"What were you two talking about?" I asked him later, when Endo-san had joined another group of people. My grandfather looked distracted and only responded when I touched his arm gently.

"We were talking about fate," he finally said. "How one cannot escape it."

"You seemed to believe him."

"He tells the truth. But it is what he does with it that will make him dangerous."

"You're not making sense, Grandfather."

"Has he ever told you about your earlier lives?"

"Yes, once."

"And?"

"I trust him," I said.

"But you have your doubts."

I did not like the direction of the conversation. On a magnificent night like this I had no inclination to hear about my past, or my future. "Come with me," I said, and pulled at his sleeve.

I led him to the fountain. Lights from the house shone on the frothing water, turning it the color of the champagne being served in the house. He completed a circle around the fountain, as I had done at his house in Ipoh.

"You did not lie to me," he said. "I am unable to tell the difference."

"That was her room, up there." I pointed to the second floor. "She could see the fountain from her windows. Hear it clearly too."

"Will you leave me alone for a while?" he asked, and sat on the edge of the fountain.

"Will you be all right?"

He smiled and then said, "Go and help your father. I will speak to you later."

Most of the guests were now arriving all at once and my father looked relieved when he saw me next to him. "The resident councillor and his wife; Monkey Hargreaves, the newspaper editor; and now here comes Towkay Yeap and his son. It's going to be an interesting night."

I was not really listening to him; the words exchanged by Endo-san and my grandfather were bouncing around my mind, trying to piece themselves together to make some sense to me.

Towkay Yeap and Kon stepped out of their car and came up the steps. They shook my father's hand and then Kon said, "We have something urgent to tell you."

I saw the look on their faces and said to my father, "I'll get William and Edward to greet the guests. I'll meet you in the library."

My father was leaning against his mahogany desk by the window when I entered the library and closed the door behind me. "What's wrong?" I asked Kon.

"We received information that the Communists have placed a bomb in your home."

"Where exactly?"

Kon shook his head. "All we know is that it is in retaliation for your use of force against them. They know the party's heavily attended, that everyone they'd like to see dead is here-the resident councillor, the Tuans, the press. It'll make for a nice front page."

"Should we tell the guests to leave?" I asked.

"That would cause a panic," my father said.

I did not ask Kon how he and his father had obtained the information. I trusted Kon and to ask would have insulted them. They must have planted members of their society among the Communists.

"Let's think carefully. They would've put the bomb where there would be a large crowd. Check the lawn first. We'll divide into teams and go around the whole house," Noel decided.

"We have some of our men waiting outside your gates. May they enter and assist in the search?" Towkay Yeap asked.

"Of course. And then please ask them to stay for the party." That was my father. A party, once started, had to go on.

Kon followed me outside. The grounds of the house looked festive and full, the guests looking almost like one body in their white and cream dinner jackets and white shirts. Only the women stood out, scattered among the white in their orange and blue and red.

We started under the tables. They were covered in thick, white, starched tablecloths draped with blue bunting, the champagne glasses laid out like frozen crystal flower bulbs in a bed. Kon crawled beneath the first table and came out, dusting his knees. "Nothing," he said.

"Do you even know what it looks like?" I asked, and I was not surprised when he said, "Yes."

"There're eight more of these to do," I said, heading to the next table. We crawled under and examined all the tables, as guests turned and tried to find out what we were doing. "We're looking for my sister's puppy," I said.

"Any luck?" my father asked, when we met in the kitchen.

I shook my head. Something was edging its way into my thoughts. I reached out for it but it was gone. There was no point in chasing after it; I knew if I stilled my mind it would return to me.

"We've checked the grounds, the garage, and the servants' quarters," Towkay Yeap said. "Everything looks normal."

"Maybe it hasn't been put into position yet," Kon said. "They may still be carrying it around, waiting for the right moment and the right place to put it."

