The Painted Boy
Authors: Charles DeLint
Table of Contents
BOOKS BY CHARLES DE LINT
The Riddle of the Wren
Moonheart: A Romance
The Harp of the Grey Rose
Mulenegro: A Romany Tale
Yarrow: An Autumn Tale
Jack, the Giant Killer
Greenmantle
Wolf Moon
Svaha
Moonheart: A Romance
The Harp of the Grey Rose
Mulenegro: A Romany Tale
Yarrow: An Autumn Tale
Jack, the Giant Killer
Greenmantle
Wolf Moon
Svaha
The Valley of Thunder
Drink Down the Moon
Ghostwood
Drink Down the Moon
Ghostwood
Angel of Darkness
(as Samuel M. Key)
The Dreaming Place
The Little Country
(as Samuel M. Key)
The Dreaming Place
The Little Country
From a Whisper to a Scream
(as Samuel M. Key)
Spiritwalk
(as Samuel M. Key)
Spiritwalk
Dreams Underfoot
(collection)
Into the Green
(collection)
Into the Green
I’ ll Be Watching You
(as Samuel M. Key)
The Wild Wood
(as Samuel M. Key)
The Wild Wood
Memory and Dream
The Ivory and the Horn
(collection)
The Ivory and the Horn
(collection)
Jack of Kinrowan
Trader
Trader
Someplace to be Flying
Moonlight and Vines
(collection)
Forests of the Heart
Moonlight and Vines
(collection)
Forests of the Heart
Triskell Tales: 22 Years of Chapbooks
(collection)
The Road to Lisdoonvarna
The Onion Girl
(collection)
The Road to Lisdoonvarna
The Onion Girl
Seven Wild Sisters
(illustrated by Charles Vess)
A Handful of Coppers
(collection)
Waifs and Strays
(collection)
(illustrated by Charles Vess)
A Handful of Coppers
(collection)
Waifs and Strays
(collection)
Tapping the Dream Tree
(collection)
A Circle of Cats
(illustrated by Charles Vess)
Spirits in the Wires
(collection)
A Circle of Cats
(illustrated by Charles Vess)
Spirits in the Wires
Medicine Road
(illustrated by Charles Vess)
The Blue Girl
(illustrated by Charles Vess)
The Blue Girl
Quicksilver and Shadow
(collection)
The Hour Before Dawn
(collection)
Triskell Tales 2
(collection)
Widdershins
(collection)
The Hour Before Dawn
(collection)
Triskell Tales 2
(collection)
Widdershins
Promises to Keep
Little (Grrl) Lost
Little (Grrl) Lost
Woods and Waters Wild
(collection)
What the Mouse Found
(collection)
(collection)
What the Mouse Found
(collection)
Dingo
The Mystery of Grace
Eyes Like Leaves
Muse and Reverie
(collection)
The Painted Boy
The Mystery of Grace
Eyes Like Leaves
Muse and Reverie
(collection)
The Painted Boy
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The city, characters, and events to be found in these pages are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
FOR KIN & PENNY
THE DRAGON GARDEN, CHICAGO CHINATOWN, 2003
Jade that is not chiseled cannot become a gem.
—CHINESE PROVERB
THE BOY HAD
finally fallen asleep. Standing at the side of his bed, Susan Li pulled the cover down and studied the dragon tattoo that was not a tattoo. It took up most of her eleven-year-old son’s back, a complicated pattern of golds and yellows with black outlines, the image bearing a disturbing similarity to the logo of the restaurant downstairs.
finally fallen asleep. Standing at the side of his bed, Susan Li pulled the cover down and studied the dragon tattoo that was not a tattoo. It took up most of her eleven-year-old son’s back, a complicated pattern of golds and yellows with black outlines, the image bearing a disturbing similarity to the logo of the restaurant downstairs.
He’d always been a brave boy, never flinching over cuts and scrapes, but he’d cried in misery for hours at the pain of the image forming on his skin.
The family crest.
The family curse was what Susan called it.
She had three other children. She’d agonized over each of them until they reached puberty, then given thanks to the spirits of her ancestors that the child had been spared. Three times lucky.
But not this time.
“” a voice said in Mandarin.
She turned to see her own mother standing in the doorway.
“You don’t have some magic to tell you that?” she asked.
Paupau frowned at the double insult—the tone of her daughter’s voice and being addressed in their adopted language rather than Mandarin—but then her features smoothed.
“” she said.
Susan nodded. She wanted to rail at the older woman, but she knew it wasn’t Paupau’s fault. This was something that lay deep in the family’s blood. It went back for generations.
