by Kedriaa
Disclaimer: GW characters do not belong to me. No monetary profit gained through this venture - just an ample amount of self- satisfaction and self-indulgence.
<"..."> spoken in Cantonese
A cold and chilling air hung around the Chang Mansion. The happiness and joy that rang aloud within the walls for the past decade have been silenced. Sure, there were heart wrenching confrontations, bold-faced defiance, chronic disobedience and even severe punishments, but there had not been a death in ten years, especially not the death of a young lord in his prime.
Every member of the household functioned in a zombie-like state, all performing their duties as expected like mindless automatons. There was no idle chitchat or gleeful gossiping, no friendly banter or casual joking. The life and passion of this house were robbed by the news of the death of Chang Kim Fei.
Out atop the roof of Wu Fei's bedchamber, a miserable, heartbroken and angry youth sat. Everywhere Wu Fei went, a painful reminder of his brother stabbed at him. Each room he entered held some memory of Kim Fei - the things they did together, the pranks they played on their sisters and the punishments they endured for their disobedience. Only out on the rooftops could Wu Fei find a measure of solace that was absent anywhere else within the estate.
He stared dispassionately at the sunlit sky. The bright winter sky did little to lift his spirits. Even as emotions raged within him, his eyes were dry; he had no more tears left. His period of mourning had been over for weeks but the anguish would not be silenced, the ghosts would not be laid to rest.
When the cause of his brother's death was reveal to him, the pain turned into anger. While engaging in an all-night orgy of food, drink and women hosted by a fellow official, Kim Fei had killed himself with an overdose of opium. Wu Fei has been angry since, angry at his brother's stupidity and callousness toward his own life, angry at his brother's neglect and selfishness, angry that his brother chose to abandon him and his family for a fleeting moment of euphoria. Not only was he angry, he was afraid. Even if he could come to terms with Kim Fei's death, he wasn't sure if he could truly forgive himself for not trying harder to help Kim Fei's beat his addiction.
<"Wu?"> a soft soprano called from the ground level.
<"I'm up here,"> he replied.
Wu Fei listened to the stealthy movements of his wife coming to join him.
Soft comforting arms encircled him. He leaned back against the security of the love of his life. Mei-Ran had been a pillar of support the past few weeks. Comforting him, calming him and bearing the brunt of his anger, tantrums and moodiness.
<"How could he do this to us?"> Wu Fei whispered, asking the same question over and over again, <"Why couldn't he just listen to me? Why couldn't he have stopped when there was chance?! Why couldn't he have an ounce of restraint and stopped to think for a second about the people he would leave behind! What of his wife? What of his mother? And Father? AND ME?">
<"Hush, lover, its okay,"> she tightened her hold on him, <"Wu, it's not your fault. You do not dictate his choices or his actions. I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you,">
<"BUT HE DID!"> Wu Fei exclaimed and buried his face into Mei-Ran's shoulder, crying like he had never cried before. Mei-Ran hugged him close, gently rocking him, whispering words of reassurance and patiently waiting for this wave of tears to subside.
<"Feeling better?"> Mei-Ran asked as Wu Fei lifted his head from her shoulder when the tears finally stopped.
<"A little,"> he gave her a feeble smile, <"You're here, aren't you?">
<"Flatterer,"> she kissed him lightly on his forehead.
<"How are things going, and everyone else?">
<"The same,"> Mei-Ran sighed. She was the only family member who had not been completely overtaken by grief. She has assumed responsibility of running the household, <"Mother Su Yin's condition has not changed. Mother Hoi Yee is trying her best to help her and your sisters. Father is still busy with work, doubling his efforts to stamp down on the illegal opium trade. It's almost like an obsession for him. I think that is the only way he knows how to cope with it.">
<"I'm sorry. I should be doing all this. It's my duty now to - ">
<"Hush, Dragon,"> Mei-Ran laid a finger on his lips, <"That's what I'm here for, to support you in anything and everything. I am more capable of running a household. Who did you think was running the school? I don't want you to worry about anything. So now you're the heir but the home and hearth is the wife's domain, is it not? I'll take care of everything.">
Wu Fei nodded mutely. He didn't want to think about his brother anymore, he didn't want to think about the pain and sorrow that ran through the mansion, he didn't want to think about the descending weight of being the heir to the estate. He just wanted to be away from all this.
As if reading his mind, Mei-Ran stood up and tugged at him.
<"Get up, I've got a little treat,">
<"Treat?"> Wu Fei allowed himself to be lead down from the roof.