Towkay Yeap lit a cigar and said, "We'll have to keep our eyes open." I watched the tip of his cigar and moved subtly to avoid the cloud of smoke. It was then that I recalled my earlier conversation with Endo-san, and the waiter who had distracted me.

"That Indian man on the docks that day," I said to my father, "remember? The one who was shouting and inciting our workers-I saw him tonight. He's one of the waiters."

"Point him out to us," Towkay Yeap said, looking at his son, who followed me as we went out once again into the party.

"Tanaka-san has arrived," I told Kon.

"No time now," he replied, waving to his sensei before moving through the crowd. Once or twice I thought I saw the Indian waiter we were trying to find, but in all cases I was mistaken. The music was addictive and I found myself beating time on my leg as we apologized and pushed and shuffled our way through.

"Still looking for that puppy?" a guest asked.

"No, we found him. Looking for a waiter now," I said. We went back into the house, ignoring Isabel, who was waving to us. My grandfather tapped my shoulder. "Something's wrong?" he asked.

"I'll tell you later," I said, before moving on. I caught Kon's eye. "There he is." The waiter was entering the house. We saw his features lit clearly beneath a row of garden lamps, and I knew it was the man at the harbor. We followed him into the house and Kon said, "Go and get our fathers and meet me in the library."

I nodded and ran outside and found them surrounded by their business acquaintances. My father saw me and I indicated to him to follow. They made their excuses and joined me.

"We've found him," I said. We went back into the house and entered the library. The waiter was sitting on a chair; his cheek was swollen, and his black curly hair, so carefully pomaded, now fell across his brows in greasy claws. Kon carried no weapons, and I marveled at the fear he had incited in the waiter, who tried to burrow deeper into the chair as we closed around him.

"Ramanathan here said he didn't know what I was talking about," Kon said. "But he changed his mind. It's still in the back porch. Go and get it before someone picks it up."

"I'll see to that," Towkay Yeap said and left us quietly.

My father leaned closer to the waiter. "Do I treat my workers so badly that you have to kill us?"

"As long as there are workers and owners, then, yes," Ramanathan replied.

"That's your standard reply. I'm more interested in your personal views. Come on, don't you have a mind of your own?" My father threw up his hands. "Bloody Bolsheviks! Traitors, the whole lot of you!"

The waiter, incensed by my father's contempt, let out a curse. "Puki mak! Call me a traitor? Look at your mongrel son-that's your traitor!"

Noel hit him, but I caught and held his arm as he raised it again. "What're you talking about?"

Kon stood up and said, "Listen carefully, Ramanathan. You can tell us everything or I can tell them to leave the room and we can go through the same performance once more. The library is quite well muffled against your screams, with the party and the music outside and, as you can see, there's no shortage of sharp objects here ..." Kon waved his hands carelessly at Noel's collection of keris. I heard for the first time how hard and cruel Kon's voice could be, and I remembered how the porridge seller had referred to him as the White Tiger.

"I want money," Ramanathan said. "You have to understand, when they see the bomb didn't explode they'll know I talked. They'll come after me. I want money and a safe passage to Madras."

"Fine," my father said. "I'll pay you. And I'm quite certain Towkay Yeap can ensure a safe journey for you."

"Who ordered the bomb to be placed?" Kon asked.

"Who do you think?" Ramanathan said, pointing a finger at me. "Your friends, your Japanese friends."

I pushed my father aside. "Who? Which friends?" I kept my voice just under control, relieved that it did not show even the faintest quiver.

"You're such fools, all of you." Ramanathan shook his head. "They'll come soon and kick all you Europeans out."

"Surely you don't believe their propaganda? That the Japanese want to expel the colonials and return the countries to their rightful peoples? That they want to create their so-called Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere to share the wealth of the region? They want it all for themselves, not to share power and wealth with the other nations they have brutalized," my father said in a tired voice.

"You're wrong. They'll free us from you Europeans. And they'll kill each and every one of you."

"Who contacted you? What's his name?" I asked.

