Read the First Two Chapters of S.L. Huang’s The Water Outlaws – tor.com

FictiIn the jianghu, you break the law to make it your own.

Were thrilled to share an extended excerpt from The Water Outlaws by S.L. Huang, out from Tordotcom Publishing on August 22.

[CW: attempted sexual assault.]

Lin Chong is an expert arms instructor, training the Emperors soldiers in sword and truncheon, battle axe and spear, lance and crossbow. Unlike bolder friends who flirt with challenging the unequal hierarchies and values of Imperial society, she believes in keeping her head down and doing her job.

Until a powerful man with a vendetta rips that carefully-built life away.

Disgraced, tattooed as a criminal, and on the run from an Imperial Marshall who will stop at nothing to see her dead, Lin Chong is recruited by the Bandits of Liangshan. Mountain outlaws on the margins of society, the Liangshan Bandits proclaim a belief in justicefor women, for the downtrodden, for progressive thinkers a corrupt Empire would imprison or destroy. Theyre also murderers, thieves, smugglers, and cutthroats.

Apart, they love like demons and fight like tigers. Together, they could bring down an empire.

Every morning just after dawn, Lin Chong taught a fight class for women.

The class was always well attended, and Lin Chong welcomed any from the lowest beggar to the highest socialite. Women choosing to apply themselves so seriously to the arts of war and weaponry might have been seen as unusual, even in the highly modern Empire of Song, but Lin Chong was so well established in the prefecture, and so well respected, that men rationalized the participation of their wives and daughters. It will help her excise any womanly hysteria, they would think, or She will be able to improve her grace and refinement. Besides, they trusted Lin Chong not to be too rough, or to act inappropriately. She was, after all, a master arms instructor for the Imperial Guard, and besides which was also a woman herself.

If the men had ever come to watch their wives and daughters at work, they may have revised their concerns about the roughness.

Today, after a meditation and warmup, Lin Chong had divided her attendees into pairs to practice a new combination of techniques. A block and throwvery useful, especially for a weaker opponent against a stronger attacker. Lin Chong paced between the pairs, watching, adjusting, correcting. Occasionally she even added a short word of praise, which inevitably made its recipient glow.

In the front of the group, Lu Junyi swept her opponent to the ground and gave Lin Chong a devilish grin. Tall, slender, and with a face an artist would invent, Lu Junyi had the same self-possession here, shining with sweat, as she would overseeing one of her intellectual salons. She kept Lin Chongs eye and made a motion across the courtyard, as if to ask about the woman she had brought with her today.

Lin Chong only nodded her back to work. They might be old friends, training under Zhou Tong together back when they were both barely nineteen, but that was no excuse for inattention during class.

Lu Junyi gave a good-natured sigh and reached out a hand to help her opponent up.

Lin Chong did need to see how the new participant was faring, however. Shed heard some grunting and swearing from that corner that did not presage well. She turned and circled in that direction.

When Lu Junyi had introduced Lu Da before the class began, Lin Chong had not exactly been surpriseddespite her social status, Lu Junyi somehow managed to meet a wide diversity of people. And Lu Da was an eclectic patchwork of the human condition all by herself. The sides of her head were shaved in the tradition of a monk of the Fa, but the ink characters of a criminal tattoo marched down her cheek, and her mannerisms were as far from a monk as could be imagined. When Lu Junyi had introduced her, Lu Da had spit on the flagstone ground and then nearly shouted her salute, smacking her hands together so hard the respectful gesture might as well have been crushing a melon. She was likely strong enough to crush melons, too she towered over the other students, and her girth was were easily twice Lin Chong and Lu Junyi put together. But shed seemed an eager enough student, bounding over to leave her heavy two-handed sword and even heavier metal staff at the side of the practice yard at Lin Chongs direction.

When Lin Chong stepped back over to her, however, it was to find that Lu Da and her opponent had somehow devolved into a wrestling match.

Lu Da had her partner in a bear hug and was squeezing her so hard her feet had come off the ground. But the other woman had been training with Lin Chong for many months, and she managed to twist and break the hold. She dropped back to her feet and spun lightning fast.

Why, you donkey! Lu Da bellowed, and swung a massive fist, which her partner dodged.

Lu Da let out a roar that seemed to call earth and wind to her command. She thrust out a palm, striking the empty space between them, and from a full pace away blasted her opponent back. The woman flew into the air only to land on her back and roll until she hit one of the neighboring buildings.