<"Yes, I'm taking you out for the day.">
<"Where are we going?">
<"To my little secret place,"> she smiled cheekily.
<"Now, I'm intrigued,">
<"I promise we'll have to good day,">
<"Who am I to argue with the Mistress of the Chang Mansion?">
<"Don't get cheeky!"> Mei-Ran wagged a finger at him.
Wu Fei followed Mei-Ran to the stables to find a young stable boy waiting for them with two saddled horses. Wu Fei also realised then Mei-Ran had put some effort in this. A large bag was securely tied to Mei-Ran's horse; its contents unknown to him, while his horse carried a large woollen blanket.
Mei-Ran refused to say anymore and rode off in a gallop. Wu Fei hurried after her. She led them out of the city and headed east. Half a league out of the city, Mei-Ran led them down an overgrown path, almost taken over by weeds, unruly bushes and overhanging trees. A little further down the path, it opened out into a large, serene meadow.
Wu Fei smiled to himself. Again he revelled in the little things that he was STILL discovering about his fiery phoenix. He never saw Mei-Ran as the nature loving kind but he could see how much she enjoyed being out in the open, under the tender gaze of the cerulean sky.
Leaving the horses to graze, they chose a random spot and laid out the blanket. The moment it was set, Wu Fei found himself flat out on the round with Mei-Ran straddling his chest.
<"Is that what you meant by promising me a good time?"> he smirked at her.
<"If you want me, Master Chang, you'll have to catch me first!"> she leaned down, pecked him lightly on the forehead before bolting off in a dead run.
Wu Fei didn't spare a second and scrambled after her. It began as a game of tag but when Wu Fei closed the gap between them, Mei-Ran stood her ground and fought instead. Their rivalry resumed as they tried to outmanoeuvre each other. It was in actuality a good practice session for the both of them. With all that has happened in the past few months, Master Ron has been lenient to them. They were in need of a good practice and who better to practise with than each other - the two top disciples of a well renowned martial art school?
Even the best would tire.
Wu Fei flopped listlessly down onto the blanket, pulling Mei-Ran with him. They lay there staring at the rolling clouds, simply enjoying each other's company.
Despite of everything that had happened, Wu Fei could not deny his contentment and joy. He could scarcely believe that a year ago, Mei-Ran and he were fighting like cat and dog. If anyone told him then that he would be married to the She-Devil of Canton before the year was over, Wu Fei would have thought him crazy. Yet there she was, in his arms reading out loud a compilation of Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Dickens and Bronte poems to improve her diction and pronunciation. Wu Fei drew her closer and buried his face in the familiar scent of magnolia and sandalwood.
It wasn't until Wu Fei's stomach growled did they move. Mei-Ran had prepared a small selection of cakes and sweet meat and packed a gourd of sugar cane drink for this little excursion. Wu Fei was pleasantly surprise and pleased to see her put so much effort to cheer him up.
He pulled her close and kissed her passionately, almost making her drop the food.
<"Hmmm..."> she moaned as they parted, <"What was that for?">
<"Do I need a reason to kiss my wife?">
<"Charmer!"> she grinned and stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth.
As dusk approached, the pair decided to return. Without the sun warming the air, it was getting too cold to be sitting in a meadow. Even after spending the afternoon away from the mansion, Wu Fei was still reluctant to be at home.
Mei-Ran suggested a visit to Duo's. It has been a while since they last saw him. The effervescent, bubbly Irish could always put a smile on Wu Fei's face.
After dropping off the horses and the bags they were carrying, the couple made their way to the apartment blocks.
"Fei! Mei-Ran!" Duo hugged them heartily the moment the door flung opened, "I'm so sorry. I heard. How are you?"
"I am bearing up well, considering, but I have a great pillar of support right here," Wu Fei slid his arm around Mei-Ran's waist, "What of you? I know my father and the other Canton officials have been pretty much mounting a crusade against all foreign merchants."
"Whatcha talking about? The crusade started the moment we docked!" Duo snorted, "But we're okay. We've just been subjected to a lot more inspections and there are night patrols now, but it ain't nothing we can't handle. Anyway, what brings you here?"
"Just needed to be out of the house," Wu Fei shrugged.
"Wu need cheering up," Mei-Ran added.
"You need cheering up? Then you're just in time! We've got us a little party down by Pier 49!"
"Party? Is that why everyone is still up and about?" Wu Fei asked.
"Aye!"
"What's the occasion?"
