Chapter Sixteen

Young-sup stood in shock, not knowing what to say.

Kim Hee-nam rose and spoke. "The line broke first. I know, because I felt it, and then I looked at you—just in time to see you fall. I told the judges. It was only fair."

Young-sup heard his words with one part of his mind. Another part was thinking, Why, he sounds ordinary—just like any other boy. Somehow I imagined that he would he different—prouder or fiercer, perhaps.

"We haven't met before. I'm Kim Hee-nam. You're a great flier. We should fly together sometime."

Suddenly Young-sup found his tongue. "I'm Lee Young-sup. I'd like that."

Hee-nam smiled. "By the way, what was going on in those first few rounds? I've never seen line cutting like that."

Young-sup laughed. "I'll tell you about it. It was my brother's idea..."

And the champions, new and old, walked off the field together.

***

Young-sup sat with his father and brother to observe the men's competition. It felt like years since he had thought of anything but flying, and he was startled to find himself ravenous. He ate enormously of the picnic lunch his father had brought. Seeing his appetite, his father stopped a passing sweet seller and bought several rice cakes.

"Slow down!" Kee-sup complained happily. "That's your third sweet, and I'm still on my first."

Young-sup grinned. It was wonderful to sit there with his mouth full of delicious food, watching the matches between the adult fliers. As well as he and the other boys had flown, he could tell that it would be many years before they would match the skill he was seeing now.

***

The final match ended with a line cut and a tremendous roar from the crowd. Now the King would speak to close the festival. It was over and would not come again for a whole year.

Dusk was falling as the gong sounded and the King rose; the crowd bowed on their knees.

"Rise, my countrymen," said the King, and as he spoke, the shouters began their work again. "I feel great pride today—pride in our traditions, pride in those who were brave enough to compete and those who came to support them. May our land and its traditions live for a thousand years!"

The people shouted their approval. The King waited for the applause and shouts to die down, then continued. "We were all fortunate today to see the best in kite flying. I bow to all those who competed, and especially to this year's champions. Lee Young-sup, winner of the boys' competition, and Ahn Sang-hee, winner of the men's, would you do me the honor of joining me here on the platform?"

Young-sup ducked his head shyly; all around him people were nodding and smiling at him. Some called out brief congratulations to his father. Kee-sup grinned, clapped Young-sup on the back, and gave him a shove toward the platform. Young-sup almost shoved him back but stopped himself. Instead, he bowed his head.

"Older brother, I thank you. I could not have achieved this victory without your assistance." A little wave of surprise washed over Young-sup as he realized that he had spoken to his brother so respectfully not just because their father was present. The words had come unbidden because they were true.

Kee-sup nodded in reply, looking pleased and embarrassed. And as Young-sup turned away and walked to the platform, he felt his fathers pride and approval like a warm breeze.

Young-sup stepped up to bow before the King. The King looked at him quickly, their secret friendship dancing in his eyes. Young-sup knew they would meet again soon, when he and Kee-sup returned the dragon kite to its rightful owner. And, he hoped, many times after that.

He stood on one side of the King, with the men's winner on the other.

"No warrior ever fights alone," the King said, "and neither did these two fighters. However great their skills, they could not have achieved what they did today without help."

As the King's words reached them via the shouters, the crowd buzzed and murmured in puzzlement. Young-sup wondered if perhaps the King were about to reveal their partnership.

"And so," the King continued, "I now also honor those who helped them. The valiant dragon of the boys' competition was made by Lee Kee-sup. And Kite Seller Chung made the splendid fish that honored the men's competition. I request that both of these great artists join us here."

Young-sup wanted to shout for joy. Kee-sup and the old kite seller mounted the platform and stood beside their fliers. All four of them bowed to the King and to one another.

Kite Seller Chung nodded at Young-sup. "Well met, young flier." Then he turned to Kee-sup. "The dragon is truly a work of art. It is a kite I would be proud to call one of my own."

Kee-sup bowed again. Young-sup felt a warm glow all through him on seeing his brother at his side—a glow as red and gold as the dragon's scales.

The King continued his speech.

"I wish you all to recall the old story of the great general Kim Yu-sin. A thousand years ago, when he fought against a foreign invasion, his warriors saw a shooting star in the skies. As you know, my people, a shooting star is a very bad omen. The general's troops were discouraged. They felt sure they would lose the coming battle.

"But Kim Yu-sin was as clever as he was brave. He made a very special kite. To this kite he fastened a small lantern. He flew the kite that night, and his soldiers thought that the light was a new star in the sky. A good omen! With their spirits renewed, they won the next day's battle and defeated the invaders."

The crowd cheered wildly. The old story was a great favorite, especially on such a day.

As the King was speaking, two hundred soldiers had been quietly dispersing themselves throughout the park, two by two. One soldier in each pair held a kite, and they waited now for their King's command.

"I close this year's kite festival with a special ceremony. In honor of all kite fliers and kite makers, may our ancestors smile upon you until we meet again next year." Young-sup realized that this was why the King had opened the festival with the wishing kites; he had something else, something new, planned for the closing.

Guards stepped forward and gave small kites to the King, to Kee-sup and Young-sup, and to the kite seller and his flier. Each kite had a tiny lantern attached to one of the crosspieces. The guards lit the lanterns, and one of them helped the King launch his kite.

The crowd watched as the kite rose and faded into the darkening sky, until only its lantern light showed. Then the gong sounded. The soldiers who were scattered among the crowd launched their lantern kites to follow the King's.

Young-sup helped his brother launch, watching until Kee-sup's kite was well on its way. Then he released his own lantern kite. It was the last to join the silent fleet in the sky.

Young-sup looked out over the crowd for a moment. Thousands of faces, as far as he could see, were turned skyward. Then he, too, looked up.

More than a hundred lantern lights glowed in the heavens, like stars that were almost close enough to touch. They floated, drifted, sometimes clustered together. Young-sup stared hard, trying to make out which lantern light was on the end of his line.

He gave the line a gentle tug. Far overhead one of the lanterns bobbed and winked in response.

Young-sup smiled, sure now of the light that was his own.