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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  About the Author

  Copyright

  The Five Ancestors

  Book 1: Tiger

  Book 2: Monkey

  Book 3: Snake

  Book 4: Crane

  Book 5: Eagle

  Book 6: Mouse

  Book 7: Dragon

  For Jim Thomas,

  for getting me started;

  and for R. Schuyler Hooke,

  for showing me the way home

  Henan Province, China

  4348—Year of the Tiger

  (1650 AD)

  Thirteen-year-old Long limped along the Shanghai Fight Club tunnel, a river of blood flowing down his right thigh, the weight of a nation on his shoulders. He glanced at the crimson liquid oozing from his bandaged leg, and the steady stream leaking from his upper left arm.

  So much for winning the Fight Club Grand Championship. Previous champions had earned themselves prime positions within the Emperor’s military ranks. Long had earned himself a target on his head.

  Balanced across Long’s powerful shoulders was the unconscious giant of a man known as Xie—the Scorpion. Xie had been the Emperor’s personal bodyguard, but as of a quarter of an hour ago, he was, like Long, a fugitive.

  Long had to keep moving. Soldiers would surely be racing after them, following the directions of the new Southern Warlord—Tonglong, the Mantis. However, Long had no time to consider them or their whereabouts. He had a more pressing matter to deal with. He needed to lower his pulse. If he kept going at this pace, his racing heart would soon pump his body dry.

  Long—the Dragon—began a breathing sequence that would decrease his heart rate in order to slow his blood flow. Two short breaths in, one long one out. He felt a difference immediately.

  He continued along the tunnel’s dirt floor, but a stirring sensation in his dan tien—his chi center—brought a sudden sense of dread. His lower abdomen began to warm and his intestines started writhing like a ball of snakes. Someone was coming.

  “Golden Dragon?” a tiny voice whispered from down the dark corridor behind him. “Long? Are you there?”

  Long stopped and frowned. It was ShaoShu—Little Mouse. ShaoShu had used Long’s fight club name: Golden Dragon. Long turned and watched the small boy with the unusually limber body scamper toward him from the direction he had come from.

  “Turn back, ShaoShu,” Long whispered. “Return to Tonglong. You will not be safe with me.”

  “I don’t care,” ShaoShu replied. “I want to help. You’re injured and—Hey!” he squeaked, pointing at Xie. “Xie is alive! His arm just moved. How can that be? I watched Tonglong shoot him in the chest.”

  “Xie is wearing battle armor beneath his robe,” Long said. “The shock from Tonglong’s bullet just knocked him out. He probably has a cracked rib or two, but that’s it. He should be fine once he wakes up.”

  ShaoShu stared at Long’s bulging arms and thick chest. “You’re carrying him and battle armor? You’re barely a man. How did you get so strong?”

  “Exercise,” Long replied. “Now shoo.”

  “But I can help,” ShaoShu said. “Did you see what happened back there with the Emperor and Tonglong? You can’t do this alone.”

  “I saw,” Long said. “Tonglong killed Xie’s father—the Western Warlord. He also killed his own mother, AnGangseh. He’s crazy, but he has managed to put himself in a position to kidnap the Emperor, and that makes him dangerous and powerful.”

  “Crazy is right,” ShaoShu said. “He will kill you, too, if you’re caught. Why are you carrying Xie around? Just leave him. He’s always been mean to you.”

  “If my temple brothers and sisters are to have any chance of stopping Tonglong from taking over the country, we are going to need Xie’s help. He is still a very powerful man. In fact, he is the Western Warlord now. He—”

  Long stopped in midsentence as he saw ShaoShu’s body go rigid and his nose twitch.

  “Uh-oh,” ShaoShu said.

  Long focused his attention down the dark fight club tunnel beyond ShaoShu, and his dan tien began to twist and turn. More people were coming.

  “Listen,” Long whispered to ShaoShu. “You must either return to Tonglong right now or escape on your own. You can’t stay with me.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I will get Xie to safety, then I will rendezvous with my brothers and sister far to the north. Now go.”