Stop, Lin Chong said.

She didnt speak loudly, but she never had to. The entire class halted and turned to attention from where they were. Several of them had already been distracted into watching Lu Da, their faces dazed and fascinated.

Attention, Lin Chong said.

The class drew their feet together and stood straight, hands behind their backs. Lu Da looked around and then clumsily imitated them.

You are uninjured? Lin Chong asked the woman who had hit the ground.

She scrambled back to her feet. Yes, Master Instructor.

Lin Chong turned to address Lu Da. You have a gods tooth.

Lu Da had the grace to flush red across her broad face. I do, Master Instructor.

Show me.

Lu Da pawed at her loose collar. Beneath her tunic, a magnificent garden of tattooed ink peered out, far more wild and fantastical than the impersonal criminal brand on her face. She grabbed at a long leather cord around her neck and drew it forth to reveal a shining shard of stone or porcelain.

The piece hung from the leather, smooth with age and deceptively inert, and drawing every eye in the class.

Lin Chong raised her voice to the class again. Who here considers themselves a philosopher?

About a third of the class lifted a hand.

Lin Chong shook her head slightly. I dont mean you tell your children to follow the tenets of Benevolence, or you make sacrifices to the gods for favors of luck or wealth. Who here dedicates themselves to the practice of one or more religions?

Most of the hands went down.

Lin Chong nodded to a young woman in the front, a newer student she didnt know well yet. Yes. Which do you practice?

I follow both Benevolence and the Fa, Master Instructor.

Perfect. And what do your religions teach you about the gods?

She looked confused. They dont, Master Instructor.

Quite correct. Lin Chong raised her voice, making sure the whole courtyard could hear. The gods are irrelevant to the teachings of the Benevolent Order. The Fa teaches that gods differ from us only in an advancement of immortality and its power, and that all were once humanwe could become the same by studying enough to attain enlightenment, and in fact, the early stages of enlightenment are what the Fa believe grant the abilities we know as scholars skills. The Followers of the Fa aspire to move past mere scholars skills and attain that godhood, but otherwise do not look to the gods for help.

Shed been pacing the front of the yard as she talked, and slowly came back around to face Lu Da.

Student Lu. You are a monk of the Fa.

I was, Lu Da corrected genially. They kicked me out.

Lin Chong could feel her eyebrows rise. You were expelled from the monastery? Why?

I missed curfew, Lu Da answered.

I see.

A hundred and seventy-three times.

That would started Lin Chong delicately.

Because I was drunk!

Lin Chong waited a moment to make sure nothing more was forthcoming. Then she said, You still know the teachings, however.

Sure, whichever stuck in my head. They do leak out my ear-holes.

Then tell us, Student Lu. What is a gods tooth?

Lu Da flushed a bit redder. Its like you said. You know. They told me not to use it, because, well, its the power the gods left behind, in artifacts and the like. Sort of cracks in the world, right? Wherever the gods went long ago, and the demons too, gods teeth are what let that bust through a bit. But the monks said it doesnt help me reach enlightenment, so I should put it away and never touch it. God teeth never make a god, as the saying is. She shrugged her massive shoulders sheepishly. But they also always wanted me to be a better fighter, and my tooth makes me a better fighter!

The martial arts were to be your path to enlightenment?

Again the sheepish shrug. Im good at them. Master Instructor.

Ah, but it is not raw power at your art that brings enlightenment, according to the Fa. You attain that only through the journey.

Right, Lu Da said, sounding uncertain.

Let me put it another way, Lin Chong said. After deep study, monastery training is known to grant scholars skills in your art, yes? If you studied hard enough, and long enough, you would learn to bend a fight to your will in ways even someone such as Iwho has made a study of decades, of all five forms and across all the eighteen weaponseven someone such as I could never hope to best you. Do you think your gods tooth does the same?

Well, yeah. Thats what gods teeth are, right? Sort of a shortcut.

It was what most people thought.

Monastery training was a route of great dedication and sacrifice that not many pursued, despite any potential reward. Many dreamed of leaping a building, of living for two hundred years, of having dream encounters with queenly demonsor any other number of storied scholars skills some monks and priests were said to develop depending on their study. If they stayed the path. If they excelled to the rights of legend. But the necessary years of strictness, of internal and external training, of mental and physical discipline

A gods tooth bestowed that power without strings. Without sacrifice.

Supposedly.