"Christmas!" Duo exclaimed merrily.
"Christmas?" Mei-Ran quirked a delicate eyebrow, "What is Christmas?"
"Oh, where do I start?" Duo chuckled then began to explain every last detail he knew about Christmas, first the religious aspect of the festival then the traditions that they uphold. Wu Fei and Mei-Ran hung onto every word he said, fascinated by the wonder called Christmas, from Jesus to Santa Claus, from eggnog to turkeys, from mistletoes to carols.
The party was in full swing when the trio arrived. Duo, being right in his element, instantly blended into the crowd, drinking, mingling and being the life of the party.
This time Wu Fei didn't feel as awkward as he did at the last party. That was mainly due to the fact that he could understand the hubbub that was buzzing around him. Moreover, he and Mei-Ran weren't the only Oriental faces there. Several Chinese merchants and workers had joined in the festivities.
Wu Fei and Mei-Ran wondered around for a while before deciding to settle down in a quiet corner of the warehouse. Even though they weren't in the thick of it, they were still enjoying the boisterous environment. Duo soon tracked them down and hastily began pouring alcohol down their throats. Wu Fei has flatly refused the tankard of beer that Duo had shoved under his nose but Duo wouldn't take no for answer and introduced them to the eggnog instead. Mei-Ran didn't complain; she had taken a liking to the Christmas drink.
They continued to watch the party revellers from their quiet, secluded corner. Occasionally, someone would stagger up to them, telling them how great the fight was at the last party. Some even asked if there was going to be an encore. Evidently, their little caper with Master Yong's disciples was rather unforgettable for all present that night.
Duo appeared periodically to top up their drinks, Mei-Ran's in particular. Because Wu Fei DID know better, he was certain that Duo was trying to get his wife drunk. As Mei-Ran was really enjoying herself, Wu Fei didn't have the heart to stop her.
As midnight approached, the crowd was getting rowdier because of drink. In addition to that people were simply in high spirits. As if on cue, the joyous occasion was disrupted by a hoard Imperial Guards. This would be the first of many damaging events that would widen the rift between the foreign merchants and the provincial government.
It took the party revellers a few moments before they realised they had gatecrashers. The armed guards had simply stormed in, silenced the band and the crowd and drew attention to themselves. An unsuspecting Chinese merchant was hauled to where the commander of the troop stood. And to Wu Fei's horror, the commanding officer was none other than his father!
The Chinese lad was thankful that he and Mei-Ran were seated in the far corner of the warehouse under the shadows of the gangway. Grabbing Mei-Ran, he carefully retreated further into the shadows and slid behind a row of crates that were being used as chairs.
Fortunately, General Chang was too busy chastising and commanding the hapless merchant to notice his wayward son and daughter-in-law fraternising with his sworn enemies.
Upon receiving what Wu Fei assumed was instructions, the merchant proceeded to translate and relay it. The Westerners were told that General Chang was there with orders to search the warehouse as it was under suspicion of housing contraband.
Wu Fei instantly knew that it was no more than an excuse to rain on the parade. Firstly, if they were serious about doing a search, it would've been done in daylight. Secondly, Wu Fei knew this warehouse has been unused for the past few months. The crates that littered around them were empty as was the rest of the warehouse. The only thing that this warehouse had in it was people. Wu Fei knew that his father was merely being vindictive. He knew that General Chang just couldn't bear the idea of the Westerners have a party while one of his sons lay six feet in the ground.
The merchant/translator continued to prattle on about cooperation, non-interference and the General's willingness to arrest anybody who would so much look at him the wrong way.
As uncharacteristically as it was, Wu Fei began to panic. He scanned his immediate vicinity to for an escape route. If his father found him there, the General was going to be doing a lot more than burning books and making him choose marriage or a career.
"Shit, Fei," Duo whispered from behind him making him jump, "You look like you saw a ghost!"
"I'm more afraid of the living than the dead!" Wu Fei replied in an angry hush, "That's my father out there!"
"Fuck!"
"Damn right I am!"
"Mei-Ran seems rather calm about this," Duo gestured to the petite figure curled up against Wu Fei.
"That's because she's fucking drunk, you prat! No thanks to you!" Wu Fei gritted his teeth and suppressed the impulse to pummel Duo. It would do him no good to pound the one person who could get him out of this fix. True to his instincts, Duo did not fail him.
"See that door over there?" Duo pointed into the dark.
"No," Wu Fei squinted into the dark.
