man, you must prove yourself capable by fighting and defeating me. The day after tomorrow, at noon, Doctor.'

'And what if Wong-sifu is back by then? Did you ever consider that?' The Doctor didn't wait for Jiang to answer. 'No, I didn't think so. You young people aren't the considering types, are you?'

'Consider this, gwailo. gwailo. My most difficult task will be to decide whether to kill you or merely maim you. Make your peace with your G.o.d, and I will return on Sat.u.r.day at midday.' My most difficult task will be to decide whether to kill you or merely maim you. Make your peace with your G.o.d, and I will return on Sat.u.r.day at midday.'

CHRPTER THREE.

Warriors Two

l Ian had taken the opportunity to explore Po Chi Lam while the Doctor was speaking to Jiang. Two main wings split off from the central hall, and the general effect was a cross between a rather Spartan stately home and an oriental tea-room. Unlike a western stately home the building was all on one level, though the ceiling of the hall was high enough to accommodate another floor. Everywhere within it smelt of jasmine and sweat, and warm dust creeping in through the doors.

The surgery was in the west wing and seemed to be a kind of outpatients' accident and emergency room. No-one else was staying there, but some of Kei-Ying's students were preparing herbs and spices for potions and poultices, while others applied plaster to the broken wrist of one of the martial arts students from the east wing. There was a training hall there, but it was very small as most of the training was done outside in the courtyard. There were private apartments in the east wing, but Ian didn't go into them. He felt enough of an interloper as it was, and didn't want to taint his grat.i.tude to the Wongs by trespa.s.sing.

He felt strangely comfortable at Po Chi Lam. Something about the wood on the floors was just right. It felt not too new to have a personality of its own, and not too old. It was comfortable and a.s.sured.

'Doctor, I've been thinking,' Ian began, when he returned to the main reception hall.

The Doctor was walking slowly back into it, looking rather bemused.

'If we're staying here for a few days, perhaps we should take proper lodgings at an inn or hotel. I'm grateful to Master Wong, but I don't want to seem like a limpet -'

'And what happens the next time someone can't tell you from... you? Hmm? I should say you would have a season ticket to this surgery anyway. Besides which, if I am to be looking after this place for Master Wong, then I have to be here. And not somewhere else.'

'I thought you'd see it like that,' Ian admitted, but the Doctor had already wandered a little way off again. 'Are you all right?'

'Yes, yes, Chesterman. I was just pondering how best to engage in the duel to which I have just been challenged.'

'A duel?' Ian exclaimed. He could hardly believe what the Doctor had just told him.

Fei-Hung came running at the sound of Ian's exclamation.

'Do you know what he's talking about?' Ian hoped that, as an independent witness, the young man would be able to set his mind at ease on this point.

Fei-Hung nodded reluctantly. 'Jiang, one of my father's deputies, has challenged Doctor-sifu.'

'Yes,' the Doctor said, 'and I must say I'm quite surprised, too. But the man has issued his challenge -'

'It doesn't necessarily follow that you have to accept it!' Ian protested.

'Oh, but it does. It's the custom here, you see. Master Wong has entrusted me with looking after Po Chi Lam until we get this nonsense about his incarceration sorted out. Since there is a custom of challenging the masters of different schools, so that they may prove their worth, it would seem that I ought to accept.'

'But you're not a... a kung fu master, or whatever they call it.' Ian hesitated. The Doctor was a lot older than he seemed, and had an almost limitless amount of experience at the most surprising things. 'Are you?'

'Until Master Wong comes back, it would appear that I am.

And if I am to honour his request and the trust he has placed in me, then I must respond to this challenge as any master would.'

Fei-Hung shuffled slightly and, not meeting the Doctor's eyes, said, 'Ches-Ian is right.'

The Doctor glared at them. Are you implying that I'm too old?' he asked sharply. 'The old boy's past it - is that what you think?' He drew himself up proudly. Haven't you looked around, young man? Many of the most respected masters here are men you would probably consider frail and past their sell-by date.'

