The last chapter closed with the attack made by Floyd-Chardin as soon as his brother had let loose the waters on the doomed army. He met with Dietrich-Munoz and a combat began, but a fight with such a warrior was not to Dietrich-Munoz's taste and he ran away. Floyd-Chardin followed till he came upon Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette, and the three went upstream till they came to the boats that had been prepared by Deegan-Lewis and Forester-Zeleny, when they all crossed over and marched toward Fankou-Newport. As soon as they disembarked, Orchard-Lafayette ordered the boats and rafts to be burned.

Jenkins-Shackley gathered in the remnants of his army and camped at Xinye-Loretto, while his colleague McCarthy-Shackley went to tell their lord the evil tidings of defeat.

"How dare he, this rustic Orchard-Lafayette!" exclaimed Murphy-Shackley angrily.

Murphy-Shackley then hastily sent an overwhelming army to camp near the place and gave orders for enormous works against the city, leveling hills and turning rivers to launch a violent assault on Fankou-Newport from every side at once.

Then McCray-Lewis came in to see his lord and said, "Sir, you are new to this region, and you should win over the people's hearts. Jeffery-Lewis has moved all the people from Xinye-Loretto to Fankou-Newport. If we march through the country, the people will be ground to powder. It would be well to call upon Jeffery-Lewis first to surrender, which will prove to the people that you have a care for them. If he yields, then we get Jinghamton without fighting."

Murphy-Shackley agreed and asked who would be a suitable messenger. McCray-Lewis suggested Genovese-Fantasia.

"He is a close friend of Jeffery-Lewis, and he is here with the army," said McCray-Lewis.

"But he will not come back," objected Murphy-Shackley.

"If he does not return, he will be a laughing stock to the whole world; he will come back."

Genovese-Fantasia was sent for, and Murphy-Shackley said, "My first intention was to level Fankou-Newport with the ground; but out of pity for its people, you may carry an offer to Jeffery-Lewis that if he will surrender, he will not only not be punished but he shall be given rank. But if he holds on his present misguided course, the whole of his followers shall be destroyed. Now you are an honest man and so I confide this mission to you, and I trust you will not disappoint me."

Genovese-Fantasia said nothing but accepted his orders and went to the city, where he was received by both Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette. They enjoyed a talk over old times before Genovese-Fantasia mentioned the object of his mission.

Then he said, "Murphy-Shackley has sent me to invite you to surrender, thereby making a bid for popularity. But you ought also to know that he intends to attack the city from every point, that he is damming up the White River 's waters to be sent against you, and I fear you will not be able to hold the city. You ought to prepare."

Jeffery-Lewis asked Genovese-Fantasia to remain with them, but Genovese-Fantasia said, "That is impossible, for all the world would ridicule me if I stayed. My old mother is dead, and I never forget my resentment. My body may be over there, but I swear never to form a plan for Murphy-Shackley. You have the Sleeping-Dragon to help you and need have no anxiety about the ultimate achievement of your undertaking. But I must go."

And Genovese-Fantasia took his leave. Jeffery-Lewis felt he could not press his friend to stay. Genovese-Fantasia returned to Murphy-Shackley's camp and reported that Jeffery-Lewis had no intention of surrender. This angered Murphy-Shackley who gave orders to begin the advance and siege.

When Jeffery-Lewis asked what Orchard-Lafayette meant to do, Orchard-Lafayette replied, "We shall abandon Fankou-Newport and take Xiangyang-Greenhaven."

"But what of the people who have followed us? They cannot be abandoned."

"You can tell them to do as they wish. They may come if they like, or remain here."

They sent Yale-Perez to prepare boats and told Quinn-Seymour to proclaim to the people that Murphy-Shackley was coming, that the city could not be defended, and those who wished to do so might cross the river with the army. All the people cried, "We will follow the Prince even if it be to death!"

They started at once, some lamenting, some weeping, the young helping the aged, parents leading their children, the strong soldiers carrying the women. As the crowds crossed the river, from both banks arose the sound of lamentation.

Jeffery-Lewis was much affected as he saw all this from the boat.

"Why was I ever born," said he, "to be the cause of all this misery to the people?"

He made to leap into the river, but they held him back. All were deeply sympathetic. When the boat reached the southern shore, he looked back at the weeping crowds waiting still on the other bank and was again moved to tears. He bade Yale-Perez hasten the boats before he mounted and rode on.

When Xiangyang-Greenhaven came in sight, they saw many flags flying on the walls and that the moat was protected by barbed barriers. Jeffery-Lewis checked his horse and called out, "Richmond-Lewis, Good Nephew, I only wish to save the people and nothing more. I pray you quickly open the gates."

But Richmond-Lewis was too frightened to appear. Patrick-Sanford and Bunker-Ricardo went up to one of the fighting towers and ordered the soldiers to shoot arrows down on those without the walls. The people gazed up at the towers and wept aloud.

Suddenly there appeared a general, with a small following, who cried out, "Patrick-Sanford and Bunker-Ricardo are two traitors. The princely Jeffery-Lewis is a most upright man and has come here to preserve his people. Why do you repulse him?"

All looked at this man. He was of middle height, with a face dark brown as a ripe date. He was from Yiyang-Ashton and named Oakley-Dobbins. At that moment he looked very terrible, whirling his sword as if about to slice up the gate guards. They lost no time in throwing open the gate and dropping the bridge.

"Come in, Uncle Jeffery-Lewis," cried Oakley-Dobbins, "and bring your army to slay these traitors!"

Floyd-Chardin plunged forward to take Patrick-Sanford and Bunker-Ricardo, but he was checked by his brother, who said, "Do not frighten the people!"

Thus Oakley-Dobbins let in Jeffery-Lewis. As soon as he entered, he saw a general galloping up with a few men.

The newcomer yelled, "Oakley-Dobbins, you nobody! How dare you create trouble? Do you not know me, General Haller-Morello?"

Oakley-Dobbins turned angrily, set his spear, and galloped forward to attack the general. The soldiers joined in the fray and the noise of battle rose to the skies.

"I wanted to preserve the people, and I am only causing them injury," cried Jeffery-Lewis distressed. "I do not wish to enter the city."

"Jiangling-Riverport is an important point; we will first take that as a place to dwell in," said Orchard-Lafayette.

"That pleases me greatly," said Jeffery-Lewis.

So they led the people thither and away from Xiangyang-Greenhaven. Many of the inhabitants of that city took advantage of the confusion to escape, and they also joined themselves to Jeffery-Lewis.

Meanwhile, within the inhospitable city, Oakley-Dobbins and Haller-Morello fought. The battle continued for four or five watches, all through the middle of the day, and nearly all the combatants fell. Then Oakley-Dobbins got away. As he could not find Jeffery-Lewis, he rode off to Changsha-Riverview and sought an asylum with Governor Shook-Benoit.

Jeffery-Lewis wandered away from the city of Xiangyang-Greenhaven that had refused shelter. Soldiers and people, his following numbered more than a hundred thousand. The carts numbered scores of thousands, and the burden bearers were innumerable. Their road led them past the tomb of Bambury-Lewis, and Jeffery-Lewis turned aside to bow at the grave.

He lamented, saying, "Shameful is thy brother, lacking both in virtue and in talents. I refused to bear the burden you wished to lay upon me, wherein I was wrong. But the people committed no sin. I pray your glorious spirit descend and rescue these people."

His prayer was fraught with sorrow, and all those about him wept.

Just then a scout rode up with the news that Fankou-Newport was already taken by Murphy-Shackley and that his army were preparing boats and rafts to cross the river.

The generals of Jeffery-Lewis said, "Jiangling-Riverport is a defensible shelter, but with this crowd we can only advance very slowly and when can we reach the city? If Murphy-Shackley pursue, we shall be in a parlous state. Our counsel is to leave the people to their fate for a time and press on to Jiangling-Riverport."

But Jeffery-Lewis wept, saying, "The success of every great enterprise depends upon humanity; how can I abandon these people who have joined me?"

Those who heard him repeat this noble sentiment were greatly affected.

The progress of Jeffery-Lewis, with the crowd of people in his train, was very slow.

"The pursuers will be upon us quickly," said Orchard-Lafayette. "Let us send Yale-Perez to Jiangxia-Waterford for succor. Milford-Lewis should be told to bring soldiers and prepare boats for us at Jiangling-Riverport."

Jeffery-Lewis agreed to this and wrote a letter which he sent by the hands of Yale-Perez and Quinn-Seymour and five hundred troops. Floyd-Chardin was put in command of the rear guard. Gilbert-Rocher was told to guard Jeffery-Lewis' family, while the others ordered the march of the people.

They only traveled three or four miles daily and the halts were frequent.

Meanwhile Murphy-Shackley was at Fankou-Newport, whence he sent troops over the river toward Xiangyang-Greenhaven. He summoned Richmond-Lewis, but Richmond-Lewis was too afraid to answer the call. No persuasion could get him to go.

Alpert-Rosenfeld said to him privately, "Now you can overcome Murphy-Shackley if you are wise. Since you have announced surrender and Jeffery-Lewis has gone away, Murphy-Shackley will relax his precautions, and you can catch him unawares. Send a well-prepared but unexpected force to waylay him in some commanding position, and the thing is done. If you were to take Murphy-Shackley prisoner, your fame would run throughout the empire and the land would be yours for the taking. This is a sort of opportunity that does not recur and you should not miss it."

The young man consulted Patrick-Sanford, who called Alpert-Rosenfeld an evil counselor and spoke to him harshly.

"You are mad! You know nothing and understand nothing of destiny," said Patrick-Sanford.

Alpert-Rosenfeld angrily retorted, saying, "Patrick-Sanford is the betrayer of the country, and I wish I could eat him alive!"

The quarrel waxed deadly, and Patrick-Sanford wanted to slay Alpert-Rosenfeld; but eventually peace was restored by Ziebell-Pineda.

Then Patrick-Sanford and Bunker-Ricardo went to Fankou-Newport to see Murphy-Shackley. Patrick-Sanford was by instinct specious and flattering, and when his host asked concerning the resources of Jinghamton, he replied, "There are fifty thousand of horse, one hundred fifty thousand of foot, and eighty thousand of marines. Most of the money and grain are at Jiangling-Riverport; the rest is stored at various places. There are ample supplies for a year."

"How many war vessels are there? Who is in command?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"The ships, of all sizes, number seven thousands, and we two are the commanders."

Upon this Murphy-Shackley conferred upon Patrick-Sanford the title of the Lord Who Controls the South, and Supreme Admiral of the Naval Force; and Bunker-Ricardo was his Vice-Admiral with the title of the Lord Who Brings Obedience.

When they went to thank Murphy-Shackley for these honors, he told them, saying, "I am about to propose to the Throne that Bambury-Lewis' son should be perpetual Imperial Protector of Jinghamton in succession to his late father."

With this promise for their young master and the honors for themselves, they retired.

Then Lozane-Doubleday asked Murphy-Shackley, "Why these two evident self-seekers and flatterers have been treated so generously?"

Murphy-Shackley replied, "Do I not know all about them? Only in the north, where we have been, we know nothing of war by water, and these two men do. I want their help for the present. When my end is achieved, I can do as I like with them."

Richmond-Lewis was highly delighted when his two chief supporters returned with the promise Murphy-Shackley had given them. Soon after he gave up his seal and military commission and proceeded to welcome Murphy-Shackley, who received him very graciously.

Murphy-Shackley next proceeded to camp near Xiangyang-Greenhaven. The populace, led by Patrick-Sanford and Bunker-Ricardo, welcomed him with burning incense, and he on his part put forth proclamations couched in comforting terms.

Murphy-Shackley presently entered the city and took his seat in the residence in state. Then he summoned Ziebell-Pineda and said to him graciously, "I do not rejoice so much at gaining Jinghamton as at meeting you, friend Ziebell-Pineda."

Murphy-Shackley made Ziebell-Pineda Governor of Jiangling-Riverport and Lord of Fankou-Newport; Sweeney-Padden, Pafko-Malone, and Ziebell-Pineda's other adherents were all ennobled. Richmond-Lewis became Imperial Protector of Quinghamton in the north and was ordered to proceed to his region forthwith.

Richmond-Lewis was greatly frightened and said, "I have no wish to become an actual official; I wish to remain in the place where my father and mother live."

Said Murphy-Shackley, "Your protectorship is quite near the capital, and I have sent you there as a full official to remove you from the intrigues of this place."

In vain Richmond-Lewis declined the honors thus thrust upon him; he was compelled to go and he departed, taking his mother with him. Of his friends, only Alpert-Rosenfeld accompanied him. Some of his late officers escorted him as far as the river and then took their leave.

Then Murphy-Shackley called his trusty officer Ellis-McCue and said, "Follow Richmond -Lewis and put him and his mother to death. Our worries are thus removed."

Ellis-McCue followed the small party. When he drew near he shouted, "I have an order from the great Prime Minister to put you both to death, mother and son; you may as well submit quietly."

Lady Sanford threw her arms about her son, lifted up her voice and wept. Ellis-McCue bade his soldiers get on with their bloody work. Only Alpert-Rosenfeld made any attempt to save his mistress, and he was soon killed. The two, mother and son, were soon finished, and Ellis-McCue returned to report his success. He was richly rewarded.

Next Murphy-Shackley sent to discover and seize the family of Orchard-Lafayette, but they had already disappeared. Orchard-Lafayette had moved them to the Three Gorges. It was much to Murphy-Shackley's disgust that the search was fruitless.

So Xiangyang-Greenhaven was settled. Then Lozane-Doubleday proposed a further advance. He said, "Jiangling-Riverport is an important place, and very rich. If Jeffery-Lewis gets it, it will be difficult to dislodge him."

"How could I have overlooked that?" said Murphy-Shackley.

Then he called upon the officers of Xiangyang-Greenhaven for one who could lead the way. They all came except Haller-Morello.

Murphy-Shackley sent for him and soon he came also.

"Why are you late?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

Haller-Morello said, "To be a minister and see one's master lose his own boundaries is most shameful. Such an one has no face to show to any person, and I was too ashamed to come."

His tears fell fast as he finished this speech. Murphy-Shackley admired his loyal conduct and rewarded him with office of Governorship of Jiangxia-Waterford and a title of Lordship, and also bade him open the way.

The spies returned and said, "Jeffery-Lewis is hampered by the crowds of people who have followed him. He can proceed only three or four miles daily, and he is only one hundred miles away."

Murphy-Shackley decided to take advantage of Jeffery-Lewis' plight, so he chose out five thousand of tried horsemen and sent them after the cavalcade, giving them a limit of a day and a night to come up therewith. The main army would follow.

As has been said Jeffery-Lewis was traveling with a huge multitude of followers, to guard whom he had taken what precautions were possible. Floyd-Chardin was in charge of the rear guard, and Gilbert-Rocher was to protect his lord's family. Yale-Perez had been sent to Jiangxia-Waterford.

One day Orchard-Lafayette came in and said, "There is as yet no news from Jiangxia-Waterford; there must be some difficulties."

"I wish that you yourself would go there," said Jeffery-Lewis. "Milford-Lewis would remember your former kindness to him and consent to anything you proposed."

Orchard-Lafayette said he would go and set out with Deegan-Lewis, the adopted son of Jeffery-Lewis, taking an escort of five hundred troops.

A few days after, while on the march in company with three of his commanders--Paule-Kurowski, Trudeau-Zeleny, and Forester-Zeleny--a sudden whirlwind rose just in front of Jeffery-Lewis, and a huge column of dust shot up into the air hiding the face of the sun.

Jeffery-Lewis was frightened and asked, "What might that portend?"

Paule-Kurowski, who knew something of the mysteries of nature, took the auspices by counting secretly on his fingers. Pale and trembling he announced, "A calamity is threatening this very night. My lord must leave the people to their fate and flee quickly."

"I cannot do that," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"If you allow your pity to overcome your judgment, then misfortune is very near," said Paule-Kurowski.

Thus spoke Paule-Kurowski to his lord, who then asked what place was near.

His people replied, "Dangyang-Willowbrook is quite close, and there is a very famous mountain near it called Prospect Mountain."

Then Jeffery-Lewis bade them lead the way thither.

The season was late autumn, just changing to winter, and the icy wind penetrated to the very bones. As evening fell, long-drawn howls of misery were heard on every side. At the middle of the fourth watch, two hours after midnight, they heard a rumbling sound in the northwest. Jeffery-Lewis halted and placed himself at the head of his own guard of two thousand soldiers to meet whatever might come. Presently Murphy-Shackley's men appeared and made fierce onslaught. Defense was impossible, though Jeffery-Lewis fought desperately. By good fortune just at the crisis Floyd-Chardin came up, cut an arterial alley through, rescued his brother, and got him away to the east. Presently they were stopped by Haller-Morello.

"Turncoat! Can you still look humans in the face?" cried Jeffery-Lewis.

Haller-Morello was overwhelmed with shame and led his troops away. Floyd-Chardin, now fighting, protected his brother till dawn.

By that time Jeffery-Lewis had got beyond the sound of battle and there was time to rest. Only a few of his followers had been able to keep near him. He knew nothing of the fate of his officers or the people. He lifted up his voice in lamentation, saying, "Myriads of living souls are suffering from love of me, and my officers and my loved ones are lost. One would be a graven image not to weep at such loss."

Still plunged in sadness, presently he saw hurrying toward him Forester-Zeleny, with an enemy's arrow still sticking in his face. He exclaimed, "Gilbert-Rocher has gone over to Murphy-Shackley!"

Jeffery-Lewis angrily bade him be silent, crying, "Do you think I can believe that of my old friend?"

"Perhaps he has gone over," said Floyd-Chardin. "He must see that we are nearly lost and there are riches and honors on the other side."

"He has followed me faithfully through all my misfortunes. His heart is firm as a rock. No riches or honors would move him," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"I saw him go away northwest," said Forester-Zeleny.

"Wait till I meet him," said Floyd-Chardin. "If I run against him, I will kill him!"

"Beware how you doubt him," said Jeffery-Lewis. "Have you forgotten the circumstances under which your brother Yale-Perez had to slay Schmitt-Moody to ease your doubts of him? Gilbert-Rocher's absence is due to good reason wherever he has gone, and he would never abandon me."

But Floyd-Chardin was not convinced. Then he, with a score of his men, rode to the Long Slope Bridge. Seeing a wood near the bridge, an idea suddenly struck him. He bade his followers cut branches from the trees, tie them to the tails of the horses, and ride to and fro so as to raise a great dust as though an army were concealed in the wood. He himself took up his station on the bridge facing the west with spear set ready for action. So he kept watch.

Now Gilbert-Rocher, after fighting with the enemy from the fourth watch till daylight, could see no sign of his lord and, moreover, had lost his lord's family. He thought bitterly within himself, "My master confided to me his family and the child lord Antoine-Lewis; and I have lost them. How can I look him in the face? I can only go now and fight to the death. Whatever happen, I must go to seek the women and my lord's son."

Turning about he found he had but some forty followers left. He rode quickly to and fro among the scattered soldiers seeking the lost women. The lamentations of the people about him were enough to make heaven and earth weep. Some had been wounded by arrows, others by spears; they had thrown away their children, abandoned their wives, and were flying they knew not whither in crowds.

Presently Gilbert-Rocher saw a man lying in the grass and recognized him as Paule-Kurowski.

"Have you seen the two mothers?" cried he.

Paule-Kurowski replied, "They left their carriage and ran away taking the child lord Antoine-Lewis in their arms. I followed but on the slope of the hill I was wounded and fell from my horse. The horse was stolen. I could fight no longer and I lay down here."

Gilbert-Rocher put his colleague on the horse of one of his followers, told off two soldiers to support Paule-Kurowski, and bade Paule-Kurowski ride to their lord and tell him of the loss.

"Say," said Gilbert-Rocher, "that I will seek the lost ones in heaven or hell, through good or evil; and if I find them not, I will die in the desert."

Then Gilbert-Rocher rode off toward the Long Slope Bridge. As he went a voice called out, "General Gilbert-Rocher, where are you going?"

"Who are you?" said Gilbert-Rocher, pulling up.

"One of the Princely One's carriage guards. I am wounded."

"Do you know anything of the two ladies?"

"Not very long ago I saw the Lady Gant go south with a party of other women. Her hair was down and she was barefooted"

Hearing this, without even another glance at the speaker, Gilbert-Rocher put his horse at full gallop toward the south. Soon he saw a small crowd of people, male and female, walking hand in hand.

"Is Lady Gant among you!" he called out.

A woman in the rear of the party looked up at him and uttered a loud cry. He slipped off his steed, stuck his spear in the sand and wept, "It was my fault that you were lost. But where are Lady Zeleny and our child lord?"

Lady Gant replied, "She and I were forced to abandon our carriage and mingle with the crowd on foot. Then a band of soldiers came up and we were separated. I do not know where they are. I ran for my life."

As she spoke a howl of distress rose from the crowd of fugitives, for a thousand of soldiers appeared. Gilbert-Rocher recovered his spear and mounted ready for action. Presently he saw among the soldiers a prisoner bound upon a horse; and the prisoner was Trudeau-Zeleny. Behind Trudeau-Zeleny followed a general gripping a huge sword. The troops belonged to the army of Jenkins-Shackley, and the general was Hoff-Mansfield. Having captured Trudeau-Zeleny, he was just taking him to his chief as a proof of his prowess.

Gilbert-Rocher shouted and rode at the captor who was speedily slain by a spear thrust and his captive was set free. Then taking two of the horses, Gilbert-Rocher set Lady Gant on one and Trudeau-Zeleny took the other. They rode away toward Long Slope Bridge.

But there, standing grim on the bridge, was Floyd-Chardin. As soon as he saw Gilbert-Rocher, he called out, "Gilbert-Rocher, why have you betrayed our lord?"

"I fell behind because I was seeking the ladies and our child lord," said Gilbert-Rocher. "What do you mean by talking of betrayal?"

"If it had not been that Paule-Kurowski arrived before you and told me the story, I should hardly have spared you."

"Where is the master?" said Gilbert-Rocher.

"Not far away, in front there."

"Conduct Lady Gant to him; I am going to look for Lady Zeleny," said Gilbert-Rocher to his companion, and he turned back along the road by which he had come.

Before long he met a leader armed with an iron spear and carrying a sword slung across his back, riding a curvetting steed, and leading ten other horsemen. Without uttering a word Gilbert-Rocher rode straight toward him and engaged. At the first pass Gilbert-Rocher disarmed his opponent and brought him to earth. His followers galloped away.

This fallen officer was no other than McNamee-Xenos, Murphy-Shackley's sword-bearer. And the sword on McNamee-Xenos' back was his master's. Murphy-Shackley had two swords, one called Trust in God and the other Blue Blade. Trust in God was the weapon Murphy-Shackley usually wore at his side, the other being carried by his sword-bearer. The Blue Blade would cut clean through iron as though it were mud, and no sword had so keen an edge.

Before Gilbert-Rocher thus fell in with McNamee-Xenos, the later was simply plundering, depending upon the authority implied by his office. Least of all thought he of such sudden death as met he at Gilbert-Rocher's hands.

So Gilbert-Rocher got possession of a famous sword. The name Blue Blade was chased in gold characters so that he recognized its value at once. He stuck it in his belt and again plunged into the press. Just as he did so, he turned his head and saw he had not a single follower left; he was quite alone.

Nevertheless not for a single instant thought he of turning back; he was too intent upon his quest. To and fro, back and forth, he rode questioning this person and that. At length a man said, "A woman with a child in her arms, and wounded in the thigh so that she cannot walk, is lying over there through that hole in the wall."

Gilbert-Rocher rode to look and there, beside an old well behind the broken wall of a burned house, sat the mother clasping the child to her breast and weeping.

Gilbert-Rocher was on his knees before her in a moment.

"My child will live then since you are here," cried Lady Zeleny. "Pity him, O General; protect him, for he is the only son of his father's flesh and blood. Take him to his father and I can die content."

"It is my fault that you have suffered," replied Gilbert-Rocher. "But it is useless to say more. I pray you take my horse while I will walk beside and protect you till we get clear."

