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Once You Kiss a Stranger God's Gift to Women In the blink of an eye several seasons had passed, and he had neither summoned his concubine to lie with him nor attended to the affairs of the realm.

He asked the eunuch who brought him his food for news of the Ceylonese monk, but the monk had disappeared without a trace.

One day, an emissary of the realm of Taz arrived from the distant west, bearing the warrant of the Tazik ruler. The Taz cavalry, mounted on blood-sweating steeds, bows on their backs and arrows between their teeth, often harassed the Tang borderlands.

The Taz emperor wished to make reparations, an offer the Tang could ill-afford to rebuff. As prince of his people, the emperor had a responsibility to ensure their safety.

Thus he ascended his throne and received the delegation with a haughty smile. Neither could he understand anything the emissary said.

The emperor began to lose interest in the proceedings. He instructed his prime minister to entertain the delegation with a feast, while he himself retired to his chamber.

This threw the emperor into a rage, and he had the maid and eunuch who were standing guard outside the chamber brutally flogged, until they mewled like kittens.

He meant to have them flogged to death, but later changed his mind, and instead gave them over to his most merciful empress, hoping that under her corrective influence they would reveal who had stolen the bracelet.

Even her ministrations coaxed nothing from them, and in his fury the emperor ordered they be sent out through the Meridian Gate to be beheaded, before changing his mind once again and sparing their lives.

Instead he ordered that the imperial guard arrest the family members of all the city reeves responsible for catching thieves, so that they might not be distracted from the case by family matters.

He also ordered that all the city gates but one be sealed, and that anyone leaving the city be rigorously searched and interrogated.

Then he began to feel bored and returned to his private chamber, instructing the eunuchs to tell him when the bracelet had been found. The all-illuminating benevolence of The Holy knew no bounds — as it shone upon the grasses and the flowers, so it shone even upon the worthless, stinking-ninth reeves.

Should they fail to locate the bracelet they would dash their own brains out, without troubling the emperor to lift a finger. The other reeves listened, moved to tears, and praised in one voice the magnanimity of the emperor.

They thought until the flames guttered and dawn glinted, but no one thought of a single lead. As everyone knows, the imperial city walls were made of close-set, polished bricks, four zhang in height, and patrolled day and night by the purple-clad imperial guard.

But it was even more unthinkable that the thief was someone within the imperial palace. The Holy was a prince of such benevolence as appears only once a century.

Even the poorest wretches in the land revered him; how much more so the residents of the imperial city? Furthermore, the emperor himself was the source of all love in the world: everyone loved the emperor, and the emperor loved everyone.

Anyone who did not love the emperor was living in darkness — without his love they could not survive an hour. The reeves thought until their heads would burst, then one by one fell asleep on the benches.

The hot May-morning wind blew into the dispatch room, and the blue-bottles danced. The reeves awoke, and were immediately ashamed at the thought of the emperor waiting anxiously for them to retrieve the bracelet.

So they went out into the streets. Broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, hair to his hips, dark of brow and clear of eye, with a voice like a watch-tower bell.

He had used a little too much force, and the thief was strangled. Someone like Wang An ought not to have been a reeve at all. He ought to have been a purple-clad member of the imperial guard.

Guardsmen needed no martial skills, only height and a beard, both of which Wang An possessed. He could even have been a spear-bearer at the front gate of the imperial city.

The ways of the Tang were different than those of the Song or Ming: the young daughters of officials and ministers would often go out riding, and when they saw spear-bearers of particularly heroic mien, they presented them with fruits they carried in their bosoms.

Even princesses and gentlewomen often rode in and out of the palace, and invited the handsomest warriors into their chambers to tickle them with their beards, afterwards presenting them with betrothal gifts of inestimable value.

In becoming a stinking-ninth reeve, Wang An had sacrificed a lifetime of love and amorous dalliance. Wang An went out in the company of the other reeves.

The rest went to the broad avenues and bustling commercial streets; no one was willing to partner with him.

He bid them farewell, and walked through the streets that separated the city districts. Each fang was four square li in area and surrounded by its own walls, three zhang in height, with corner towers that pierced the clouds.

Between these walled fang were open avenues one half- li wide, planted with locust trees. As Wang An walked through the verdure between the fang , he encountered not a single soul.

And Wang An was headed for Guifang, in the north-western corner of the city, which was even more deserted. The avenue was choked with tall grasses, leaving only a narrow footpath.

