When I was writing this section, I was thinking about how a culture creates games that are important to the values they want to preserve.
I looked at the inventory of games in my house and saw that a majority declare a victory based on the accumulation of wealth, either by collecting denominated money, properties, or a figurative accumulation of points. It's no surprise. We're capitalists. The primary incentive for the American Dream of going to college is to make money (since education costs so much in itself).
As we head into summer, many of us will get all focused on baseball. So many people I know complain how slow-moving and boring it is, and why don't we just get rid of it? To me it persists because it says something about the American mind right now. It's a big team, nine, and everybody has a specific job to do at which they can shine, but they most rely on all of the others. The truly American part is that everybody has to get up and take a turn at bat when they go on offense. It is a recognition of the individual apart from the team. And while it appears boring if you're not paying attention, it's really the most tense part of watching your team play. And anybody can be a hero, or a goat.
Na has just dragged Clete off into one of Dog Island's games. It says something about the Island's past. Just warning you, you will never get the full story of the Island's past. It's too long for the scope of this novel even though the Island as a human settlement has not existed for that long. This book will never get to a point where I will be fielding questions at an author's talk--it's just too quirky a work--but if it ever does, you can ask all about this strange place, because it DOES have a back story.
Have a fine Memorial Day however you spend it. I fully expect nobody will be reading this on a holiday, and that is a good thing. You have a life. Live it.
Love
Pops
Clete's personal journal entry continues.
U.S. Time: Wednesday evening, July 25, 2012
Island Time: Dragon, Month 6, Day 7, Xingqi 3
Island Time: Dragon, Month 6, Day 7, Xingqi 3
Project Date: Week 4, Day 3
Na had initiated a game they played as girls. I had the role
of the mute “Hostage” who was ordered where to go by the “Slaver” who was
behind him. The role of the “Hunter” was to track down the Slaver and capture
the Hostage by placing two fingertips on the Slaver’s spine, as if a knife or
gun. The Slaver and the Hunter then switch roles upon which the new Hunter must
slowly count to 99 while the Slaver and Hostage make their escape before the
new hunt begins. We had passed into Feng’s domain to the west when we heard a
fierce cry of the word “HUNT!” rise up in the distance.
“Head to the north,” her fingers punctuated the order with
her tapping on my spine. “To the left. We have got to get out of the open. We
are going to move behind Feng’s chicken coops. We moved quickly. Feng also had
a small fenced duck pond as well. We settled behind one coop and waited for Mei
to pass, at which point we would backtrack. I hung close to a wall while Na
crept around me to get a look, when Mei jumped out and made the first capture.
“You are SO predictable! You always come
to the coops first.”
“Ugh! One, two, three, . . .” started Na.
“Slow down! You’re counting too fast! Hostage,
move in the direction I nudge.”
So on we went. The Slaver had a logistical disadvantage of
trying to manipulate the movements of two people, while a Hunter could quickly
run ahead of a less than cooperative pair. We proceeded to the north, but when
she thought we were out of sight, Mei shifted us to the west. Na’s cry of “HUNT!”
rose up and Da Mei hurried me over a gentle hill which descended to a calm
beach where there were several caves. She motioned me into one of them. Again,
the same strategy of taking a guarded position waiting for the Hunter to
overshoot. We were hunched behind a boulder and we had a wide vantage point to
observe 270 degrees of approach. However, fingers touched Mei’s back, and Na
announced my recapture.
“You should listen to our daughters chat
once in a while. They said a new connecting passage had opened between this
cave and Cave 5 at low tide.”
“Ungh,” groaned Mei. She started her
count, “One, two, three. . .”
And so we continued.
Na pushed me to the north and we entered familiar territory for me,
Lee’s Water Domain. We got onto the main path and she advised us to make a run
for the lab. I complied and we took refuge in a stand of palm trees nearby. It
was at a point higher than any place around. She looked about carefully. She
spotted Ling and someone else—I couldn’t tell who it was—walking off the path
into an area that looked like a stand of trees with broad leaves like banana
trees. She smiled to herself, and motioned us out into the open. We lingered
slowly a bit. I think when she felt like Mei had a chance to spot us, we ran
into the “banana”-tree grove, but cutting away off the path after we had
entered. She ordered me to grab an overhead branch and swing myself over some
brush and she did likewise. She was apparently trying to cause a gap in our
footprint trail. The ruse worked as we watched Mei pad stealthily past our
hidden position.