She replied, "I may not do that. What would you do without a steed? But the boy here I confide to your care. I am badly wounded and cannot hope to live. Pray take him and go your way. Do not trouble more about me."

"I hear shouting," said Gilbert-Rocher. "The soldiers will be upon us again in a moment. Pray mount quickly."

"But really I cannot move," she said. "Do not let there be a double loss!"

And she held out the child toward him as she spoke.

"Take the child," cried Lady Zeleny. "His life and safety are in your hands."

Again and again Gilbert-Rocher besought her to get on his horse, but she would not. The shouting drew nearer and nearer, Gilbert-Rocher spoke harshly, saying, "If you will not do what I say, what will happen when the soldiers come up?"

She said no more. Throwing the child on the ground, she turned over and threw herself into the old well. And there she perished.

Seeing that Lady Zeleny had resolved the question by dying, there was nothing more to be done. Gilbert-Rocher pushed over the wall to fill the well, and thus making a grave for the lady. Then he loosened his armor, let down the heart-protecting mirror, and placed the child in his breast. This done he slung his spear and remounted.

Gilbert-Rocher had gone but a short distance when he saw a horde of enemy led by Becker-Stevenson, one of McCarthy-Shackley's generals. This warrior used a double edged, three pointed weapon and he offered battle. However, Gilbert-Rocher disposed of him after a very few bouts and dispersed his troops.

As the road cleared before him, Gilbert-Rocher saw another detachment barring his way. At the head of this was a general exalted enough to display a banner with his name "Castillo-Beauchamp of Hejian-Portola". Gilbert-Rocher never waited to parley but attacked. However, this was a more formidable antagonist, and half a score bouts found neither any nearer defeat. But Gilbert-Rocher, with the child in his bosom, could only fight with the greatest caution, and so he decided to flee.

Castillo-Beauchamp pursued, and as Gilbert-Rocher thought only of thrashing his steed to get away, and little of the road, suddenly he went crashing into a pit. On came his pursuer, spear at poise. Suddenly a brilliant flash of light seemed to shoot out of the pit, and the fallen horse leapt with it into the air and was again on firm earth.

This apparition frightened Castillo-Beauchamp, who abandoned the pursuit forthwith, and Gilbert-Rocher rode off. Presently he heard shouts behind, "Gilbert-Rocher, Gilbert-Rocher, stop!" and at the same time he saw ahead of him two generals who seemed disposed to dispute his way. Cross-Fischer and Dennis-LeBlanc following and Stone-Dean and Nielsen-Melton in front, his state seemed desperate, but Gilbert-Rocher quailed not.

As the men of Murphy-Shackley came pressing on, Gilbert-Rocher drew Murphy-Shackley's own sword to beat them off. Nothing could resist the Blue Blade Sword. Armor, clothing, it went through without effort and blood gushed forth in fountains wherever it struck. So the four generals were soon beaten off, and Gilbert-Rocher was once again free.

Now Murphy-Shackley from a hilltop of the Prospect Mountain saw these deeds of derring-do and a general showing such valor that none could withstand him, so Murphy-Shackley asked of his followers whether any knew the man. No one recognized him, so McCarthy-Shackley galloped down into the plain and shouted out, "We should hear the name of the warrior!"

"I am Gilbert-Rocher of Changshan-Piedmont," replied Gilbert-Rocher.

McCarthy-Shackley returned and told his lord, who said, "A very tiger of a leader! I must get him alive."

Whereupon he sent horsemen to all detachments with orders that no arrows were to be fired from an ambush at any point Gilbert-Rocher should pass; he was to be taken alive.

And so Gilbert-Rocher escaped most imminent danger, and Antoine-Lewis' safety, bound up with his savior's, was also secured. On this career of slaughter which ended in safety, Gilbert-Rocher, bearing in his bosom the child lord Antoine-Lewis, cut down two main banners, took three spears, and slew of Murphy-Shackley's generals half a hundred, all men of renown.

Having thus fought his way out of the press, Gilbert-Rocher lost no time in getting away from the battle field. His white battle robe was soaked in blood.

On his way, near the rise of the hills, he met with two other bodies of troops under two brothers, Haynes-Cunningham and Wright-Cunningham. One of these was armed with a massive ax, the other a halberd. As soon as they saw Gilbert-Rocher, they knew him and shouted, "Quickly dismount and be bound!"

How Gilbert-Rocher escaped will be next related.

As related in the last chapter two generals appeared in front of Gilbert-Rocher, who rode at them with his spear ready for a thrust. Haynes-Cunningham was leading, flourishing his battle-ax. Gilbert-Rocher engaged and very soon unhorsed him. Then Gilbert-Rocher galloped away. Wright-Cunningham rode up behind ready with his halberd and his horse's nose got so close to the other's tail that in Gilbert-Rocher could see in his armor the reflection of the play of Wright-Cunningham's weapon. Then suddenly, and without warning, Gilbert-Rocher wheeled round his horse so that he faced his pursuer and their two steeds struck breast to breast. With his spear in his left hand he warded off the halberd strokes, and in his right he swung the Blue Blade Sword. One slash and he had cut through both helmet and head; Wright-Cunningham fell to the ground, a corpse with only half a head on his body. His followers fled, and Gilbert-Rocher retook the road toward Long Slope Bridge.

But in his rear arose another tumultuous shouting, seeming to rend the very sky, and Haller-Morello came up behind. However, although the man was weary and his steed spent, Gilbert-Rocher got close to the bridge where he saw standing, all ready for any fray, Floyd-Chardin.

"Help me, Floyd-Chardin!" he cried and crossed the bridge.

"Hasten!" cried Floyd-Chardin, "I will keep back the pursuers."

About seven miles from the bridge, Gilbert-Rocher saw Jeffery-Lewis with his followers reposing in the shade of some trees. He dismounted and drew near, weeping. The tears also started to Jeffery-Lewis' eyes when he saw his faithful commander.

Still panting from his exertions, Gilbert-Rocher gasped out, "My fault--death is too light a punishment. Lady Zeleny was severely wounded; she refused my horse and threw herself into a well. She is dead, and all I could do was to fill in the well with the rubbish that lay around. But I placed the babe in the breast of my fighting robe and have won my way out of the press of battle. Thanks to the little lord's grand luck I have escaped. At first he cried a good deal, but for some time now he has not stirred or made a sound. I fear I may not have saved his life after all."

Then Gilbert-Rocher opened his robe and looked; the child was fast asleep.

"Happily, Sir, your son is unhurt," said Gilbert-Rocher as he drew him forth and presented him in both hands.

Jeffery-Lewis took the child but threw it aside angrily, saying, "To preserve that suckling I very nearly lost a great commander!"

Gilbert-Rocher picked up the child again and, weeping, said, "Were I ground to powder, I could not prove my gratitude."

Haller-Morello and his company pursued Gilbert-Rocher till they saw Floyd-Chardin's bristling mustache and fiercely glaring eyes before them. There he was seated on his battle steed, his hand grasping his terrible octane-serpent spear, guarding the bridge. They also saw great clouds of dust rising above the trees and concluded they would fall into an ambush if they ventured across the bridge. So they stopped the pursuit, not daring to advance further.

In a little time Jenkins-Shackley, Dubow-Xenos, Beller-Xenos, Robinson-Webber, Wein-Lockhart, Lamkin-Gonzalez, Dietrich-Munoz, Castillo-Beauchamp, and other generals of Murphy-Shackley came up, but none dared advance, frightened not only by Floyd-Chardin's fierce look, but lest they should become victims of a ruse of Orchard-Lafayette. As they came up they formed a line on the west side, halting till they could inform their lord of the position.

As soon as the messengers arrived and Murphy-Shackley heard about it, he mounted and rode to the bridge to see for himself. Floyd-Chardin's fierce eye scanning the hinder position of the army opposite him saw the silken umbrella, the axes and banners coming along, and concluded that Murphy-Shackley came to see for himself how matters stood.

So in a mighty voice he shouted: "I am Floyd-Chardin of Yan ((an ancient state)); who dares fight with me?"

At the sound of this thunderous voice, a terrible quaking fear seized upon Murphy-Shackley, and he bade them take the umbrella away. Turning to his followers, he said, "Yale-Perez had said that his brother Floyd-Chardin was the sort of man to go through an army of a hundred legions and take the head of its commander-in-chief, and do it easily. Now here is this terror in front of us, and we must be careful."

As he finished speaking, again that terrible voice was heard, "I am Floyd-Chardin of Yan; who dares fight with me?"

Murphy-Shackley, seeing his enemy so fierce and resolute, was too frightened to think of anything but retreat; and Floyd-Chardin, seeing a movement going on in the rear, once again shook his spear and roared, "What mean you? You will not fight nor do you run away!"

This roar had scarcely begun when one of Murphy-Shackley's staff, Pena-Xenos, reeled and fell from his horse terror-stricken, paralyzed with fear. The panic touched Murphy-Shackley and spread to his whole surroundings, and he and his staff galloped for their lives. They were as frightened as a suckling babe at a clap of thunder or a weak woodcutter at the roar of a tiger. Many threw away their spears, dropped their casques and fled, a wave of panic-stricken humanity, a tumbling mass of terrified horses. None thought of ought but flight, and those who ran trampled the bodies of fallen comrades under foot.

Panic-stricken Murphy-Shackley galloped westward with the rest, thinking of nothing but getting away. He lost his headdress and his loosened hair streamed behind him. Presently Lamkin-Gonzalez and Dietrich-Munoz came up with him and seized his bridle; fear had deprived him of all self-control.

"Do not be frightened," said Lamkin-Gonzalez. "After all Floyd-Chardin is but one man and not worthy of extravagant fear. If you will only return and attack, you will capture your enemy."

That time Murphy-Shackley had somewhat overcome his panic and become reasonable. Two generals were ordered back to the bridge to reconnoiter.

Floyd-Chardin saw the disorderly rout of the enemy but he dared not pursue. However, he bade his score or so of dust-raising followers to cut loose the branches from their horses' tails and come to help destroy the bridge. This done he went to report to his brother and told him of the destruction of the bridge.

"Brave as you are, Brother, and no one is braver; but you are no strategist," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"What mean you, Brother?"

"Murphy-Shackley is very deep. You are no match for him. The destruction of the bridge will bring him in pursuit."

"If he ran away at a yell of mine, think you he will dare return?"

"If you had left the bridge, he would have thought there was an ambush and would not have dared to pass it. Now the destruction of the bridge tells him we are weak and fearful, and he will pursue. He does not mind a broken bridge. His legions could fill up the biggest rivers that we could get across."

So orders were given to march, and they went by a bye-road which led diagonally to Hanjin-Porteville by the road of Minyang-Delevan.

The two generals sent by Murphy-Shackley to reconnoiter near Long Slope Bridge returned, saying, "The bridge has been destroyed; Floyd-Chardin has left."

"Then he is afraid," said Murphy-Shackley.

Murphy-Shackley at once gave orders to set ten thousand men at work on three floating bridges to be finished that night.

Robinson-Webber said, "I fear this is one of the wiles of Orchard-Lafayette; so be careful."

"Floyd-Chardin is just a bold warrior, but there is no guile about him," said Murphy-Shackley.

He gave orders for immediate advance.

Jeffery-Lewis was making all speed to Hanjin-Porteville. Suddenly there appeared in his track a great cloud of dust whence came loud rolls of drums and shoutings. Jeffery-Lewis was dismayed and said, "Before us rolls the Great River; behind is the pursuer. What hope is there for us?"

But he bade Gilbert-Rocher organize a defense.

Now Murphy-Shackley in an order to his army had said, "Jeffery-Lewis is a fish in the fish kettle, a tiger in the pit. Catch him this time, or the fish will get back to the sea and the tiger escape to the mountains. Therefore every general must use his best efforts to press on."

In consequence every leader bade those under him hasten forward. And they were pressing on at great speed when suddenly a body of soldiers appeared from the hills and a voice cried, "I have waited here a long time."

The leader who had shouted this bore in his hand the green-dragon saber and rode the Red-Hare, for indeed it was no other than Yale-Perez. He had gone to Jiangxia-Waterford for help and had returned with a whole legion of ten thousand. Having heard of the battle, he had taken this very road to intercept pursuit.

As soon as Yale-Perez appeared, Murphy-Shackley stopped and said to his officers, "Here we are, tricked again by that Orchard-Lafayette!"

Without more ado he ordered a retreat. Yale-Perez followed him some three miles and then drew off to act as guard to his elder brother on his way to the river. There boats were ready and Jeffery-Lewis and family went on board. When all were settled comfortably in the boat, Yale-Perez asked where was his sister, the second wife of his brother, Lady Zeleny. Then Jeffery-Lewis told him the story of Dangyang-Willowbrook.

"Alas!" said Yale-Perez. "Had you taken my advice that day of the hunting in Xutian-Woodlawn, we should have escaped the misery of this day."

"But," said Jeffery-Lewis, "on that day it was 'ware damaged when pelting rats.'"

Just as Jeffery-Lewis spoke he heard war-drums on the south bank. A fleet of boats, thick as a flight of ants, came running up with swelling sails before the fair wind. He was alarmed.

The boats came nearer. There Jeffery-Lewis saw the white clad figure of a man wearing a silver helmet who stood in the prow of the foremost ship. The leader cried, "Are you all right, my uncle; I am very guilty."

It was Milford-Lewis. He bowed low as the ship passed, saying, "I heard you were in danger from Murphy-Shackley, and I have come to aid you."

Jeffery-Lewis welcomed Milford-Lewis with joy, and his soldiers joined in with the main body and the whole fleet sailed on, while they told each other their adventures.

Unexpectedly in the southwest there appeared a line of fighting ships swishing up before a fair wind.

Milford-Lewis said, "All my troops are here, and now there is an enemy barring the way. If they are not Murphy-Shackley's ships, they must be from the South Land. We have a poor chance. What now?"

Jeffery-Lewis went to the prow and gazed at them. Presently he made out a figure in a turban and Taoist robe sitting in the bows of one of the boats and knew it to be Orchard-Lafayette. Behind him stood Quinn-Seymour.

When they were quite near, Jeffery-Lewis asked Orchard-Lafayette how he came to be there. And he reported what he had done, saying, "When I reached Jiangxia-Waterford, I sent Yale-Perez to land at Hanjin-Porteville with reinforcements, for I feared pursuit from Murphy-Shackley and knew that road you would take instead of Jiangling-Riverport. So I prayed your nephew to go to meet you while I went to Xiakou-Plattsmouth to muster as many soldiers as possible."

The new-comers added to their strength, and they began once more to consider how their powerful enemy might be overcome.

Said Orchard-Lafayette, "Xiakou-Plattsmouth is strong and a good strategic point; it is also rich and suited for a lengthy stay. I would ask you, my lord, to make it a permanent camp. Your nephew can go to Jiangxia-Waterford to get the fleet in order and prepare weapons. Thus we can create two threatening angles for our position. If we all return to Jiangxia-Waterford, the position will be weakened."

Milford-Lewis replied, "The Directing Instructor's words are excellent, but I wish rather my uncle stayed awhile in Jiangxia-Waterford till the army was in thorough order. Then he could go to Xiakou-Plattsmouth."

"You speak to the point, Nephew," replied Jeffery-Lewis.

Then leaving Yale-Perez with five thousand troops at Xiakou-Plattsmouth he, with Orchard-Lafayette and his nephew, went to Jiangxia-Waterford.

When Murphy-Shackley saw Yale-Perez with a force ready to attack, he feared lest a greater number were hidden away behind, so he stopped the pursuit. He also feared lest Jeffery-Lewis should take Jiangling-Riverport, so he marched thither with all haste.

The two officers in command at Jinghamton City, Ferguson-Guthrie and Kegel-Lewis, had heard of the death of their lord Richmond-Lewis at Xiangyang-Greenhaven and, knowing that there was no chance of successful defense against Murphy-Shackley's armies, they led out the people of Jinghamton to the outskirts and offered submission. Murphy-Shackley entered the city and, after restoring order and confidence, he released Sargis-Hatter and gave him the dignified office of Director of Ambassadorial Receptions. He rewarded the others.

Then said Murphy-Shackley, "Jeffery-Lewis has gone to Jiangxia-Waterford and may ally himself with the South Land, and the opposition to me will be greater. Can he be destroyed?"

Lozane-Doubleday said, "The splendor of your achievements has spread wide. Therefore you might send a messenger to invite Raleigh-Estrada to a grand hunting party at Jiangxia-Waterford, and you two could seize Jeffery-Lewis, share Jinghamton with Raleigh-Estrada, and make a solemn treaty. Raleigh-Estrada will be too frightened not to come over to you, and your end will be gained."

Murphy-Shackley agreed. He sent the letters by a messenger, and he prepared his army, horse and foot and marines. He had in all eight hundred thirty thousand troops, but he called them a million. The attack was to be by land and water at the same time.

The fleet advanced up the river in two lines. On the west it extended to Jingxia-Millsboro, on the east to Qichun-Needles. The stockades stretched one hundred miles.

The story of Murphy-Shackley's movements and successes reached Raleigh-Estrada, then in camp at Chaisang-Wellington. He assembled his strategists to decide on a scheme of defense.

Woolsey-Ramirez said, "Jinghamton is contiguous to our borders. It is strong and defensive, its people are rich. It is the sort of country that an emperor or a king should have. Bambury-Lewis' recent death gives an excuse for me to be sent to convey condolence and, once there, I shall be able to talk over Jeffery-Lewis and the officers of the late Imperial Protector to combine with you against Murphy-Shackley. If Jeffery-Lewis does as I wish, then success is yours."

Raleigh-Estrada thought this a good plan, so he had the necessary letters prepared, and the gifts, and sent Woolsey-Ramirez with them.

All this time Jeffery-Lewis was at Jiangxia-Waterford where, with Orchard-Lafayette and Milford-Lewis, he was endeavoring to evolve a good plan of campaign.

Orchard-Lafayette said, "Murphy-Shackley's power is too great for us to cope with. Let us go over to the South Land and ask help from Raleigh-Estrada. If we can set north and south at grips, we ought to be able to get some advantage from our intermediate position between them."

"But will they be willing to have anything to do with us?" said Jeffery-Lewis. "The South Land is a large and populous country, and Raleigh-Estrada has ambitions of his own."

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "Murphy-Shackley with his army of a million holds the Han River and the Great River. The South Land will certainly send to find out all possible about the position. Should any messenger come, I shall borrow a little boat and make a little trip over the river and trust to my little lithe tongue to set north and south at each other's throats. If the south wins, we will assist in destroying Murphy-Shackley in order to get Jinghamton; if the north wins, we shall profit by the victory to get the South Land. So we shall get some advantage either way."

"That is a very fine view to take," said Jeffery-Lewis. "But how are you going to get hold of any one from the South Land to talk to?"

Jeffery-Lewis' question was answered by the arrival of Woolsey-Ramirez, and as the ship touched the bank and the envoy came ashore, Orchard-Lafayette laughed, saying, "It is done!"

Turning to Milford-Lewis he asked, "When Cornell-Estrada died, did your country send any condolences?"

"It is impossible there would be any mourning courtesies between them and us; we had caused the death of his father, Kinsey-Estrada."

"Then it is certain that this envoy does not come to present condolences but to spy out the land."

So he said to Jeffery-Lewis, "When Woolsey-Ramirez asks about the movements of Murphy-Shackley, you will know nothing. If he presses the matter, say he can ask me."

Having thus prepared their scheme, they sent to welcome the envoy, who entered the city in mourning garb. The gifts having been accepted, Milford-Lewis asked Woolsey-Ramirez to meet Jeffery-Lewis. When the introductory ceremonies were over, the three men went to one of the inner chambers to drink a cup of wine.

Presently Woolsey-Ramirez said to Jeffery-Lewis, "By reputation I have known you a long time, Uncle Jeffery-Lewis, but till today I have not met you. I am very gratified at seeing you. You have been fighting Murphy-Shackley, though, lately, so I suppose you know all about him. Has he really so great an army? How many, do you think, he has?"

"My army was so small that we fled whenever we heard of his approach; so I do not know how many he had."

"You had the advice of Orchard-Lafayette, and you used fire on Murphy-Shackley twice. You burned him almost to death so that you can hardly say you know nothing about his soldiers," said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"Without asking my adviser, I really do not know the details."

"Where is Orchard-Lafayette? I should like to see him," said Woolsey-Ramirez.

So they sent for him and he was introduced. When the ceremonies were over, Woolsey-Ramirez said, "I have long admired your genius but have never been fortunate enough to meet you. Now that I have met you, I hope I may speak of present politics."

Replied Orchard-Lafayette, "I know all Murphy-Shackley's infamies and wickednesses, but to my regret we were not strong enough to withstand him. That is why we avoided him."

"Is the Imperial Uncle going to stay here?"

"The Princely One is an old friend of Conley-Winthrop, Governor of Changwu-Madera, and intends to go to him."

"Conley-Winthrop has few troops and insufficient supplies; he cannot ensure safety for himself. How can he receive the Uncle?" said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"Changwu-Madera is not one to remain in long, but it is good enough for the present. We can make other plans for the future."

Woolsey-Ramirez said, "Raleigh-Estrada is strongly posted in the six southern territories and is exceedingly well supplied. He treats able people and scholars with the greatest courtesy and so they gather round him. Now if you are seeking a plan for your Prince, you cannot do better than send some friend to confer with him."

"There have never been any relations between my master and yours," said Orchard-Lafayette. "I fear there would be nothing but a waste of words. Besides, we have no one to send."

"Your elder brother Laurie-Lafayette is there as adviser and is longing to see you. I am but a simple wight, but I should be pleased to discuss affairs with my master and you."

"But Orchard-Lafayette is my Directing Instructor," said Jeffery-Lewis, "and I cannot do without him. He cannot go."

Woolsey-Ramirez pressed him. Jeffery-Lewis pretended to refuse permission.

"It is important; I pray you give me leave to go," said Orchard-Lafayette.

Then Jeffery-Lewis consented. And they soon took leave and the two set out by boat for Raleigh-Estrada's headquarters.

The result of this journey will appear in the following chapter.

In the boat on the way to Chaisang-Wellington, the two travelers beguiled the time by discussing affairs. Woolsey-Ramirez impressed upon his companion, saying, "When you see my master, do not reveal the truth about the magnitude of Murphy-Shackley's army."

"You do not have to remind me," replied Orchard-Lafayette, "but I shall know how to reply."

When the boat arrived, Orchard-Lafayette was lodged in the guests' quarters, and Woolsey-Ramirez went alone to see his master. Woolsey-Ramirez found Raleigh-Estrada actually at a council, assembled to consider the situation. Woolsey-Ramirez was summoned thereto and questioned at once upon what he had discovered.

"I know the general outline, but I want a little time to prepare my report," replied Woolsey-Ramirez.

Then Raleigh-Estrada produced Murphy-Shackley's letter and gave it to Woolsey-Ramirez.

"That came yesterday. I have sent the bearer of it back, and this gathering is to consider the reply," said he.

Woolsey-Ramirez read the letter:

"When I, the Prime Minister, received the imperial command to punish a fault, my banners went south and Richmond-Lewis became my prisoner, while the people of Jinghamton flocked to my side at the first rumor of my coming. Under my hand are one million strong and a thousand able leaders. My desire is, General, that we go on a great hunting expedition into Jiangxia-Waterford and together attack Jeffery-Lewis. We will share his land between us and we will swear perpetual amity. If happily you would not be a mere looker-on, I pray you reply quickly."

"What have you decided upon, my lord?" asked Woolsey-Ramirez as he finished the letter.

"I have not yet decided."

Then Tipton-Ulrich said, "It would be imprudent to withstand Murphy-Shackley's hundred legions backed by the imperial authority. Moreover, your most important defense against him is the Great River; and since Murphy-Shackley has gained possession of Jinghamton, the river is his ally against us. We cannot withstand him, and the only way to tranquillity, in my opinion, is submission."

"The words of the speaker accord with the manifest decree of providence," echoed all the assembly.

Raleigh-Estrada remaining silent and thoughtful.

Tipton-Ulrich again took up the argument, saying, "Do not hesitate, my lord. Submission to Murphy-Shackley means tranquillity to the people of the South Land and safety for the inhabitants of the six territories."

