Soundless (14 page)

What she has suggested is so shocking, so unbelievable, that I'm momentarily frozen. Then new sounds make me jerk my head around. One thing I can say, at least, for this dirty collection of tents is that it is quieter than the rest of the township, since none of the residents use their voices. But now that quiet is interrupted as I recognize the sounds of many loud voices as well as a new noise I just learned: the sound of horses' hooves on the road.

Someone is coming. Men and horses
, I say.

We hurry to peek out the entrance of the tent, where I heard the noise. There, on the far side of where we entered the deaf settlement, riders on horseback are approaching. I am just barely tall enough to make them out and see that they wear red-and-yellow armor.

Those are the king's men!
Nuan says.
They know you're here. Someone probably reported you when you came to see me—they are my people, but they are desperate. You must go. Quickly. Over there, by that gray building? Go there, turn left, and then go straight until you reach the wall. Make another left and follow it until you see the opening.

Thank you.
I bow to her again and start to leave, but she catches my sleeve.

You heard them coming?
she asks.
You can hear?

Only as of a few days ago
, I say.
I don't know why or how.

The next sign she makes is incomprehensible to me, something involving wings.

What?
I ask.

She makes it again, but I still can't understand. The sign isn't one from our language. Li Wei starts to reach for the stick we used to draw characters, but the sound of men and horses is getting closer. I shake my head and tell him,
No time. We must go.

Nuan looks distraught, like she has more to tell us, but I can only shake my head at her and offer hurried thanks. Without a glance back at her, Li Wei and I dash off through the tents, heading toward the building Nuan indicated. The sound of men and horses is getting closer, but they aren't able to see us as well as we can see them, giving us a head start. Her directions are easy enough to follow, and we soon find the gap she means. There's a part in the wall where it joins to a watchtower. The two are made of different kinds of wood, and with time and weather, the seam has warped and split. A small space has been created, one that looks man-made, just big enough for one person to get through. It is an easy fit for me but takes some maneuvering for Li Wei, and he tears his shirt in the process.

Once we are both out, I hear shouts from above and look up. We may have escaped the guards in Nuan's camp, but the ones on this watchtower have seen us. Our only saving grace is that it will take them time to get down and out. That buys us faint, precious time, and we cannot linger, especially when a few arrows come shooting down after us.

Without another backward glance, Li Wei and I run for our lives into the woods.

ONCE, WHEN I WAS A CHILD,
some older kids in our village got it into their heads to steal lunches from the younger children. It only lasted a few days before some adults got wind of the bullies and put an end to it. But one of those days, I bravely sneaked into the part of the woods where the thieves were lording over their hoard, snatched a bunch of the lunches back, and took off running. It was one of the most terrifying chases of my life. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. I didn't have a chance to think about where I was going; I only knew I had to get away, to run as far and as fast as I could.

Outrunning the soldiers reminds me a lot of that day, with one exception: That childhood race was silent. This isn't.

My hearing is both a blessing and a curse as Li Wei and I desperately run for our lives. On the one hand, I can tell how close our pursuers are, whether they are gaining ground. But sound also adds to the terror of the chase. Having an extra set of stimuli increases my panic, making an already stressful situation
that much worse. It's hard to focus and think coherently.

Li Wei stops after some time, breathing heavily and rubbing his ankle. I wonder if it still hurts from his fall, but I know he'll deny it if I ask.
Perhaps we've lost them
, he says.

I shake my head, still able to hear men and horses. Scanning, I point in what I think is the opposite direction of our pursuers.
There. We must go there.

To Li Wei, all this forested area looks the same, but he trusts me enough to go without question. We take off again, running until my muscles burn and I am forced to stop and take in big gulps of air. Peering around, I realize the only sounds I hear are those I've come to associate with any forest: rustling leaves and birds calling. I look to Li Wei, who is bent over, hands resting on his knees as he too catches his breath.

I don't hear them
, I say, watching him again nurse his ankle.
I think we've lost them. Are you okay?

He waves me off.
Fine, fine. I just need a minute.

We should hurry and begin climbing back
, I tell him.
We have to reach our people.

His smile fades, and he shakes his head.
Fei, that's impossible. We've lost them for now, but they're almost certainly going to go scout around the cliffs, expecting us to climb back. We won't be able to get far enough before they find us. They'll shoot us down with arrows. You thought the climb down was slow and painstaking? Going up is doubly so.

I frown.
What are you saying then? How are we going to help them?

