Jade War

Lott looked older; he was dressed in a collared shirt and smoke-gray jacket, talon knife sheathed at the hip, wavy hair cut short to show off the jade pierced through the tops of his ears. He didn’t smile, but the adolescent sulkiness that used to hang around his bow-shaped mouth was gone; he spoke slower and more seriously. Unmistakable as a Fist of No Peak.

“Juen-jen. Lott-jen.” Anden touched his forehead and inclined in salute. He took his suitcase and went into the house.

Like Janloon itself, the Kaul family home overwhelmed Anden with its familiarity and yet there were signs that things had changed. Some of the furniture was new and old pieces were rearranged. Anden glanced into the study and did not recognize Lan’s old space. The desk was cluttered, there were more chairs, family photos on the walls, a television playing on mute. Most striking of all were the signs that this was a house with small children: a playpen in one corner of the family room, a half-assembled train set on the floor, a stack of children’s books on the coffee table, pairs of small shoes near the door. For a long minute, Anden stood in the foyer, unable to move, until Kyanla came through the kitchen with a joyful shout and ran to greet him. “Anden-se, finally you’ve come home!” She’d aged visibly; her hair was gray now, her soft face wrinkled.

Anden went out to find the Pillar sitting in the courtyard. A cigarette dangled from the fingers of one hand, but he did not seem to be smoking it. Hilo’s gaze was distant and tired, and there were circles as dark as bruises under his eyes. Anden approached and stopped in front of his cousin, but he didn’t sit down in the seat opposite him at the patio table. Hilo looked up at Anden as if rousing to the realization that he was there, even though Anden knew he must’ve Perceived him arriving several minutes ago. Neither of them spoke at first; they took each other in silently.

At last Anden said, “How’s Wen?”

Hilo stubbed out his unsmoked cigarette. “She’s recovering in Marenia. Dr. Truw says it could take a long time, because of the brain damage. She’s partly paralyzed on the right side of her body. She can understand what people are saying, but has trouble talking.” Hilo’s voice was factual and expressionless, his sunken gaze nowhere nearby. Quietly, “She’s alive, at least. It could’ve been worse.”

Wen had been flown home from Port Massy as soon as she was able to be transported. Hami Tumashon, working under Shae’s orders, had swiftly made a number of discreet but persuasive and costly arrangements on behalf of the Weather Man’s office. The staff at the Crestwood Hotel conveniently failed to remember seeing anyone go up to Zapunyo’s hotel room. The police report concluded that the smuggler had been assassinated by bodyguards in his own inner circle during a shootout that left everyone in the room dead. Several members of the Kekonese community testified that Wen was Anden’s cousin and Rohn Toro’s recent girlfriend from Janloon, which was why the three of them were together on the night of the brutal revenge killing by Willum Reams’s reestablished Southside Crew. Wen, who was in no state to answer any questions from local authorities, was medically evacuated to Janloon within forty-eight hours. It took another week and a half for Hami and the clan’s lawyers to extract Anden—long enough for him to recover in the Dauks’ house under Sana’s care. Exhausted and shaken, he’d slept for days, huddled under blankets and fed bone broth like an invalid, but he wasn’t as sick as he’d been the last time he’d handled too much jade.

At Rohn Toro’s funeral, he’d folded the Green Bone’s black gloves and laid them in the man’s casket. He wished he could’ve saved Rohn as well on that terrible day. He’d tried, but Rohn’s throat had been crushed in his violent final struggles and too much time had passed; by the time Anden crawled over to him, the life energy was gone from his body. He wondered if the Dauks blamed him for failing, but when he tried to apologize, Dauk Losun only shook his head and put a heavy hand on Anden’s shoulder. “A man as green as Rohn Toro, he wasn’t fated to leave this world peacefully,” Dauk said sorrowfully. “Let the gods recognize him.” Anden had always thought of Rohn Toro as the most Kekonese man in all of Southtrap, and yet he’d been as much a part of Port Massy as the Iron Eye Bridge. Without him, Espenia once again seemed like a foreign place to Anden, one that he was relieved to say goodbye to. Even bowed down with grief, the Dauks were there at the airport along with Mr. and Mrs. Hian to see Anden off on the day of his departure.

Cory was not there; he’d come into town to attend Rohn’s funeral but stayed only for the day before returning to Adamont Capita. Although the circumstances were tragic, Anden was grateful for the chance to see his friend one more time. And to apologize in person.