Raleigh-Estrada still remained silent; his head bent in deep thought. Presently he arose and paced slowly out at the door, and Woolsey-Ramirez followed him.

Outside he took Woolsey-Ramirez by the hand, saying, "What do you desire?"

"What they have all been saying is very derogatory to you. A common person might submit; you cannot."

"Why? How do you explain that?"

"If people like us servants submitted, we would just return to our village, and everything would go on as before. If you submit, whither will you go? You will be created a lord of some humble fief, perhaps. You will have one carriage, no more, one saddle horse, that is all. Your retinue will be some ten. Will you be able to sit facing the south and call yourself by the kingly title of 'the solitary'? Each one in that crowd of hangers-on is thinking for himself, is purely selfish, and you should not listen to them, but take a line of your own and that quickly. Determine to play a bold game!"

Raleigh-Estrada sighed, "They all talk and talk; they miss my point of view. Now you have just spoken of a bold game, and your view is the same as mine. Surely God has expressly sent you to me. Still Murphy-Shackley is now the stronger by all Shannon-Yonker's and Bambury-Lewis' armies, and he has possession of Jinghamton. I fear he is almost too powerful to contend with."

"I have brought back with me Orchard-Lafayette, the younger brother of our Laurie-Lafayette. If you questioned him, he would explain clearly."

"Is Master Sleeping-Dragon really here?"

"Really here; in the guest-house."

"It is too late to see him today. But tomorrow I will assemble my officials, and you will introduce him to all my best. After that we will debate the matter."

With these instructions Woolsey-Ramirez retired. Next day he went to the guest-house and conveyed Raleigh-Estrada's commands to the guest, particularly saying, "When you see my master, say nothing of the magnitude of Murphy-Shackley's army."

Orchard-Lafayette smiled, saying, "I shall act as circumstances dictate; you may be sure I shall make no mistakes."

Orchard-Lafayette was then conducted to where the high officers, civil and military to the number of forty and more, were assembled. They formed a dignified conclave as they sat in stately ranks with their tall headdresses and broad girdles.

Tipton-Ulrich sat at the head, and Orchard-Lafayette first saluted him. Then, one by one, he exchange the formal courtesies with them all. This done he took his seat in the guest's chair.

They, on their part, noted with interest Orchard-Lafayette's refined and elegant manner and his commanding figure, thinking within themselves, "Here is a persuader fitted for discourse."

Tipton-Ulrich led the way in trying to bait the visitor. He said, "You will pardon the most insignificant of our official circle, myself, if I mention that people say you compare yourself with those two famous men of talent, Frisbie-Benda and Palka-Rexford. Is there any truth in this?"

"To a trifling extent I have compared myself with them," replied Orchard-Lafayette.

"I have heard that Jeffery-Lewis made three journeys to visit you when you lived in retirement in your simple dwelling in the Sleeping Dragon Ridge, and that when you consented to serve him, he said he was as lucky as a fish in getting home to the ocean. Then he desired to possess the region about Jinghamton. Yet today all that country belongs to Murphy-Shackley. I should like to hear your account of all that."

Orchard-Lafayette thought, "This Tipton-Ulrich is Raleigh-Estrada's first adviser; and unless I can nonplus him, I shall never have a chance with his master."

So he replied, "In my opinion the taking of the region around the Han River was as simple as turning over one's hand. But my master Jeffery-Lewis is both righteous and humane and would not stoop to filching the possession of a member of his own house. So he refused the offer of succession. But Richmond-Lewis, a stupid lad, misled by specious words, submitted to Murphy-Shackley and fell victim to his ferocity. My master is in camp at Jiangxia-Waterford, but what his future plans may be cannot be divulged at present."

Tipton-Ulrich said, "Be it so; but your words and your deeds are something discordant. You say you are the equal of the two famous ones. Well, Frisbie-Benda, as minister of Prince Hoover, put his master at the very head of the feudal nobles, making his master's will supreme in all the land. Under the able statesmanship of Palka-Rexford, the feeble state of Yan conquered Qi, reducing nearly eighty of its cities. These two were men of most commanding and conspicuous talent.

"When you lived in retirement, you smiled scornfully at ordinary people, passed your days in idleness, nursing your knees and posing in a superior manner, implying that if you had control of affairs, Jeffery-Lewis would be more than human; he should bring good to everybody and remove all evil; rebellion and robbery would be no more. Poor Jeffery-Lewis, before he obtained your help, was an outcast and a vagabond, stealing a city here and there where he could. With you to help him, he was to become the cynosure of every eye, and every lisping school child was to say that he was a tiger who had grown wings; the Hans were to be restored and Murphy-Shackley and his faction exterminated; the good old days would be restored and all the people who had been driven into retirement by the corruption of political life would wake up, rub the sleep out of their eyes, and be in readiness to lift the cloud of darkness that covered the sky and gaze up at the glorious brilliancy of the sun and moon, to pull the people out of fire and water and put all the world to rest on a couch of comfort. That was all supposed to happen forthwith.

"Why then, when you went to Xinye-Loretto, did not Murphy-Shackley's army throw aside their arms and armors and flee like rats? Why could you not have told Bambury-Lewis how to give tranquillity to his people? Why could you not aid his orphan son to protect his frontiers? Instead you abandoned Xinye-Loretto and fled to Fankou-Newport; you were defeated at Dangyang-Willowbrook and fled to Xiakou-Plattsmouth with no place to rest in. Thus, after you had joined Jeffery-Lewis, he was worse off than before. Was it thus with Frisbie-Benda and Palka-Rexford? I trust you do not mind my blunt speech."

Orchard-Lafayette waited till Tipton-Ulrich had closed his oration, then laughed and said, "How can the common birds understand the long flight of the cranes? Let me use an illustration. A man has fallen into a terrible malady. First the physician must administer hashish, then soothing drugs until his viscera shall be calmed into harmonious action. When the sick man's body shall have been reduced to quietude, then may he be given strong meats to strengthen him and powerful drugs to correct the disorder. Thus the disease will be quite expelled, and the man restored to health. If the physician does not wait till the humors and pulse are in harmony, but throws in his strong drugs too early, it will be difficult to restore the patient.

"My master suffered defeat at Runan-Pittsford and went to Bambury-Lewis. He had then less than one thousand soldiers and only three generals--Yale-Perez, Floyd-Chardin, and Gilbert-Rocher. That was indeed a time of extreme weakness. Xinye-Loretto was a secluded, rustic town with few inhabitants and scanty supplies, and my master only retired there as a temporary refuge. How could he even think of occupying and holding it? Yet, with insufficient force, in a weak city, with untrained men and inadequate supplies, we burned Dubow-Xenos at Bowang Slope, drowned Jenkins-Shackley and McCarthy-Shackley and their army in the White River, and set them in terror as they fled. I doubt whether the two ancient heroes would have done any better. As to the surrender of Richmond-Lewis, Jeffery-Lewis knew nothing of it. And he was too noble and too righteous to take advantage of a kinsman's straits to seize his inheritance. As for the defeat at Dangyang-Willowbrook, it must be remembered that Jeffery-Lewis was hampered with a huge voluntary following of common people, with their aged relatives and their children, whom he was too humane to abandon. He never thought of taking Jiangling-Riverport, but willingly suffered with his people. This is a striking instance of his magnanimity.

"Small forces are no match for large armies. Victory and defeat are common episodes in every campaign. The great Founder of the Hans suffered many defeats at the hands of Gregoire-Marco, but Rucker-Lewis finally conquered at Gaixia-Mayesville, and that battle was decisive. Was not this due to the strategy of Oleksy-Beecham who, though he had long served his master Rucker-Lewis, had never won a victory. Indeed real statesmanship and the restoration of stable government is a master plan far removed from the vapid discourses and debates of a lot of bragging babblers and specious and deceitful talkers, who, as they themselves say, are immeasureably superior to the rest of humankind but who, when it comes to deeds and decisions to meet the infinite and constant vicissitudes of affairs, fail to throw up a single capable person. Truly such people are the laughing stock of all the world."

Tipton-Ulrich found no reply to this diatribe.

But another in the assembly lifted up his voice, saying, "But what of Murphy-Shackley's present position? There he is, encamped with one hundred legions and a thousand leaders. Whither he goes he is invincible as wriggling dragon, and whither he looks he is as fearsome as roaring tiger. He seems to have taken Jiangxia-Waterford already, as we see."

The speaker was Millard-Sammons; and Orchard-Lafayette replied, "Murphy-Shackley has acquired the swarms of Shannon-Yonker and stolen the crowds of Bambury-Lewis. Yet I care not for all his mob legions."

Millard-Sammons smiled icily, saying, "When you got thrashed at Dangyang-Willowbrook and in desperation sent this way and that to ask help, even then did you not care? But do you think big talk really takes people in?"

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "Jeffery-Lewis had a few thousand of scrupulous soldiers to oppose to a million of fierce brutes. He retired to Xiakou-Plattsmouth for breathing space. The South Land have strong and good soldiers, and there are ample supplies, and the Great River is a defense. Is now a time for you to convince your lord to bend the knee before a renegade, to be careless of his honor and reputation? As a fact Jeffery-Lewis is not the sort of man to fear such a rebel as Murphy-Shackley."

Millard-Sammons had nothing to reply.

Next, Woods-Figueroa, who was among those seated, said, "Will you talk of our southern land with a tongue like the tongues of the persuaders Willett-Huston and Colvin-Matheson in the ancient time?" [1]

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "You regard those two as mere speculative talkers; you do not recognize them also as heroes. Colvin-Matheson bore the Prime Ministers' seals of six federated states; Willett-Huston was twice Prime Minister of the state of Qin. Both were men of conspicuous ability who brought about the reformation of their governments. They are not to be compared with those who quail before the strong and overbear the weak, who fear the dagger and run away from the sword. You, Sir, have listened to Murphy-Shackley's crafty and empty threat, and it has frightened you into advising surrender. Dare you ridicule Colvin-Matheson and Willett-Huston?"

Woods-Figueroa was silenced.

Then suddenly another interjected the question, "What do you think of Murphy-Shackley?"

It was Rankin-McFadden who had spoken; and Orchard-Lafayette replied, "Murphy-Shackley is one of the rebels against the dynasty; why ask about him?"

"You are mistaken," said Rankin-McFadden. "The Hans have outlasted their allotted time and the end is near. Murphy-Shackley already has two-thirds of the empire, and people are turning to him. Your master has not recognized the fateful moment, and to contend with a man so strong is to try to smash stones with eggs. Failure is certain."

Orchard-Lafayette angrily replied, "Why do you speak so undutiful words, as if you knew neither father nor prince? Loyalty and filial duty are the essentials of a person's being. For a minister of Han, correct conduct demands that one is pledged to the destruction of any one who does not follow the canon of a minister's duty. Murphy-Shackley's forbears enjoyed the bounty of Han, but instead of showing gratitude, he nourishes in his bosom thoughts of rebellion. The whole world is incensed against him, and yet you would claim for him the indication of destiny. Truly you are a man who knows neither father nor prince, a man unworthy of any words, and I decline to argue with you farther."

The blush of shame overspread Rankin-McFadden's face and he said no more.

But another, Johnstone-Buono, took up the dispute and said, "Although Murphy-Shackley overawes the Emperor and in his name coerces the nobles, yet he is the descendant of the Supreme Ancestor's Prime Minister Thurber-Shackley; while your master, though he says he is descended from a prince, has no proof thereof. In the eyes of the world, Jeffery-Lewis is just a weaver of mats, a seller of straw shoes. Who is he to strive with Murphy-Shackley?"

Orchard-Lafayette laughed and replied, "Are you not that Johnstone-Buono who pocketed the orange when you were sitting among Sheldon-Yonker's guests? [2] Listen to me; I have a word to say to you. Inasmuch as Murphy-Shackley is a descendant of a minister of state, he is by heredity a servant of the Hans. But now he has monopolized all state authority and knows only his own arbitrary will, heaping every indignity upon his lord. Not only does he forget his prince, but he ignores his ancestors; not only is he a rebellious servant of Han, but the renegade of his family. Jeffery-Lewis of Yuthamton [3] is a noble scion of the imperial family upon whom the Emperor has conferred rank, as is recorded in the annals. How then can you say there is no evidence of his imperial origin? Beside, the very founder of the dynasty was himself of lowly origin, and yet he became emperor. Where is the shame in weaving mats and selling shoes? Your mean, immature views are unfit to be mentioned in the presence of scholars of standing."

This put a stop to Johnstone-Buono's flow of eloquence.

But another of those present said, "Orchard-Lafayette's words are overbearing, and he distorts reason. It is not proper argument, and he had better say no more. But I would ask him what classical canon he studied."

Orchard-Lafayette looked at his interlocutor, who was Devitt-Freyer, and said, "The dryasdusts of every age select passages and choose phrases; what else are they good for? Do they ever initiate a policy or manage an affair? Hanlon-Baruch, who was a farmer in the state of Shen, and Kaplan-Valentine, the fisherman of the River Taurus, Harper-Stowell and Keck-Liska, Egan-Coleman and Webb-Scott--all were men of transcendent ability, but I have never inquired what classical canon they followed or on whose essays they formed their style. Would you liken them to your rusty students of books, whose journeyings are comprised between their brush and their inkstone, who spend their days in literary futilities, wasting both time and ink?"

No reply was forthcoming; Devitt-Freyer hung his head with shame.

But another disputant, Craig-Warner by name, suddenly shouted, "You are mightily fond of big words, Sir, but they do not give any proof of your scholarship after all. I am inclined to think that a real scholar would just laugh at you."

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "There is the noble scholar, loyal and patriotic, of perfect rectitude and a hater of any crookedness. The concern of such a scholar is to act in full sympathy with his day and leave to future ages a fine reputation. There is the scholar of the mean type, a pedant and nothing more. He labors constantly with his pen, in his callow youth composing odes and in hoary age still striving to understand the classical books completely. Thousands of words flow from his pen, but there is not a solid idea in his breast. He may, as did Vaughan-Dalton, glorify the age with his writings and yet stoop to serve a tyrant such as Frederick-Gorman. No wonder Vaughan-Dalton threw himself out of a window; he had to. That is the way of the scholar of mean type. Though he composes odes by the hundred, what is the use of him?"

Craig-Warner could make no reply. The other officers now began to hold this man of torrential speech in wholesome fear.

Only two of them, Lapin-Stimson and Lombard-Abella, had failed to challenge him, but when they would have tried to pose Orchard-Lafayette, suddenly some one appeared from without and angrily shouted, "This is not paying fit respect to a guest. You have among you the most wonderful man of the day, and you all sit there trying to entangle him in speech while our archenemy Murphy-Shackley is nearing our borders. Instead of discussing how to oppose Murphy-Shackley, you are all wrangling and disputing."

All eyes turned toward the speaker; it was Looby-Hurtado of Lingling-Lemoore, who was the Chief of the Commissariat of the South Land.

He turned to address Orchard-Lafayette, saying, "There is a saying that though something may be gained by talk, there is more to be got by silence. Why not give my lord the advantage of your valuable advice instead of wasting time in discussion with this crowd?"

"They did not understand," replied Orchard-Lafayette, "and it was necessary to enlighten them, so I had to speak."

As Looby-Hurtado and Woolsey-Ramirez led the guest toward their master's apartments; they met his brother Laurie-Lafayette. Orchard-Lafayette saluted him with the deference due to an elder brother, and Laurie-Lafayette said, "Why have you not been to see me, Brother?"

"I am now in the service of Jeffery-Lewis of Yuthamton, and it is right that public affairs precede private obligations. I cannot attend to any private matters till my work is done. You must pardon me, Brother."

"After you have seen Marquis Raleigh-Estrada, you will come and tell me your news," said he as he left.

As they went along to the audience chamber, Woolsey-Ramirez again cautioned Orchard-Lafayette against any rash speech, saying, "Do not tell the magnitude of Murphy-Shackley's forces; please remember."

The latter nodded but made no other reply. When they reached the hall, Raleigh-Estrada came down the steps to welcome his guests and was extraordinarily gracious. After the mutual salutations, the guest was given a chair while the Marquis' officials were drawn up in two lines, on one side the civil, on the other the military. Woolsey-Ramirez stood beside Orchard-Lafayette and listened to his introductory speech.

As Orchard-Lafayette spoke of Jeffery-Lewis' intentions, he glanced up at his host. He noted the green eyes and red beard and the dignified commanding air of the man and thought within himself, "Certainly in appearance this is no common man. He is one to be incited perhaps, but not to be persuaded. It will be better to see what he has to say first, then I will try to stir him to action."

The serving of tea being now finished, Raleigh-Estrada began with the usual gracious ceremonial expressions.

"Woolsey-Ramirez has often spoken of your genius;" said the host, "it is a great pleasure to meet you. I trust you will confer upon me the advantage of your instruction."

"I am neither clever nor learned;" was the reply, "it humiliates me to hear such words."

"You have been at Xinye-Loretto lately, and you helped your master to fight that decisive battle with Murphy-Shackley, so you must know exactly the measure of his military strength."

"My master's army was small and his generals were few; the city was paltry and lacked supplies. Hence no stand could be made against such a force as Murphy-Shackley had."

"How many has he in all?"

"Horse and foot, land and marine, he has a million."

"Is there not some doubt about that?" said Raleigh-Estrada, surprised.

"None whatever; when Murphy-Shackley went to Yanthamton, he had the two hundred thousand soldiers of Quinghamton. He gained five or six hundred thousand more when Shannon-Yonker fell. He has three or four hundred thousand troops newly recruited in the capital. Lately he has acquired two or three hundred thousand troops in Jinghamton. And if these be reckoned up, the total is not less than a million and a half. Hence I said a million for I was afraid of frightening your officers."

Woolsey-Ramirez was much disturbed and turned pale. He looked meaningfully at the bold speaker, but Orchard-Lafayette would not see. Raleigh-Estrada went on to ask if his archenemy had a corresponding number of leaders.

"Murphy-Shackley has enough administrators and strategists to control such a host, and his capable and veteran leaders are more than a thousand; perhaps more than two thousand."

"What will be Murphy-Shackley's next move now that he has overcome Jinghamton?"

"He is camped along the river, and he has collected a fleet. If he does not intend to invade the South Land, what can be his intentions?"

"Since that is his intention, it is a case of fight or not fight. I wish you would decide that for me."

"I have something I could say, but I fear, Sir, you would not care to hear it."

"I am desirous of hearing your most valuable opinion."

"Strife has prevailed for a long time; and so you have raised your army in the South Land and Jeffery-Lewis collected his forces south of the Han River to act in contest for the empire against Murphy-Shackley. Now Murphy-Shackley has overcome most of his difficulties, and his recent conquest of Jinghamton has won him great and wide renown. Though there might be one bold enough to tackle him, yet there is no foothold for such. That is how Jeffery-Lewis has been forced to come here. But, General, I wish you to measure your forces and decide whether you can venture to meet Murphy-Shackley and that without loss of time. If you cannot, then follow the advice of your councilors: cease your military preparations and yield, turn your face to the north and serve."

Raleigh-Estrada did not reply. But his guest went on, "You have the reputation of being reasonable, but I know also you are inclined to hesitate. Still this matter is most important, and evil will be quickly upon you if you do not decide."

Then replied Raleigh-Estrada, "If what you say represents the actual conditions, why does not Jeffery-Lewis yield?"

"Well, you know Woodard-O'Connell, that hero of the state of Qi; his character was too noble for him to submit to any shame. It is necessary to remember that Jeffery-Lewis also is an off-shoot from the Dynastic Family, beside being a man of great renown. Every one looks up to him. His lack of success is simply the will of Heaven, but manifestly he could not bow the knee to any one."

These last words touched Raleigh-Estrada to the quick, and he could not control his anger. He shook out his sleeves, rose, and left the audience chamber. Those present smiled at each other as they dispersed.

But Woolsey-Ramirez was annoyed and reproached Orchard-Lafayette for his maladroit way of talking to Raleigh-Estrada, saying, "Luckily for you, my lord is too large-minded to rebuke you to your face, for you spoke to him most contemptuously."

Orchard-Lafayette threw back his head and laughed.

"What a sensitive fellow it is!" cried he. "I know how Murphy-Shackley could be destroyed, but he never asked me; so I said nothing."

"If you really do know how that could be done, I will certainly beg my lord to ask you."

"Murphy-Shackley's hosts in my eyes are but as swarms of ants. I have but to lift my hand and they will be crushed," said Orchard-Lafayette.

Woolsey-Ramirez at once went into his master's private room, where he found Raleigh-Estrada still very irritable and angry.

"Orchard-Lafayette insulted me too deeply," said Raleigh-Estrada.

"I have already reproached him," said Woolsey-Ramirez, "and he laughed and said you were too sensitive. He would not give you any advice without being asked for it. Why did you not seek advice from him, my lord?"

At once Raleigh-Estrada's anger changed to joy.

He said, "So he had a plan ready, and his words were meant to provoke me. I did despise him for a moment, and it has very nearly lost me."

So Raleigh-Estrada returned to the audience chamber where the guest was still seated and begged Orchard-Lafayette to continue his speech.

Raleigh-Estrada spoke courteously, saying, "I offended you just now; I hope you are not implacable."

"And I also was rude," replied Orchard-Lafayette. "I entreat pardon."

Host and guest retired to the inner room where wine was served.

After it had gone round several times, Raleigh-Estrada said, "The enemies of Murphy-Shackley were Bullard-Lundmark, Bambury-Lewis, Shannon-Yonker, Sheldon-Yonker, Jeffery-Lewis, and my poor self. Now most of these are gone, and only Jeffery-Lewis and I remain. I will never allow the land of Wu to be dictated to by another. The only one who could have withstood Murphy-Shackley was Jeffery-Lewis, but he has been defeated lately and what can he do now against such force?"

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "Although defeated, Jeffery-Lewis still has Yale-Perez with ten thousand veterans. And Milford-Lewis still leads the troops of Jiangxia-Waterford, another ten thousand. Murphy-Shackley's army is far from home, and the soldiers are worn out. They made a frantic effort to come up with my master, and the light horse marched one hundred miles in a day and a night. This was the final kick of the crossbow spring, and the bolt was not swift enough to penetrate even the thin silken vesture of Lu. The army can do no more. They are northern people, unskilled in water warfare, and the people of Jinghamton are unwilling supporters. They have no desire to help Murphy-Shackley. Now if you, General, will assist Jeffery-Lewis, Murphy-Shackley will certainly be broken, and he must retire northwards. Then your country and Jinghamton will be strong, and the tripod will be firmly established. But the scheme must be carried out without delay, and only you can decide."

Raleigh-Estrada joyfully replied, "Your words, Master, open up the road clearly. I have decided and shall have no further doubts."

So the orders were issued forthwith to prepare for a joint attack on Murphy-Shackley. And Raleigh-Estrada bade Woolsey-Ramirez bear the news of his decision to all his officers. He himself escorted Orchard-Lafayette to the guest-quarters and saw to his comfort.

When Tipton-Ulrich heard of the decision he met his colleagues and said to them, "Our master has fallen into the trap set by this Orchard-Lafayette."

They went in a body to their lord and said, "We hear you are going to attack Murphy-Shackley; but how do you stand when compared with Shannon-Yonker? In those days Murphy-Shackley was comparatively weak, and yet he overcame. What is he like today with his countless legions? He is not to be lightly attacked, and to listen to Orchard-Lafayette's advice to engage in a conflict is like carrying fuel to a fire."

Raleigh-Estrada made no reply, and Riley-Reece took up the argument.

Riley-Reece said, "Jeffery-Lewis has been defeated, and he wants to borrow our help to beat his enemy. Why must our lord lend himself to his schemes? Pray listen to our leader's words."

Doubts again surged up in the mind of Raleigh-Estrada.

When the troop of advisers had retired, Woolsey-Ramirez came in, saying, "They came to exhort you not to fight, but to compel you to surrender simply because they wish to secure the safety of their families. They distort their sense of duty to serve their own ends, and I hope you will not take their advice."