We aren't
, he states.
We can't get back up, and even if we could . . . Fei, I know you think—you hope—the elders will spur our village into action and make them leave for some new future. But do you really believe that? Think logically, not with an artist's imagination. Our people are fearful and know nothing of the world. They won't leave. They won't believe us.

Then what are we supposed to do?
I demand, stunned at this turn.

Go.
He pauses and spreads his arms wide.
Anywhere. Anywhere we want to in Beiguo. Or outside of it. I saw what Nuan said about my carving. We are skilled. We can get out of here, join a group of travelers at the inn, and go some place far away, somewhere we can eat well every day and earn enough to wear silk. Someplace you can listen to music and do the art you truly want to do. Someplace where love is not dictated by our jobs—jobs that have been forced on us by others.

His words send me reeling, but one in particular catches me.
Love?
I ask.

In a moment, he has closed the distance between us. An intensity burns in his eyes like I've never seen before.
Yes, Fei. Love. I loved you the moment you looked up at me so defiantly from the ruins of that broken shed. I loved you all the years we spent growing up together. I loved you when you told me you were leaving to join the artists. Throughout it all, my heart has only ever had one person's name on it—yours. And you can talk all you want about rank and how we can't be together, but I know you love me too.

I raise my hands and actually think I might be able to
convincingly deny it. But my hands tremble, and something in my face tells him the truth—that I love him too, have loved him since that beautiful, glittering boy came to my rescue. A boy who's now become a man of passionate conviction, a pillar of strength at my side.

Then, before I realize what is happening, Li Wei pulls me to him and kisses me. Back when he nearly kissed me at the inn, he was timid and cautious. No more. There is a power and certainty in what he does as our bodies meld together and I lose myself in that kiss. Once I felt like I had too many senses, now I suddenly feel as though they've all disappeared. I hear nothing. I see nothing. All I'm aware of in the world at that moment is the feel of his lips on mine. It is dizzying and exhilarating, somehow leaving me both hot and cold all over and filling me up from my head to my toes with emotions that are as foreign to me as new sounds.

When we briefly break apart, I am breathless. I feel as though I am seeing the world with new eyes now that I'm no longer trying to convince myself I don't care about him. Opening myself to my feelings and the truth has freed me. Li Wei kisses me again. I'm a little more prepared—but only a little. That kiss floods me with heat and longing as well as a renewed sense of hope and purpose.

I've waited a long time for that,
he tells me.
And I should have done it sooner. This is fate
.
You and me. Come on—let's go. Let's circle around and follow the road leading out of the township. We'll go wherever it takes us. There is nothing left for us in the village.

I have spent much of my life dreaming, imagining things that aren't but could be. It is how I create my art. But this possibility facing me now is something I never dared hope for, that I could go off with this boy I've long loved, that we could live a dazzling life in which I could use my art to capture beauty instead of despair. It is heady and wonderful, and I want it so badly. I want to leave behind the darkness of our past and move forward to a future filled with beauty and sound and joy. . . .

Li Wei, I can't
, I say.

Fei . . . you can't tell me you don't love me.

You're right, I can't tell you that
, I agree.
Because I do love you. But it's not that simple.

Nothing could be simpler
, he insists.

You said there is nothing left for us in the village, but you're wrong. My sister is there. I can't leave her.
I stop to take a deep breath and steel myself. How is it possible to have gone from such joy to such sorrow in the blink of an eye? For a moment, I felt like I had the world. Now I feel as though I'm losing it.
If you don't want to go back, I understand. You can go off and find that new life. But I have to go back for Zhang Jing, no matter how difficult.

He shakes his head vehemently.
No, we can't be separated again. We must talk—we must figure this out—

A noise from the forest forces me to quickly turn around. I peer into the depths of the trees, back in the direction we came from. I see nothing yet, but there's no mistaking it: the sounds of the soldiers. They're getting louder—closer.

They've tracked us
, I tell Li Wei. A new panic seizes me, and as impossible as it seems, I'm forced to momentarily push aside all these conflicting feelings for him as survival mode takes precedence.

We probably left a trail as we ran
, he says, face hard and serious once more.
Which way are they?
I point toward the sound, and he studies me for several long moments, deliberation all over his features. At last, he seems to come to a difficult decision.
Okay, let's go back to the mountain.

He takes my hand, and we run once again. The forest thins, and the terrain begins to rise as we reach the mountain's base. We stop, and he points at something off to our right. The light is fading as dusk sets in, but I can still clearly see what he indicates: the supply line.

You want to get back to the village? That line is the only way
, Li Wei says.

