‘How many do you think we need to recruit?’ I said.
‘Gold?’
‘We should bring on another three hundred to guard the Mountain when the demons have returned to strength,’ Gold said, ‘but we don’t have room for them. Bright Mansions is full. There’s plenty of room in Wan Chai to train them, but nowhere for them to live.’
‘We could buy another residential building in Happy Valley,’ John said.
‘Good idea, my Lord,’ Gold said. ‘The market is down, there are some good buys. We could buy an older building, demolish it, and construct something purpose-built. We could even do that with the North Point building, put up something with more space.’
‘At the current rate of construction, Gold, how long before we can start moving students back to the Mountain?’ I said.
Gold’s boyish face went pensive. ‘I think about five years, my Lady.’ His face cleared. ‘I see your point.’
‘Yes,’ John said. ‘It will take that long to build to purpose anyway. Forget it. We’ll buy something in the Valley and put them there. See to it. Dismissed.’
‘My Lord,’ Gold said, and disappeared.
John turned to me. ‘I don’t know how I managed without you, Emma.’
‘Neither do I.’ I glared at him. ‘It’s August already.’
He leaned back and put his hands behind his head. ‘I don’t have time, Emma.’ He threw himself forward again and rubbed his hands over his face, then tied back his hair.
‘You’ll have all the time in the world if you fade out and leave us. But we won’t be able to defend Simone.’
‘Simone can call a Celestial Master now. You don’t really need me any more. I could go now.’
I shot to my feet, horrified. ‘Don’t you dare leave us, Xuan Wu!’ I shouted. ‘We need you! You can’t go!’
He sat unmoving, his face expressionless.
‘Don’t go, please, John.’ I fell to sit. No. He was right. He could go. Simone would be safe if she could call a Celestial Master.
‘You wouldn’t be safe though, Emma. I need to stay near you.’
‘My safety is beside the point. Simone’s the one we need to protect.’
‘I need to protect both of you.’
I crossed my arms on the pile of papers in front of me and put my chin on them. ‘We need you here. Please don’t go yet. Wait until you can’t stay any longer. We need you. I need you.’
He smiled gently. ‘If I’m going to stay around then I’d better see Mercy.’
I leaned back and sighed with relief. ‘You gave me a terrible fright just then, John. Please don’t do that again. Promise you’ll stay absolutely as long as you can.’
‘I promise you, Emma. Of course I will stay as long as I possibly can. I want to be with you. I want to be with both of you. I was just teasing.’
‘You’ll be teasing on the other side of your shell next time,’ I growled. ‘I’ll clear our diaries for the week after next and we can all go to Paris. We’ll need to have it done before Simone starts school. Michael should come as well; some travel will open his mind, and he can meet Kwan Yin. We can return Charlie to London while we’re in Paris. How’s that?’
He spread his hands across the table. ‘Whatever you organise is fine with me. I am in your capable hands.’
‘I wish,’ I said with feeling, and he went expressionless again. ‘Call Kwan Yin and tell her you’re coming.’
He remained unmoving.
‘Do it right now, Xuan Wu.’
He pulled himself upright. ‘Is that an order?’
‘Damn straight it is.’
He leaned across the table and glared at me. I leaned forward as well and glowered back. We faced off across the table. I was about to shout at him when Ms Kwan appeared next to me. ‘Don’t worry, Emma, he called me. I will be waiting for you, Ah Wu. Look after yourself and your family.’
He nodded to her but she had already disappeared.
‘Happy?’ he growled.
‘Not until I have you in Paris and locked up with her,’ I growled back. ‘Go and meditate. Guard your energy. You’re probably running on empty.’
He grinned and pushed his chair away from the table. He was.
A week later Charlie came in to clear the dishes from the family dinner.
‘Sit, Charlie, Monica can do that,’ I said. ‘Meeting time. I’ve arranged for us to go to Paris next week.’
Simone wriggled in her seat. ‘I want to go to the Eiffel Tower!’
‘You always want to go to the Eiffel Tower,’ John and I said in unison, then shared an indulgent smile.
‘I’ve made the arrangements,’ I said. ‘Out of Macau, as usual . . .’ I hesitated, then shook my head. ‘It feels very strange to be the one saying this.’
‘Get used to it,’ Leo said softly.
I ignored him. ‘Out of Macau, as usual, next week. When we arrive in Paris, we’ll pop you on the train to London, Charlie, and you can organise the house in Kensington for us.’
‘My Lady.’
‘Oh, come on, Charlie, please,’ I said, exasperated. ‘There’s really no need for that.’
She just smiled.
‘We’re going to London too?’ Simone squeaked, eyes wide. ‘I want to go to —’
‘The Science Museum,’ Leo finished for her.
‘Well I do, silly Leo.’
Michael sat quietly. I understood: he was listening carefully and didn’t want to mess up. At least he knew the situation. When I went to Paris, I hadn’t even known why we were there until we’d been attacked by demons. Then I realised that Michael didn’t know why we were going to Paris either.
‘Stay here after everybody’s gone, and I’ll explain for you, Michael.’
He nodded appreciation.
‘We’ll be staying in Paris for five days . . .’ I turned to John. ‘Are you sure five days is enough? We can spend the whole week in Paris if we have to. You needed a good ten days after the Attack.’
‘Five days is sufficient.’
‘Okay. Five days in Paris, then two days in London, then back here to prepare these young people for school.’
Leo and Michael scowled and I glared both of them down.
‘Everybody happy?’
Charlie opened her mouth, then closed it again.
‘Go on, Charlie, this is family.’
‘My Lady.’ I sighed, but she continued anyway. ‘My Lady. Before we go, may I take some time to shop for my relatives? I’d like to go to the markets, Stanley and maybe Temple Street, to buy gifts for them.’
‘Temple Street!’ Simone said, excited again.
‘You want to come too, Princess?’
‘Ooh, yes please, Charlie, I love Stanley and Temple Street. Can I go with Charlie, Daddy?’ She stopped and thought. ‘I have some money I can spend too.’
‘You can go, Simone. When is a good time, Emma?’
‘How