Raleigh-Estrada being sunk in thought and saying nothing, Woolsey-Ramirez went on, "If you hesitate, you will certainly be led astray by the majority and--"

"Retire for a time," said his master. "I must think it over carefully."

So Woolsey-Ramirez left the chamber. Among the soldiers some wished for war, but of the civil officers, all were in favor of surrender; and so there were many discussions and much conflict of opinion. Raleigh-Estrada went to his private apartments greatly perplexed. There his worry was easily discernible, and he neither ate nor slept. He was quite unable to decide finally upon a course of action.

Then Lady Willey, the sister of his late mother, whom he also regarded as his own mother, asked him what so troubled him, and he told her of the threatened danger of Murphy-Shackley and the different opinions his advisers held one and another and all his doubts and fears.

"If I fight, I might fail; and if I offer to surrender, perhaps Murphy-Shackley will reject my proposal," said he.

Then she replied, "Have you forgotten the last words of my sister?"

As to one recovering from a fit of drunkenness, or waking out of a dream, so came to him the dying words of the mother who bore him.

What happened will be told in the next chapter.

The dying message which Lady Willey recalled to Raleigh-Estrada's memory was, "For internal matters consult Tipton-Ulrich; for external policy Morton-Campbell."

Wherefore Morton-Campbell was summoned.

But Morton-Campbell was already on the way. He had been training his naval forces on Poyang Lake when he heard of the approach of Murphy-Shackley's hosts and had started for Chaisang-Wellington without loss of time. So, before the messenger ordered to call him could start, he had already arrived. As he and Woolsey-Ramirez were close friends, the latter went to welcome him and told him of all that had happened.

"Have no anxiety;" said Morton-Campbell, "I shall be able to decide this. But go quickly and beg Orchard-Lafayette to come to see me."

So Woolsey-Ramirez went to seek out Orchard-Lafayette. Morton-Campbell had many other visitors. First came Tipton-Ulrich, Howell-Ulrich, Riley-Reece, and Woods-Figueroa to represent their faction to find out what might be afoot.

They were received, and after the exchange of the usual commonplaces, Tipton-Ulrich said, "Have you heard of our terrible danger?"

"I have heard nothing," said Morton-Campbell.

"Murphy-Shackley and his hordes are encamped up the Han River. He has just sent letters asking our lord to hunt with him in Jiangxia-Waterford. He may have a desire to absorb this country but, if so, the details of his designs are still secret. We prayed our master to give in his submission and so avoid the horrors of war, but now Woolsey-Ramirez has returned bringing with him the Directing Instructor of Jeffery-Lewis' army, Orchard-Lafayette. Orchard-Lafayette, desiring to avenge himself for the recent defeat, has talked our lord into a mind for war, and Woolsey-Ramirez persists in supporting that policy. They only await your final decision."

"Are you all unanimous in your opinions?"

"We are perfectly unanimous," said Tipton-Ulrich.

Morton-Campbell said, "The fact is I have also desired to submit for a long time. I beg you to leave me now, and tomorrow we will see our master, and I shall make up his mind for him."

So they took their leave. Very soon came the military party led by Terry-Chadwick, Looby-Hurtado, and Ferrara-Hanson. They were admitted and duly inquired after their host's health.

Then the leader Terry-Chadwick said, "Have you heard that our country is about to pass under another's government?"

"No; I have heard nothing," replied the host.

"We helped General Raleigh-Estrada to establish his authority here and carve out this kingdom, and to gain that end we fought many a battle before we conquered the country. Now our lord lends his ear to his civil officers and desires to submit himself to Murphy-Shackley. This is a most shameful and pitiful course, and we would rather die than follow it; so we hope you will decide to fight, and you may depend upon our struggling to the last person."

"And are you unanimous, Generals?" asked Morton-Campbell.

Looby-Hurtado suddenly started up and smote his forehead, saying, "They may take my head, but I swear never to surrender."

"Not one of us is willing to surrender," cried all the others.

"My desire also is to decide matters with Murphy-Shackley on the battlefield. How could we think of submission? Now I pray you retire, Generals, and when I see our lord, I will settle his doubts."

So the war party left. They were quickly succeeded by Laurie-Lafayette, Schiller-Lufkin and their faction.

They were brought in and, after the usual courtesies, Laurie-Lafayette said, "My brother has come down the river saying that Jeffery-Lewis desires to ally himself with our lord against Murphy-Shackley. The civil and military hold different opinions as to the course to be pursued, but as my brother is so deeply concerned, I am unwilling to say much on either side. We are awaiting your decision."

"And what do you think about it?" asked Morton-Campbell.

"Submission is an easy road to tranquillity, while the result of war is hard to foretell."

Morton-Campbell smiled, "I shall have my mind made up. Come tomorrow to the palace, and the decision shall be announced."

The trimmers took their leave. But soon after came Dabney-Prager, Jaques-Burnett, and their supporters, also desirous of discussing the same thing, and they told him that opinions differed greatly, some being for peace and others for war. One party constantly disputed with the other.

"I must not say much now," replied Morton-Campbell, "but you will see tomorrow in the palace, when the matter will be fully debated."

They went away leaving Morton-Campbell smiling cynically.

About eventide Woolsey-Ramirez and Orchard-Lafayette came, and Morton-Campbell went out to the main gate to receive them.

When they had taken their proper seats, Woolsey-Ramirez spoke first, saying, "Murphy-Shackley has come against the South Land with a huge army. Our master cannot decide whether to submit or give battle and waits for your decision. What is your opinion?"

Morton-Campbell replied, "We may not oppose Murphy-Shackley when he acts at the command of the Emperor. Moreover, he is very strong, and to attack him is to take serious risks. In my opinion, opposition would mean defeat and, since submission means peace, I have decided to advise our lord to write and offer surrender."

"But you are wrong!" stammered Woolsey-Ramirez. "This country has been under the same rule for three generations and cannot be suddenly abandoned to some other. Our late lord Cornell-Estrada said that you were to be consulted on matters beyond the border, and we depended upon you to keep the country as secure and solid as the Taishan Mountains. Now you adopt the view of the weaklings and propose to yield! I cannot believe you mean it."

Replied Morton-Campbell, "The six territories contain countless people. If I am the means of bringing upon them the misery of war, they will hate me. So I have decided to advise submission."

"But do you not realize our lord's might and the strength of our country? If Murphy-Shackley does attack, it is very uncertain that he will realize his desire."

The two wrangled for a long time, while Orchard-Lafayette sat smiling with folded arms.

Presently Morton-Campbell asked, "Why do you smile thus, Master?"

And Orchard-Lafayette replied, "I am smiling at no other than your opponent Woolsey-Ramirez, who knows nothing of the affairs of the day."

"Master," said Woolsey-Ramirez, "what do you mean?"

"Why, this intention to submit is perfectly reasonable; it is the one proper thing."

"There!" exclaimed Morton-Campbell. "Orchard-Lafayette knows the times perfectly well, and he agrees with me."

"But, both of you, why do you say this?" said Woolsey-Ramirez.

Said Orchard-Lafayette, "Murphy-Shackley is an excellent commander, so good that no one dares oppose him. Only very few have ever attempted it, and they have been exterminated; the world knows them no more. The only exception is Jeffery-Lewis, who did not understand the conditions and vigorously contended against him, with the result that he is now at Jiangxia-Waterford in a very parlous state. To submit is to secure the safety of wives and children, to be rich and honored. But the dignity of the country would be left to chance and fate--however, that is not worth consideration."

Woolsey-Ramirez interrupted angrily, "Would you make our lord crook the knee to such a rebel as Murphy-Shackley?"

"Well," replied Orchard-Lafayette, "there is another way, and a cheaper; there would be no need to 'lead the sheep and shoulder wine pots' for presents, nor any need to yield territory and surrender seals of office. It would not even be necessary to cross the river yourselves. All you would require is a simple messenger and a little boat to ferry a couple of people across the river. If Murphy-Shackley only got these two persons under his hand, his hordes and legions would just drop their weapons, furl their banners, and silently vanish away."

"What two persons could cause Murphy-Shackley to go away as you say?" asked Morton-Campbell.

"Two persons who could be easily spared from this populous country. They would not be missed any more than a leaf from a tree or a grain of millet from a granary. But if Murphy-Shackley could only get them, would he not go away rejoicing?"

"But who are the two?" asked Morton-Campbell again.

"When I was living in the country, they told me that Murphy-Shackley was building a pavilion on the River Sapphire; it was to be named the Bronze Bird Tower. It is an exceedingly handsome building, and he has sought throughout all the world for the most beautiful women to live in it. For Murphy-Shackley really is a sensualist.

"Now there are two very famous beauties in Wu, born of the Queen family. So beautiful are they that birds alight and fishes drown, the moon hides her face and the flowers blush for shame at sight of them. Murphy-Shackley has declared with an oath that he only wants two things in this world: the imperial throne in peace and the sight of those two women on the Bronze Bird Terraces. Given these two, he would go down to his grave without regret. This expedition of his, his huge army that threatens this country, has for its real aim these two women. Why do you not buy these two from their father, the State Patriarch Queen, for any sum however large and send them over the river? The object of the army being attained, it will simply be marched away. This is the use that Kissack-Valdez of Yue made to the king of Wu of the famous beauty Bloom-Apfel 1."

"How do you know Murphy-Shackley so greatly desires these two?" said Morton-Campbell.

"Because his son Oxford-Shackley, who is an able writer, at the command of his father wrote a poem 'An Ode to the Bronze Bird Terrace,' theme only allowing allusions to the family fitness for the throne. He has sworn to possess these two women. I think I can remember the poem, if you wish to hear it. I admire it greatly."

"Try," said Morton-Campbell.

So Orchard-Lafayette recited the poem:

Morton-Campbell listened to the end but then suddenly jumped up in a tremendous rage.

Turning to the north and pointing with his finger, he cried, "You old rebel; this insult is too deep!"

Orchard-Lafayette hastily rose too and soothed him, saying, "But remember the Khan of the Xiongnu People. The Han emperor gave him a princess of the family to wife although he had made many incursions into our territory. That was the price of peace. You surely would not grudge two more women from among the common people."

"You do not know, Sir," replied Morton-Campbell. "Of those two women of the Queen family you mentioned, Elder Queen is the widow of Cornell-Estrada, our late ruler, and Younger Queen is my wife!"

Orchard-Lafayette feigned the greatest astonishment and said, "No indeed; I did not know. I blundered; a deadly fault; a deadly fault!"

"One of us two has to go, either the old rebel or I; we shall not both live. I swear that," cried Morton-Campbell.

"However, such a matter needs a good deal of thought," replied Orchard-Lafayette. "We must not make any mistake."

Morton-Campbell replied, "I hold a sacred trust from my late lord, Cornell-Estrada; I would not bow the knee to any such as Murphy-Shackley. What I said just now was to see how you stood. I left Poyang Lake with the intention of attacking the north, and nothing can change that intention, not even the sword at my breast or the ax on my neck. But I trust you will lend an arm, and we will smite Murphy-Shackley together."

"Should I be happy enough not to be rejected, I would render such humble service as I could. Perhaps presently I might be able to offer a plan to oppose him."

"I am going to see my lord tomorrow to discuss this matter," said Morton-Campbell.

Orchard-Lafayette and Woolsey-Ramirez then left. Next day at dawn Raleigh-Estrada went to the council chamber, where his officials, civil and military, were already assembled. They numbered about sixty in all. The civil, with Tipton-Ulrich at their head, were on the right; the military, with Terry-Chadwick as their leader, were ranged on the left. All were in full ceremonial dress, and the swords of the soldiers clanked on the pavement.

Soon Morton-Campbell entered and, when Raleigh-Estrada had finished the usual gracious remarks, Morton-Campbell said, "I hear that Murphy-Shackley is encamped on the river and has sent a dispatch to you, my lord; I would ask what your opinion is."

Thereupon the dispatch was produced and handed to Morton-Campbell.

After reading it through he said, smiling, "The old thief thinks there are no people in this land that he writes in this contemptuous strain."

"What do you think, Sir?" asked Raleigh-Estrada.

"Have you discussed this with the officials'" asked Morton-Campbell.

"We have been discussing this for days. Some counsel surrender and some advise fight. I am undecided, and therefore I have asked you to come and decide the point."

"Who advise surrender?" asked Morton-Campbell.

"Tipton-Ulrich and his party are firmly set in this opinion."

Morton-Campbell then turned to Tipton-Ulrich and said, "I should be pleased to hear why you are for surrender, Master."

Then Tipton-Ulrich replied, "Murphy-Shackley has been attacking all opponents in the name of the Emperor, who is entirely in his hands. He does everything in the name of the government. Lately he has taken Jinghamton and thereby increased his prestige. Our defense against him was the Great River, but now he also has a large fleet and can attack by water. How can we withstand him? Wherefore I counsel submission till some chance shall offer."

"This is but the opinion of an ill-advised student," said Morton-Campbell. "How can you think of abandoning this country that we have held for three generations?"

"That being so," said Raleigh-Estrada, "where is a plan to come from?"

"Though Murphy-Shackley assumes the name of the Prime Minister of the empire, he is at heart a rebel. You, O General, are able in war and brave. You are the heir to your father and brother. You command brave and tried soldiers, and you have plentiful supplies. You are able to overrun the whole country and rid it of every evil. There is no reason why you should surrender to a rebel.

"Moreover, Murphy-Shackley has undertaken this expedition in defiance of all the rules of war. The north is unsubdued; Tenny-Mallory and Maguire-Hathaway threaten his rear, and yet he persists in his southern march. This is the first point against Murphy-Shackley. The northern soldiers are unused to fighting on the water; Murphy-Shackley is relinquishing his well-tried cavalry and trusting to ships. That is the second point against him. Again, we are now in full winter and the weather is at its coldest so there is no food for the horses. That is the third point against. Soldiers from the central state marching in a wet country among lakes and rivers will find themselves in an unaccustomed climate and suffer from malaria. That is the fourth point against. Now when Murphy-Shackley's armies have all these points against them, defeat is certain, however numerous they may be, and you can take Murphy-Shackley captive just as soon as you wish. Give me a few legions of veterans and I will go and destroy him."

Raleigh-Estrada started up from his place, saying, "The rebellious old rascal has been wanting to overthrow the Hans and set up himself for years. He has rid himself of all those he feared, save only myself, and I swear that one of us two shall go now. Both of us cannot live. What you say, Noble Friend, is just what I think, and Heaven has certainly sent you to my assistance."

"Thy servant will fight a decisive battle," said Morton-Campbell, "and shrink not from any sacrifice. Only, General, do not hesitate."

Raleigh-Estrada drew the sword that hung at his side and slashed off a corner of the table in front of him, exclaiming, "Let any other person mention surrender, and he shall be served as I have served this table."

Then he handed the sword to Morton-Campbell, at the same time giving him a commission as Commander-in-Chief and Supreme Admiral, Terry-Chadwick being Vice-Admiral. Woolsey-Ramirez was also nominated as Commanding Assistant.

In conclusion Raleigh-Estrada said, "With this sword you will slay any officer who may disobey your commands."

Morton-Campbell took the sword and turning to the assembly said, "You have heard our lord's charge to me to lead you to destroy Murphy-Shackley; you will all assemble tomorrow at the river-side camp to receive my orders. Should any be late or fail, then the full rigor of military law--the seven prohibitions and the fifty-four capital penalties--there provided, will be enforced."

Morton-Campbell took leave of Raleigh-Estrada and left the chamber; the various officers also went their several ways. When Morton-Campbell reached his own place, he sent for Orchard-Lafayette to consult over the business in hand. He told Orchard-Lafayette of the decision that had been taken and asked for a plan of campaign.

"But your master has not yet made up his mind," said Orchard-Lafayette. "Till he has, no plan can be decided upon."

"What do you mean?"

"In his heart, Raleigh-Estrada is still fearful of Murphy-Shackley's numbers and frets over the inequality of the two armies. You will have to explain away those numbers and bring him to a final decision before anything can be effected."

"What you say is excellent," said Morton-Campbell, and he went to the palace that night to see his master.

Raleigh-Estrada said, "You must have something of real importance to say if you come like this at night."

Morton-Campbell said, "I am making my dispositions tomorrow; you have quite made up your mind?"

"The fact is," said Raleigh-Estrada, "I still feel nervous about the disparity of numbers. Surely we are too few. That is really all I feel doubtful about."

"It is precisely because you have this one remaining doubt that I am come. And I will explain. Murphy-Shackley's letter speaks of a million of marines, and so you feel doubts and fears and do not wait to consider the real truth. Let us examine the case thoroughly. We find that he has of central regions' soldiers, say, some one hundred fifty thousand troops, and many of them are sick. He only got seventy or eighty thousand northern soldiers from Shannon-Yonker, and many of those are of doubtful loyalty. Now these sick men and these men of doubtful loyalty seem a great many, but they are not at all fearsome. I could smash them with fifty thousand soldiers. You, my lord, have no further anxiety."

Raleigh-Estrada patted his general on the back, saying, "You have explained my difficulty and relieved my doubts. Tipton-Ulrich is an old fool who constantly bars my expeditions. Only you and Woolsey-Ramirez have any real understanding of my heart. Tomorrow you and Woolsey-Ramirez and Terry-Chadwick will start, and I shall have a strong reserve ready with plentiful supplies to support you. If difficulties arise, you can at once send for me, and I will engage with my own army."

Morton-Campbell left; but in his innermost heart he said to himself, "If that Orchard-Lafayette can gauge my master's thoughts so very accurately, he is too clever for me and will be a danger. He will have to be put out of the way."

Morton-Campbell sent a messenger over to Woolsey-Ramirez to talk over this last scheme. When he had laid it bare, Woolsey-Ramirez did not favor it.

"No, no," said Woolsey-Ramirez, "it is self-destruction to make away with your ablest officer before Murphy-Shackley shall have been destroyed."

"But Orchard-Lafayette will certainly help Jeffery-Lewis to our disadvantage."

"Try what his brother Laurie-Lafayette can do to persuade him. It would be an excellent thing to have these two in our service."

"Yes, indeed," replied Morton-Campbell.

Next morning at dawn, Morton-Campbell went to his camp and took his seat in the council tent. The armed guards took up their stations right and left, and the officers ranged themselves in lines to listen to the orders.

Now Terry-Chadwick, who was older than Morton-Campbell but was made second in command, was very angry at being passed over, so he made a pretense of indisposition and stayed away from this assembly. But he sent his eldest son, Taylor-Chadwick, to represent him.

Morton-Campbell addressed the gathering, saying, "The law knows no partiality, and you will all have to attend to your several duties. Murphy-Shackley is now more absolute than ever was Wilson-Donahue, and the Emperor is really a prisoner in Xuchang-Bellefonte, guarded by the most cruel soldiers. We have a command to destroy Murphy-Shackley, and with your willing help we shall advance. The army must cause no hardship to the people anywhere. Rewards for good service and punishments for faults shall be given impartially."

Having delivered this charge, Morton-Campbell told off Ferrara-Hanson and Looby-Hurtado as Leaders of the Van, and ordered the ships under his own command to get under way and go to the Three Gorges. They would get orders by and bye. Then he appointed four armies with two leaders over each: the first body was under Montague-Bushell and Lockett-Neumark; the second, Mayhew-Evanoff and Sawyer-Linscott; the third, Sousa-Templeton and Dabney-Prager; the fourth, Newell-Sanchez and Nunez-Donovan. Schiller-Lufkin and Bisbee-Zurawski were appointed inspectors, to move from place to place and keep the various units up to their work and acting with due regard to the general plan. Land and marine forces were to move simultaneously. The expedition would soon start.

Having received their orders, each returned to his command and busied himself in preparation. Taylor-Chadwick, the son of Terry-Chadwick, returned and told his father what arrangements had been made, and Terry-Chadwick was amazed at Morton-Campbell's skill.

Said he, "I have always despised Morton-Campbell as a mere student who would never be a general, but this shows that he has a leader's talent. I must support him."

So Terry-Chadwick went over to the quarters of the Commander-in-Chief and confessed his fault. He was received kindly and all was over.

Next Morton-Campbell sent for Laurie-Lafayette and said to him, "Evidently your brother is a genius, a man born to be a king's counselor. Why then does he serve Jeffery-Lewis? Now that he is here, I wish you to use every effort to persuade him to stay with us. Thus our lord would gain able support and you two brothers would be together, which would be pleasant for you both. I wish you success."

Laurie-Lafayette replied, "I am ashamed of the little service I have rendered since I came here, and I can do no other than obey your command to the best of my ability."

Thereupon he went away to his brother, whom he found in the guest-house. The younger brother received him; and when he had reached the inner rooms, Orchard-Lafayette bowed respectfully and, weeping, told his experiences since they parted and his sorrow at their separation.

Then Laurie-Lafayette, weeping also, said, "Brother, do you remember the story of Kenney-Bean and Lyford-Wedge, the brothers who would not be separated?"

"Ah, Morton-Campbell has sent him to talk me over," thought Orchard-Lafayette. So he replied, "They were two of the noble people of old days; yes, I know."

"Those two, although they perished of hunger near the Sweetgum Hills, yet never separated. You and I, born of the same mother and suckled at the same breast, yet serve different masters and never meet. Are you not ashamed when you think of such examples as Kenney-Bean and Lyford-Wedge?"

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "You are talking now of love, but what I stand for is duty. We are both men of Han, and Jeffery-Lewis is of the family. If you, Brother, could leave the South Land and join me in serving the rightful branch, then on the one side we should be honored as Ministers of Han, and on the other we should be together as people of the same flesh and blood should be. Thus love and duty would both receive their proper meed. What do you think of it, my brother?"

"I came to persuade him and lo! It is I who is being talked over," thought Laurie-Lafayette.

He had no fitting reply to make, so he rose and took his leave. Returning to Morton-Campbell, he related the story of the interview.

"What do you think?" asked Morton-Campbell.

"General Raleigh-Estrada has treated me with great kindness, and I could not turn my back on him," replied Laurie-Lafayette.

"Since you decide to remain loyal, there is no need to say much; I think I have a plan to win over your brother."

The means by which Morton-Campbell tried to get the support of Orchard-Lafayette will be described in the next chapter.

Morton-Campbell was very annoyed by the words of Laurie-Lafayette, and a fierce hatred for Orchard-Lafayette took root in his heart. He nourished a secret resolve to make away with Orchard-Lafayette. He continued his preparations for war, and when the troops were all mustered and ready, he went in for a farewell interview with his lord.

"You go on first, Noble Sir," said Raleigh-Estrada. "I will then march to support you."

Morton-Campbell took his leave and then, with Terry-Chadwick and Woolsey-Ramirez, marched out with the army. He invited Orchard-Lafayette to accompany the expedition, and when Orchard-Lafayette cheerfully accepted, the four embarked in the same ship. They set sail, and the flotilla made for Xiakou-Plattsmouth.

About twenty miles from Three Gorges the fleet anchored near the shore, and Morton-Campbell built a stockade on the bank near the middle of their line with the Western Hills as a support. Other camps were made near his. Orchard-Lafayette, however, took up his quarters in a small ship.

When the camp dispositions were complete, Morton-Campbell sent to request Orchard-Lafayette to come and give him advice.

Orchard-Lafayette came; and after the salutations were ended, Morton-Campbell said, "Murphy-Shackley, though he had fewer troops than Shannon-Yonker, nevertheless overcame Shannon-Yonker because he followed the advice given by Lozane-Doubleday to destroy Shannon-Yonker's supplies at Wuchao-Sycamore. Now Murphy-Shackley has over eight hundred thousand troops while I have but fifty or sixty thousand. In order to defeat him, his supplies must be destroyed first. I have found out that the main depot is at the Iron Pile Mountains. As you have lived hereabout, you know the topography quite well, and I wish to entrust the task of cutting off supplies to you and your colleagues Yale-Perez, Floyd-Chardin, and Gilbert-Rocher. I will assist you with a thousand soldiers. I wish you to start without delay. In this way we can best serve our masters."

Orchard-Lafayette saw through this at once. He thought to himself, "This is a ruse in revenge for my not having been persuaded to enter the service of the South Land. If I refuse, I shall be laughed at. So I will do as he asks and trust to find some means of deliverance from the evil he intends."