“HA! I got her to follow Ling.” She had us
backtrack up to our previous high point so that she could monitor Mei’s
actions. “She’ll be off on an unnecessary side trip for a while. Your right leg
seems to be getting tired. Let’s sit and rest her for a bit.”
“Am I OK to talk now?”
“You can call a recess, any player can, so
fine.”
“We’ve covered quite a bit of terrain. I
need to see these caves at some point.”
“You want to go now? I can call off the
game.”
“I’m not on duty—this is R and R. Plus, I
don’t have my lanterns. But yes! I want YOU to show them to me some time.”
“I will. But the sea caves in the
southeastern quarter you will find MUCH more interesting. I will have to
calculate the next low tide though. ”
“I can look it up online. You have
kayaks?”
“We have paddle boards.” Na just stared at
me for a time.
“Something on my nose?” I asked.
“You can stop acting now. I have seen
enough. I am convinced.”
“Convinced of what?”
“You. You’re The One. You’re the Prince.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking
about.”
“Play it that way if you want. Maybe you
have your own timing. Fine. But I am SO ready to leave. Just, … please Clete?
Include me in your plans? Yi and me? ”
Then it dawned on me. That story the
Daughters told me. “Now wait a minute. You’re not mixing me up with that fairy
tale of yours are you? That legend of the return of the Prince of China?”
“That’s
SOUTHERN China. There’s a difference. And it’s not a return. He’s never been
here.”
“EVERYBODY’S
a goddamned literature professor here! Na! You don’t need me for jack shit. You
and your daughter are autonomous people right? You’re both free agents. If you
get passports you can leave this place anytime you want.”
“It’s not that simple for us. You have to
be The One to make it happen.”
“Hey, I realize you’re isolated here and maybe
the process seems daunting to you, but I’m sure it’s just paperwork. I’m happy
to work on your behalf. Let’s go the agent of the Protectorate, Rex, tomorrow
and start the process. Do you have family someplace else you need to contact to
stay with?”
“I am not stupid. Please. I know how to legally
emigrate if I want. But if you really are the Prince, that’s not how it’ll be
done. I can’t just up and leave them all here.”
“I am the third son of man who had print
shop in Los Angeles. He did business cards, menus, and sales flyers. He had a
niche business because he could set up jobs in three sizes of Chinese type. His
father was a cannery worker. I guarantee you I am not a prince.”
“Things happen here. Things that cannot be
explained. Things are not always as they seem.”
“That tells me nothing. How will it be
done? You want me to help you and Yi get liberated from this place? Give me a
clue.”
“I don’t know. I don’t know. I DON’T
KNOW!” She put her face into her hands. “I just know there has to be something
more than this … for Yi especially. This is a transition time for her right? At
her age? I don’t want her life to be taking care her cousins’ shit. And is
there something more for me even? Is that selfish to ask?”
“I’m a teacher. I am all about preparing
someone to be more than they are. Moving toward a better life is what I help
others do. But why do you think I’m your man? I’m just an engineer on vacation.
Since this character you’re on the lookout for is prince, shouldn’t you be
looking for a person with royal blood? Why am I special?”
“The main thing is you actually made it
here.”
“That’s a pretty low bar to clear.” She
gave me a blank face—American idiom alert. “That’s not a hard test to pass.”
“It is though. You have survived. It’s
been a month right? NOBODY can get onto
this damned Island. Every man who did since the Great Surge, and who did not
have an existing family connection died, went crazy, became incapacitated, or
disappeared at sea. And we’re only a talking about a few over the decades.” I
recalled the crew that located my equipment here. I should probably follow up.
“Do you believe in samsara?”
“The cycle of rebirth? The religious
teaching? No. That’s a load of bullshit. There’s no proof for that kind of
thing. When you think about it, there are more people alive today than there
have been up until now. Where did all the extra people come from?”