  Long whirled around to leave, but his foot slipped in a pool of his own blood. He lost his balance, and Xie’s gigantic body shifted across his shoulders, dragging him to one side. His injured leg collapsed, and he went down. Xie’s head bounced off the tunnel wall, the impact waking him instantly.

  Xie sat up, fully alert, like a seasoned fighter who had been knocked out only to wake up swinging.

  “What is going on?” Xie demanded, staggering to his feet. He tottered, then centered himself and stood solid as a mountain. He rubbed his head with one hand and felt the dent in his chest plate with the other.

  “We’re being hunted,” Long said. He watched as first recognition and then memory flowed behind Xie’s eyes.

  Xie growled and glared back up the tunnel.

  Long spun around to see two soldiers approaching, one tall and one short. Each held a cocked pistol. The soldiers stopped just out of Long’s and Xie’s reach. The taller of the two cleared his throat.

  “Our apologies, sir,” the taller soldier said to Xie, “but you are under arrest. Southern Warlord Tonglong has ordered us to capture you, as well as Golden Dragon. Both of you, please come with us and maintain a reasonable distance. Our orders are to take you dead or alive. We will not hesitate to shoot either of you if you come too close or attempt to flee.”

  Long’s heart sank. In a traditional scuffle they might stand a chance, but against firearms combined with a short distance, all the kung fu skills on the planet would not help. He looked over to see ShaoShu’s reaction, but ShaoShu was gone.

  Long was about to look back at Xie when he noticed a blur of movement behind the taller soldier. It seemed ShaoShu hadn’t gone very far.

  ShaoShu scurried out of the shadows and sank his teeth into the taller soldier’s right calf. The soldier howled and spun around, swinging the butt of his heavy pistol at ShaoShu’s head. ShaoShu flattened himself enough to avoid the blow.

  The shorter soldier glanced sideways at his partner to see what was the matter, and in that instant Xie struck. Long had never seen a man as large as him move so fast. Xie covered the distance between himself and the second soldier with a lightning-quick shuffle-step and brought a hammer fist down onto the bridge of the soldier’s nose so hard that Long heard the man’s face crack.

  The shorter soldier dropped. He would not be getting up again.

  The taller soldier straightened and leveled his pistol at Xie, and Long sprang into action. He leaped with his good left leg and landed in
a crouch on his left foot, just out of the taller soldier’s reach. Long whipped his body around, raising his damaged right leg and slamming it into the outside of the soldier’s right knee with the force of a dragon whipping its tail.

  The soldier screamed as his knee popped!, and Long grimaced as the gash in his own leg grew wider. Long’s eyes began to water, and through the tears he saw Xie drive an elbow into the side of the taller soldier’s head. This man would not be getting up again, either.

  Xie kicked the soldiers aside and knelt next to Long. “Thank you. I may owe you my life.”

  “It was nothing,” Long replied in a weary tone.

  “Are you okay?” Xie asked. “Your face is deathly pale. I believe you may have lost a lot of blood. Let me carry you, Golden Dragon.”

  Long’s pride wanted to refuse the offer, but his common sense accepted it. He was feeling lightheaded. “Thank you,” he said. “But please call me Long. That is my real name. Golden Dragon is dead.”

  “As you wish.”

  Xie scooped Long into his arms, and Long looked down to see ShaoShu picking bits of silk pant leg from his teeth.

  ShaoShu grinned. “How did I do?”

  Xie chuckled. “I had never heard of mouse-style kung fu before tonight. Well done, little one.”

  “Yes, very well done,” Long said.

  ShaoShu beamed.

  “Could you do me a favor, ShaoShu?” Xie asked. “Place the soldiers’ pistols in my sash.”

  “Sure,” ShaoShu said. He hurriedly picked up the pistols, uncocked them, and tucked them behind Xie’s wide sash. Then he looked at Long. “I’d better get back to Tonglong before he becomes suspicious. I will continue spying on him, though, and I’ll try to figure out a way to get information to you.”

