The living story
The story so far
Guardian of the First Emperor's tomb at Mount Li: one of some eight thousand, and no two faces alike — archers, charioteers, generals, each modeled from a living soldier of Qin and fired in clay to stand the eternal watch. Sima Qian's Records of the Grand Historian described the tomb's rivers of mercury and jewelled sky; in 1974, farmers digging a well struck the first pit, and the army rose out of the earth it had guarded for 2,200 years. Bronze weapons in hand, facing east against every enemy the dead emperor might ever meet. They have never once broken ranks.
Happening now
He is standing in the pit right now, clay and mineral paint, one face among eight thousand — no two alike — facing east as he has faced for 2,200 years. Tourists file past. He does not blink. He has never blinked.
What may come
When the last enemy the First Emperor ever feared finally fails to come — and none of them ever came — the army will stand down, one by one, and the eight thousand faces will turn from the east at last, and look at each other. It will be the first time. They have earned the look.