“I am not a priest. But when you think
about it, you breed a lot of cattle in America right? To eat right?”
“Yeah? What’s your point?”
“Maybe all the extra people are cattle who
have worked their way up.”
I admitted to myself that that was the most
reasonable explanation for reincarnation I’d ever heard in my life. “Well, judging
by the way people drive in L.A., you may be on to something.”
“And, … we get along. You and me. I feel
like we have known each other before.”
“Do you?”
“Don’t you?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know many people—at
least not personally. I’m not a friendly person. People all over the world find
me rude. Not just you guys.”
“Friendly has nothing to do with it. I
know that you are not friendly. And that is fine. You say sharp things so that
nobody will draw near to you. But I am hoping that you are not mean, or evil,
or that you will be unkind to Yi.”
“That’s ridiculous. I will never do
anything to hurt Yi, or you, or anyone on this Island. I like you all.”
“Then that is a promise you cannot make.”
“You’re a cynic. Not that I blame you.
Apparently your job—your whole situation here—has made you bitter. If I had to
live your life I would not be happy either.”
“People who like each other, who are
friends, they are the ones who hurt each other the most.”
Those words rang loud in my head. “Too
true, my dear. Too true.”
“We need to move,” she said rising.
“Silence Hostage! I sense the Hunter is coming near. Damn.”
“Are we still playing …”
“Silence!”
“Fuck this fuckin’ game. Na. Talk to me.”
And then she unloaded, fast.
“Clete. I am only going to tell you this.
And I am going to tell you this once. I think you are The One. But you don’t
know what you’re doing. You either going to save us or you’re going to destroy
us. I can’t tell which. But I’ve wanted the place, all of us, to be saved all
my life. That’s not selfish is it? I mean, you are not The One imagined would
show up. You’re less than I thought, but you are something else. Do not get me
wrong. A teacher is good. A college profressor is pretty good. I think it’s
really good. Because that means you’re a scholar right? And he was a scholar. But it was unexpected.
I was thinking more like a sea captain or a pirate or an airplane pilot. It’s a
puzzle . . . and a surprise. But it seems right. It really does. And you are
here. And it’s like I’ve known you all along . . . from the first minute we
talked.”
She was talking so fast her words were
slurring and bumping into one another. “NA! Would you slow down? I haven’t even
gotten half of what you just said.” I held her by the shoulders and looked
carefully into her eyes. They seemed to be tracking together which was good. I
lifted my right finger and moved it back and forth. “Watch the finger please.”
“Don’t do that! I am perfectly fine. I am
sorry, but my mind is just going too fast. I’ve been thinking about this a lot.
Please, please, please Clete. Be The One. But don’t hurt anybody. I will never
forgive you or myself if people get hurt, or worse.”
“You’re getting incoherent. I’m stopping
things right now and I’m taking you home. You’re hyper. Relax. Breathe. I’m not
going anywhere for a while so we have all the time in world to talk. OK?”
“That’s the thing. We DON’T. You’re only
here a few more weeks. And it’s taken you forever to get to my domain.
Something has to give! And soon. It’s all speeding up. Can’t you tell?”
“Na. Stop. Again. I’m saying slow down.
I’m worried about you.”
“Are you? Are you really?”
“Yes. Do you believe me?”
“Yes. I believe you.”
“Let’s go home then.”
“No. It’s too soon. We’re not done yet. We
have to go on.”
“So what does that mean?”
“It means I like you AND we have to keep
on playing the game. We’re not at the end. We need to move, she’s coming. Down
and to the right.” She stuck her knife finger in my back. “Actually, you wait
here while I figure out where the enemy is.”
No sooner had she left me alone than I heard a voice call
out to me. I turned about and there was a girl in the bushes. It was Eve.
“Yi!” I whisper-yelled. “We need to get
your Mom home. She’s having some kind of a cognitive breakdown.”
“Professor! She’s OK. She gets like that.
Her head goes faster than her mouth. You just made her think more about things
than she ever does. Just get her to stop talking for a while and she will get
back her regular thinking rhythm.”
“How
the fuck do I do that?”