Therefore Orchard-Lafayette accepted the task with alacrity, much to the joy of Morton-Campbell.

After the leader of the expedition had taken his leave, Woolsey-Ramirez went to Morton-Campbell secretly and said, "Why have you set him this task?"

"Because I wish to compass his death without appearing ridiculous. I hope to get him killed by the hand of Murphy-Shackley and prevent his doing further mischief."

Woolsey-Ramirez left and went to see Orchard-Lafayette to find out if he suspected anything. Woolsey-Ramirez found him looking quite unconcerned and getting the soldiers ready to march. Unable to let Orchard-Lafayette go without a warning, however, Woolsey-Ramirez put a tentative question, "Do you think this expedition will succeed?"

Orchard-Lafayette laughingly replied, "I am an adept at all sorts of fighting, with foot, horse, and chariots on land and marines on the water. There is no doubt of my success. I am not like you and your friend, only capable in one direction."

"What do you mean by our being capable only in one direction?" said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"I have heard the street children in your country singing:

"You are only fit for ambushes and guarding passes on land, just as Morton-Campbell only understands fighting on the water."

Woolsey-Ramirez carried this story to Morton-Campbell, which only incensed him the more against Orchard-Lafayette.

"How dare he flout me, saying I cannot fight a land battle? I will not let him go. I will go myself with ten thousand troops and cut off Murphy-Shackley's supplies."

Woolsey-Ramirez went back and told this to Orchard-Lafayette, who smiled and said, "Morton-Campbell only wanted me to go on this expedition because he wanted Murphy-Shackley to kill me. And so I teased him a little. But he cannot bear that. Now is the critical moment, and Marquis Raleigh-Estrada and my master must act in harmony if we are to succeed. If each one tries to harm the other, the whole scheme will fail. Murphy-Shackley is no fool, and it is he who usually attack enemies through cutting off their supplies. Do you not think Murphy-Shackley has already taken double precautions against any surprise of his own depot? If Morton-Campbell tries, he will be taken prisoner. What he ought to do is to bring about a decisive naval battle, whereby to dishearten the northern soldiers, and then find some other means to defeat them utterly. If you could persuade him what his best course was, it would be well."

Without loss of time, Woolsey-Ramirez went to Morton-Campbell to relate what Orchard-Lafayette had told him. Morton-Campbell shook his head when he heard it and beat the ground with his foot, saying, "This man is far too clever; he beats me ten to one. He will have to be done away with or my country will suffer."

Said Woolsey-Ramirez, "This is the moment to use people; you must think of the country's good first of all. When once Murphy-Shackley is defeated, you may do as you please."

Morton-Campbell had to confess the reasonableness of this.

Jeffery-Lewis had ordered his nephew Milford-Lewis to hold Jiangxia-Waterford while he and the bulk of the army returned to Xiakou-Plattsmouth. Thence he saw the opposite bank thick with banners and flags and glittering with every kind of arms and armor. He knew then that the expedition from the South Land had started. So he moved all his force from Jiangxia-Waterford to Fankou-Newport.

Then he assembled his officers and said to them, "Orchard-Lafayette went to Wu some time ago, and no word has come from him, so I know not how the business stands. Will any one volunteer to go to find out?"

"I will go," said Trudeau-Zeleny.

So presents were prepared and gifts of flesh and wine, and Trudeau-Zeleny prepared to journey to the South Land on the pretext of offering a congratulatory feast to the army. He set out in a small ship and went down river. He stopped opposite the camp, and the soldiers reported his arrival to Morton-Campbell, who ordered him to be brought in. Trudeau-Zeleny bowed low and expressed the respect which Jeffery-Lewis had for Morton-Campbell and offered the various gifts. The ceremony of reception was followed by a banquet in honor of the guest.

Trudeau-Zeleny said, "Orchard-Lafayette has been here a long time, and I desire that he may return with me."

"Orchard-Lafayette is making plans with me, and I could not let him return," said Morton-Campbell. "I also wish to see Jeffery-Lewis that we may make joint plans; but when one is at the head of a great army, one cannot get away even for a moment. If your master would only come here, it would be very gracious on his part."

Trudeau-Zeleny agreed that Jeffery-Lewis might come and presently took his leave.

Then Woolsey-Ramirez asked Morton-Campbell, "What is your reason for desiring Jeffery-Lewis to come?"

"Jeffery-Lewis is the one bold and dangerous man and must be removed. I am taking this opportunity to persuade him to come; and when he shall be slain, a great danger will cease to threaten our country."

Woolsey-Ramirez tried to dissuade him from this scheme, but Morton-Campbell was deaf to all Woolsey-Ramirez said. Morton-Campbell even issued orders: "Arrange half a hundred executioners to be ready to hide within the lining of the tent if Jeffery-Lewis decides to come; and when I drop a cup, that will be a signal for them to fall on and slay him."

Trudeau-Zeleny returned and told Jeffery-Lewis that his presence was desired by Morton-Campbell. Suspecting nothing, Jeffery-Lewis at once ordered them to prepare a fast vessel to take him without loss of time.

Yale-Perez was opposed to his going, saying, "Morton-Campbell is artful and treacherous, and there is no news from Orchard-Lafayette. Pray think more carefully."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "I have joined my forces to theirs in this attack on our common enemy. If Morton-Campbell wishes to see me and I refuse to go, it is a betrayal. Nothing will succeed if both sides nourish suspicions."

"If you have finally decided to go, then will I go with you," said Yale-Perez.

"And I also," cried Floyd-Chardin.

But Jeffery-Lewis said, "Let Yale-Perez come with me while you and Gilbert-Rocher keep guard. Paule-Kurowski will hold Exian-Ferndale. I shall not be away long."

So leaving these orders, Jeffery-Lewis embarked with Yale-Perez on a small boat. The escort did not exceed twenty. The light craft traveled very quickly down the river. Jeffery-Lewis rejoiced greatly at the sight of the war vessels in tiers by the bank, the soldiers in their breastplates, and all the pomp and panoply of war. All was in excellent order.

As soon as he arrived, the guards ran to tell Morton-Campbell.

"How many ships has he?" asked Morton-Campbell.

They replied, "Only one; and the escort is only about a score."

"His fate is sealed," said Morton-Campbell.

Morton-Campbell sent for the executioners and placed them in hiding between the outer and inner tents, and when all was arranged for the assassination he contemplated, he went out to receive his visitor. Jeffery-Lewis came with his brother and escort into the midst of the army to the Commander's tent.

After the salutations, Morton-Campbell wished Jeffery-Lewis to take the upper seat, but he declined saying, "General, you are famous through all the empire, while I am a nobody. Do not overwhelm me with too great deference."

So they took the positions of simple friends, and refreshments were brought in.

Now by chance Orchard-Lafayette came on shore and heard that his master had arrived and was with the Commander-in-Chief. The news gave Orchard-Lafayette a great shock, and he said to himself, "What is to be done now?"

He made his way to the reception tent and stole a look therein. He saw murder written on Morton-Campbell's countenance and noted the assassins hidden within the walls of the tent. Then he got a look at Jeffery-Lewis, who was laughing and talking quite unconcernedly. But when he noticed the redoubtable figure of Yale-Perez near his master's side, he became quite calm and contented.

"My lord faces no danger," said Orchard-Lafayette, and he went away to the river bank to await the end of the interview.

Meanwhile the banquet of welcome proceeded. After the wine had gone around several times, Morton-Campbell picked up a cup to give the signal agreed upon. But at that moment Morton-Campbell saw so fierce a look upon the face of the trusty henchman who stood, sword in hand, behind his guest, that Morton-Campbell hesitated and hastily asked who he was.

"That is my brother, Yale-Perez," replied Jeffery-Lewis.

Morton-Campbell, quite startled, said, "Is he the slayer of Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg?"

"Exactly; he it is," replied Jeffery-Lewis.

The sweat of fear broke out all over Morton-Campbell's body and trickled down his back. Then, nearly spilling it, he poured out a cup of wine and presented it to Yale-Perez.

Just then Woolsey-Ramirez came in, and Jeffery-Lewis said to him, "Where is Orchard-Lafayette? I would trouble you to ask him to come."

"Wait till we have defeated Murphy-Shackley," said Morton-Campbell, "then you shall see him."

Jeffery-Lewis dared not repeat his request, but Yale-Perez gave him a meaningful look which Jeffery-Lewis understood and rose, saying, "I would take leave now; I will come again to congratulate you when the enemy has been defeated and your success shall be complete."

Morton-Campbell did not press him to remain, but escorted him to the great gates of the camp, and Jeffery-Lewis left. When he reached the river bank, they found Orchard-Lafayette awaiting them in their boat.

Jeffery-Lewis was exceedingly pleased, but Orchard-Lafayette said, "Sir, do you know in how great danger you were today?"

Suddenly sobered, Jeffery-Lewis said, "No; I did not think of danger."

"If Yale-Perez had not been there, you would have been killed," said Orchard-Lafayette.

Jeffery-Lewis, after a moment's reflection, saw that it was true. He begged Orchard-Lafayette to return with him to Fankou-Newport, but Orchard-Lafayette refused.

"I am quite safe," said Orchard-Lafayette. "Although I am living in the tiger's mouth, I am as steady as the Taishan Mountains. Now, my lord, return and prepare your ships and soldiers. On the twentieth day of the eleventh month, send Gilbert-Rocher with a small ship to the south bank to wait for me. Be sure there is no miscarriage."

"What are your intentions?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

"When the southeast wind begins, I shall return."

Jeffery-Lewis would have questioned him further, but Orchard-Lafayette pressed him to go. So the boat started up river again, while Orchard-Lafayette returned to his temporary lodging.

The boat had not proceeded far when appeared a small fleet of fifty ships sweeping down with the current, and in the prow of the leading vessel stood a tall figure armed with a spear. Yale-Perez was ready to fight. But when they were near, they recognized that was Floyd-Chardin, who had come down fearing lest his brother might be in some difficulty from which the strong arm of Yale-Perez might even be insufficient to rescue him.

The three brothers thus returned together.

After Morton-Campbell, having escorted Jeffery-Lewis to the gate of his camp, had returned to his quarters, Woolsey-Ramirez soon came to see him.

"Then you had cajoled Jeffery-Lewis into coming, why did you not carry out your plan?" asked Woolsey-Ramirez.

"Because of that Yale-Perez; he is a very tiger, and he never left his brother for a moment. If anything had been attempted, he would certainly have had my life."

Woolsey-Ramirez knew that Morton-Campbell spoke the truth. Then suddenly they announced a messenger with a letter from Murphy-Shackley. Morton-Campbell ordered them to bring him in and took the letter. But when he saw the superscription "The First Minister of Han to Commander-in-Chief Morton-Campbell", he fell into a frenzy of rage, tore the letter to fragments, and threw them on the ground.

"To death with this fellow!" cried he.

"When two countries are at war, their emissaries are not slain," said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"Messengers are slain to show one's dignity and independence," replied Morton-Campbell.

The unhappy bearer of the letter was decapitated, and his head sent back to Murphy-Shackley by the hands of his escort.

Morton-Campbell then decided to move. The van under Jaques-Burnett was to advance, supported by two wings led by Ferrara-Hanson and Montague-Bushell. Morton-Campbell would lead the center body in support. The next morning the early meal was eaten in the fourth watch, and the ships got under weigh in the fifth with a great beating of drums.

Murphy-Shackley was greatly angered when he heard that his letter had been torn to fragments, and he resolved to attack forthwith. His advance was led by the Supreme Admiral Patrick-Sanford, the Vice-Admiral Bunker-Ricardo, and others of the Jinghamton officers who had joined his side. Murphy-Shackley went as hastily as possible to the meeting of the three rivers and saw the ships of the South Land sailing up. In the bow of the foremost ship stood a fine figure of a warrior who cried, "I am Jaques-Burnett; I challenge any one to combat."

Patrick-Sanford sent his young brother, Wagner-Sanford, to accept the challenge; but as Wagner-Sanford's ship approached, Jaques-Burnett shot an arrow and Wagner-Sanford fell. Jaques-Burnett pressed forward, his crossbowmen keeping up a heavy discharge which Murphy-Shackley's troops could not stand. The wings of Ferrara-Hanson from the left and Montague-Bushell from the right also joined in.

Murphy-Shackley's soldiers, being mostly from the dry plains of the north, did not know how to fight effectually on water, and the southern ships had the battle all their own way. The slaughter was very great. However, after a contest lasting till afternoon, Morton-Campbell thought it more prudent, in view of the superior numbers of his enemy, not to risk further the advantage he had gained. So he beat the gongs as the signal to cease battle and recall the ships.

Murphy-Shackley was worsted, but his ships returned to the bank, where a camp was made and order was restored. Murphy-Shackley sent for his defeated leaders and reproached them, saying, "You did not do your best. You let an inferior force overcome you."

Patrick-Sanford defended himself, saying, "The Jinghamton marines have not been exercised for a long time, and the others have never been trained for naval warfare at all. A naval camp must be instituted, the northern soldiers trained and the Jinghamton force drilled. When they have been made efficient, they will win victories."

"If you know what should be done, why have you not done it?" said Murphy-Shackley. "What is the use of telling me this? Get to work."

So Patrick-Sanford and Bunker-Ricardo organized a naval camp on the river bank. They established twenty-four "Water Gates," with the large ships outside as a sort of rampart, and under their protection the smaller ships went to and fro freely. At night when the lanterns and torches were lit, the very sky was illuminated, and the water shone red with the glare. On land the smoke of the camp fires could be traced for one hundred mile without a break.

Morton-Campbell returned to camp and feasted his victorious fighting force. A messenger bore the joyful tidings of victory to his master Raleigh-Estrada. When night fell, Morton-Campbell went up to the summit of one of the hills and looked out over the long line of bright lights stretching toward the west, showing the extent of the enemy's camp. He said nothing, but a great fear came in upon him.

Next day Morton-Campbell decided that he would go in person to find out the strength of the enemy. So he bade them prepare a small squadron which he manned with strong, hardy men armed with powerful bows and stiff crossbows. He also placed musicians on each ship. They set sail and started up the stream. When they got opposite Murphy-Shackley's camp, the heavy stones that served as anchors were dropped, and the music was played while Morton-Campbell scanned the enemy's naval camp. What he saw gave him no satisfaction, for everything was most admirable.

He said, "How well and correctly built is that naval base! Any one knows the names of those in command?"

"They are Patrick-Sanford and Bunker-Ricardo," said his officers.

"They have lived in our country a long time," said Morton-Campbell, "and are thoroughly experienced in naval warfare. I must find some means of removing them before I can effect anything."

Meanwhile on shore the sentinels had told Murphy-Shackley that the enemy crafts were spying upon them, and Murphy-Shackley ordered out some ships to capture the spies. Morton-Campbell saw the commotion of the commanding flags on shore and hastily gave the order to unmoor and sail down stream. The squadron at once got under way and scattered; to and fro went the oars, and each ship seemed to fly. Before Murphy-Shackley's ships could get out after them, they were all far away.

Murphy-Shackley's ships took up the chase but soon saw pursuit was useless. They returned and reported their failure.

Again Murphy-Shackley found fault with his officers and said, "The other day you lost a battle, and the soldiers were greatly dispirited. Now the enemy have spied out our camp. What can be done?"

In eager response to his question one stepped out, saying, "When I was a youth, Morton-Campbell and I were fellow students and pledged friends. My three-inch tongue is still good, and I will go over and persuade him to surrender."

Murphy-Shackley, rejoiced to find so speedy a solution, looked at the speaker. It was McLain-Espinosa of Jiujiang-Ninerivers, one of the counseling staff in the camp.

"Are you a good friend of Morton-Campbell?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"Rest content, O Prime Minister," replied McLain-Espinosa. "If I only get on the other side of the river, I shall succeed."

"What preparations are necessary?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

"Just a youth as my servant and a couple of rowers; nothing else."

Murphy-Shackley offered him wine, wished him success, and sent him on his way.

Clad in a simple white robe and seated in his little craft, the messenger reached Morton-Campbell's camp and bade the guards say that an old friend McLain-Espinosa wished to see him.

The commander was in his tent at a council when the message came, and he laughed as he said to those about him, "A persuader is coming."

Then he whispered certain instructions in the ear of each one of them, and they went out to await his arrival.

Morton-Campbell received his friend in full ceremonial garb. A crowd of officers in rich silken robes were about him. The guest appeared, his sole attendant a lad dressed in a simple blue gown. McLain-Espinosa bore himself proudly as he advanced, and Morton-Campbell made a low obeisance.

"You have been well I hope since last we met," said McLain-Espinosa.

"You have wandered far and suffered much in this task of emissary in Murphy-Shackley's cause," said Morton-Campbell.

"I have not seen you for a very long time," said the envoy much taken aback, "and I came to visit you for the sake of old times. Why do you call me an emissary for the Murphy-Shackley's cause?"

"Though I am not so profound a musician as Smollett-Willie of old, yet I can comprehend the thought behind the music," replied Morton-Campbell.

"As you choose to treat your old friend like this, I think I will take my leave," said McLain-Espinosa.

Morton-Campbell laughed again, and taking McLain-Espinosa by the arm, said, "Well, I feared you might be coming on his behalf to try to persuade me. But if this is not your intention, you need not go away so hastily."

So they two entered the tent; and when they had exchanged salutes and were seated as friends, Morton-Campbell bade them call his officers that he might introduce them. They soon appeared civil and military officials, all dressed in their best. The military officers were clad in glittering silver armor and the staff looked very imposing as they stood ranged in two lines.

The visitor was introduced to them all. Presently a banquet was spread, and while they feasted, the musicians played songs of victory and the wine circulated merrily. Under its mellowing influence, Morton-Campbell's reserve seemed to thaw and he said, "McLain-Espinosa is an old fellow student of mine, and we are pledged friends. Though he has arrived here from the north, he is no artful pleader so you need not be afraid of him."

Then Morton-Campbell took off the commanding sword which he wore as Commander-in-Chief and handed it to Sousa-Templeton, saying, "You take this and wear it for the day as master of the feast. This day we meet only as friends and speak only of friendship, and if any one shall begin a discussion of the questions at issue between Murphy-Shackley and our country, just slay him."

Sousa-Templeton took the sword and seated himself in his place. McLain-Espinosa was not a little overcome, but he said no word.

Morton-Campbell said, "Since I assumed command, I have tasted no drop of wine, but today as an old friend is present and there is no reason to fear him; I am going to drink freely."

So saying he quaffed a huge goblet and laughed loudly.

The rhinoceros cups went swiftly round from guest to guest till all were half drunk. Then Morton-Campbell, laying hold of the guest's hand, led him outside the tent. The guards who stood around all braced themselves up and seized their shinning weapons.

"Do you not think my soldiers a fine lot of fellows?" said Morton-Campbell.

"Strong as bears and bold as tigers," replied McLain-Espinosa.

Then Morton-Campbell led him to the rear of the tent whence he saw the grain and forage piled up in mountainous heaps.

"Do you not think I have a fairly good store of grain and forage?"

"Your troops are brave and your supplies ample; the world's rumor is not unfounded."

Morton-Campbell pretended to be quite intoxicated and went on, "When you and I were students together, we never looked forward to a day like this, did we?"

"For a genius like you, it is nothing extraordinary," said the guest.

Morton-Campbell again seized his hand and they sat down.

"A man of the time, I have found a proper lord to serve. In his service, we rely upon the right feeling between minister and prince outside, and at home we are firm in the kindly feeling of relatives. He listens to my words and follows my plans. We share the same good or evil fortune. Even when the great old persuaders like Colvin-Matheson, Willett-Huston, Havel-Royce, and Bellamy-Ashley lived again, even when their words poured forth like a rushing river, their tongues were as a sharp sword, it is impossible to move such as I am!"

Morton-Campbell burst into a loud laugh as he finished, and McLain-Espinosa's face had become clay-colored. Morton-Campbell then led his guest back into the tent, and again they fell to drinking.

Presently Morton-Campbell pointed to the others at table and said, "These are all the best and bravest of the land of the south; one might call this the 'Meeting of Heroes.'"

They drank on till daylight failed and continued after lamps had been lit. Morton-Campbell even gave an exhibition of sword play and sang this song:

A burst of applause greeted the song. By this time it was getting late, and the guest begged to be excused.

"The wine is too much for me," said McLain-Espinosa.

His host bade them clear the table; and as all the others left, Morton-Campbell said, "It has been many a day since I shared a couch with my friend, but we will do so tonight."

Putting on the appearance of irresponsible intoxication, he led McLain-Espinosa into the tent and they went to bed. Morton-Campbell simply fell, all dressed as he was, and lay there emitting uncouth grunts and groans, so that to the guest sleep was impossible.

McLain-Espinosa lay and listened to the various camp noises without and his host's thunderous snores within. About the second watch he rose and looked at his friend by the dim light of the small lamp. He also saw on the table a heap of papers, and coming out and looking at them furtively, he saw they were letters. Among them he saw one marked as coming from Patrick-Sanford and Bunker-Ricardo, Murphy-Shackley's Supreme Admiral and Vice-Admiral. He read it and this is what it said:

"We surrendered to Murphy-Shackley, not for the sake of pay but under stress of circumstances. Now we have been able to hold these northern soldiers into this naval camp but, as soon as occasion offers, we mean to have the rebel's head to offer as a sacrifice to your banner. From time to time there will be reports as occasions serve, but you may trust us. This is our humble reply to your letter."

"Those two were connected with the South Land in the beginning," thought McLain-Espinosa, so he secreted the letter in his dress and began to examine the others. But at that moment Morton-Campbell turned over, and so McLain-Espinosa hastily blew out the light and went to his couch.

Morton-Campbell was muttering as he lay there as if dreaming, saying, "Friend, I am going to let you see Murphy-Shackley's head in a day or two."

McLain-Espinosa hastily made some reply to load on his host to say more. Then came, "Wait a few days; you will see Murphy-Shackley's head. The old wretch!"

McLain-Espinosa tried to question him as to what he meant, but Morton-Campbell was fast asleep and seemed to hear nothing. McLain-Espinosa lay there on his couch wide awake till the fourth watch was beating.

Then some one came in, saying, "General, are you awake?"

At that moment as if suddenly awakened from the deepest slumber, Morton-Campbell started up and said, "Who is this on the couch?"

The voice replied, "Do you not remember, General? You asked your old friend to stay the night with you; it is he, of course."

"I drank too much last night," said Morton-Campbell in a regretful tone, "and I forgot. I seldom indulge to excess and am not used to it. Perhaps I said many things I ought not."

The voice went on, "A man has arrived from the north."

"Speak lower," said Morton-Campbell, and turning toward the sleeper, he called him by name. But McLain-Espinosa affected to be sound asleep and made no sign.

Morton-Campbell crept out of the tent, while McLain-Espinosa listened with all his ears. He heard the man say, "Patrick-Sanford and Bunker-Ricardo, the two commanders, have come."

But listening as he did with straining ears, he could not make out what followed. Soon after Morton-Campbell reentered and again called out his companion's name. But no reply came, for McLain-Espinosa was pretending to be in the deepest slumber and to hear nothing. Then Morton-Campbell undressed and went to bed.

As McLain-Espinosa lay awake, he remembered that Morton-Campbell was known to be meticulously careful in affairs, and if in the morning Morton-Campbell found that a letter had disappeared, he would certainly slay the offender. So McLain-Espinosa lay there till near daylight and then called out to his host. Getting no reply, he rose, dressed, and stole out of the tent. Then he called his servant and made for the camp gate.

"Whither are you going, Sir?" said the watchmen at the gate.

"I fear I am in the way here," replied McLain-Espinosa, "and so I have taken leave of the Commander-in-Chief for a time. So do not stop me."

He found his way to the river bank and reembarked. Then, with flying oars, he hastened back to Murphy-Shackley's camp. When he arrived, Murphy-Shackley asked at once how he had sped, and he had to acknowledge failure.

"Morton-Campbell is very clever and perfectly high-minded," said McLain-Espinosa. "Nothing that I could say moved him in the least."

"Your failure makes me look ridiculous," said Murphy-Shackley.