"Trust me, there's one there. That's your escape,"
"He'll see us if we move! Gods, they're beginning to clear out the warehouse!"
"Just wait for my cue then run for it, okay?"
"What cue?" Wu Fei asked but Duo was gone. He dared a peek over the crate to see Duo conferring with a large blond Wu Fei recognise as Jimmy. The next thing Wu Fei knew Duo had stalked up to where his father stood.
"Hey!" the braided Irish address the interpreter, "Tell, Genghis Khan here that if he wants us to cooperate, he damned well show us a little respect. This here is East India [1] property, so he's trespassing!"
Wu Fei wasn't sure which he feared more - his father's soldiers thrashing Duo or Duo's own fellow Westerners beating him up. Surprisingly, the Westerners voiced their support for the young Irish. A few braver, perhaps crazier, of the lot followed Jimmy's lead in backing up Duo.
The translator stood rooted to the spot in confusion, fear and utter silence until the General demanded to know what Duo had said. In a frightened whisper, the small merchant relayed the message.
General Chang's eyes bulged and Wu Fei could distinctly see the veins in his temples throbbing. In all his years as a government official, Wu Fei was certain no one has ever had the audacity to challenge him. Now the General had a smart-mouthed Irish teen, who was no older than his own son, questioning him in front of his men. Wu Fei knew that that did not bode well. He prayed to any gods and deities listening to keep Duo safe from his father's wrath.
After a moment of fuming, the General ordered his lieutenant to restraint the 'impudent gwailo' and anyone else foolish enough to interfere. Just as one of the guard approached Duo, Jimmy took a swing at him. Wu Fei stood, mortified, as chaos gatecrashed the party as well.
Wu Fei knew that that was his cue. As much as he wanted to stay and make sure Duo and his friends were okay, he could not let their valiant, albeit foolish, sacrifice be in vain.
He hurriedly ushered Mei-Ran to her feet and led her to the door Duo pointed out earlier. Not pausing to check if they were spotted or followed, Wu Fei wove around the maze of alleyways and back lanes to get back to the mansion. Thankfully Mei-Ran wasn't completely incapacitated by drink.
Again, Wu Fei prayed that Duo would be all right. This was one debt that he had to repay in full.
The next morning that greeted Wu Fei was not a good one. Mei-Ran had her first hangover and wasn't pleasant company at all. She was grumpy, irritable and sarcastic. She had decided to remain in bed to avoid having to be nice and act like a filial daughter should. Apart from that, everything she did made everything hurt. Wu Fei made a mental note to NEVER let Mei-Ran near alcohol EVER again.
If Mei-Ran's sour mood was any indication to how the rest of the morning would turn out, Wu Fei should've stayed in bed too. Leaving Mei-Ran to the tender mercies of the morning after, Wu Fei strolled into the breakfast room to find his father in a surprisingly good mood. It was probably the best he has been in since Kim Fei's death.
General Chang was heartily retelling the tale of his successful raid last night to his wives and daughters. Wu Fei tried his best not to react to anything his father said and sat down obediently to eat breakfast.
<"I could not believe the impudence of that gwailo whelp,"> General Chang snorted, <"A little street rat like him demanding respect from the likes of us! He looked like a troublemaker! And that braid of his! What was he trying to prove? That he was one of us?">
Several head around the table nodded absently. Wu Fei felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise but carried on eating.
<"Well, that boy and his friends will be taught a lesson!">
Wu Fei almost choked on his shrimp dumpling. He knew all too well what it was like to be taught a lesson by his father. Wu Fei was torn between defending his friend and sparing is own hide when his father suddenly turned his attention to him.
Wu Fei froze.
<"Where's Mei-Ran?"> the General asked.
Wu Fei sighed a breath of relief, <"She's not feeling well and has decided to stay in bed,">
<"She's not pregnant, is she?">
This time, Wu Fei DID choke.
<"Jung!"> Hoi Yee flew to his rescue, <"I thought we agreed NOT to hassle them for grandchildren? They are young, there is plenty of time,">
<"There is little harm in asking, is there?">
<"Just as long as you're JUST asking,"> Hoi Yee warned, <"Have you asked for some breakfast to be brought to her, Wu?">
<"Uh, no,"> Wu Fei shook his head and hastily took that opportunity to leave the table, <"I'll go do that now. May I be excused?">
<"Of course,"> Hoi Yee nodded.
Making a quick detour to the kitchen, Wu Fei returned to his room. He questioned the wisdom in waking Mei-Ran again. He was certain that he was going to bruise from the retaliation to her wake-up call he received earlier that morning. Nevertheless, he HAD to do something.