“I think you should sneak up behind her,
turn her around suddenly, and then just kiss her for a long time.”
“Eve, be serious. I am so NOT going to do
that. Besides, your mom hits really hard. I don’t want to get punched in the
gut. I’ll bleed out by morning.”
“If you hold her tight against you, in a
big hug just like in the movies, she can only slap your back. It’s almost
sunset. She will give up and then hug you back right? It would be very
romantic.”
“Grown-ups in real life do not act like
they do in the movies. And in California that would be a felony sexual assault
to boot. Do you realize how much more trouble that will cause for me if anyone
sees me do that to her?”
“Sigh. You are no fun. Well then, just
sneak up behind her, put your two fingers on her back like a gunpoint, and yell
‘switch.’”
“What?”
“They didn’t tell you, but the Hostage is
also a strategic player in the game. The Hostage can switch roles with the
Slaver if the Slaver is stupid enough to turn his back for a long time. She
thinks she’s safe because she didn’t tell you that rule.”
“That’s not fair.”
"Now that I think about it, they NEVER tell a first-time Hostage. They have to figure it out."
"So WE cheated then?"
"Now that I think about it, they NEVER tell a first-time Hostage. They have to figure it out."
"So WE cheated then?"
“Yeah, but this game is all about deception and evasion. So we're good. Anyway, when she’s the Hostage she can’t talk. Do
it now!”
So I did exactly as Eve suggested and yelled “Switch!”
“Damn!
Clete! Who told you?”
“Shush. You’re mine now. Not a word.” I
thought for a moment. “OK back through the garden, through the sunflowers and
the corn, and behind the pig pens.” Na did calm down thankfully. I found a
likely spot for wide-angle observance, but as soon as I settled down, keeping
Na in front of me at all times, I felt the firm push of two fingers on my back.
It was Da Mei.
“Clete, I knew you would come this way.
You only know the north-central domains, so it had to be.”
“Touche,” I said.
“Clete,” said Da Mei, “I will be taking
that hostage. Start your count.”
Na had calmed down back to normal—quieter
than normal actually. I figured it was safe to release her to Mei. “Sure thing.
Take care of her.”
“A word of caution. We are at the border
of The Outside. It is taboo to set foot within. At least for us of the Island.
I don’t know what your research contract says about it.”
“It’s limited by time. How do I know where
The Outside is?”
“There are stone markers to suggest the
perimeter, but a lot of them are overgrown so they’re hard to see unless you
know they’re there. I should probably clear those off for your benefit
tomorrow. In any case, at this point, just consider the wooded area as The
Outside so just stay out of the trees.
The lightly shaded area is what we call The Margin. Since you’re a
stranger and you now have the role of Hunter, I will give you a tip and let you
know we will proceed up through The Margin. Are you ready?”
“Wait a minute. Why is this “outside” area
taboo? What happens if you step into it? I mean, are there like old World War
II land mines or something there?”
Na and Mei looked at each other in
frustration. “Why the hell did you bring him to the border anyway?” questioned
Mei.
“I’m not allowed to speak. He brought us
here himself. He didn’t know any better.”
“But you’re talking now. So that’s no
excuse.”
Na turned to me. “You need to ask Lee or
the Security Council. I have been told not to share those things with a
foreigner.”
I rolled my eyes. “Duly noted ladies. Na. Mei.
One, two, three . . .”
And so off they went. When I reached 99, I
yelled “HUNT!” and started my way north along the border of the forest.
The sun was getting low and the woods looked ominous. There
were some ancient growth trees in there. It would not be until my last week
that I would get to have a look around in there, I thought. Just then I heard
some music and my attention was drawn away from the game to an elaborate
structure that was sitting at the edge of the woods. I walked up to the building. I could see one
of the Daughters dressed in a white robe working inside. She and was sweeping
the large wraparound porch. I approached and saw that it was Jie handling the
broom.
“Good
evening Angel.”
“Why good evening, Dr. Wong. What a
surprise? Are you here to pray or perform a ritual?” She flashed me a sweet
smile. Seeing her teeth was highly unusual. In class she was quite silent and
shy. Her teeth were prominent, white, and straight. Only Fei had a similarly
well-formed set.