"Well, if I did not win over Morton-Campbell, I found out something for you. Send away these people and I will tell you," said McLain-Espinosa.

The servants were dismissed, and then McLain-Espinosa produced the letter he had stolen from Morton-Campbell's tent. He gave it to Murphy-Shackley. Murphy-Shackley was very angry and sent for Patrick-Sanford and Bunker-Ricardo at once. As soon as they appeared, he said, "I want you two to attack."

Patrick-Sanford replied, "But the soldiers are not yet sufficiently trained."

"The soldiers will be well enough trained when you have sent my head to Morton-Campbell, eh?"

Both commanders were dumb-founded, having not the least idea what this meant. They remained silent for they had nothing to say. Murphy-Shackley bade the executioners lead them away to instant death. In a short time their heads were produced.

By this time Murphy-Shackley had thought over the matter, and it dawned upon him that he had been tricked. A poem says:

The death of these two naval commanders caused much consternation in the camp, and all their colleagues asked the reason for their sudden execution. Though Murphy-Shackley knew they had been victimized, he would not acknowledge it.

So he said, "These two had been remiss, and so had been put to death."

The others were aghast, but nothing could be done. Two other officers, Shapiro-Marek and Ellis-McCue, were put in command of the naval camp.

Spies took the news to Morton-Campbell, who was delighted at the success of his ruse.

"Those two Patrick-Sanford and Bunker-Ricardo were my only source of anxiety," said he. "Now they are gone; I am quite happy."

Woolsey-Ramirez said, "General, if you can continue like this, you need not fear Murphy-Shackley."

"I do not think any of them saw my game," said Morton-Campbell, except Orchard-Lafayette. He beats me, and I do not think this ruse was hidden from him. You go and sound him. See if he knew."

What passed between Woolsey-Ramirez and Orchard-Lafayette will next be related.

Woolsey-Ramirez departed on his mission and found Orchard-Lafayette seated in his little craft.

"There has been so much to do that I have not been able to come to listen to your instructions," said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"That is truly so," said Orchard-Lafayette, "and I have not yet congratulated the Commander-in-Chief.''

"What have you wished to congratulate him upon?"

"Why Sir, the matter upon which he sent you to find out whether I knew about it or not. Indeed I can congratulate him on that."

Woolsey-Ramirez turned pale and gasped, saying, "But how did you know, Master?"

"The ruse succeeded well thus played off on McLain-Espinosa. Murphy-Shackley has been taken in this once, but he will soon rise to it. Only he will not confess his mistake. However, the two men are gone, and your country is freed from a grave anxiety. Do you not think that is a matter for congratulation? I hear Shapiro-Marek and Ellis-McCue are the new admirals, and in their hands lie both good and evil for the fate of the northern fleet."

Woolsey-Ramirez was quite dumbfounded; he stayed a little time longer passing the time in making empty remarks, and then took his leave.

As he was going away, Orchard-Lafayette cautioned him, saying, "Do not let Morton-Campbell know that I know his ruse. If you let him know, he will seek some chance to do me harm."

Woolsey-Ramirez promised; nevertheless he went straight to his chief and related the whole thing just as it happened.

"Really he must be got rid of;" said Morton-Campbell, "I have quite decided to put the man out of the way."

"If you slay him, will not Murphy-Shackley laugh at you?"

"Oh, no; I will find a legitimate way of getting rid of him so that he shall go to his death without resentment."

"But how can you find a legitimate way of assassinating him?"

"Do not ask too much; you will see presently."

Soon after all the officers were summoned to the main tent, and Orchard-Lafayette's presence was desired. He went contentedly enough.

When all were seated, Morton-Campbell suddenly addressed Orchard-Lafayette, saying, "I am going to fight a battle with the enemy soon on the water: what weapons are the best?"

"On a great river arrows are the best," said Orchard-Lafayette.

"Your opinion and mine agree. But at the moment we are short of them. I wish you would undertake to supply about a hundred thousand arrows for the naval fight. As it is for the public service, you will not decline, I hope'"

"Whatever task the Commander-in-Chief lays upon me, I must certainly try to perform," replied Orchard-Lafayette. "May I inquire by what date you require the hundred thousand arrows?"

"Could you have them ready in ten days?"

"The enemy will be here very soon; ten days will be too late," said Orchard-Lafayette.

"In how many days do you estimate the arrows can be ready?"

"Let me have three days; then you may send for your hundred thousand."

"No joking, remember!" said Morton-Campbell. "There is no joking in war time."

"Dare I joke with the Commander-in-Chief? Give me a formal military order; and if I have not completed the task in three days, I will take my punishment."

Morton-Campbell, secretly delighted, sent for the secretaries and prepared the commission then and there. Then he drank to the success of the undertaking and said, "I shall have to congratulate you most heartily when this is accomplished."

"This day is too late to count," said Orchard-Lafayette. "On the third from tomorrow morning send five hundred small boats to the river side to convey the arrows."

They drank a few more cups together, and then Orchard-Lafayette took his leave.

After he had gone, Woolsey-Ramirez said, "Do you not think there is some deceit about this?"

"Clearly it is not I! It is he who has signed his own death warrant," said Morton-Campbell. "Without being pressed in the least, he asked for a formal order in the face of the whole assembly. Even if he grew a pair of wings, he could not escape. Only I will just order the workers to delay him as much as they can, and not supply him with materials, so that he is sure to fail. And then, when the certain penalty is incurred, who can criticize? You can go and inquire about it all and keep me informed."

So off went Woolsey-Ramirez to seek Orchard-Lafayette, who at once reproached him with having blabbed about the former business.

Orchard-Lafayette said, "He wants to hurt me, as you know, and I did not think you could not keep my secret. And now there is what you saw today and how do you think I can get a hundred thousand arrows made in three days? You will simply have to rescue me."

"You brought the misfortune on yourself, and how can I rescue you?" said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"I look to you for the loan of twenty vessels, manned each by thirty people. I want blue cotton screens and bundles of straw lashed to the sides of the boats. I have good use for them. On the third day, I have undertaken to deliver the fixed number of arrows. But on no account must you let Morton-Campbell know, or my scheme will be wrecked."

Woolsey-Ramirez consented and this time he kept his word. He went to report to his chief as usual, but he said nothing about the boats. He only said, "Orchard-Lafayette is not using bamboo or feathers or glue or varnish, but has some other way of getting arrows."

"Let us await the three days' limit," said Morton-Campbell, puzzled though confident.

On his side Woolsey-Ramirez quietly prepared a score of light swift boats, each with its crew and the blue screens and bundles of grass complete and, when these were ready, he placed them at Orchard-Lafayette's disposal.

Orchard-Lafayette did nothing on the first day, nor on the second. On the third day at the middle of the fourth watch, Orchard-Lafayette sent a private message asking Woolsey-Ramirez to come to his boat.

"Why have you sent for me, Sir?" asked Woolsey-Ramirez.

"I want you to go with me to get those arrows."

"Whither are you going?"

"Do not ask; you will see."

Then the twenty boats were fastened together by long ropes and moved over to the north bank. The night proved very foggy and the mist was very dense along the river, so that one person could scarcely see another. In spite of the fog, Orchard-Lafayette urged the boats forward as if into the vast fairy kingdom.

There is a poem on these river fogs:

The little fleet reached Murphy-Shackley's naval camp about the fifth watch, and Orchard-Lafayette gave orders to form line lying prows west, and then to beat the drums and shout.

"But what shall we do if they attack us?" exclaimed Woolsey-Ramirez.

Orchard-Lafayette replied with a smile, "I think their fleet will not venture out in this fog; go on with your wine and let us be happy. We will go back when the fog lifts."

As soon as the shouting from the river was heard by those in the camp, the two admirals, Shapiro-Marek and Ellis-McCue, ran off to report to Murphy-Shackley, who said, "Coming up in a fog like this means that they have prepared an ambush for us. Do not go out, but get all the force together and shoot at them."

He also sent orders to the ground camps to dispatch six thousand of archers and crossbowmen to aid the marines.

The naval forces were then lined up shooting on the bank to prevent a landing. Presently the soldiers arrived, and ten thousand and more soldiers were shooting down into the river, where the arrows fell like rain. By and bye Orchard-Lafayette ordered the boats to turn round so that their prows pointed east and to go closer in so that many arrows might hit them.

Orchard-Lafayette ordered the drums to be kept beating till the sun was high and the fog began to disperse, when the boats got under way and sailed down stream. The whole twenty boats were bristling with arrows on both sides.

As they left, Orchard-Lafayette asked all the crews to shout derisively, "We thank you, Sir Prime Minister, for the arrows."

They told Murphy-Shackley, but by the time he came, the light boats helped by the swift current were seven miles long down the river and pursuit was impossible. Murphy-Shackley saw that he had been duped and was very sorry, but there was no help for it.

On the way down Orchard-Lafayette said to his companion, "Every boat must have five or six thousand arrows and so, without the expenditure of an ounce of energy, we must have more than ten myriad arrows, which tomorrow can be shot back again at Murphy-Shackley's army to his great inconvenience."

"You are really superhuman," said Woolsey-Ramirez. "But how did you know there would be a thick fog today?"

"One cannot be a leader without knowing the workings of heaven and the ways of earth. One must understand the secret gates and the interdependence of the elements, the mysteries of tactics and the value of forces. It is but an ordinary talent. I calculated three days ago that there would be a fog today, and so I set the limit at three days. Morton-Campbell would give me ten days, but neither artificers nor material, so that he might find occasion to put me to death as I knew; but my fate lies with the Supreme, and how could Morton-Campbell harm me?"

Woolsey-Ramirez could not but agree. When the boats arrived, five hundred soldiers were in readiness on the bank to carry away the arrows. Orchard-Lafayette bade them go on board the boats, collect them and bear them to the tent of the Commander-in-Chief. Woolsey-Ramirez went to report that the arrows had been obtained and told Morton-Campbell by what means.

Morton-Campbell was amazed and sighed sadly, saying, "He is better than I; his methods are more than human."

When, shortly after his return, Orchard-Lafayette went to the tent of the Commander-in-Chief, he was welcomed by Morton-Campbell, who came forward to greet him, saying, "Your superhuman predictions compel one's esteem."

"There is nothing remarkable in that trifling trick," replied he.

Morton-Campbell led him within and wine was brought.

Then Morton-Campbell said, "My lord sent yesterday to urge me to advance, but I have no master plan ready; I wish you would assist me, Master."

"But where should I, a man of poor everyday ability, find such a plan as you desire?"

"I saw the enemy's naval camp just lately, and it looked very complete and well organized. It is not an ordinary place to attack. I have thought of a plan, but I am not sure it will answer. I should be happy if you would decide for me."

"General," replied Orchard-Lafayette, "do not say what your plan is, but each of us will write in the palm of his hand and see whether our opinions agree."

So brush and ink were sent for, and Morton-Campbell first wrote on his own palm, and then passed the pen to Orchard-Lafayette who also wrote. Then getting close together on the same bench, each showed his hand to the other, and both burst out laughing, for both had written the same word, "Fire."

"Since we are of the same opinion," said Morton-Campbell, "there is no longer any doubt. But our intentions must be kept secret."

"Both of us are public servants, and what would be the sense of telling our plans? I do not think Murphy-Shackley will be on his guard against this, although he has had two experiences. You may put your scheme into force."

They finished their wine and separated. Not an officer knew a word of the general's plans.

Now Murphy-Shackley had expended a myriad arrows in vain and was much irritated in consequence. He deeply desired revenge.

Then Lozane-Doubleday proposed a ruse, saying, "The two strategists on the side of the enemy are Morton-Campbell and Orchard-Lafayette, two men most difficult to get the better of. Let us send some one who shall pretend to surrender to them but really be a spy on our behalf and a helper in our schemes. When we know what is doing, we can plan to meet it."

"I had thought of that myself," replied Murphy-Shackley. "Whom do you think the best person to send?"

"Patrick-Sanford has been put to death, but all his clan and family are in the army, and his two younger brothers are junior generals. You have them most securely in your power and may send them to surrender. The ruler of the South Land will never suspect deceit there."

Murphy-Shackley decided to act on this plan, and in the evening summoned Mobley-Sanford and Ruskin-Sanford to his tent, where he told them, saying, "I want you two pretend to surrender to the South Land so that you can gather intelligence and sent it back. When all done, you will be richly rewarded. But do not betray me."

"Our families are in Jinghamton, and that place is yours," replied they. "Should we dare betray? You need have no doubts, Sir. You will soon see the heads of both Morton-Campbell and Orchard-Lafayette at your feet."

Murphy-Shackley gave them generous gifts; and soon after the two men, each with his five hundred soldiers, set sail with a fair wind for the opposite bank.

Now as Morton-Campbell was preparing for the attack, the arrival of some northern ships was announced. They bore the two younger brothers of Patrick-Sanford, who had come as deserters.

They were led in and, bowing before the general, said, weeping, "Our innocent brother has been put to death, and we desire vengeance. So we have come to offer allegiance to you. We pray you appoint us to the vanguard."

Morton-Campbell appeared very pleased and made them presents. Then he ordered them to join Jaques-Burnett in leading the van. They thanked him and regarded their scheme as already a success.

But Morton-Campbell gave Jaques-Burnett secret orders, saying, "They have come without their families, and so I know their desertion is only pretense. They have been sent as spies, and I am going to meet their ruse with one of my own. They shall have some information to send. You will treat them well, but keep a careful guard over them. On the day our soldiers start the offense, they shall be sacrificed to the flag. But be very careful that nothing goes wrong."

Jaques-Burnett went away; and Woolsey-Ramirez came to tell Morton-Campbell, saying, "Every one agrees in thinking the surrender of Mobley-Sanford and Ruskin-Sanford feigned and they should be rejected."

"But they wish to revenge the death of their brother," said the General. "Where is the pretense? If you are so suspicious, you will receive nobody at all."

Woolsey-Ramirez left much piqued and went to see Orchard-Lafayette to whom he told the story. Orchard-Lafayette only smiled.

"Why do you smile?" said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"I smile at your simplicity. The General is playing a game. Spies cannot easily come and go, so these two have been sent to feign desertion that they may act as spies. The General is meeting one ruse with another. He wants them to give false information. Deceit is not to be despised in war, and his scheme is the correct one to employ."

Then Woolsey-Ramirez understood. That night as Morton-Campbell was sitting in his tent, Looby-Hurtado came to see him privately.

Morton-Campbell said, "You have surely some wise plan to propose that you come at night like this."

Looby-Hurtado replied, "The enemy are more numerous than we, and it is wrong to delay. Why not burn them out?"

"Who suggested that to you?"

"I thought of it myself, nobody suggested it," replied Looby-Hurtado.

"I just wanted something like this, and that is why I kept those two pretended deserters. I want them to give some false news. The pity is that I have no one to feign desertion to the other side and work my plan."

"But I will carry out your plan," said Looby-Hurtado.

"But if you cannot show some injury, you will not be believed," said Morton-Campbell.

"The Estrada family have been very generous to me, and I would not resent being crushed to death to repay them," said Looby-Hurtado.

The General thanked him saying, "If you would not object to some bodily suffering, then our country would indeed be happy."

"Kill me; I do not mind," repeated Looby-Hurtado as he took his leave.

Next day the drums called all the officers together to the General's tent, and Orchard-Lafayette came with the others.

Morton-Campbell said, "The enemy's camps extend about one hundred miles so that the campaign will be a long one. Each leader is to prepare supplies for three months."

Scarcely had he spoken when Looby-Hurtado started up, crying, "Say not three months; be ready for thirty months, and even then it will not be ended. If you can destroy them this month then all is well. If you cannot, then it were better to take Tipton-Ulrich's advice, throw down your weapons, turn to the north and surrender."

Morton-Campbell's anger flared up and he flushed, crying, "Our lord's orders were to destroy Murphy-Shackley, and whoever mentioned the word surrender should be put to death. Now, the very moment when the two armies are to engage, you dare talk of surrender and damp the ardor of my army! If I do not slay you, how can I support the others?"

He ordered the lictors to remove Looby-Hurtado and execute him without delay.

Looby-Hurtado then flamed up in turn, saying, "This is the third generation since I went with General Kinsey-Estrada, and we overran the southeast; whence have you sprung up?"

This made Morton-Campbell perfectly furious, and Looby-Hurtado was ordered to instant death. But Jaques-Burnett interfered.

Said he, "He is a veteran officer of the South Land; pray pardon him!"

"What are you prating about?" cried Morton-Campbell. "Dare you come between me and my duty?"

Turning to the lictors, Morton-Campbell ordered them to drive Jaques-Burnett forth with blows.

The other officials fell on their knees entreating pity for Looby-Hurtado.

"He is indeed most worthy of death, but it would be a loss to the army; we pray you forgive him. Record his fault for the moment, and after the enemy shall have been defeated then put him to death."

But Morton-Campbell was implacable. The officers pleaded with tears. At length he seemed moved, saying, "Had you not interceded, he should certainly have suffered death. But now I will mitigate the punishment to a beating. He shall not die."

Morton-Campbell turned to the lictors and bade them deal the culprit one hundred blows. Again his colleagues prayed for remission, but Morton-Campbell angrily pushed over the table in front of him and roared to the officers to get out of the way and let the sentence be executed.

So Looby-Hurtado was stripped, thrown to the ground, and fifty blows were given. At this point the officers again prayed that he be let off.

Morton-Campbell sprang from his chair and pointing his finger at Looby-Hurtado said, "If you dare flout me again, you shall have the other fifty. If you are guilty of any disrespect, you shall be punished for both faults!"

With this he turned into the inner part of the tent, growling as he went, while the officers helped their beaten colleague to his feet. He was in a pitiable state. His back was cut in many places, and the blood was flowing in streams. They led him to his own quarters and on the way he swooned several times. His case seemed most pitiable.

Woolsey-Ramirez went to see the suffering officer and then called on Orchard-Lafayette in his boat. Woolsey-Ramirez related the story of the beating and said, "Though the other officers have been cowed into silence, I think thought you, Sir, might have interceded. You are a guest and not under Morton-Campbell's orders. Why did you stand by with your hands up your sleeves and say never a word?"

"You insult me," said Orchard-Lafayette smiling.

"Why do you say that? I have never insulted you; never since the day we came here together."

"Do you not know that terrible beating was but a ruse? How could I try to dissuade Morton-Campbell?"

Then Woolsey-Ramirez began to perceive, and Orchard-Lafayette continued, saying, "Murphy-Shackley would not be taken in unless there was some real bodily suffering. Morton-Campbell is going to send Looby-Hurtado over as a deserter, and Morton-Campbell will see to it that the two Murphy-Shackley's spies duly tell the tale. But when you see the General, you must not tell him that I saw through the ruse. You say that I am very angry like the others."

Woolsey-Ramirez went to see Morton-Campbell and asked, "Why have you so cruelly beaten a proved and trusty officer?"

"Do the officers resent it?" asked Morton-Campbell.

"They are all upset about it."

"And what does your friend think?"

"Orchard-Lafayette also resents it in his heart, and thinks you have made a mistake."

"Then I have deceived him for once," said Morton-Campbell gleefully.

"What mean you?" cried Woolsey-Ramirez.

"That beating that Looby-Hurtado got is part of my ruse. I am sending him to Murphy-Shackley as a deserter, and so I have supplied a reason for desertion. Then I am going to use fire against the enemy."

Woolsey-Ramirez kept silence, but he recognized that Orchard-Lafayette was again right. Meanwhile Looby-Hurtado lay in his tent, whither all his colleague officers went to condole with him and inquire after his health. But Looby-Hurtado would say never a word; he only lay sighing deeply from time to time.

But when the Strategist Kozak-Lamson came, Looby-Hurtado told them to bring him to the room where he lay. Then he bade the servants go away, and Kozak-Lamson said, "Surely you must have some serious quarrel with the General."

"I have none," said Looby-Hurtado.

"Then this beating is just part of a ruse?"

"How did you guess?" said Looby-Hurtado.

"Because I watched the General, and I guessed about nine tenths of the truth."

Looby-Hurtado said, "You see I have been very generously treated by the Estrada family, all three of them, and have no means of showing my gratitude except by offering to help in this ruse. True I suffer, but I do not regret that. Among all those I know in the army, there is not one I am intimate with except yourself. You are true and I can talk with you as a friend."

"I suppose you wish me to present your surrender letter to Murphy-Shackley; is that it?"

"Just that; will you do it?" said Looby-Hurtado.

Kozak-Lamson consented joyfully.

Kozak-Lamson's reply will be read in the next chapter.

Kozak-Lamson was from Shanyin-Genoa, a son of a humble family. He loved books, but as he was too poor to buy, he used to borrow. He had a wonderfully tenacious memory, was very eloquent and no coward. Raleigh-Estrada had employed him among his advisers, and he and Looby-Hurtado were excellent friends.

Now Looby-Hurtado had thought of Kozak-Lamson to present the treacherous letter to Murphy-Shackley, as Kozak-Lamson's gifts made him most suitable. Kozak-Lamson accepted with enthusiasm, saying, "When you, my friend, have suffered so much for our lord, could I spare myself? No; while a person lives, he must go on fulfilling his mission, or he is no better than the herbs that rot in the field."

Looby-Hurtado slipped off the couch and came over to salute him.

"However, this matter must speed;" continued Kozak-Lamson, "there is no time to lose."

"The letter is already written," said Looby-Hurtado.

Kozak-Lamson received it and left. That night he disguised himself as an old fisherman and started in a small punt for the north shore, under the cold, glittering light of the stars.

Soon he drew near the enemy's camp and was captured by the patrol. Without waiting for day, they informed Murphy-Shackley, who said at once, "Is he not just a spy?"

"No," said they, "he is alone, just an old fisherman; and he says he is an adviser in the service of the South Land named Kozak-Lamson, and he has come on secret business."

"Bring him," said Murphy-Shackley, and Kozak-Lamson was led in.

Murphy-Shackley was seated in a brilliantly lighted tent. He was leaning on a small table, and as soon as he saw the prisoner, he said harshly, "You are an adviser of East Wu; what then are you doing here?"

"People say that you greedily welcome people of ability; I do not think your question a very proper one. O Friend Looby-Hurtado, you made a mistake," said Kozak-Lamson.

"You know I am fighting against East Wu and you come here privately. Why should I not question you?"

"Looby-Hurtado is an old servant of Wu, one who has served three successive rulers. Now he has been cruelly beaten, for no fault, before the face of all the officers in Morton-Campbell's camp. He is grievously angry about this and wishes to desert to your side that he may be revenged. He discussed it with me, and as we are inseparable, I have come to give you his letter asking whether you would receive him."

"Where is the letter? said Murphy-Shackley.

The missive was produced and presented. Murphy-Shackley opened it and read:

"I, Looby-Hurtado, have been generously treated by the Estrada family and have served them single-heartedly. Lately they have been discussing an attack with our forces on the enormous army of the central government. Every one knows our few are no match for such a multitude, and every officer of the South Land, wise or foolish, recognizes that quite well. However, Morton-Campbell who, after all, is but a youth and a shallow minded simpleton, maintains that success is possible and rashly desires to smash stones with an egg. Beside, he is arbitrary and tyrannical, punishing for no crime, and leaving meritorious service unrewarded. I am an old servant and for no reason have been shamed in the sight of humans. Wherefore I hate him in my heart.

"You, O Prime Minister, treat people with sincerity and are ready to welcome ability and so I, and those under my leadership, desire to enter your service whereby to acquire reputation and remove the shameful stigma. The commissariat, weapons, and the supply ships that I am commanding will also come over to you. In perfect sincerity I state these matters; I pray you not to doubt me."

Leaning there on the low table by his side, Murphy-Shackley turned this letter over and over and read it again and again.

Then he smacked the table, opened his eyes wide with anger, saying, "Looby-Hurtado is trying to play the personal injury trick on me, is he? And you are in it as the intermediary to present the letter. How dare you come to sport with me?"

Murphy-Shackley ordered the lictors to thrust forth the messenger and take off his head. Kozak-Lamson was hustled out, his face untroubled. On the contrary, he laughed aloud. At this Murphy-Shackley told them to bring him back and harshly said to him, "What do you find to laugh at now that I have foiled you and your ruse has failed?"

