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'I dinnae ken,' Anderson admitted. 'The Doctor there has some sort of explanation, but it sounded double Dutch to me.
I reckon they're twins.'
'I suppose...'
'Anyway,' Anderson warned, 'this one has no rank. Ye're not to salute him.'
'Right.'
'Apart from that, give them every a.s.sistance the Doctor asks for.' He turned to go, then hesitated. 'But keep an eye on the Chinee, just in case.'
'Too b.l.o.o.d.y right.'
Anderson went back to the civilians as the gate opened behind him. 'Right lads, ye're on your own now. I'll tell the major that ye're getting started.'
Inside the compound oil lamps gave the already warm night a friendlier touch of light. A couple of men in their shirtsleeves were performing some sort of maintenance duties on a cannon. The tower itself was five storeys high, but there were only three floors.
The ground floor had been turned into a combined living, eating and working area for the soldiers on duty. The ceiling was so high that the lamps on the walls left the upper reaches in shadow. An urn of tea so sweet and thick that Ian thought he could have spread it on toast was simmering away in one corner. Boxes of tools and bullets were scattered around. Several smaller rooms split off from the main area to give the man in charge privacy, and to separate the small kitchen from the rest of the s.p.a.ce.
The next floor up, actually in the middle of the tower, was part.i.tioned into untidy sleeping quarters and exuded the rank smell of sweaty clothes and unwashed bedding.
Finally, sections of the tiled roof had been removed, giving anyone on the top floor a clear view in every direction.
'Yes,' the Doctor said, 'this will be ideal. Ideal, my boy.'
'Thank heavens for that,' Ian grunted as he and Fei-Hung set the tripod down. He wanted to yell with relief. He spread the legs of the tripod, then attached the telescope, which Pang lifted from its crate and held in place until all the screws and bolts were tightened.
'Capital, my boy. Boys,' the Doctor corrected himself.
He immediately set about lining up the telescope on the first of his chosen targets. 'Mars first, I think,' he said to Ian.
'Easier to find.'
'Precisely.' The Doctor adjusted the bra.s.s k.n.o.bs of the telescope.
Fei-Hung cleared his throat and said, 'I should be getting back to Po Chi Lam.'
'Very well, but be careful. City streets can be dangerous at night.'
Fei-Hung merely chuckled, and he and Pang left. The Doctor continued to peer through the telescope, occasionally swinging or tilting it on to a new bearing, and making notes on a piece of paper.
Major Chesterton was walking in a hall of mirrors. The hall was in total darkness, with no sources of light, yet he could see the reflections clearly enough. Variations on his own face leered at him shouting questions.
'Who are you?' a scar-faced Chesterton demanded.
'How long have your been here?' An old, white-haired version of himself asked.
'Who is she?' the younger one demanded.
Then the reflections started to step out of the mirrors and attack him. He fought back as best he could, but his other selves all seemed to be experts in Chinese boxing of various kinds. Fists and feet pummelled him, driving him down to the ground and then through it.
He was drenched in cold sweat when he woke. He stumbled to a cupboard for a brandy, and took a single hit from the bottle. He had never had a dream like this before. Of course, he had never before been told that there were two of him.
The very idea was utterly preposterous, like something Poe would have made up. Chesterton wanted to laugh, but the earnest expressions on the faces of such a diverse group of reflections gave him pause. He seemed to recall the Scandinavian legend of the Doppelganger, and wondered if this was the kind of thing people had seen.
Perhaps he should see this double for himself, he decided.
His mind, falling back into the irrational world of dreams, threw up a last suggestion. Maybe the other Chesterton was the part of him that had been missing since his fall.
Ian was feeling a little jealous of the Doctor hogging the telescope. It was a fine example of nineteenth-century science, and he wouldn't have minded taking a few observations himself. The Doctor finally stepped away from it.
He put the paper on a low table and started scribbling furiously, occasionally licking the pencil and mumbling to himself.
Then he looked up from his calculations. His eyes were as bright as new pennies. 'A conjunction,' he chuckled. 'Yes, there's going to be a stellar conjunction of sorts.'
The lightness faded from his voice as he looked at the paper on which he had worked out his sums. 'There are many cycles to the heavens, depending upon which celestial bodies you are relating to. In this case, there seems to be a relationship between the position of the Earth, the moon and several more distant regions of s.p.a.ce.'
'What sort of relationship?' Ian asked.
'A two-thousand-year-long cycle, which will soon reach its turning point again.' He looked out of the window, up at the stars in the clear summer sky. 'I must admit to you, Chesterton, that I do not like the look of this at all.'
'Doctor, you're beginning to sound like one of those women who think their horoscopes in the papers actually make sense.'
The Doctor gave him a withering look.
'I'm sorry, Doctor, but what you're talking about sounds more like astrology than astronomy.'
'I'm sure it does, but just because something sounds like something else, it doesn't mean to say that it is that something else.' The Doctor tapped his calculations. 'Suffice it to say that I have good scientific reason to think that this conjunction could well prove dangerous.'
When Fei-Hung reached Po Chi Lam a man was sitting in front of the gateway, leaning against it. Fei-Hung was sure he had never seen him before, but he looked vaguely familiar.
He was quite tall and a lot of white was starting to creep into his queue. His lined face had seen many years and probably many fights, and the tattooed forearms that emerged from his exquisite tunic were as solid and taut as if they were moulded out of steel.