“Actually no. But I was attracted by the
music. A plucked tenor-bass pitch instrument I think.”
“Oh, that is Auntie Feng playing the guqin
right now. She likes to practice here in the shrine.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Isn’t it though? Her daughter, Wen is getting
quite proficient as well. Can I help you with something?”
“I’m looking for Na and Da Mei. Have you
seen them?”
“Well, I did see. . .,” she checked
herself and frowned. “Um, are you by any chance playing Capture Treasure? I
thought I may have heard your voice sound out an advance.”
“I am.” Again her smile with the perfect
teeth.
“Then I am definitely NOT allowed to say
anything.”
“That’s too bad. I’m at a handicap since I
don’t know this part of the Island.”
“Let me just say that since it’s Aunties Na
and Mei, your ears will probably tell you more than your eyes.”
“Thank you for your advice.”
“Oh, and Dr. Wong, if you do want to come
and perform service at the Shrine, let me know and I will make some
preparations for you, and I can arrange for Feng or Wen to play for your
service as well, since now I know you like the music.”
“Thank you Angel. I’ll bear that in
mind.”
True to Jie’s word, I had only to keep quiet and I heard Na
and Mei engrossed in an argument. They were NOT headed deeper into The Margin
as announced, but backtracking to the pens.
I ran ahead to the cornfield and crouched. Sure enough they were arguing
as they approached and never even saw me in the dimming light. My hand reached
out and touched them both.
“Clete! You are too smart. You catch on
quickly!”
“I had to hit you both there. Since you
were both talking I did not know who was the Slaver.”
“It was me,” said Mei. “One, two, three .
. .” I dispensed with the gun-toting pantomime and just grabbed Na by the hand
and we took off running back toward her home, but I pulled her to the east
toward the southeast hill.
“There’s a structure over there. What is
it?” Na motioned that she was mute. “I give you permission to speak.”
“That is the entrance to the granaries.
The elevated caves where we keep dry grains.”
“Let’s go there,” I said.
We hurried over, I opened the door, locked the bolt into the
open position so that we would not get locked in and then we took our place
there just inside the door.
“This is probably too obvious, but so be
it. I’m going into a neutral position.” With that announcement I stood directly
in front of her and took both her hands in mine, interlocking the fingers and
held them up shoulder high. We almost looked like we were in a folk dance
posture. “So now we wait.”
“I don’t mind waiting, it’s part of the
game,” she said.
“How does the game resolve?”
“The
initiator sets a goal, usually the pier. But I forgot to set a goal, so we just
play until one player doesn’t want to continue. Or until it gets too dark.”
“You were right.”
“About what?”
“This is a lot more fun than that movie
ever could be.”
“We probably look so silly. I’m sure my
daughter has been monitoring us this whole time. I will never hear the end of
it.”
“She is. Shall I call off the game?”
“No. Let us wait until Mei finds us. The
end is near. You can always feel it.”
“While we’re waiting. I was thinking about
what you told me earlier.”
“I am sorry. That was very embarrassing. I
was speaking so fast and stupidly.”
“I’m talking about earlier. Before dinner.
You called yourself the Princess of Shit. I don’t think you were just being
sarcastic or ironic were you? Qin Qin introduced herself to me with two titles.
Rex said there are a lot of people with the title ‘Princess’ here. Fei declared
she was a Second Princess when I was exercising authority over her. And
Feng said she was royalty. What’s all
this about? Who has what title here?”
“It
is a very long story and I am not really supposed to tell you.” She paused a
bit. “But it seems several others have started to break silence on that—so it’s
not my fault. Don’t let them blame me for anything.”
“I’m
not looking to do any harm or take unlawful advantage. So relax. I’m just curious. How is my knowing
about your social structure here a threat?”
“Good question. I do not know myself. I can
not see the problem. There is nothing here to be gained or lost. The
directional guardians HAVE to be believers. Otherwise what use do they have?”
“I am just trying to understand you all
better. Maybe I would be more polite if I know more about you?”
“I believe you Clete. But do I believe IN
you just because of frustration? Despair?” She took a deep breath. “We all have
the title ‘Princess’—ALL of us—because we are each of us descended from the
original founder of the Island, the Empress.”