Wu Fei was certain that General Chang had taken Duo and his friends into custody and was most likely recommending a public flogging as their sentence. He COULD NOT allow that to happen. If he wasn't at the party Duo would not have had to cover for him and gotten into trouble with his father.
<"Mei?"> he whispered gently.
<"Go. Away."> was the irate, muffled reply from under the blanket.
<"Duo is in trouble because of us. Father says he is going to punish him. We have to do something.">
The figure beneath the blanket stirred and a pair of bleary brown eyes peered over the edge of the covers.
<"What?"> she asked, perplexed.
Wu Fei couldn't help but smile. Even in her worst form, Mei-Ran looked adorable. He brushed a lock of hair out of her left eye and began telling her the events that transpired after she got legless.
<"He is either brave or crazy,"> Mei-Ran sighed in exasperation.
<"A little of both, I believe. We have to do something. Apart from saving Duo and his friends from public humiliation, we have to prevent affronting the Western governments any further. I am certain this would drive another wedge between the British and the Empire. That is if it hasn't already. Father is on a vengeance trail, no one would benefit from this!">
<"Then go to him and present your case,">
<"Now who's the crazy one?">
<"We have to take that chance. Just play down your involvement. He knows you have had an interest and knowledge of the West, no denying that. You don't have to tell him your continued involvement with the West after the book burning incident.
<"You can represent the well being of the public, of the civilians. You have to convince him that you want to be there to offer him a non-militaristic outlook to the situation. Remember to reaffirm the fact that you understand that those partaking in illicit activities should not go unpunished. But whatever the punishment he may deem appropriate, he must not tip the delicate balance of our treaty with the West.
<"We are denizens of the Celestial Empire and we should do all within out power to represent the Emperor in a merciful and benevolent light. After all, the Emperor would not want in people endangered in any way.">
<"If this is what you can come up with with a hangover, I can hardly wait to see what you think of when you're in top form,"> Wu Fei pecked her lightly, <"My sudden interest in politics could raise suspicion. I will need to present my case well. Adversely, Father could be so thrilled with the notion that I am no longer a child interested in frivolous matters and welcome me with open arms.">
<"I believe it would be the latter. He has tried once in making you choose that vocation but the attempt was in vain. Now that you willing approached him about it, it would undoubtedly make him happy.">
<"Just as long as he doesn't find out that we have an ulterior motive. He would be none too pleased with that.">
<"He won't. You are not an uneducated clout and you DO have the interest of the people in your heart. I wager your father would be surprised and proud you are able to so eloquently represent our people.">
<"This is crazy, you know?">
<"I know. That is why it is going to work. Your father would NEVER know what hit him. Go! Talk to him. Get your foot in the door if nothing else. At least you have a pretext to go see Duo if nothing else.">
<"You are the best, Phoenix.">
And thus Wu Fei braved his father. He broached the subject delicately, appealing to his father's pride by agreeing with him that the 'impudent gwailo' comment's were disrespectful and uncalled for. In a sense, Wu Fei DID agree with that. Wu Fei continued coaxing his father into talking about his recent efforts to put a halt to the illegal opium trade.
They were right; General Chang WAS thrilled to find his youngest son, now heir, interested in politics. It wasn't long before General Chang told Wu Fei to accompany him to the Ministry of Justice, just to see how things worked.
Wu Fei had his foot firmly in the door.
It took Wu Fei several hours before he could get away from his father and find where Duo was. He had also managed to 'borrow' the General's jade seal, the symbol of his office and authority. No one dared question him and his actions, in fact everyone scuttled away as quickly as possible whenever the seal was spotted.
Wu Fei had demanded privacy when he found the cells where Duo and his friends were held. Once again, the guards chose not to question his presence or his reason for wanting to speak to the gwailos alone.
"Duo, I'm so sorry," he whispered through the bars.
"Heh." the Irish shrugged, sporting a black eye and a split lip. "At least, this is one Christmas I ain't gonna forget! I'm guessing you and Mei-Ran got away okay?"
"Yes, thanks to you and your friends. Duo, that was really foolish but I thank you. This is one debt I mean to repay."
"Oh, don't get all honour bound and shit on me, Fei. It was bound to happen! We've been sitting on a keg of gunpowder for months. Whatcha doing here, anyway? If you get cornered again, I can't do much to save ya this time!"