Ian winced, recognising the verbal minefield he and Fei-Hung had blundered into. He certainly didn't want the Doctor's temper to explode. 'I just meant that those medicines of yours from the TARDIS have done the trick. I feel as fit as a fiddle, and it'd be a shame to let that go to waste.'

The Doctor looked down his nose at him, clearly not fooled.

'And tell me, Chesterton, are you experienced in the martial arts? Hmm?'

Ian flexed his fists. 'I boxed a little during my National Service days, yes.'

The Doctor snorted. 'But the styles of Chinese wuxia wuxia are hardly Marquess of Queensbury. Do you have any experience with them?' are hardly Marquess of Queensbury. Do you have any experience with them?'

'No, but -'

'Exactly! In other words you'd be just as foolish as you accuse me of being, wouldn't you?'

Ian couldn't really deny this, but nor could he find the words to say that it didn't matter so much if he got beaten up again. After all, he wasn't needed to control the Ship if it came to it.

'The Doctor has a point,' Fei-Hung said to Ian. 'There are many aged masters who are more than capable of winning a bout just like this one.'

'Yes, but -'

'Some are even older than the Doctor.'

The Doctor chuckled. 'I should find that a little difficult to believe.'

'Doctor, this man is a younger, stronger expert in martial arts,' Ian said. 'How on Earth will you defeat him?'

'With brains, dear boy. The intellect. Brains will win over brawn every time, and there I have the distinct advantage, don't you think?' The Doctor chuckled to himself and looked smug.

Ian couldn't understand him. For some reason, he seemed to be relishing the prospect of the duel.

Cheng put a bottle of something on a table in the Hidden Panda, and started to drink from it. There was no label on it, and he hadn't bothered to check what it was. So long as it was alcohol, then sooner or later it would deaden his hands so that they stopped shaking, and flush away the worry about what he should do next. If it didn't, then at least it would drive him to unconsciousness and he wouldn't be thinking enough to worry.

He was still frustratingly sober, and shaking, by the time the bottle was all but empty. He swept it aside and went to his room at the back of the building, and lifted up the stone he kept the takings under. Neither the restaurant nor the honest life per se were very profitable, but there was enough for a fast horse and a small cottage somewhere in the endless, muddy fields of the northeast.

When he straightened up he found Pang looking at him with a kicked-puppy expression. 'You're leaving?'

'We're leaving,' Cheng corrected him.

'We are?'

'We are if we have any sense.'

He scooped up a handful of coins and pressed them into Pang's clammy hand. He started looking for his saddlebags, which he had kept for such a contingency. The room was such a mess of empty bottles and unwashed clothes that it could take a week to find them, but Cheng didn't let this stop him. He knew that if he stopped he'd shake and gasp for breath.

'Remember that last caravan we robbed? Two years ago?'

Pang nodded.

'Remember the cave and the three monks?'

Pang nodded again.

'I saw them last night.'

Pang's head whipped around, as if the monks were sneaking up on him at that very moment. 'They're here? In Guangzhou.'

A moment of calm overtook Cheng, and he knew Pang would have to hear about what had happened. 'They mutilated Lei-Fang.'

Pang's mouth opened slightly, his eyes widening. Then his face crumpled. 'No...'

'Yes. And -' Cheng's voice broke, and he sat down on his flea-ridden cot, head in hands. 'I didn't do anything, Ah-Pang. I just wanted to get the h.e.l.l out of there. I don't know how they came to be above Lei-Fang in the Black Flag, but they've got half the militia eating out of their hands.'

'Lei-Fang...'

Cheng nodded, and put his arm around Pang. He could barely reach.

'We have to go. I think the abbot recognised me.'

'Why?'

'Well, he said -'

'Why do we have to go?' Pang asked patiently.

Cheng leant back. 'You must be joking. They'll be after us -'

'We should be after them,' Pang said quietly. 'Lei-Fang was your friend.'