“Yes,
the girls, the Daughters, they told me that much.” Just then the door to the granary swung open.
It was not Mei. It was Lee. I had become dark. As she stepped in I I said
“BOO!”
“WAH! Who is there?” I heard a click and
on came a bare bulb at the end of spindly cable lighting up the entry way.
CLETE? Why are you here? Who is that hiding behind you?” She sniffed the air.
“NA. What is this? Why are you huddled in the dark? NA! You should be a. . .”
“What are you doing here Lee?” asked Na.
“I’m
gathering rice rations for Ting Ting and myself. But I asked you first.”
“If it matters to you, we are simply playing
a game. This is our after-dinner entertainment.”
“Entertainment? By acting like children? I
think you would do well, to remember who you are and what kind of decorum that
requires of you.”
“Did we change games? It looks like
‘Sardines,’” it was Da Mei’s voice. Everyone looked over Lee’s shoulder.
“Mei, what is going on?” asked Lee.
“Hello there Lee. We are just wrapping an
excellent game of Capture Treasure.”
“Capture Treasure? Just how old ARE you
two?”
“You know exactly how old we are. To the
minute. And you don’t have to be so disagreeable—I’m sorry that you were never
good at this game when we were small. . .”
“Please grow up!” said Lee.
“Lee,” said Mei, “you need to fookin’
lighten up.”
“Clete,”said
Lee turning to me, “let go of Na’s hands now. Game is done.”
“Oh right.”
“Clete,” ordered Lee, “please make
yourself useful and go down and bring up two sacks of rice and put them in the
barrow. You can assist me in making Ting Ting’s delivery, and mine. I need to
speak to my cousins privately.”
Their conversation switched into something other Chinese or
Japanese—probably that Manchurian language—as I flipped on the light for the
inner chamber and headed back into the vaults and retrieved two 50-pound sacks.
I assumed Lee was complaining about me. I came back to the front chamber and
loaded the barrow. Mei caught my eye and switched intentionally back into
English.
“Well, SOME of us know how to make a guest
feel welcome more than others I could mention. We might actually learn
something new and interesting. What a strange idea!” Horse laugh. “Lee, we’ll
just let you be the BORING one. Clete, hope you had a nice time. You made me
feel 12 years old again. We are being dismissed by your handler.”
“Dinner was wonderful.” I gave a pause. “It
took a lot of guts to prepare that supper.”
That joke they got, at least I think they did. Mei struck me
as the kind of girl who would let bolster a guy’s confidence as a date
progressed by laughing at all of his jokes even if she didn’t understand them.
Lee was clueless, and she frowned at being left out. The two each thanked me
for taking care of their daughters and gave me a deep, solemn bow before moving
off. “Join us for lunch tomorrow if you want,” said Na.
I picked up the handles of the barrow as Lee secured the
door against animals that might wander in.
She led and I soundlessly followed her. She sensed I was slowing down
because I was tiring and so we stopped to sit and rest on a couple of carved
stones.
“Why are you wearing Na’s smock? You reek
in that thing.”
“We traded outer garments.”
“I see. If you are going to wear that in
my domain, next to my house, I am washing it. And that is fraying! It’s going
to Lum for patching. If you want that kind of smock, you should just hire Lum
to make one for you.”
“I’m surprised in as small a society that
you have here, that you have an untouchable.”
“A what?”
“Someone who does the unpleasant, but very
necessary dirty work. And whom the others shun. Na.”
“I don’t deny it. We all have our places
and our duties.” Lee was not going to take it any farther than that.
“These things we’re sitting on, they’re boundary
markers for The Outside aren’t they?”
“Yes. They told you about them then?”
“Only that much. To keep me from
blundering in. I still really know nothing, but as silly as that game may seem,”
I said, “it was actually quite helpful.”
“Oh?”
“I got to roam about a bit freely. And I
now have a greater sense of the wider nature of the Island.”
“How so?”