"Don't worry about that. I accompanied my father here. He's busy with something else. I AM the General's son and heir, it's about time I make full advantage of my title and rank to help a friend out."
"You don't need to. I'm sure our people are going to do something about it. There were enough of our people there who didn't get locked up. Someone is bound to report this to the Navy."
"I am certain they have. However, the Manchu officials will undoubtedly tie things up and delay your release just to spite your government if nothing else. My father wants you all punished by our law. I intend to put a stop to that. Just sit tight and I'll do all I can to prevent any harm being done on you and your friends."
"I have faith in you, Fei. Just be careful. We ain't worth your ass being lashed."
"But apparently I am worth yours being flogged?"
"What can I say? I've got a soft spot for beautiful Orientals."
"Just be good, Duo." Wu Fei reached out to clasp Duo's hand firmly. "I don't think I could forgive myself if something happened to you. You're in this mess because of me."
"Friends look out for friends. I know you'd do the same for me if the roles were reversed."
"You can be certain that I would. I had better go. I do not wish to arouse too much suspicion on my first visit here."
"Be careful!"
Wu Fei shadowed his father for the next few days doing all he could to stall the General. Luck was with him as several members of the provincial council were not too keen on sentencing Duo and company to public flogging. They were merely guilty of starting a brawl, albeit with imperial guards. Such a trivial offence would not have warranted any kind of flogging if the guilty were Chinese.
Nevertheless, General Chang was adamant. It was fortunate that he did not have the last say in the matter. When it came to the castigation of criminals, it was up to the judge assigned to the city to pass sentence. However, the General was still one of the most powerful and influential members of the council. If indeed he put his foot down, no one would dare argue.
It was because of that Wu Fei doubled his efforts in trying to dissuade his father in pursuing vengeance. He argue vehemently, he boldly demanded, god forbid, he even begged shamelessly for General Chang to change his mind, for him to consider the consequences of his actions, and mostly for him to not take it personally.
All his pleas fell on deaf ears. General Chang was a hard man to sway. Wu Fei was at wits end but assistance came, nearly a week later, in the form of a bold, young British Lieutenant by the name of Zechs Merquise.
A few days after Duo's incarceration, relations with the British Empire took a turn for the worse. Naturally, they were none too pleased to learn about the arrest of six of their citizens. They were even less thrilled to find out that the detained were possibly going to be publicly flogged. Several attempts to negotiate for the release of the detained with the council had failed due to a communication problem. General Chang had declined his son's help in the matter, simply refusing to believe that Wu Fei could possibly be fluent in the 'devil's tongue'.
Zechs approach was far from quiet or discreet. He rode through the streets of Canton to the chamber of council upon his palomino unaccompanied. The presence of a foreign national in the heart of town was enough to drive the crowd into a frenzy. The masses gathered, gaped and even followed the British Lieutenant through the town.
Zechs swept into the foyer just as Wu Fei was coming out to investigate the commotion. He was surprised to see a British soldier standing at the doorway, by himself and unarmed. Wu Fei wasn't sure if he was brave or crazy. Evidently, the tall blond had something in common with the braided Irish. Perhaps it was in the nature of the British to be a little bit crazy and a little bit brave.
Taking the initiative, Wu Fei approached Zechs.
<"Good afternoon, good sir. I am Lieutenant Zechs Merquise, a representative of the British Empire,"> Zechs greeted Wu Fei, <"If I may request for an audience with the council, I wish to request for the immediately release of the British citizens currently being detained by your government.">
Wu Fei blinked in surprised. Zechs was fluent in Cantonese and his articulation was accurate and flawless. It was heartening to know that someone on the other side of the fence had also taken the time and effort in learning his language just as he had theirs.
<"Certainly,"> the Chinese youth replied after a moment of stunned silence, <"Please follow me. The council members are currently in conference; they should be finished for the day soon. I will request for an audience on behalf of you for you to present your appeal.">
<"Thank you."> Zechs smiled as he followed the Chinese youth. <"If I may be frank, I was told to expect a lot more resistance than this,">
<"That is not a warning said in vain, Lieutenant, the resistance will present itself within the chamber of council. Nevertheless, not all of us are xenophobic. I have nothing against the introduction of a foreign culture to our land. In fact, I welcome it.">
<"You are a rare entity among your people,">
<"As you are. You speak our tongue well."> Wu Fei ushered Zechs into the room adjoining the conference chamber.