  “I still think you should run away,” Long said weakly, “but I am too tired to argue. Be careful, and do not stay with Tonglong any longer than you have to. You do remember how to find Hok and the others, right?”

  “Of course,” ShaoShu replied. “Go to the Jade Phoenix restaurant in the city of Kaifeng. Ask for Yuen.”

  “That’s right,” Long said. “Thanks, ShaoShu.”

  “Yes, many thanks, Little Mouse,” Xie added.

  ShaoShu smiled and disappeared down the tunnel.

  Long sighed and looked at Xie. He had never felt so exhausted. “There is an exit ahead. Are you familiar with it?”

  “I am. Let’s go.”

  Xie pushed forward through the tunnel with Long bleeding in his arms. He kept to the shadows and moved like his scorpion namesake, sure of himself yet cautious around every bend, every doorway. Long reached out as often as he could, extinguishing torches that were hanging along the tunnel’s stone walls, in order to put a buffer between them and any trouble on their flank. It slowed their forward progress but appeared to be worth the effort. No one caught up with them, and they reached the exit safely.

  Long groaned softly as Xie rested him on the tunnel’s dirt floor. Xie remained silent as he knelt down to make his gigantic self as inconspicuous as possible, then opened the exit door and poked his head outside.

  “I don’t see anyone,” Xie whispered. “Tonglong must still be in the process of shutting down the perimeter. We should make a run for it.”

  “Let me see,” Long whispered.

  Xie leaned back inside, and Long repositioned himself to face the door. Even that little effort made Long swoon. He carefully stuck his head into the cool night air and found that the moon was bright. Xie appeared to be right. The area looked vacant.

  Long pulled his head inside. “What if they have snipers on the rooftops?”

  “We will have to take our chances. They may not have had time to do that yet. It is my guess that Tonglong is busy with other things. Locating us is secondary to his larger objectives. He will deal with the Emperor first.”

  Long heard tension in Xie’s voice, and he thought again about what he had seen earlier. Tonglong had killed two people in cold blood.

  Long shivered. “I am sorry about your father.”

  Xie gnashed his teeth. “Tonglong is the one who will be sorry.”

  Long did not doubt Xie. He leaned through the doorway again and felt his dan tien begin to quiver. There was someone out there. He attempted to scan the rooftops and found that his vision was blurring from fatigue and blood loss. He strained to focus in the moonlight, but it was no use.

  “Do you see anything?” Long asked. “My eyesight is fading.”

  Xie carefully stood and leaned over Long, looking outside. “Yes!” Xie replied. “I see something on one of the nearby roofs. It appears to be a …” His voice trailed off.

  “Appears to be what?” Long asked.

  “Call me crazy, but it looks like a monkey jumping up and down, waving its arms.”

  Long felt a glimmer of hope. “Is the monkey alone?”

  “I believe so. It is partially in shadow, and … wait! There is someone else. A woman, or maybe a tall girl. She is wearing a white dress and a white turban. She glided out of the moon shadows beside the monkey for the briefest of moments, then nodded in our direction and retreated. If I were superstitious, I would have guessed that she was a ghost. I have never seen a human move that gracefully.”

  Long smiled, his own world now draped in shadows. “Pick me up and run to them as quickly as you can. It seems there is hope for us yet.”

  And then Long blacked out.

  “ShaoShu!” Tonglong snapped. “Where have you been? I was about to send a search party after you.”

  ShaoShu hurried out of the Shanghai Fight Club tunnel and stopped before twenty-nine-year-old Tonglong, who was standing inside the fight club’s main rear exit. ShaoShu struggled to catch his breath. “I got lost, sir,” he lied. “I am very sorry. Are we going somewhere?”

  “We are indeed,” Tonglong said. “All the way to the Forbidden City. Come with me.”