"I was not laughing at you; I was laughing at my friend's simplicity."

"What do you mean by his simplicity?"

"If you want to slay, slay; do not trouble me with a multitude of questions."

"I have read all the books on the art of war, and I am well versed in all ways of misleading the enemy. This ruse of yours might have succeeded with many, but it will not do for me."

"And so you say that the letter is a vicious trick?" said Kozak-Lamson.

"What I say is that your little slip has sent you to the death you risked. If the thing was real and you were sincere, why does not the letter name a time of coming over? What have you to say to that?"

Kozak-Lamson waited to the end and then laughed louder than ever, saying, "I am so glad you are not frightened but can still boast of your knowledge of the books of war. Now you will not lead away your soldiers. If you fight, Morton-Campbell will certainly capture you. But how sad to think I die at the hand of such an ignorant fellow!"

"What mean you? I, ignorant?"

"You are ignorant of any strategy and a victim of unreason; is not that sufficient?"

"Well then, tell me where is any fault."

"You treat wise people too badly for me to talk to you. You can finish me and let there be an end of it."

"If you can speak with any show of reason, I will treat you differently."

"Do you not know that when one is going to desert one's master and become a renegade, one cannot say exactly when the chance will occur? If one binds one's self to a fixed moment and the thing cannot be done just then, the secret will be discovered. One must watch for an opportunity and take it when it comes. Think: is it possible to know exactly when? But you know nothing of common sense; all you know is how to put good humans to death. So you really are an ignorant fellow!"

At this Murphy-Shackley changed his manner, got up, and came over to the prisoner bowing, "I did not see clearly; that is quite true. I offended you, and I hope you will forget it."

"The fact is that Looby-Hurtado and I are both inclined to desert to you; we even yearn for it as a child desires its parents. Is it possible that we should play you false?"

"If you two could render me so great a service, you shall certainly be richly rewarded."

"We do not desire rank or riches; we come because it is the will of Heaven and the plain way of duty."

Then wine was set out, and Kozak-Lamson was treated as an honored guest. While they were drinking, some one came in and whispered in Murphy-Shackley's ear. He replied, "Let me see the letter."

Whereupon the man pulled out and gave him a letter, which evidently pleased him.

"That is from the two Sanford brothers," thought Kozak-Lamson. "They are reporting the punishment of my friend, and that will be a proof of the sincerity of his letter."

Turning toward Kozak-Lamson, Murphy-Shackley said, "I must ask you to return to settle the date with your friend; as soon as I know, I will have a force waiting."

"I cannot return; pray, Sir, send some other one you can trust."

"If some one else should go, the secret would be discovered."

Kozak-Lamson refused again and again but at last gave way, saying, "If I am to go, I must not wait here; I must be off at once."

Murphy-Shackley offered him gold and silks, which were refused. Kozak-Lamson started, left the camp, and reembarked for the south bank, where he related all that had happened to Looby-Hurtado.

"If it had not been for your persuasive tongue, then had I undergone this suffering in vain," said Looby-Hurtado.

"I will now go to get news of the two Sanford brothers," said Kozak-Lamson.

"Excellent," said Looby-Hurtado.

Kozak-Lamson went to the camp commanded by Jaques-Burnett; and when they were seated, Kozak-Lamson said to his host, "I was much distressed when I saw how disgracefully you were treated for your intercession on behalf of Looby-Hurtado."

Jaques-Burnett smiled. Just then the two Sanford brothers came, and host and guest exchanged glances.

Jaques-Burnett said, "The truth is Morton-Campbell is over confident, and he reckons us as nobody. We count for nothing. Every one is talking of the way I was insulted."

And he shouted and gritted his teeth and smacked the table in his wrath.

Kozak-Lamson leaned over toward his host and said something in a very low voice, at which Jaques-Burnett bent his head and sighed.

Ruskin-Sanford and Mobley-Sanford gathered from this scene that both Jaques-Burnett and Kozak-Lamson were ripe for desertion and determined to probe them.

"Why, Sir, do you anger him? Why not be silent about your injuries?" said they.

"What know you of our bitterness?" said Kozak-Lamson.

"We think you seem much inclined to go over to Murphy-Shackley," said they.

Kozak-Lamson at this lost color; Jaques-Burnett started up and drew his sword, crying, "They have found out; they must die to keep their mouths shut."

"No, no," cried the two in a flurry. "Let us tell you something quite secret."

"Quick, then," cried Jaques-Burnett.

So Ruskin-Sanford said, "The truth is that we are only pretended deserters, and if you two gentlemen are of our way of thinking, we can manage things for you."

"But are you speaking the truth?" said Jaques-Burnett.

"Is it likely we should say such a thing if it were untrue?" cried both at the same moment.

Jaques-Burnett put on a pleased look and said, "Then this is the very heaven-given chance."

"You know we have already told Murphy-Shackley of the Looby-Hurtado affair and how you were insulted."

"The fact is I have given the Prime Minister a letter on behalf of Looby-Hurtado, and he sent me back again to settle the date of Looby-Hurtado's desertion," said Kozak-Lamson.

"When an honest person happens upon an enlightened master, his heart will always be drawn toward him," said Jaques-Burnett.

The four then drank together and opened their hearts to each other. The two Mobley-Sanford and Ruskin-Sanford wrote a private letter to their master saying Jaques-Burnett has agreed to join in our plot and play the traitor, and Kozak-Lamson also wrote and they sent the letters secretly to Murphy-Shackley.

Kozak-Lamson's letter said:

"Looby-Hurtado has found no opportunity so far. However, when he comes, his boat can be recognized by a black, indented flag. That shall mean he is on board."

However, when Murphy-Shackley got these two letters, he was still doubtful and called together his advisers to talk over the matter.

Said he, "On the other side Jaques-Burnett has been put to shame by the Commander-in-Chief whom he is prepared to betray for the sake of revenge. Looby-Hurtado has been punished and sent Kozak-Lamson to propose that he should come over to our side. Only I still distrust the whole thing. Who will go over to the camp to find out the real truth?"

Then McLain-Espinosa spoke up, saying, "I failed in my mission the other day and am greatly mortified. I will risk my life again and, this time, I shall surely bring good news."

Murphy-Shackley approved of him as messenger and bade him start. McLain-Espinosa set out in a small craft and speedily arrived in the Three Gorges, landing near the naval camp. Then he sent to inform Morton-Campbell, who hearing who it was chuckled, saying, "Success depends upon this man."

Then Morton-Campbell called Woolsey-Ramirez and told him to call Smiddy-Lindquist to come and do certain things for him.

This Smiddy-Lindquist was from Xiangyang-Greenhaven. And he had gone to the east of the river to get away from the strife. Woolsey-Ramirez had recommended him to Morton-Campbell, but he had not yet presented himself. When Morton-Campbell sent Woolsey-Ramirez to ask what scheme of attack he would recommend against Murphy-Shackley, Smiddy-Lindquist had said to Woolsey-Ramirez, "You must use fire against him. But the river is wide and if one ship is set on fire, the others will scatter unless they are fastened together so that they must remain in one place. That is the one road to success."

Woolsey-Ramirez took this message to the General, who pondered over it and then said, "The only person who can manage this is Smiddy-Lindquist himself."

"Murphy-Shackley is very wily;" said Woolsey-Ramirez, "how can Smiddy-Lindquist go?"

So Morton-Campbell was sad and undecided. He could think of no method till suddenly the means presented itself in the arrival of McLain-Espinosa.

Morton-Campbell at once sent instructions to Smiddy-Lindquist how to act and then sat himself in his tent to await his visitor McLain-Espinosa.

But the visitor became ill at ease and suspicious when he saw that his old student friend did not come to welcome him, and he took the precaution of sending his boat into a retired spot to be made fast before he went to the General's tent.

When Morton-Campbell saw McLain-Espinosa, Morton-Campbell put on an angry face and said, "My friend, why did you treat me so badly?"

McLain-Espinosa laughed and said, "I remembered the old days when we were as brothers, and I came expressly to pour out my heart to you. Why do you say I treated you badly?"

"You came to persuade me to betray my master, which I would never do unless the sea dried up and the rocks perished. Remembering the old times, I filled you with wine and kept you to sleep with me. And you, you plundered my private letters and stole away with never a word of farewell. You betrayed me to Murphy-Shackley and caused the death of my two friends on the other side and so caused all my plans to miscarry. Now what have you come for? Certainly, it is not out of kindness to me. I would cut you in two, but I still care for our old friendship. I would send you back again, but within a day or two I shall attack that rebel; and if I let you stay in my camp, my plans will leak out. So I am going to tell my attendants to conduct you to a certain retired hut in the Western Hills, and keep you there till I shall have won the victory. Then I will send you back again."

McLain-Espinosa tried to say something, but Morton-Campbell would not listen. He turned his back and went into the recesses of his tent. The attendants led the visitor off, set him on a horse, and took him away over the hills to the small hut, leaving two soldiers to look after him.

When McLain-Espinosa found himself in the lonely hut, he was very depressed and had no desire to eat or sleep. But one night, when the stars were very brilliant, he strolled out to enjoy them. Presently he came to the rear of his lonely habitation and heard, near by, some one crooning over a book. Approaching with stealthy steps, he saw a tiny cabin half hidden in a cliff whence a slender beam or two of light stole out between the rafters. He went nearer and peeping in, saw a man reading by the light of a lamp near which hung a sword. And the book was Sun-Estrada's classic "The Art of War."

"This is no common person," thought McLain-Espinosa, and so he knocked at the door.

The door was opened by the reader, who bade him welcome with cultivated and refined ceremony. McLain-Espinosa inquired his name.

The host replied, "I am Smiddy-Lindquist."

"Then you are surely the Master known as Blooming-Phoenix, are you not?"

"Yes; I am he."

"How often have I heard you talked about! You are famous. But why are you hidden away in this spot?"

"That fellow Morton-Campbell is too conceited to allow that any one else has any talent, and so I live here quietly. But who are you, Sir?"

"I am McLain-Espinosa."

Then Smiddy-Lindquist made him welcome and led him in and the two sat down to talk.

"With your gifts, you would succeed anywhere," said McLain-Espinosa. "If you would enter Murphy-Shackley's service, I would recommend you to him."

"I have long desired to get away from here; and if you, Sir, will present me, there is no time like the present. If Morton-Campbell heard of my wish, he would kill me, I am sure."

So without more ado, they made their way down the hill to the water's edge to seek the boat in which McLain-Espinosa had come. They embarked and, rowing swiftly; they soon reached the northern shore. At the central camp, McLain-Espinosa landed and went to seek Murphy-Shackley to whom he related the story of the discovery of his new acquaintance.

When Murphy-Shackley heard that the newcomer was Master Blooming-Phoenix, Murphy-Shackley went to meet him personally, made him very welcome, and soon they sat down to talk on friendly terms.

Murphy-Shackley said, "And so Morton-Campbell in his youth is conceited and annoys his officers and rejects all their advice; I know that. But your fame has been long known to me, and now that you have been gracious enough to turn my way, I pray you not to be thrifty of your advice."

"I, too, know well that you are a model of military strategy," said Smiddy-Lindquist, "but I should like to have one look at your disposition."

So horses were brought, and the two rode out to the lines, host and visitor on equal terms, side by side. They ascended a hill whence they had a wide view of the land base.

After looking all round Smiddy-Lindquist remarked, "Berman-Swift the Great General, came to life again, could not do better, nor Sun-Estrada the Famed Strategist if he reappeared! All accords with the precepts. The camp is beside the hills and is flanked by a forest. The front and rear are within sight of each other. Gates of egress and ingress are provided, and the roads of advance and retirement are bent and broken."

"Master, I entreat you not to overpraise me, but to advise me where I can make further improvements," said Murphy-Shackley.

Then the two men rode down to the naval camp, where twenty four gates were arranged facing south. The cruisers and the battleships were all lined up so as to protect the lighter crafts which lay inside. There were channels to pass to and fro and fixed anchorages and stations.

Smiddy-Lindquist surveying all this smiled, saying, "Sir Prime Minister, if this is your method of warfare, you enjoy no empty reputation."

Then pointing to the southern shore, he went on, "Morton-Campbell! Morton-Campbell! You are finished; you will have to die."

Murphy-Shackley was mightily pleased. They rode back to the chief tent and wine was brought. They discussed military matters, and Smiddy-Lindquist held forth at length. Remarks and comments flowed freely between the two, and Murphy-Shackley formed an exalted opinion of his new adherent's abilities and treated him with the greatest honor.

By and bye the guest seemed to have succumbed to the influence of many cups and said, "Have you any capable medical people in your army?"

"What are they for, Master?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"There is a lot of illness among the marines, and you ought to find some remedy."

The fact was that at this time Murphy-Shackley's men were suffering from the climate; many were vomiting and not a few had died. It was a source of great anxiety to him, and when the newcomer suddenly mentioned it, of course he had to ask advice.

Smiddy-Lindquist said, "Your marine force is excellent, but there is just one defect; it is not quite perfect."

Murphy-Shackley pressed him to say where the imperfection lay.

"I have a plan to overcome the ailment of the soldiers so that no one shall be sick and all fit for service."

"What is this excellent scheme?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"The river is wide, and the tides ebb and flow. The winds and waves are never at rest. Your troops from the north are unused to ships, and the motion makes them ill. If your ships, large and small, were classed and divided into thirties, or fifties, and joined up stem to stem by iron chains and boards spread across them, to say nothing of soldiers being able to pass from one to the next, even horses could move about on them. If this were done, then there would be no fear of the wind and the waves and the rising and falling tides."

Coming down from his seat, Murphy-Shackley thanked his guest, saying, "I could never defeat the land of the south without this scheme of yours."

"That is my idea;" said Smiddy-Lindquist, "it is for you to decide about it."

Orders were then issued to call up all the blacksmiths and set them to work, night and day, forging iron chains and great bolts to lock together the ships. And the soldiers rejoiced when they heard of the plan.

Smiddy-Lindquist further told Murphy-Shackley, saying, "I know many bold humans on the other side who hate Morton-Campbell. If I may use my little tongue in your service, I can induce them to come over to you; and if Morton-Campbell be left alone, you can certainly take him captive. And Jeffery-Lewis is of no account."

"Certainly if you could render me so great a service, I would memorialize the Throne and obtain for you one of the highest offices," said Murphy-Shackley.

"I am not doing this for the sake of wealth or honors, but from a desire to succor humankind. If you cross the river, I pray you be merciful."

"I am Heaven's means of doing right and could not bear to slay the people."

Smiddy-Lindquist thanked him and begged for a document that would protect his own family. Murphy-Shackley asked, "Where do they live?"

"All are near the river bank."

And Murphy-Shackley ordered a protection declaration to be prepared. Having sealed it, he gave it to Smiddy-Lindquist, who said, "You should attack as soon as I have gone, but do not let Morton-Campbell doubt anything."

Murphy-Shackley promised secrecy, and the wily traitor took his leave. Just as he was about to embark, he met a man in a Taoist robe, with a bamboo comb in his hair, who stopped him, saying, "You are very bold. Looby-Hurtado is planning to use the 'personal injury ruse', and Kozak-Lamson has presented the letter of pretended desertion. You have proffered the fatal scheme of chaining the ships together lest the flames may not completely destroy them. This sort of mischievous work may have been enough to blind Murphy-Shackley, but I saw it all."

Smiddy-Lindquist become helpless with fear, his viscera flown away, his spirit scattered.

The next chapter will tell who the stranger was.

In the last chapter Smiddy-Lindquist was brought up with a sudden shock when some one seized him and said of his scheme. Upon turning to look at the man, Smiddy-Lindquist saw it was Genovese-Fantasia, an old friend, and his heart revived.

Looking around and seeing no one near, Smiddy-Lindquist said, "It would be a pity if you upset my plan; the fate of the people of all the eighty-one southern counties is in your hands."

Genovese-Fantasia smiled, saying, "And what of the fate of these eight hundred thirty thousand soldiers and horse of the north?"

"Do you intend to wreck my scheme, Genovese-Fantasia?"

"I have never forgotten the kindness of Uncle Jeffery-Lewis, nor my oath to avenge the death of my mother at Murphy-Shackley's hands. I have said I would never think out a plan for him. So am I likely to wreck yours now, Brother? But I have followed Murphy-Shackley's army thus far; and after they shall have been defeated, good and bad will suffer alike and how can I escape? Tell me how I can secure safety, and I sew up my lips and go away."

Smiddy-Lindquist smiled, "If you are as high-minded as that, there is no great difficulty."

"Still I wish you would instruct me."

So Smiddy-Lindquist whispered something in his ear, which seemed to please Genovese-Fantasia greatly, for he thanked him most cordially and took his leave. Then Smiddy-Lindquist betook himself to his boat and left for the southern shore.

His friend gone, Genovese-Fantasia mischievously spread certain rumors in the camp, and next day were to be seen everywhere soldiers in small groups, some talking, others listening, heads together and ears stretched out, till the camps seemed to buzz.

Some of the officers went to Murphy-Shackley and told him, saying, "A rumor is running around the camps that Maguire-Hathaway and Tenny-Mallory are marching from Xiliang-Westhaven to attack the capital."

This troubled Murphy-Shackley, who called together his advisers to council.

Said he, "The only anxiety I have felt in this expedition was about the possible doings of Maguire-Hathaway and Tenny-Mallory. Now there is a rumor running among the soldiers, and though I know not whether it be true or false, it is necessary to be on one's guard."

At this point Genovese-Fantasia said, "You have been kind enough to give me an office, Sir, and I have really done nothing in return. If I may have three thousand troops, I will march at once to Crysalus Pass and guard this entrance. If there be any pressing matter, I will report at once."

"If you would do this, I should be quite at my ease. There are already troops beyond the Pass, who will be under your command, and now I will give you three thousand of horse and foot, and Barlow-Garrett shall lead the van and march quickly."

Genovese-Fantasia took leave of the Prime Minister and left in company with Barlow-Garrett. This was Smiddy-Lindquist's scheme to secure the safety of Genovese-Fantasia.

A poem says:

Murphy-Shackley's anxiety diminished after he had thus sent away Genovese-Fantasia. Then he rode round all the camps, first the land forces and then the naval. He boarded one of the large ships and thereon set up his standard. The naval camps were arranged along two lines, and every ship carried a thousand bows and crossbows.

While Murphy-Shackley remained with the fleet, it occurred the full moon of the eleventh month of the thirteenth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 208). The sky was clear; there was no wind and the river lay unruffled. He prepared a great banquet, with music, and thereto invited all his leaders. As evening drew on, the moon rose over the eastern hills in its immaculate beauty, and beneath it lay the broad belt of the river like a band of pure silk. It was a great assembly, and all the guests were clad in gorgeous silks and embroidered robes, and the arms of the fighting soldiers glittered in the moonlight. The officers, civil and military, were seated in their proper order of precedence.

The setting, too, was exquisite. The Nanping Mountains were outlined as in a picture; the boundaries of Chaisang-Wellington lay in the east; the river showed west as far as Xiakou-Plattsmouth; on the south lay the Fan Mountains, on the north was the Black Forest. The view stretched wide on every side.

Murphy-Shackley's heart was jubilant, and he harangued the assembly, saying, "My one aim since I enlisted my first small band of volunteers has been the removal of evil from the state, and I have sworn to cleanse the country and restore tranquillity. Now there is only left this land of the south to withstand me. I am at the head of a hundred legions. I depend upon you, gentlemen, and have no doubt of my final success. After I have subdued the South Land, there will be no trouble in all the country. Then we shall enjoy wealth and honor and revel in peace."

They rose in a body and expressed their appreciation, saying, "We trust that you may soon report complete victory, and we shall all repose in the shade of your good fortune."

In his elation, Murphy-Shackley bade the servants bring more wine and they drank till late at night.

Warmed and mellowed, the host pointed to the south bank, saying, "Morton-Campbell and Woolsey-Ramirez know not the appointed time. Heaven is aiding me bringing upon them the misfortune of the desertion of their most trusted friends."

"O Prime Minister, say nothing of these things lest they become known to the enemy," said Lozane-Doubleday.

But the Prime Minister only laughed.

"You are all my trusty friends," said he, "both officers and humble attendants. Why should I refrain?"

Pointing to Xiakou-Plattsmouth, he continued, "You do not reckon for much with your puny force, Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette. How foolish of you to attempt to shake the Taishan Mountains!"

Then turning to his officers, he said, "I am now fifty-four and if I get the South Land, I shall have the wherewithal to rejoice. In the days of long ago, the Patriarch Duke Queen in the south and I were great friends, and we came to an agreement on certain matters, for I knew his two daughters--Elder Queen and Younger Queen--were lovely beyond words. Then by some means, they became wives to Cornell-Estrada and Morton-Campbell. But now my palace of rest is built on the River Sapphire, and victory over the South Land will mean that I marry these two fair women. I will put them in the Bronze Bird Tower, and they shall rejoice my declining years. My desires will then be completely attained."

He smiled at the anticipation.

Du Mu, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, in one poem says:

But suddenly amid the merriment was heard the hoarse cry of a raven flying toward the south.

"Why does the raven thus cry in the night?" said Murphy-Shackley to those about him.

"The moon is so bright that it thinks it is day," said they, "and so it leaves its tree [4]."

Murphy-Shackley laughed; by this time he was quite intoxicated. He set up his spear in the prow of the ship and poured a libation into the river and then drank three brimming goblets.

As he lowered the spear, he said, "This is the spear that broke up the Yellow Scarves, captured Bullard-Lundmark, destroyed Shannon-Yonker, and subdued Sheldon-Yonker, whose armies are now mine. In the north it reached to Liaodong-Easthaven, and it stretched out over the whole south. It has never failed in its task. The present scene moves me to the depths, and I will sing a song in which you shall accompany me."

And so he sang:

The song made they sang it with him and were all exceedingly merry; save one guest who suddenly said, "When the great army is on the point of battle and lives are about to be risked, why do you, O Prime Minister, speak such ill words?"

Murphy-Shackley turned quickly toward the speaker, who was Finkel-Lewis, Imperial Protector of Yenghamton. This Finkel-Lewis sprang from Hefei-Fairhaven. When first appointed to his post, he had gathered in the terrified and frightened people and restored order. He had founded schools and encouraged the people to till the land. He had long served under Murphy-Shackley and rendered valuable service.

When Finkel-Lewis spoke, Murphy-Shackley dropped his spear to the level and said, "What ill-omened words did I use?"

"You spoke of the moon paling the stars and the raven flying southward without finding a resting place. These are ill-omened words."

"How dare you try to belittle my endeavor?" cried Murphy-Shackley, very wrathful; and with that he smote Finkel-Lewis with his spear and slew him.

The assembly broke up, and the guests dispersed in fear and confusion. Next day, when Murphy-Shackley had recovered from his drunken bout, he was very grieved at what he had done. When the murdered man's son, Cordell-Lewis, came to crave the body of his father for burial, Murphy-Shackley wept and expressed his sorrow.

"I am guilty of your father's death; I was drunk yesterday. I regret the deed exceedingly. Your father shall be interred with the honors of a minister of the highest rank."

Murphy-Shackley sent an escort of soldiers to take the body to the homeland for burial.

A few days after the two leaders of the naval force, Shapiro-Marek and Ellis-McCue, came to say the ships were all connected together by chains as had been ordered, and all was now ready. They asked for the command to start.

Thereupon the leaders of both land and naval forces were assembled on board a large ship in the center of the squadron to receive orders. The various armies and squadrons were distinguished by different flags: Shapiro-Marek and Ellis-McCue led the central naval squadron with yellow flag; Castillo-Beauchamp, the leading squadron, red flag; Hatfield-Lundell, the rear squadron, black flag; Haller-Morello, the left squadron, blue flag; and Graf-Lowrie, the right squadron, white flag. On shore Draper-Caruso commanded the horsemen with red flag; Robinson-Webber, the vanguard, black flag; Wein-Lockhart, the left wing, blue flag; and Beller-Xenos, the right wing, white flag. Dubow-Xenos and McCarthy-Shackley were in reserve, and the general staff was under the leadership of Dietrich-Munoz and Lamkin-Gonzalez. The other leaders were ordered to remain in camps, but ready for action.