<"We have a saying in English, when in Rome, do as Romans do."> Zechs took a seat. <"Moreover, I found the language fascinating and a real challenge to learn. I could never resist a challenge.">
Wu Fei chuckled. He was beginning to like the confident lieutenant. Zechs reminded him of Duo but in a more refined and aristocratic shell.
<"If it is a challenge you are looking for, then be assured that you will get one when you step through those doors. I know for a fact that a few members of the council are strongly opposed to the presence of your people here. Notwithstanding, I also know that some are not completely deaf to appeals. Present your case well and you may yet win the favour of those who have your compatriots' freedom in their hands.">
<"It is good to know that I will not be talking to brick walls. Thank you for your concern. As long as there is someone in there is willing to listen, I am certain my request for my compatriots release will be granted.">
Somehow, Wu Fei did not doubt that. He had only met Zechs and he was convinced that what Zechs wanted, Zechs got, by hook or by crook. He smiled to himself before rising from his seat. <"I wish you the best of luck, Lieutenant. I believe they are to adjourn soon. I will announce your presence before they leave. If you would excuse me,"> Wu Fei bowed.
Zechs stood and returned Wu Fei's bow.
Wu Fei then marched into the chamber and was almost reprimanded by his father for his rude interruption. But before General Chang could utter a word, Judge Loh questioned Wu Fei. The Chinese youth announced Zechs' presence and his purpose of approaching the council. As expected some members of the council were outraged by Zechs' audacity, others were simply curious, wanting to meet such a bold character.
After a moment of arguing among themselves, Zechs was granted an audience.
With the poise and confidence befitting a member of the British Navy, Zechs marched into the lion's den.
Zechs didn't as much requested for Duo and company's release as demanded for it. His demeanour was polite and formal, his voice low and calm, and he addressed each and every member of the council with utmost respect. It did appear like he was graciously appealing for their release but Wu Fei knew a demand when he heard one, even if it was sugar coated.
He was surprised that Zechs was not bodily thrown out onto the streets. He was even more surprised to see how Zechs was slowly charming his way around the chamber. Wu Fei was certain that if Zechs kept it up he could have asked for the treasury and it would have been handed over to him, gift wrapped. Not only was Zechs an eloquent speaker, he was a remarkable a diplomat.
Zechs reassured the council that the detained would not go unpunished. However, the British government would prefer to trial and sentence its citizens in accordance to British law. Zechs graciously invited the council to witness the trial if they wish. However, they would only be there as observers and not participants.
Eventually, the British Lieutenant did get what he wanted. Wu Fei wasn't sure how he did it exactly but he couldn't care less. Judge Loh was one of the few members of parliament that did not hold an irrational grudge towards the Westerners. He may not have welcomed them with open arms but he certainly did not begrudge them simply because they were different.
Much to General Chang's dismay, Judge Loh and several other council members were satisfied by Zechs' reassurance and deemed that the time served in the Cantonese jail was punishment enough in the eyes of the Manchu judiciary. Duo and his fellow detainees were to be released into Zechs' custody.
Wu Fei breathed a sigh of relief. In a matter of hours, Zechs had accomplished what he had failed to do for the last five days. Wu Fei was officially in awe. He had not believed that anyone, save the Emperor himself, could have influenced the council into doing something they had originally opposed to doing. The fact that it was a gwailo that turned the tables was the most shocking of facts.
<"Lieutenant?"> Wu Fei approached the tall blonde. Zechs was asked to wait in the courtyard for the detained British Citizens. They were to be escorted to the docks by the command of the military leaders. The leaders simply did not trust any gwailos roaming free in the city.
<"Yes?"> Zechs turned to regard the Chinese youth, <"Do forgive me, I did not catch your name.">
<"I am Chang Wu Fei."> Wu Fei held his hand out. <"Pleased to meet you,">
Zechs smiled and took his hand. <"Likewise. How may I be of service, Master Chang?">
<"I know it may seem strange, but I wish to thank you. I have been trying to dissuade the council in punishing the citizens of your nation. It would not have benefited us if the sentence had been carried out.">
<"You need not thank me, it was my duty to my country and my Queen to protect her people."> Zechs paused a moment before continuing. <"Perhaps, it is I who should thank you, for without your intervention the sentence would have been carried out soon, no?">
Wu Fei chuckled. <"I have no claim to such influence. I simply cast caution into the wind.">
<"And that caution was enough to make some of your council member think twice.">
<"If that how you see it, Lieutenant, I shall argue no more and say you're welcome.">
<"Forgive me for being bold, but you seem to have a personal stake in this matter.">
<"In a manner of speaking, I do,"> Wu Fei nodded, <"I cannot deny that it was my father who spearheaded the intent to have your people publicly flogged. I think that was an error in his judgement. I must apologize for that.">
<"Ah, so you are related to the infamous General Chang Jung."> Zechs nodded knowingly.