  Tonglong flipped his extraordinarily long, thick ponytail braid forward over his shoulder, securing its tip to his sash. He headed toward a group of four soldiers waiting outside the exit door. The men wore the red silk robes and pants of Tonglong’s elite Southern army uniform, and they carried a large object wrapped in a blanket. ShaoShu realized that there was a person inside it, wrapped up like an egg roll.

  “Is this how you plan to transport the cargo?” Tong long asked as he stepped through the doorway, into the night.

  “Yes, sir,” one of the soldiers replied.

  “Well done.”

  ShaoShu reached the exit door and saw a donkey attached to a cart. Next to the cart was a filthy rectangular wooden crate. Ventilation holes had been drilled at regular intervals along the upper section of each side, and large hinges were affixed to one of the sides and a heavy hasp to the opposite. Judging from the smell, ShaoShu guessed that the crate had once held pigs.

  “I believe it is large enough,” the soldier said to Tonglong, “but not everyone agrees with me.”

  “Find out,” Tonglong said. “Open it.”

  The men did as ordered, and Tonglong stepped around to the far side of the crate to get a closer look inside. The soldiers stepped around, too, and began to manhandle their squirming parcel to see how it might fit inside the crate. A section of the wrapping came loose, and ShaoShu saw a flash of brilliant yellow silk. This confirmed what he had suspected. Only one person in all of China was allowed to wear the color yellow, and it was the Emperor. Yellow symbolized the Emperor’s divine connection with the sun.

  ShaoShu felt no great devotion to the Emperor, but he did feel sorry for anyone who was being mistreated. He turned away from the spectacle and noticed something moving very fast and low to the ground in the distance. On first glance, it appeared to be a large shadow. However, after staring hard, ShaoShu realized that it had to be Xie and Long!

  He watched out of the corner of his eye as they crossed the open ground and slipped undetected behind a building. ShaoShu glanced back at Tonglong and the soldiers, but th
ey were still occupied with the Emperor.

  ShaoShu risked looking over toward Xie and Long once more. He saw a figure appear to float over to the edge of the building’s rooftop. It was Hok! She turned toward him, and he pointed to the wrapped captive. Hok seemed to nod, then she simply disappeared.

  ShaoShu grinned and looked back at the group of soldiers. One of them glared at him. “What is so funny?”

  “Uh, nothing, sir,” ShaoShu replied nervously. He realized that his arm was still outstretched, and he lowered it.

  Tonglong looked at him from the far side of the pig crate. “What were you pointing at?”

  ShaoShu’s eyes fixed upon the patch of yellow showing from within the captive’s wrapping, and one of the soldiers laughed out loud.

  “That is pretty funny, isn’t it?” the man said. “We confiscated the Emperor’s robes, which means even his underpants are yellow!” The soldier chuckled, and he quickly rearranged the blankets to cover the yellow cloth. Even Tonglong grinned.

  ShaoShu turned away. He really did not feel much like laughing. Behind him, he heard the Emperor being loaded into the pig crate, and something that sounded like a huge padlock being put through a hasp.

  A commotion within the fight club caught ShaoShu’s attention, and he looked over to see two soldiers running toward Tonglong and the soldiers. Unlike the four soldiers standing next to the cart, these men wore black silk robes with blue pants. They were the Eastern Warlord’s soldiers.

  The two newcomers stepped into the moonlight and bowed before Tonglong. One of them said, “We have news, sir.”

  “Yes?” Tonglong said.

  “Let me start by saying that it is an honor to serve you, sir. We have been informed that our Eastern Warlord has relinquished his command to you.”

  Tonglong nodded, and the man continued.

  “I regret that I must report that we have been unable to locate Golden Dragon or Xie’s body. In fact, evidence has been found that leads us to believe Xie may still be alive.”

  Tonglong’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Still alive? What evidence?”

  “There was an attack in the tunnels, sir. Two of our men were found dead. The site was littered with footprints the size of Xie’s.”