The man was asleep and for a moment Fei-Hung wondered whether he should wake him, as he might have been a friend of Jiang's. But he was leaning against the gateway, so he would have to be disturbed anyway. Fei-Hung reached out to touch him gently, but the man's eyes opened before he could do so and he sprang to his feet.
'I'm terribly sorry, I didn't want to wake anyone at this hour,' Fei-Hung said.
The newcomer put his hands on his hips and looked askance at him.
'Good grief,' he said. 'Fei-Hung? My word, but you've grown. I haven't seen you since...'
'Do I know you?'
The stranger scratched his nose as he thought about this.
'Well, we've met, but you were very small at the time and probably don't remember. I'm called Iron Bridge Three. I'm a friend of your father's.' He pulled a folded piece of paper from his tunic and handed it to Fei-Hung. It was a letter from Kei-Ying - Fei-Hung recognised his father's calligraphy - inviting the man to come and discuss the current situation.
Fei-Hung handed the letter back and saluted, fist in palm.
This man was one of the Ten Tigers, and deserved such respect. 'Come in. I'll wake my father. He'll be glad to see you.'
'Chesterton...' the abbot mused. 'He will be the biggest danger to us in Guangzhou. The Doctor will undoubtedly ally himself with this soldier, who has already been sending out messages to the Ten Tigers. Since Kei-Ying and the Doctor have both survived, we should concentrate on the weakest link.'
'But there are two Chestertons,' Zhao said. 'We've been a.s.suming that Major Chesterton has simply taken to wearing civilian clothes, but Jiang has seen the two of them...'
'They are clearly brothers,' the abbot said. 'That presents us with an interesting opportunity.' He smiled, obviously taken with whatever plan he had in mind. Eerily, Zhao and Gao smiled too, as if the three of them had the same feeling about the same thought.
Both men will be on their guard for our a.s.sa.s.sins, but how could Major Chesterton suspect his own brother of planning to kill him?'
'The brother?'
'Yes. His name is Ian, if Jiang was correct. If we apply the right pressure, he will be able to approach his brother far more closely - and without arousing suspicion - than we could.'
'What sort of pressure did you have in mind?'
The abbot remembered something Jiang had told him, days ago. 'He has a woman. Her name is Barbara. If we bring her here, he will do anything we ask to save her life.'
Vicki had seen a lot of activity. First, late the previous night Fei-Hung had brought in a man with the bizarre name of Iron Bridge Three, and the early hours had been filled with the m.u.f.fled sounds of speech and laughter from the Wongs'
apartments.
Kei-Ying and Iron Bridge had gone off to Xamian before breakfast, neither of them looking at all tired.
Now another stranger had interrupted the dawn exercise patterns in the courtyard. He was big and long-legged, with baggy clothes and a booming voice. He strolled in, did something of a double take at the sight of Vicki, then grinned and stuck out a hand. 'This is the western custom isn't it?'
Vicki shook his hand. 'Yes, it is. Are you one of the Tigers?'
She had been told that other masters might arrive over the coming day or two.
'That's right. Tham Chai Wen. Most people call me Three-Legged Tham. I have a letter from Wong-sifu -' He broke off, looking past her. 'Do you know a large man, about seven feet tall, who likes to wear a cloak and hood, by any chance?'
'No, there's no-one like that here.'
'Ah, then we're in trouble, because four of him are coming this way.'
Vicki turned as he took up a fighting stance.
Tham kicked out at the first cloaked figure, a flurry of feet to the head, and fell in agony clutching his foot the way Jiang had earlier. The figure didn't even wince. It just grabbed Vicki, its fists squeezing her so hard that she thought the bones in her arms would splinter under their grip. It felt like the sort of pressure that could turn a piece of coal into a diamond.
Remembering what little self-defence knowledge she had, she thrust a knee into the figure's groin. White-hot pain exploded through her from her kneecap, but her captor didn't even flinch. It was as if she'd hit solid steel armour, or as if the figure holding her was some kind of robot.
Then one of her arms was free, but before she could take advantage of this, something in the back of her head popped like a flashbulb, and she knew no more.
Students and healers were flying through the air like dis-carded wrappings when Fei-Hung reached the hall, drawn by the shouts and yells. Three large, cloaked and hooded men were kicking in doors and slapping aside with incredible force anyone who got in their way.
One was dragging Barbara out of her quarters, and Fei-Hung immediately went for him rather than the men fighting with the male staff and students. He had delivered his third punch, and was launching a kick at the cloaked man's head, when the pain from the fist that had delivered his first punch backed up his arm. The kick faltered and he stepped back, his hands burning.
The man must be wearing armour under that cloak. Not even little plates on leather, but western-style, solid steel breastplates. Fei-Hung was looking for a weapon when something exploded across his shoulder blades, and everything went black.
The Doctor and Ian were in reasonably good spirits when they returned from Zhenhailou with their calculations, but Ian's mood darkened when he saw one of Po Chi Lam's gates lying off its hinges.
Immediately wanting to check on Barbara and Vicki, he dashed through the broken gateway, and stopped. The sight he saw was like the aftermath of the battle for the Alamo.
Injured youths lay everywhere, gritting their teeth against pain. Inside the surgery, Fei-Hung and a tall man in baggy clothes were doing their best to treat the most badly wounded. Their task wasn't made any easier by the fact that much of the furniture and many bottles and vials were broken.