“I thought my children would be free of the curse,” she said. “That it would skip my children’s generation as it did my own.”
“”
“” Susan said, finally switching to Mandarin.
It was impossible to read Paupau’s expression.
“” she told her daughter. “”
“” Susan said. “”
Paupau’s gaze went to the sleeping boy.
“” she finally said.
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SANTO DEL VADO VIEJO , MARCH 2008
Fortune seldom repeats; troubles never occur alone.
—CHINESE PROVERB
ROSALIE BROUGHT
a plate of beans and rice out to La Maravilla’s back patio. Setting the plate on a table, she got a glass of water from a pitcher by the door, then settled gratefully into a chair. She’d been on her feet since early this morning and she’d be here until late tonight, working a double shift because her cousin Ines had asked her to cover for her.
a plate of beans and rice out to La Maravilla’s back patio. Setting the plate on a table, she got a glass of water from a pitcher by the door, then settled gratefully into a chair. She’d been on her feet since early this morning and she’d be here until late tonight, working a double shift because her cousin Ines had asked her to cover for her.
For a long moment she simply savored being able to relax in the quiet. She took the elastic out of her hair and redid her ponytail. She pulled the chair on the opposite side of the table closer with the toe of her running shoe, then stretched her legs out on it.
It was midafternoon of another hot day and she had the patio to herself. The
touristas
preferred the air-conditioning inside, and in comparison the two-tiered patio was not only hot, but also shabby. It sported a motley array of plastic patio furniture, worn by use and discolored by weather. A fence of saguaro ribs ran along either side of the patio to the wall at the back; scraggly cacti grew in rock garden beds that followed the fences. More saguaro ribs served as a half roof over this part of the patio. Two large mesquite trees shaded the upper tier and were home to dozens of wrens and sparrows that would swoop down to snatch dropped tortilla chips. A low adobe wall separated the patio from the dusty alley behind.
touristas
preferred the air-conditioning inside, and in comparison the two-tiered patio was not only hot, but also shabby. It sported a motley array of plastic patio furniture, worn by use and discolored by weather. A fence of saguaro ribs ran along either side of the patio to the wall at the back; scraggly cacti grew in rock garden beds that followed the fences. More saguaro ribs served as a half roof over this part of the patio. Two large mesquite trees shaded the upper tier and were home to dozens of wrens and sparrows that would swoop down to snatch dropped tortilla chips. A low adobe wall separated the patio from the dusty alley behind.
The birds were bold, the tiny lizards shyer. But if you sat quietly enough, they would come out from between the saguaro ribs or rest on the wide top of the wall soaking up the sun.
Rosalie moved her plate closer and reached for her fork, but before she could take a bite, she heard the sound of rapid footsteps in the alley. A moment later, a dark-haired Chinese boy wearing a small backpack vaulted over the wall. He saw her, put a finger to his lips, then scrambled up into one of the mesquites with all the agility of a monkey.
While she was still registering his sudden appearance, she heard more footsteps. A moment later, two of the local gangbangers were staring at her from the other side of the wall. She didn’t know their names, but she knew they ran with the Presidio Kings. The heavier of the two pointed at her with a muscled arm covered in tattoos. He had a crown tattooed on his forehead with devil’s horns on either side. His companion had a knife scar down one side of his face.
“Yo,” he said. “You there. You see a Chink go by?”
Rosalie had no reason to protect the boy hiding in the tree, but like most people in the neighborhood, she hated the swaggering gangbangers.
She shook her head.
“I find you’ve been lying to me,” the man said, “and I’ll come back and mess up that pretty little face of yours.”
The threat made her angry, but she kept her temper in check. Confronting him would only make things worse.
She lowered her feet to the ground to make it easier to move if she had to retreat into the restaurant.
“I’m not lying,” she said. “No one went by.”
And it was the truth. The boy hadn’t gone by. He’d climbed up into the tree.
The gangbanger held her gaze for a long moment, then he grinned. He blew her a kiss and the pair moved off down the alley. Rosalie raised her middle finger to their backs, but she stayed where she was until her pulse slowed a little. She waited a few moments longer before she went up the steps and crossed the upper patio to lean over the wall. She looked in the direction the men had gone, then the other just to be safe, before she quietly called up into the tree.
“They’re gone,” she said. “You can come down now.”
He was just as agile in his descent, but whereas before she didn’t doubt it was panic that had gotten him up the tree so quickly, now she was sure he was just showing off. He dropped the last few feet, landing lightly, and they stood there looking at each other.
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