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into the courtyard alone. Not being sure
exactly what the attack meant, he wanted to inform Rogers of what had happened via
the portable Aetherwave located on his arm bracer. Hunting Owl didn't want
anyone to know of the portable devices if he could avoid it. He believed in
playing his cards close to his chest when he could.  After being reassured that
the ship appeared to be in no danger, Will had allowed the prissy little man
who was their minder lead Saira and himself to An Fong's audience room, where
they now sat on silk cushions, sipping tea.
    Will glanced around the chamber again while lifting the cup to
his lips. The room was larger than the cargo holds of the Wind Dancer, and was lined
with tall pillars that marched off into the shadows.   The main lighting came
from a skylight that shone down on a raised platform. The platform supported a
large throne-like chair which held An Fong. You could hide a small army in the
shadows at the edges of the room, Hunting Owl thought to himself in approval.
It was a safe bet that there were weapons trained on them.
    He barely wet his lips, as he looked up at An Fong. The man on
the throne was clad in a brilliant green robe, carrying his years with a quiet
dignity that Will associated with some of the council elders of his youth.
Hardly what Will would have thought of when he imagined a crime overlord. So
far their conversation had been bland small talk about Hong Kong and the wider
world. The only real surprise was silently sitting to An Fong's right in the
form of Guang, the bodyguard. He was now wearing a black silk robe, long sword
case at his feet. He was sipping his own tea quietly, watching Will and the old
man talk. Will wasn't sure yet how he fit, but he was more than just muscle.
    It was time to dance, Will thought. They had never gotten a
chance to get this deep into an organization like the Fong's. No matter what
the Black Ships were up to, they needed somewhere to fence their booty, refuel,
get information on new targets. They couldn't be that independent.  If anyone
would know anything, it would be the man sitting across from him, and Will had
what that man needed. He placed a hand on the cylinder. An Fong noticed the
gesture and spoke.
    “We appreciate the efforts that you have taken on behalf of our
mutual friend and ourselves, Captain Hunting Owl.” The old man had a
surprisingly strong voice for one of his apparent years. Will nodded
acknowledgment of the crime lord’s words.
    “Did not the Sage write that to aid one's friends is to court
Heavens bounty?” Will answered.  Fong grunted, and picked up his tea.
    “I see that you are not merely a man of action William Hunting
Owl, but of learning as well.” He sipped. “The bounty of Heaven indeed may not
be counted.”
    “Perhaps so,” Will agreed. “But as men we must seek to reach
understanding of its bounty, however limited that understanding may be. But
before we speak of such matters, forgive me if I am too forward.” Will leaned
towards the throne determinedly. “Do you know why we were attacked?” The
ancient man smiled like a skull.
    “Would it surprise you to learn that I do not know, William
Hunting Owl? That such men should dare to reach so is not the order of things.
This disturbs me. It also disturbs me that they would know of your coming.”
    “I can promise you that whoever these men are, they did not
learn things from me or mine.” Will said levelly. An Fong grunted again at
this.
    “I would presume no less,” Fong replied.  “The reputation of
Hunting Owl and the Wind Dancer for honest dealing is well known to us, even
while we disagree on some of those dealings. No, I fear that this is a matter
closer to us.”
    “Who rules in China today William Hunting Owl?” An Fong asked
suddenly. He continued on before Will could answer.  “I will tell you,” the old
crook rasped. “No one does.”
    “We were once a great people. We built great things, we made
great songs. We