In places, the plaster had crumbled from the walls of Guifang, exposing the baked mud bricks that made up the wall. At its foot was an open gutter in which water flowed green as pus, and when the breeze blew the dry locust blossoms dropped from the trees like rain.

The corner towers of Guifang had long since collapsed. Of the four fang gates, three had been permanently sealed.

The one remaining elm-wood gate was now little better than a rickety fence. At noon, the one-eyed gatekeeper sat in the shade of the gatehouse, mending his clothes — he was wearing the clothes as he mended them, and looked like a monkey hunting lice in its fur.

All that was visible upon entering the fang was ruins: crumbling walls and collapsing buildings, withered trees and yellowing grass. Guifang had been more or less abandoned for more than a century.

Standing in the open space inside the gate, looking in all directions, he could see no buildings but the small, grass-ridden pavilion standing atop the half-collapsed gate.

A rubble-filled pool was overgrown with brambles; the old false mountain next to it was draped with withered vines. In the distance was a covered corridor, its roof caved in here and there, like the skeleton of a giant python.

All was dry and yellow; there was very little green. Wang An knew that in fact they were not alone in the fang , but he had never seen the other person, or people.

The inside face of the fang wall was intact, and covered in scratched drawings of little people. Wang An went home by way of the small path at the foot of the wall, examining the drawings as he went.

He thought there was something quite peculiar about their style. He passed a row of locust trees. May had only just ended, and the green leaves of the locust trees were already completely eaten away, leaving only yellowed leaf-skeletons, like the beards of western barbarians.

Wang An was shocked. First of all, he did not know this person. Second, the girl was extremely pretty, with a head of jet-black hair, eyes as bright as springs, and lips red as flowers.

And finally, she was putting the caterpillars she picked up into a fold of her clothing — she wore a long gown, dyed green with locust bean-pods and tied at her waist with a cord, and the caterpillars squirmed in the belly of the gown.

So they grabbed her and tied her hands and feet with leather straps, and carried her away on the back of a horse. When they left they whipped the gatekeeper and told him to fix the roads.

They were mean old soldiers. When Wang An heard that he went straight home. The girl loosened the cord at her waist and countless caterpillars cascaded to the ground.

She stomped them into a paste, turning her feet green, then followed Wang An. He lived in a little thatched building. The door had been kicked in and the furniture overturned, as though a mortal struggle had taken place inside.

Wang An put things to rights, then sat on the bamboo bed to change. He removed his old clothes but found he had no clean clothes to change into, and had to choose a robe from the cabinet that was worn but not too dirty.

Before your missus was taken away, she cursed your ancestors to eight generations — why would she do that? The birds have enough to eat.

Now I have something more important to do. Wang An did, in fact, need someone to wash his clothes, so he wrapped up his dirty laundry and handed it to the girl.

She held it close, smelling the reek of the stables. It smelled good to her. She asked:. My wife is being held hostage.

Until I solve the crime, she will have to stay in a cell and eat rotten food. That sort of woman should feel lucky just to have married a man like you!

Never mind a few days in prison, she should be willing to sacrifice her life! He had to get her out as soon as possible. He closed his eyes. In the evenings, before they went to the bed, his wife would play with his beard.

Once his wife had threaded her hands into that beard all her daytime savagery fell away, leaving only tenderness.

As the girl looked at his beard she, too, wanted to touch it, but he turned over in bed, pressing the beard beneath him, out of reach.

She heaved a sigh and left. Wang An opened one eye and saw the sunlight leaking in through the broken door. The color of the moles was that of the red veins that run through the finest agate.

By night and day she was two different women: demon by day, goddess by night. By day a rearing cobra, by night the most docile of Persian kittens.

Wang An was mystified by her behavior, and the more he was mystified, the more he loved her. The next morning, when Wang An arrived for roll call at the yamen dispatch room, he found the place plunged in despair.

Those bracelets had been sent to the emperor, who flew into a rage when he saw them, saying that anyone who dared bring him counterfeits would be gelded and reassigned as a eunuch.

They had to rely on the emperor to make the final judgment, but now the emperor wanted to geld them. Supposing he gelded them all: even if, in the end, they found the real thief and their wives were restored, they would no longer have any use for them.

Surely the great and holy Son of Heaven could appreciate the irony? The emperor sat in his private chamber in the center of the palace, one eyelid twitching.