“Here’s my big-picture observation. It’s
rather like a fortress or a castle on a roughly rectangular floor plan. The
three hills and the one mountain are like the lookout battlements on the
northwest, northeast, southeast, and southwest corners. Think of the harbor as
the main gate on the north. The inhabitants live on the highlands for the most
part except the agricultural experts and the religious authorities, who reside
in the protected inner realms.”
“A castle. I have never thought of it that
way.” She looked up and around and took in that thought. An almost wistful look
came on her face—an emotion on her that I had not seen before. I continued.
“In addition, the reef that has formed on
the west and on the south is rather like a moat. I don’t intend to do
soundings, but I suspect those waters are not deep enough to allow most
seagoing vessels to enter. That may be a pretty good fishery. Am I wrong?”
“That is absolutely right. The waters
around are extremely treacherous for even good sailors. That reef is where the
families that you were supping with this evening go and dive for shells and
fish. Some of the others do so as well, but Na and Da Mei and their daughters are
particularly adept at it.”
“And, it seems almost cliché that your
uniformed security is perched there at the castle gates.”
“Uniformed security? Oh, you mean old Rex.
That old wreck.”
“Rex, the man whose name means ‘king.’ I
could not have engineered the metaphor any better.”
Her tone changed as she changed the
subject. “I talked to Mu who in turn spoke with the council. And I have been
authorized to disclose some things about our Island’s social structure as
needed.”
“Why the change?”
“I told them I was tired of you asking me
things that I was not allowed to answer—questions that you keep asking me, all
the time. It is very bothersome. Rather, YOU are bothersome. I don’t know why
you just don’t stop. And nobody seems to be willing to restrict themselves to
the original plan where I was your sole contact. I am hoping that maybe if I
tell you some things, you will stop asking questions that will make Islanders
uncomfortable about answering. And will you stop being so nosy. Can you do
that? Will you do that for me?”
It was the first time she ever made a
request of me and had not given me an order. “Yes. I agree.”
“Dog
Island is divided into nine domains. Well, 10 really, but I will get into that
later. Water, Fire, Wood, Earth, Metal, Dragon, Phoenix, Chi-lin, and Tortoise.
Each sector has an administrative authority, and that authority has oversight
over matters relating to their classification. I am the Water authority, so all
matters relating water come to my attention.”
“You’re the mechanic. Should you be metal
instead?”
“You would think so, but these
designations were assigned to us when we were quite young, and before anyone
knew our aptitudes. So there are a few duties that have been traded to one
another over the years. For instance, I am also in charge of operating and
maintaining the electrical system which should be Lian’s job as the fire administrator.”
“It seems you have taken on several duties
of others. Has anything of yours in terms of water, been given away?”
“No.”
“That hardly seems fair. Maybe even a tad
exploitative. Or maybe you have control issues?”
“Clete, you are doing that thing you do
again. I do not dwell on it. I just do what I enjoy and I do what needs to be
done. Back to my explanation. Now then. In meeting Na and Da Mei this week, you
have now met all of the administrators. It happens that each administrator has
an adult daughter. You have now met all of them in your tutoring course.”
“Qin Qin is an adult? She is only 16.”
“In our custom, a girl reaches adulthood
when she begins menstruating or reaches age 18, whichever occurs first.”
“What about boys?”
“A boy reaches adulthood when he
demonstrates self-sufficiency or reaches age 18, whichever occurs first.
Currently there are no boys on the entire island.”
She continued. “The four administrators
who represent the offices of the directions, Dragon of the East, Phoenix of the
South, Chi-lin of the West, and Tortoise of the North comprise the Security
Council. The first of them is Mu of the East. She represents us to other
nations and entities. Qi, of the West, acts as our justice officer. Ting Ting
deals with rituals and cultural affairs. Feng handles the treasury, education,
and natural resources, and she has an at-large portfolio since she is
considered the most wise of all of us. Jurisdiction of the animals is also
distributed to them by the traditional divisions. Oh, and the official title
for an administrator is ‘Guardian Princess.’”
“So, is there hereditary monarchy thing
going on here?”
“Nobody is the king. We can all trace our
ancestry back to the founding Empress. We are related by blood, but none are
any closer than being a first cousin and no more distant than a second cousin.