<"I see he as a reputation among your people as well.">
<"Yes, he has. I wish to extend our condolences for the death of your brother."> He bowed then continued. <"But it was not this incident that gave your father a reputation. He has been an ardent pursuer of justice and has tried many a times to quash the illegal opium trade since it was discovered. I can understand your father's unwavering dedication in this matter.">
<"Dedication? It has become an obsession. I fear he may have taken leave of his senses since my brother's death."> Wu Fei sighed, surprised by his openness to a complete stranger.
<"From what I saw, he seemed rather composed.">
<"Perhaps. I only hope I am jumping to conclusions."> Wu Fei then looked up to see Duo and the other five British citizens being lead out by a couple of guards. <"Ah, your charges have been released.">
<"Yes, indeed they have,"> Zechs said with an amused smirk, "Duo Maxwell. Why am I not surprised to see you among the captured?"
Wu Fei raised an enquiring eyebrow at the approaching Irish. Duo smiled sheepishly at Wu Fei and Zechs.
"And why am I not surprised it would be you to come to my rescue, Lieutenant Merquise?" Duo replied cheekily.
"How many times is it now that I have saved your hide?"
"I thought we weren't counting?"
"I only stopped because I felt you owed me enough of favours for one lifetime. That doesn't mean that I have forgotten the ones we have counted."
"Och! Don't remind me."
Zechs chuckled, "Well, if you start behaving, then you won't have to be in my debt any further! And speaking of debts." The tall blonde turned to Wu Fei. <"Master Chang, again you have my thanks for your assistance in approaching the council. Your help has been invaluable.">
<"You're welcome. Our goals are one and the same, to keep this fool and his friends safe.">
<"Oh? You know this braided Irish delinquent?">
<"We have met."> Wu Fei smiled but said no more.
"Hey, just because I don't speak the language fluently doesn't mean I can't understand anything you're saying!" Duo pouted. "Let's get going, Zechs! I've seen enough of this place. Five days in a damp, musty cell can do damage to a lad's complexion, y'know?"
"I do not take orders from you, Mr. Maxwell." the Lieutenant frowned. "But yes we will take leave of this place. Your punishment is not over. You and your friends here will stand trial before our judiciary and explain why you decided to start a fight with the Manchu Imperial Guards."
"Oh, for the love of God! It was just a brawl!" Duo groaned.
"A brawl no less with the local law enforcers," Zechs pointed out brusquely.
"Figures!" Duo snorted in dismay. "I thought this was too good to be true! Thanks a bunch, Lieutenant!"
"You will pay for your crimes," Zechs replied simply.
"Oh, like being in prison for Christmas ain't payment enough?"
"That remains to be seen. If you are fortunate, your term served within the Cantonese jail would be punishment enough in the eyes of our law." Zechs gave Duo a steely glare before bidding Wu Fei goodbye. <"Master Chang, duty calls, I'm afraid. I really should get Mr. Maxwell back to the ships before he gets into any more mischief. We may yet see each other again, although I hope it would be in better circumstances.">
<"Likewise, Lieutenant,"> Wu Fei shook Zechs' hand, <"Farewell.">
Duo spared him a quick glance and a smile, simply to say thanks, and we'll talk about it later in private. Wu Fei nodded his acknowledgement as he watch the party of seven, with Zechs upon his white palomino, accompanied by several Imperial Guards head to the harbour.
A huge wave of relief washed over Wu Fei. Duo would be safer in the hands of his own people. At least, he would not be subjected to a beating.
He smiled to himself and decided to return home. For one, he did not want to face the wrath of General Chang. The General would no doubt be furious about Duo's release, Wu Fei wanted to stay out well out of the line of fire. Secondly, his task was done. And finally, he had missed spending time with Mei-Ran.
[1] The English East India Company (EIC) was the most unique organization in British colonial history. On October 16, 1599, Queen Elizabeth I granted a charter to the EIC, awarding it a monopoly of the trade with the East. The EIC was made up of a group of London merchants, ordinary city tradesmen and aldermen who were prepared to take a gamble in buying a few ships and filling them with cargo to sell in the East. At the end of the voyage, after the return cargo was sold, the profits would be shared among the shareholders.
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