"I don't know," Ramanathan said, giving me a smug, almost pitying smile. "They're your friends, why don't you ask them?"

This time it was my father who restrained me from hitting the smiling waiter.

Chapter Twenty.

William met us as we came out of the library. "Where have you been? Everyone's been looking for you. Isabel wants you to meet someone, Father. You too," he said, catching my arm as I started to move away. We saw Towkay Yeap across the crowd of guests. He nodded his head once, letting us know that the situation had been taken care of. And then Isabel came through the throng of people, and I knew that the man following her was the guest she had asked me to include.

My father's jaw tightened slightly as Peter MacAllister shook his hand. He was tall and broad-chested, with a slight paunch. Beside him Isabel looked like a little girl. She appeared tense and did not look any easier when our father gave her a smile, since we all knew that he would never embarrass his family in public. For the moment he would be perfectly charming to MacAllister. The stern words would come after the party and yet I somehow felt, this time, Isabel would not be intimidated.

I left them. I couldn't help wondering if Endo-san had been involved in the attempt on my father's life. I saw him standing on his own at the edge of the lawn beneath the casuarina tree looking at his island. I refused to believe he had any knowledge of it. It was that simple.

"Your father is a good man," he remarked, as I joined him. We walked to the side of the swimming pool. I had placed hundreds of oil lamps floating on artificial water lilies in it and their combined glow made the water shimmer. All around, candles had been placed on my father's collection of statues and they appeared to move like living things as the flames fought the breeze.

The moon was out, paling the stars into insignificance. The lighthouse a mile from Istana slashed its beam out into the endless sea. I made a decision not to tell Endo-san about Ramanathan's revelations. I used the method of zazen to strain out, layer by layer, the noises of the party to pretend that we were the only two people there.

"Philip-san." A voice came from behind us. It was Tanaka, Kon's teacher, and I bowed to him.

"Tanaka-san, konbanwa," I said. He returned my greeting and spoke to Endo-san. "How are you? It has been a long time, has it not?"

"I am quite well. Yes, it has been a while. How is Ueshiba-sensei?"

"I have no news of him, I am afraid. The last I heard from him was just before he moved to Hokkaido."

"Hokkaido?"

"He wanted to get away from the war, from the generals and the ministers who pestered him daily to teach the army recruits," Tanaka replied. "He had a message for you, should I meet you."

Endo-san sighed, as though he had been expecting it.

"He said he understands your actions now but that does not mean he approves of them. You have your duty to your family but you must not stray from the path he has taught. He also said he would always consider you his pupil."

Endo-san remained expressionless.

"How is your oto-san?" Tanaka now went on. I listened carefully, not wishing to miss any part of the exchange of words. Endo-san had never told me a great deal about his father.

"He is recovering from a recent illness. The government treats him well, and provides adequate medicines for him. Thank you for your concern." Endo-san's tone of voice made it clear that the subject matter of his father was closed, but Tanaka ignored it.

"Our emperor should never have listened to the generals," Tanaka said. "Your father was right to stand fast in his beliefs, in spite of the price he has had to pay. So much suffering now. Will the war in China be over soon?"

"I do not know. I hope so."

"You should return home, my old friend," Tanaka said.

"I made an agreement with the government, and I will honor it until my father has been released," Endo-san said. "Tell my family I do not need you to watch over me."

"I'm not doing it merely for their sake. We are all concerned for you, even those who are outside your family."

Endo-san failed to reply and it was clear they had reached the end of the conversation. They bowed and Tanaka walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

"You've never told me much about your father or your family," I said.

"One day I shall," he said, his eyes not moving from Tanaka's figure. He gathered his thoughts, looked at his watch and said, "Hiroshi-san and I will have to leave soon."

"You'll miss my father's speech. You should stay for that; his speeches are famous for their wit," I said, watching his face carefully. I felt nauseous suddenly as, against my will, I wondered again if he knew about the bomb.

He shook his head. "We have an early day tomorrow. But thank you for inviting us," he said.