We are all political equals, even the daughters to the mothers. But then,
deference to your elder or parent does apply.”
“Do the daughters have titles?”
“They are all considered apprentices to
their mothers’ duties. So we call them ‘Second Princesses.’ Because they are
called ‘Second,” we are unofficially called ‘First.’ Some of the Seconds have
been given specific duties because of a demonstrated interest or ability. Qin
Qin, because of her interest in collecting stories of Dog Island, was
designated the Guardian Princess of History, Prophecy, and Lore in addition to
being the hereditary Second Princess of Fire. Is that all clear to you now?”
“Is it proper for me to address you as
‘Your Highness’ then?”
“NO! You are NEVER to use that form of
address with any of us. Not even as a joke. You did that when we first met and
I brushed it off, or tried to, because I knew you had not been properly
informed by Rex, who is NOT an Islander. I still remember when you said it, and
it still colors how I think of you. So be VERY careful. If you do use it, you
will signal that you are opting to be treated as a subject of this Island and
we will be constrained from speaking in any kind of direct way with you. It
will make our communications very difficult. Subjects of the Island may not
address the royal family directly. Under our current law you were originally
given the status of a visiting worker with limited communication, but nobody
seems to be abiding by that law, so the council upgraded you to the status of a
visiting dignitary but subject to all local laws and ordinances.”
“So can get rid of me for any reason at
any time then?”
Lee sighed. “Think about what you said and
how you said it.” I thought about it. And then I dropped my head. I was a jerk.
“All I ask is that you do that thinking inside your head before you open your
mouth. I know you now. You can do much better than you have been.”
“You said there was a 10th
sector.”
“The western portion of the physical
island is called ‘The Outside.’ It is a separate jurisdiction, similar in your
hemisphere to the island Hispaniola which has both Haiti and the Dominican
Republic. The Outside is wholly apart from Dog Island, but we rely on each
other for certain functions and we respect each other’s laws.”
“Like what?”
“If there is a need for you to know, I
will tell you. We cannot pass there without permission. Permission is readily
granted when asked for, but it must be asked for. Your research agreement gives
you access I believe in your last two weeks?”
“That is correct. Who lives there?”
“The authority there is called the Sea
Witch. She has an adult daughter as well.”
“They were mentioned to me. So they must
get permission to come to your side?”
“No, they can come over whenever they
want, but they are restricted to certain paths and areas.”
“Your island is so small. Why is there
such a division?”
“If there is a need to know, I will tell
you. You might want to save that for the Sea Witch. Her story will be different
from ours, but she is not as constrained by policies as we are. Is that enough
to make you content and to coexist with us in your remaining time here?”
“I will see that it is. Lee, thank you.”
“You are welcome.”
“You guys are like a fairy tale here.”
“A fairy tale?”
“A decrepit king, eighteen princesses, and
two witches stuck in the middle of the sea in an enchanted castle, guarded by
magical barriers. All waiting for the coming of the messiah prince. It seems
one side is the prisoner of the other. The question is, Who is the prisoner of
whom? What is the answer to that?”
“The game you played tonight has the
answer.”
“Oh?”
“When you hold someone else prisoner, you are
a prisoner yourself are you not? Unable to move freely. You are forced into a
certain action. And always in jeopardy.”
“Lee! I had no idea you indulged yourself
in metaphorical thought.”
“Your fairy tale leaves out the character
of the wandering petroleum engineer.”
“He
doesn’t fit in that story. He’s an anachronism. Does not fit in fairy tale
time. I’d get rid of him.”
“And I have been trying. Be he seems
intent on staying. He is NOT so out-of-time as you say. Are you familiar with
the story of Aladdin?”
“We were just talking about it.”
“There was a lamp salesman. I’m sure he
sold oil too—what lamp salesman would not sell oil? Oil to create heat and light.
I say he is like someone we both know. He tried to convince people to give up
their old things for new things.”
“He was evil, wasn’t he? As I recall, a
greedy liar?”
“Hai.
But it was not easy for the person he tricked to discern.”
“I guess not.”
“But I have to admit, he moved the story
along. Let us go. Ting Ting needs her rice.”
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