He knew that meant someone was talking about him, and he immediately suspected it was the flock of reeve crows, wagging their tongues. In the midst of his sacred rage, he considered issuing a decree and having the whole lot of them gelded.

But he changed his mind an instant later: he could have the reeves gelded with a snap of his fingers — why not wait and see how things panned out?

When the emperor sat within his private chamber, he usually held the bone-bead bracelet in his hands. As he did he was able to see the tropical rainforests, the steaming swamps, and the decaying stumps in the warm-water rivers, and hear the heavy nasal breathing of the Ceylonese monk.

Not until he reached the extremes of exhaustion did he relax his grip and allow the warm gray beads to slip from his fingers. Now, without the bracelet, the emperor became agitated.

He wanted to leave his chamber, ascend the throne, and begin ordering people about: geld Jing Zhaoyin, have all the reeves beaten, and execute the eunuch and maid who guarded his chamber.

But he immediately changed his mind, and decided he would not leave the chamber. All those things could be done at any time — so what need for haste?

Even with the bracelet in hand, the emperor had a temper. At those times he would emerge from his chamber and go to his empress.

The twenty-seven-year-old empress had skin as transparent as shimmering white jade. She had never once in her life eaten solid food, and subsisted solely on soups and broths.

It stirred his desire every time he smelled it. The emperor took this as indication that, of all the people in the world, his empress loved him best.

Every time he thought of her, therefore, his heart bloomed with tenderness. But every time, after thinking of her, he changed his mind.

Going to his empress would be the simplest course of action — so why rush into it? More difficult would be the retrieval of his bracelet.

Though he had not seen her for three years, he was certain that she of all people understood him best, and was sure to be able to retrieve the bracelet.

He sent someone to tell her that, though it was only a simple string of bone beads, it had been pressed in the hand of the Ceylonese monk throughout his travels, and thus had a special significance.

The emperor claimed that they were plain bone beads, but the reeves suspected otherwise. It was said that holy relics shone with an aura of dharma, visible only to elder monks and those blessed by fortune.

As more bracelets were found, therefore, they should first be sent to a temple of great renown, to be examined by an elder monk.

Any that were determined to be Buddhist treasures could then be sent to the palace. Hearing this, Wang An stuck out his tongue and left the dispatch room.

He gazed toward the towering imperial palace, the soaring eaves and rearing arches that made up the towers and pavilions of the palace, the whole looking like a mirage hanging in the sky — the shortest of the towers must still be a dozen zhang in height.

If they could find someone with the ability to climb those turrets, they might have some hope of finding the bracelet.

But was a thief of those skills likely to be nabbed in the streets by the reeves? The way they were conducting the hunt, they were doomed to lose both their parts and their wives.

Back in Guifang, looking again at the stick figures drawn on the fang walls, Wang An noticed that they all had square heads, square mouths, and square eyes, and legs thin as flax stalks supported their enormous square bodies.

He found himself pitying them — were they suddenly to come to life, those legs would snap immediately. Wang An turned his head to see the girl in green standing beneath the locust trees, holding a pile of clothing in her hands.

He clasped his hands behind him, turned, and began pacing away. The girl followed behind him. Wang An had already suspected that he might be the model for the figures, with their coffin-like torsos, because each wore a straw beard.

But it still made him furious to hear her say it. He quickened his steps toward home. Once there he rummaged through the cabinets, wanting to change out of the sweat-soaked clothes he was wearing, but found nothing.

For an instant Wang An was going to refuse, but he changed his mind, and a smile re-appeared on his face. He was hirsute, and highly embarrassed to let others see his hairy chest.

Can I touch it? Wang An blushed instantly, turning nearly purple — his wife only touched his beard before they made love. What absolute madness that she had seen it!

Why are you roaring? The swiftness of her temper took Wang An by surprise. He composed his own features, and did his best to smile.

The girl was already happy again. I just washed them in the pond out back, they come out smelling that way. Wang An broke out in goosebumps.

He knew the pond she meant: covered in algae and full of toads and water-snakes, the water thick and green as snot.

He went to his cabinet and withdrew some copper coins, paying one zir per piece, and an extra five wen for having washed them well.

Then he told her to go home, he was going to take an afternoon nap. Before she left, she said:. Perhaps that really was all the little devil wanted.

She extended all ten fingers and plunged them into his silky beard. She felt that if a woman could have a beard like this not one she grew herself, of course , she could know no greater happiness.

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