Lin Chong had already caught half her class casting glances of grudging envy at Lu Da. The Empire and the aristocracy had done everything they could for generations to push a social attitude of scoffing at gods teeth, labeling them trinkets and fragments of a bygone age, ones outclassed by modern technology. But Lin Chong strongly suspected those most vocal in their dismissal were the ones who secretly coveted what they did not possess.

Certainly everyone here in her class was shaded in jealousy.

Gods teeth were power. They made things easy.

They were also rare enough that she might never see one in her class again. Lin Chong decided a demonstration was in order.

She faced the class.

I am not religious. She might remind herself of the tenets of Benevolence in daily life, as did most people, but she was no philosopher. More importantly, she was no monk. I am not religious, and as I have said, I would never claim to be able to best the scholars skills of a monastery-trained monk. Student Lu. That is your staff, correct?

She gestured to the heavy metal bar Lu Da had set aside before class. Easily taller than Lu Da, it looked to weigh at least sixty jin.

Yes, Master Instructor! Lu Da said proudly.

It is your weapon of choice?

It is!

Then take it up, and face me with your gods tooth.

Lu Da stared in confusion. The rest of the class shuffled in their places, a few murmurs going up even among the well-disciplined students.

But Ill kill you, Lu Da blurted.

I admire your confidence, Lin Chong said dryly.

I wouldnt try to kill you, I just mean I could hurt you bad Lu Da glanced around at the rest of the students, clearly trying to check whether she was speaking as honorably as she thought she was. After all, it wasnt right to smash in the head of your teacher, was it?

Take up your staff, Lin Chong instructed. Unless you are too afraid to face me.

Im not afraid! Lu Da shot back. She tucked her gods tooth back under her tunic with her forest of inked flowers, then shuffled over to pick up the staff. She lifted it as if it weighed no more than a toothpick and whirled it above her head, in one hand and then the other.

Clear an area, Lin Chong said, and the other students hurried to gather up their reed mats and line the sides of the courtyard, whispering in anticipation.

Lin Chong took a moment to unwrap her heavy coat and lay it carefully to the side, along with the sword shed untied and set apart before class. The robes underneath she tucked up in her belt, out of the way. Then she stepped to the middle of the courtyard, hands clasped behind her back, the hemp of her shoes quiet and sure against the flagstones.

But Master Instructor! You wont use any weapon? Lu Da cried.

I have weapons in my hands and feet, Lin Chong answered. I have weapons in my years, and in my training.

Lu Da ambled in to face her, doubts scrawled transparently across her face. This doesnt seem all right. I dont want to injure you.

You presume a lot, Student Lu, Lin Chong answered. I instruct you to wield the full power of your gods tooth, and I shall wield my training, and we shall see if the monks of the Fa lied to you or not.

Lu Da spun her massive staff between her massive hands. As you wish, Master Instructor. I guess.

Begin.

Lu Das face drew together in focus. She sidestepped, her staff at a slow spin, matching the same careful distance from Lin Chong.

Lin Chong stepped to pace her, evenly, calmly. Her hands stayed clasped behind her back. She breathed deep, inhaling the movement, the connections, the intricately fitted puzzle pieces of the universe.

The meditative state was as familiar as the moves of her muscles through forms, or the feel of a sword hilt or axe or halberd settling its weight against her hand. Familiar as worn cloth, calming as a childhood home. Like reposing to drink with old friends.

Lu Da reared back, and the movement rippled all through Lin Chongs senses. Leaning to the side was an easy dance move, as if Lu Da had asked a question and Lin Chong answered without thought.

The heavy metal staff whistled through the air. A tentative strike, without Lu Das full weight behind it. Lin Chong could see the other womans balance, the way the weight was in her arms instead of backed by the vigor of her body.

You hold back, Lin Chong said.

Lu Da grunted and swung again. And again.

Lin Chong dodged once, twice, a third time. Always the smallest movement, always that fluid answer to Lu Das question. Before long Lu Da had forgotten her trepidation and was bringing the staff down with all her might, blows that would have surely crushed Lin Chongs skull, had they landed.

Your strength cannot bring you victory, Lin Chong said calmly, slipping to avoid a downward swing, then twisting to let a thrust by.

Lu Da overbalanced, her face going red with exertion all the way up the sides of her shaved head to her bobbing topknot.

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Read the First Two Chapters of S.L. Huang's The Water Outlaws - tor.com