White Tiger

‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘I’m not going to grow three heads any time soon.’
    Ms Kwan sat in the armchair next to him and he poured her some tea. ‘Four heads, a hundred arms and a thousand eyes,’ she said.
    ‘Maybe only two heads,’ he said. ‘I keep forgetting. It’s been a very long time now.’
    ‘Two heads again soon, I am sure, Ah Wu.’
    ‘Not too soon,’ he said, and they laughed quietly together.
    ‘I am going to do some research on Xuan Wu the minute we’re back in Hong Kong,’ I said defiantly.
    He seemed surprised, then grinned broadly. ‘Go right ahead.’ He crossed his arms over his chest and stretched his long legs in front of him. ‘Seventy-five per cent of what’s out there about me is wrong anyway.’ He gestured with his teacup towards Simone. ‘Bedtime, Simone.’
    ‘Come on, Simone,’ I said.
    ‘I don’t wanna go to bed. I wanna draw with Aunty Kwan.’
    ‘You have to go to bed now if you want us to take you to Tuileries tomorrow,’ Leo said from the dining room door.
    Simone leapt up and grabbed my hand. ‘Hurry up, Emma.’
    I could feel Mr Chen’s eyes on my back as I led Simone out. I turned. He was watching me, intently. When he saw me looking, he smiled and met my eyes. Something leapt inside me and I slapped it down, hard.

CHAPTER TEN
    W e walked over the Pont Neuf towards Notre Dame. Simone still had boundless energy and skipped beside us.
    The forecourt of the cathedral was packed with tourists from all over the world and there was a long queue curling out from the main entrance.
    ‘Do you want to go inside?’ I asked Simone. ‘There’s a lot of people waiting.’
    ‘Notre Dame’s boring ,’ she said, and slowed to grab Leo’s hand. ‘Come on, Leo.’ She dragged him across the road towards some three-storey stone buildings around a gated forecourt. Wigged and gowned lawyers walked up and down the stairs. I checked my mini map of Paris: the Justice Building.
    ‘What are we doing here?’ I said, but they ignored me and I had to hurry to keep up with them.
    We went around the corner to where a tiny, dingy chapel nestled under the walls of the office buildings. I checked my map again: Saint Chapelle.
    The queue wasn’t as long as the one for Notre Dame. Simone stopped jiggling and stood quietly while we paid the entry fees.
    Inside, it wasn’t very impressive. The ceiling wasquite low, and there was only a small amount of stained glass.
    ‘The rose windows are nice,’ I said. ‘Do you want to take a photo?’
    ‘No,’ Simone said and pulled Leo to the back of the chapel. A curving set of very narrow stairs led upwards. As Simone dragged Leo up the stairs his broad shoulders brushed against the walls, adding to the sheen of many bodies that had been there before.
    When we reached the upper chapel the beauty of the interior took my breath away. The ceiling towered above us, with narrow stained-glass windows between the even narrower stone buttresses. The windows extended from ceiling to floor in a glittering dazzle of colours. They were like insubstantial glowing curtains between the fragile stonework of the walls.
    A horseshoe of benches had been set up in the centre of the chapel to allow visitors a good view of the stained glass. Simone released Leo’s hand, sat herself on one of the benches and spent ten minutes silently staring at the windows.
    A group of young tourists walked past us and Leo watched them carefully. I caught his attention and raised my eyebrows. He shook his head slightly.
    Simone hopped off the bench and dragged us down the stairs again.
    ‘We have to be back at Ms Kwan’s soon,’ I said. ‘Anywhere else you want to go before we leave for London?’
    ‘Do I have time to go to Boulevard Haussmann and buy some stuff?’ Simone said. ‘I like the shops there.’
    ‘Sure,’ I said, stretching my feet. ‘Sore?’ Leo said.
    ‘No,’ I said. ‘Completely killing me.’
    He bent to talk quietly to me. ‘Me too.’ He straightened. ‘Not finished yet. Boulevard Haussmann. Okay, I’ll call the driver.’
    Simone pointed to the entrance to the Metro station. ‘I wanna take the train. Why can’t we take the train?’
    ‘Don’t be silly,’ I said. ‘It’s a long way down to the station and a long way up again. It’s much easier to take the van, and we can get to the shops faster.’
    ‘Okay,’ Simone said. ‘Hurry up, Leo. Can we go to the Eiffel Tower one more time before we leave?’
    I sagged.