That's impossible
, I state.

He smiles ruefully.
Look what we've done so far. We're pretty good at the impossible.

The line can't hold us
, I protest.
Plus, someone's going to have to turn the crank to move the line. I don't think the line keeper's going to help us.

No
, Li Wei concurs, his expression troubled as he gazes toward the line's summit. After a few more seconds, he takes a deep breath.
You'll go
, he states.
Alone.

How does that change anything?
I demand.
It still can't hold me. I weigh more than thirty kilos!

It'll be close
, he says.
But I've lifted the shipments sent down the line. I've lifted you. The difference is nothing. . . . The line would never hold me, but it could hold you. I'll turn the crank. You want to get back, and I'm going to make sure you get there.

No! I'm not leaving without you
, I tell him.

Fei, there's no other way.

What will happen to you then?
I ask.

Once you're up, I'll evade the soldiers
, he says simply, as though that isn't exactly what we've been trying to do for the last hour!
It'll be easier with just one of us.

We both know that's not true.
You won't be able to hear them
, I argue.
You should be the one who goes back. I'll hide out here.

It seems impossible that he can be so calm when my emotions are all in an upheaval.
You need to get back to your sister—to our people
, he says.
You're the best one to talk to them. Once you're safely up there, I'll lie low and then find a way either to get back up to you or make my fortune somewhere else.

Although he seems confident about his own chances, I can tell he isn't. If he takes the time to send me up the zip line, he might not be able to elude the soldiers. And even if he does escape, there's no guarantee they won't post watches at the mountain's base in the hopes of catching him climbing back. With a start, I realize following this course of action means I may never see him again. Going now, following that dream of us running off together in a new life, might be the only chance we both have of surviving this. It is tempting—excruciatingly so. His kiss is still
warm on my lips, and the thought of not having him in my life makes a hole open up inside me.

But he is not the only one I love. Zhang Jing is back in our village, along with Elder Chen and all the other people I've known my entire life. They are innocents in this. I cannot leave them blind—figuratively or literally—to this terrible fate. They need to know what is happening, what the township is doing to them. The wise ones must be alerted so that they can help find a way for our people to endure.

Li Wei . . .
His name is all I can manage to get out. Inside me, my heart is breaking. A shout from the woods causes me to turn in that direction, and a new panic surges within me. I still see no one, but that cry was much louder than before. The soldiers are getting closer. I look at Li Wei, who has deduced I heard something. His face is filled with sadness and resignation.

There is no other way, Fei
, he reiterates.
We're running out of time.

Okay
, I say.
What are we going to do about the line keeper?
Normally our village never receives messages at nightfall, leading us to assume that the line keeper—or who we thought was the line keeper—went home at sunset. But now we can just barely make out someone standing at the line. I wonder if he has stayed longer because of today's series of strange events.

I have an idea
, Li Wei says. We begin walking in the line's direction.
He looks like he's alone. You go talk to him.

About what?
I ask incredulously.

Anything. Distract him with your charm.

My charm?

Li Wei nods and gives me one more urging gesture before disappearing from sight. Mystified, I continue toward the line keeper, ever conscious of the noises farther back in the woods. I wonder if the soldiers have any idea of our plan, if they'll come in this direction or spread around the mountain in search of a climbing spot. I just don't know.

I also don't know exactly what it is I'm supposed to say to the line keeper, especially since he can't understand me. Presumably I'm to be some kind of diversion while Li Wei enacts the next part of the plan. I don't know if I can be that captivating, but as I approach the line keeper, I can tell I already have his attention. It's a different man from the last one, confirming what Nuan said about this simply being a common laborer's job and not the exalted position we'd imagined. Although he hasn't seen me before, there's enough recognition in this man's face to make me think he's been given my description. I come to a halt before him, giving a great bow of respect.

Greetings
, I say.
I know you probably can't understand a word I'm saying, but that's not important. What's important is that you pay enough attention for me to do whatever it is Li Wei needs.

This line keeper looks almost as uneasy as the last one. He utters some of those unintelligible noises and then makes a motion suggesting I follow him down the road. Apparently he learned a lesson from his predecessor about leaving us alone while going for backup.

I smile and shake my head politely, noticing then that Li Wei has crept out of the shadows carrying a large limb. I begin signing with renewed vigor, hoping to keep the line keeper's interest.
I thank you for your gracious offer to escort me to the township, but I think both of us know that's not the place for me to be right now. And while we're on the topic of thanks, please express my gratitude to your colleague for his generous gift of food earlier—