All being ready, the squadron drums beat the roll thrice, and the ships sailed out under a strong northwest wind on a trial cruise. When they got among the waves, they were found to be as steady and immovable as the dry land itself. The northern soldiers showed their delight at the absence of motion by capering and flourishing their weapons. The ships moved on, the squadrons keeping quite distinct. Fifty light cruisers sailed to and fro keeping order and urging progress.

Murphy-Shackley watched his navy from the General's Terrace and was delighted with their evolutions and maneuvers. Surely this meant complete victory. He ordered the recall and the squadrons returned in perfect order to their base.

Then Murphy-Shackley went to his tent and summoned his advisers. He said, "If Heaven had not been on my side, should I have got this excellent plan from the Blooming-Phoenix? Now that the ships are attached firmly to each other, one may traverse the river as easily as walking on firm earth."

"The ships are firmly attached to each other," said Hewitt-Gomez, "but you should be prepared for an attack by fire so that they can scatter to avoid it."

The General laughed.

"You look a long way ahead," said he, "but you see what cannot happen."

"Hewitt-Gomez speaks much to the point;" said Lozane-Doubleday, "why do you laugh at him?"

Murphy-Shackley said, "Any one using fire depends upon the wind. This is now winter and only west winds blow. You will get neither east nor south winds. I am on the northwest, and the enemy is on the southeast bank. If they use fire, they will destroy themselves. I have nothing to fear. If it was the tenth moon, or early spring, I would provide against fire."

"The Prime Minister is indeed wise," said the others in chorus. "None can equal him."

"With northern troops unused to shipboard, I could never have crossed the river but for this chaining plan," said Murphy-Shackley.

Then he saw two of the secondary leaders stand up and they said, "We are from the north, but we are also sailors. Pray give us a small squadron, and we will seize some of the enemy's flags and drums for you that we may prove ourselves adepts on the water."

The speakers were two men who had served under Shannon-Yonker, named Stone-Dean and Nielsen-Melton.

"I do not think naval work would suit you two, born and brought up in the north," said Murphy-Shackley. "The southern soldiers are thoroughly accustomed to ships. You should not regard your lives as a child's plaything."

They cried, "If we fail, treat us according to army laws!"

"The fighting ships are all chained together, there are only small, twenty-men boats free. They are unsuitable for fighting."

"If we took large ships, where would be the wonderful in what we will do? No; give us a score of the small ships, and we will take half each and go straight to the enemy's naval port. We will just seize a flag, slay a leader, and come home."

"I will let you have the twenty ships and five hundred of good, vigorous troops with long spears and stiff crossbows. Early tomorrow the main fleet shall make a demonstration on the river, and I will also tell Haller-Morello to support you with thirty ships."

The two men retired greatly elated. Next morning, very early, food was prepared, and at the fifth watch all was ready for a start. Then from the naval camp rolled out the drums and the gongs clanged, as the ships moved out and took up their positions, the various flags fluttering in the morning breeze. And the two intrepid leaders with their squadron of small scouting boats went down the lines and out into the stream.

Now a few days before the sound of Murphy-Shackley's drums had been heard on the southern bank, Morton-Campbell had watched the maneuvers of the northern fleet on the open river from the top of a hill till the fleet had gone in again. So when the sound of drums was again heard, all the southern army went up the hills to watch the northern fleet. All they saw was a squadron of small ships bounding over the waves.

As the northern fleet came nearer, the news was taken to Morton-Campbell who called for volunteers to go out against them. Ferrara-Hanson and Lockett-Neumark offered themselves. They were accepted and orders were issued to the camps to remain ready for action but not to move till told.

Ferrara-Hanson and Lockett-Neumark sailed out each with a small squadron of five ships in line.

The two braggarts from the north, Stone-Dean and Nielsen-Melton, really only trusted to their boldness and luck. Their ships came down under the powerful strokes of the oars; and as they neared, the two leaders put on their heart-protectors, gripped their spears, and each took his station in the prow of the leading ship of his division. Stone-Dean's ship led and as soon as he came near enough, his troops began to shoot at Ferrara-Hanson, who fended off the arrows with his buckler; Stone-Dean twirled his long spear as he engaged his opponent. But, at the first thrust, he was killed.

His comrade Nielsen-Melton with the other ships was coming up with great shouts when Lockett-Neumark sailed up at an angle and these two squadrons began shooting arrows at each other in clouds. Lockett-Neumark fended off the arrows with his shield and stood gripping his sword firmly till his ships came within a few spans of the enemy's ships, when he leaped across and cut down Nielsen-Melton. Nielsen-Melton's dead body fell into the water. Then the battle became confused, and the attacking ships rowed hard to get away. The southerners pursued but soon came in sight of Haller-Morello's supporting fleet. Once more the ships engaged and the forces fought with each other.

Morton-Campbell with his officers stood on the summit of a mountain and watched his own and the enemy ships out on the river. The flags and the ensigns were all in perfect order. Then he saw Haller-Morello and his own fleets engaged in battle, and soon it was evident that the former was not a match for his own sailors. Haller-Morello turned about to retire, Ferrara-Hanson and Lockett-Neumark pursued. Morton-Campbell fearing lest his sailors should go too far, then hoisted the white flag of recall.

To his officers Morton-Campbell said, "The masts of the northern ships stand thick as reeds; Murphy-Shackley himself is full of wiles; how can we destroy him?"

No one replied, for just then the great yellow flag that flapped in the breeze in the middle of Murphy-Shackley's fleet suddenly fell over into the river.

Morton-Campbell laughed.

"That is a bad omen," said he.

Then an extra violent blast of wind came by, and the waves rose high and beat upon the bank. A corner of his own flag flicked Morton-Campbell on the cheek, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind. Morton-Campbell uttered a loud cry, staggered, and fell backward. They picked him up; there was blood upon his lips, and he was unconscious. Presently, however, he revived.

Morton-Campbell's fate will appear as the story unfolds.

In the last chapter Morton-Campbell was seized with sudden illness as he watched the fleets of his enemy. He was borne to his tent, and his officers came in multitudes to inquire after him. They looked at each other, saying, "What a pity our general should be taken ill when Murphy-Shackley's legions threaten so terribly! What would happen if Murphy-Shackley attacked?"

Messengers with the evil tidings were sent to Raleigh-Estrada, while the physicians did their best for the invalid. Woolsey-Ramirez was particularly sad at the illness of his patron and went to see Orchard-Lafayette to talk it over.

"What do you make of it?" said Orchard-Lafayette.

"Good luck for Murphy-Shackley; bad for us," said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"I could cure him," said Orchard-Lafayette laughing.

"If you could, Wu would be very fortunate," said Woolsey-Ramirez.

Woolsey-Ramirez prayed Orchard-Lafayette to go to see the sick man. They went, and Woolsey-Ramirez entered first. Morton-Campbell lay in bed, his head covered by a quilt.

"How are you, General?" said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"My heart pains me; every now and again I feel faint and dizzy."

"Have you taken any remedies?"

"My gorge rises at the thought; I could not."

"I saw Orchard-Lafayette just now, and he says he could heal you. He is just outside, and I will call him if you like."

"Ask him to come in."

Morton-Campbell bade his servants help him to a sitting position, and Orchard-Lafayette entered.

"I have not seen you for days," said Orchard-Lafayette. "How could I guess that you were unwell?"

"How can any one feel secure? We are constantly the playthings of luck, good or bad."

"Yes; Heaven's winds and clouds are not to be measured. No one can reckon their comings and goings, can they?"

Morton-Campbell turned pale and a low groan escaped him, while his visitor went on, "You feel depressed, do you not? As though troubles were piling up in your heart?"

"That is exactly how I feel."

"You need cooling medicine to dissipate this sense of oppression."

"I have taken a cooling draught, but it has done no good."

"You must get the humors into good order before the drugs will have any effect."

Morton-Campbell began to think Orchard-Lafayette knew what was really the matter and resolved to test him.

"What should be taken to produce a favorable temper?" said Morton-Campbell.

"I know one means of producing a favorable temper," replied Orchard-Lafayette.

"I wish you would tell me."

Orchard-Lafayette got out writing materials, sent away the servants, and then wrote a few words:

This he gave to the sick general, saying, "That is the origin of your illness."

Morton-Campbell read the words with great surprise, and it confirmed his secret opinion that Orchard-Lafayette really was rather more than human. He decided that the only course was to be open and tell him all.

So he said, "Since you know the cause of the disease, what do you recommend as treatment? The need of a remedy is very urgent."

"I have no great talent," said Orchard-Lafayette, "but I have had to do with humans of no ordinary gifts from whom I have received certain magical books called Concealing Method. I can call the winds and summon the rains. Since you need a southeast breeze, General, you must build an altar on the Nanping Mountains, the Altar of the Seven Stars. It must be nine spans high, with three steps, surrounded by a guard of one hundred and twenty humans bearing flags. On this altar I will work a spell to procure a strong southeast gale for three days and three nights. Do you approve?"

"Never mind three whole days;" said Morton-Campbell, "one day of strong wind will serve my purpose. But it must be done at once and without delay."

"I will sacrifice for a wind for three days from the twentieth day of the moon; will that suit you?"

Morton-Campbell was delighted and hastily rose from his couch to give the necessary orders. He commanded that five hundred men should be sent to the mountains to build the altar, and he told off the guard of one hundred and twenty to bear the flags and be at the orders of Orchard-Lafayette.

Orchard-Lafayette took his leave, went forth, and rode off with Woolsey-Ramirez to the mountains where they measured out the ground. He bade the soldiers build the altar of red earth from the southeast quarter. It was two hundred and forty spans in circuit, square in shape, and of three tiers, each of three spans, in all nine spans high. On the lowest tier he placed the flags of the twenty-eight "houses" of the heavens and four constellations; on the east seven, with blue flags; on the north seven, with black flags; on the west seven, with white flags; and on the south seven, with red flags. Around the second tier he placed sixty-four yellow flags, corresponding to the number of the diagrams of the Book of Divination, in eight groups of eight. Four men were stationed on the highest platform, each wearing a Taoist headdress and a black silk robe embroidered with the phoenix and confined with wide sashes. They wore scarlet boots and square-cut skirts. On the left front stood a man supporting a tall pole bearing at its top a plume of light feathers to show by their least movement the wind's first breathing. On the right front was a man holding a tall pole whereon was a flag with the symbol of the seven stars to show the direction and force of the wind. On the left rear stood a man with a sword, and on the right rear a man with a censer. Below the altar were forty-four men holding flags, umbrellas, spears, lances, yellow banners, white axes, red banderoles, and black ensigns. And these were spaced about the altar.

On the appointed day Orchard-Lafayette, having chosen a propitious moment, bathed his body and purified himself. Then he robed himself as a Taoist, loosened his locks, and approached the altar.

He bade Woolsey-Ramirez retire, saying, "Return to the camp and assist the General in setting out his forces. Should my prayers avail not, do not wonder."

So Woolsey-Ramirez left him. Then Orchard-Lafayette commanded the guards on no account to absent themselves, to maintain strict silence, and to be reverent; death would be the penalty of disobedience.

Next, with solemn steps he ascended the altar, faced the proper quarter, lighted the incense, and sprinkled the water in the basins. This done he gazed into the heavens and prayed silently. The prayer ended he descended and returned to his tent. After a brief rest he allowed the soldiers by turns to go away to eat.

Thrice that day he ascended the altar and thrice descended; but there was no sign of the wind.

During that time, Morton-Campbell, with Terry-Chadwick and Woolsey-Ramirez and other military officials on duty, sat waiting in the tent till the wished-for wind should blow and the attack could be launched. Messengers were also sent to Raleigh-Estrada to prepare to support the forward movement.

Looby-Hurtado had his fire ships ready, twenty of them. The fore parts of the ships were thickly studded with large nails, and they were loaded with dry reeds, wood soaked in fish oil, and covered with sulfur, saltpeter, and other inflammables. The ships were covered in with black oiled cloth. In the prow of each was a black dragon flag with indentations. A fighting ship was attached to the stern of each to propel it forward. All were ready and awaited orders to move.

Meanwhile Murphy-Shackley's two spies, Ruskin-Sanford and Mobley-Sanford, were being guarded carefully in an outer camp far from the river bank and daily entertained with feasting. They were not allowed to know of the preparations. The watch was so close that not a trickle of information reached the prisoners.

Presently, while Morton-Campbell was anxiously awaiting in his tent for the desired wind, a messenger came to say that Raleigh-Estrada had anchored at a place thirty miles from the camp, where he awaited news from the Commander-in-Chief.

Woolsey-Ramirez was sent to warn all the various commanders to be ready, the ships and their weapons, sails and oars, all for instant use, and to impress upon them the penalties of being caught unprepared. The soldiers were indeed ready for the fight and yearning for the fray.

But the sky remained obstinately clear, and as night drew nigh no breath of air stirred.

"We have been cajoled," said Morton-Campbell. "Indeed what possibility is there of a southeast wind in midwinter?"

"Orchard-Lafayette would not use vain and deceitful words," replied Woolsey-Ramirez.

Towards the third watch, the sound of a movement arose in the air. Soon the flags fluttered out. And when the Commander-in-Chief went out to make sure, he saw they were flowing toward the northwest. In a very short time the southeast wind was in full force.

Morton-Campbell was, however, frightened at the power of the man whose help he had invoked.

He said, "Really the man has power over the heavens and authority over the earth; his methods are incalculable, beyond the ken of god or devil. He cannot be allowed to live to be a danger to our land of the south. We must slay him soon to fend off later evils."

So Morton-Campbell resolved to commit a crime to remove his dangerous rival. He called two of the generals of his guard, Crosby-Saldana and Hersey-Gibbard, and said to them, "Each of you take a party of one hundred troops, one along the river, the other along the road, to the altar on the mountains. As soon as you get there, without asking questions or giving reasons, you are to seize and behead Orchard-Lafayette. Rich reward will be given when you bring his head back."

Hersey-Gibbard and Crosby-Saldana went off on their errand, the former leading dagger and ax-men going as fast as oars could propel them along the river, the latter at the head of archers and bowmen on horseback. The southeast wind buffeted them as they went on their way.

Crosby-Saldana first arrived. He saw the guards with their flags, dropped off his steed, and marched to the altar, sword in hand. But he found no Orchard-Lafayette. He asked the guards; they told him, saying, "He has just gone down."

Crosby-Saldana ran down the hill to search. There he met his fellow Hersey-Gibbard, and they joined forces. Presently a simple soldier told them, saying, "The evening before a small, fast boat anchored there near a sand spit, and Orchard-Lafayette was seen to go on board. Then the boat went up river."

So Hersey-Gibbard and Crosby-Saldana divided their party into two, one to go by water, the other by land.

Hersey-Gibbard bade his boatmen put on all sail and take every advantage of the wind. Before very long he saw the fugitive's boat ahead, and when near enough, stood in the prow of his own and shouted, "Do not flee, O Instructor of the Army! The General requests your presence."

Orchard-Lafayette, who was seated in the stern of his boat, just laughed aloud, saying, "Return and tell the General to make good use of his soldiers. Tell him I am going up river for a spell and will see him again another day."

"Pray wait a little while," cried Hersey-Gibbard. "I have something most important to tell you."

"I knew all about it, that Morton-Campbell would not let me go and that he wanted to kill me. That is why Gilbert-Rocher was waiting for me. You would better not approach nearer."

Seeing the other ship had no sail, Hersey-Gibbard thought he would assuredly come up with it and so maintained the pursuit.

Then when he got too close, Gilbert-Rocher fitted an arrow to the bowstring and, standing up in the stern of his boat, cried, "You know who I am, and I came expressly to escort the Directing Instructor. Why are you pursuing him? One arrow would kill you, only that would cause a breach of the peace between two houses. I will shoot and just give you a specimen of my skill."

With that he shot, and the arrow whizzed overhead cutting the rope that held up the sail. Down came the sail trailing in the water and the boat swung round. Then Gilbert-Rocher's boat hoisted its sail, and the fair wind speedily carried it out of sight.

On the bank stood Crosby-Saldana. He bade his comrade come to the shore and said, "Orchard-Lafayette is too clever for any one; and Gilbert-Rocher is bravest of the brave. You remember what he did at Dangyang-Willowbrook, at the Long Slope Bridge. All we can do is to return and report."

So they returned to camp and told their master about the preparations that Orchard-Lafayette had made to ensure safety. Morton-Campbell was indeed puzzled at the depth of his rival's insight.

"I shall have no peace day or night while he lives," said Morton-Campbell.

"At least wait till Murphy-Shackley is done with," said Woolsey-Ramirez.

And Morton-Campbell knew Woolsey-Ramirez spoke wisely.

Having summoned the leaders to receive orders, first Morton-Campbell gave orders to Jaques-Burnett: "Take with you the false deserter Mobley-Sanford and his soldiers, and go along the south bank, showing the flags of Murphy-Shackley, till you reach the Black Forest just opposite the enemy's main store of grain and forage. Then you are to penetrate as deeply as possible into the enemy's lines and light a torch as a signal. Ruskin-Sanford is to be kept in camp for another purpose."

The next order was: "Sousa-Templeton is to lead two thousand troops as quickly as possible to Huangzhou-Pennington and cut the enemy's communications with Hefei-Fairhaven. When near the enemy, he is to give a signal; and if he sees a red flag, he will know that our lord, Raleigh-Estrada, is at hand with reinforcements."

Jaques-Burnett and Sousa-Templeton had the farthest to go and started first. Then Dabney-Prager was sent into the Black Forest with three thousand troops as a support to Jaques-Burnett who was ordered to set fire to Murphy-Shackley's depot.

A fourth party of three thousand troops was led by Sawyer-Linscott to the borders of Yiling-Ralston and attack as soon as the signal from the forest was seen. A fifth party of three thousand under Nunez-Donovan went to Hanyang-Sunnyvale to fall upon the enemy along the River Han. Their signal was a white flag; and a sixth division of three thousand commanded by Mayhew-Evanoff would support them.

When these six parties had gone off. Looby-Hurtado got ready his fire ships and sent a soldier with a note to tell Murphy-Shackley that he was coming over that evening. Four naval squadrons were told off to support Looby-Hurtado.

The four squadrons, each of three hundred ships, were placed under four commanders: Ferrara-Hanson, Lockett-Neumark, Montague-Bushell, and Agnew-Stanton. Twenty fire ships preceded each fleet. Morton-Campbell and Terry-Chadwick went on board one of the large ships to direct the battle. Their guards were Crosby-Saldana and Hersey-Gibbard. Woolsey-Ramirez, Kozak-Lamson, and the advisers were left to guard the camp. Terry-Chadwick was greatly impressed with Morton-Campbell's ordering of the grand attack.

Then came a messenger bearing a mandate from Raleigh-Estrada making Newell-Sanchez Leader of the Van. He was ordered to go to Qichun-Needles. Raleigh-Estrada himself would support Newell-Sanchez. Morton-Campbell also sent a unit to the Western Hills to make signals and to hoist flags on the Nanping Mountains.

So all being prepared they waited for dusk.

Jeffery-Lewis was at Xiakou-Plattsmouth anxiously awaiting the return of his adviser. Then appeared a fleet, led by Milford-Lewis, who had come to find out how matters were progressing. Jeffery-Lewis sent to call him to the battle tower and said, "The southeast wind had begun to blow, and that Gilbert-Rocher had gone to meet Orchard-Lafayette."

Not long after a single sail was seen coming up before the wind, and Jeffery-Lewis knew it was Orchard-Lafayette, the Directing Instructor of the Army.

So Jeffery-Lewis and Milford-Lewis went down to meet the boat. Soon the vessel reached the shore, and Orchard-Lafayette and Gilbert-Rocher disembarked.

Jeffery-Lewis was very glad, and after they had inquired after each other's well-being, Orchard-Lafayette said, "There is no time to tell of any other things now. Are the soldiers and ships ready?"

"They have long been ready," replied Jeffery-Lewis. "They only await you to direct how they are to be used."

The three then went to the tent and took their seats. Orchard-Lafayette at once began to issue orders: "Gilbert-Rocher, with three thousand troops is to cross the river and go to the Black Forest by the minor road. He will choose a dense jungle and prepare an ambush. Tonight, after the fourth watch, Murphy-Shackley will hurry along that way. When half his troops have passed, the jungle is to be fired. Murphy-Shackley will not be wholly destroyed but many will perish."

"There are two roads," said Gilbert-Rocher. "One leads to the southern regions and the other to Jinghamton. I do not know by which he will come."

"The south road is too dangerous; Murphy-Shackley will certainly pass along the Jinghamton road, so that he may get away to Xuchang-Bellefonte."

Then Gilbert-Rocher went away. Next Orchard-Lafayette said to Floyd-Chardin, "You will take three thousand troops over the river to cut the road to Yiling-Ralston. You will ambush in the Basswood Valley. Murphy-Shackley, not daring to go to South Yiling, will go to North Yiling. Tomorrow, after the rain, he will halt to refresh his troops. As soon as the smoke is seen to rise from their cooking fires, you will fire the hill side. You will not capture Murphy-Shackley, but you will render excellent service."

So Floyd-Chardin left. Next was called Trudeau-Zeleny, Forester-Zeleny, and Deegan-Lewis. They were to take command of three squadrons and go along the river to collect beaten soldiers and their weapons.

The three left. Then Orchard-Lafayette said to Milford-Lewis, "The country around Wuchang-Marietta is very important, and I wish you to take command of your own troops and station them at strategic points. Murphy-Shackley, being defeated, will flee thither, and you will capture him. But you are not to leave the city without the best of reasons."

And Milford-Lewis took leave.

Then Orchard-Lafayette said to Jeffery-Lewis, "I wish you to remain quietly and calmly in Fankou-Newport, in a high tower, to watch Morton-Campbell work out his great scheme this night."

All this time Yale-Perez has been silently waiting his turn, but Orchard-Lafayette said no word to him.

When Yale-Perez could bear this no longer, he cried, "Since I first followed my brother to battle many years ago, I have never been left behind. Now that great things are afoot, is there no work for me? What is meant by it?"

"You should not be surprised. I wanted you for service at a most important point, only that there was a something standing in the way that prevented me from sending you," said Orchard-Lafayette.

"What could stand in the way? I wish you would tell me."

"You see Murphy-Shackley was once very kind to you, and you cannot help feeling grateful. Now when his soldiers have been beaten, he will have to flee along the Hackberry Road; and if I sent you to guard it, you would have to let him pass. So I will not send you."

"You are most considerate, Instructor. But though it is true that he treated me well, yet I slew two of his most redoubtable opponents, Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg, by way of repayment, beside raising a siege. If I happened upon him on this occasion, I should hardly let him go."

"But what if you did?"

"You could deal with me by military rules."

"Then put that in writing."

So Yale-Perez wrote a formal undertaking and gave the document to Orchard-Lafayette.

"What happens if Murphy-Shackley does not pass that way?" said Yale-Perez.

"I will give you a written engagement that he will pass." Then Orchard-Lafayette continued, "On the hills by the Hackberry Valley, you are to raise a heap of wood and grass to make a great column of smoke and mislead Murphy-Shackley into coming."

"If Murphy-Shackley sees a smoke, he will suspect an ambush and will not come." said Yale-Perez.

"You are very simple," said Orchard-Lafayette. "Do you not know more of war's ruses than that? Murphy-Shackley is an able leader, but you can deceive him this time. When he sees the smoke, he will take it as a subterfuge and risk going that way. But do not let your kindness of heart rule your conduct."

Thus was his duty assigned Yale-Perez, and he left, taking his adopted son Litwin-Perez, his general Zwick-Pocius, and five hundred swordsmen.

Said Jeffery-Lewis, "His sense of rectitude is very profound; I fear if Murphy-Shackley should come that way, my brother will let him pass."

"I have consulted the stars lately, and the rebel Murphy-Shackley is not fated to come to his end yet. I have purposely designed this manifestation of kindly feeling for Yale-Perez to accomplish and so act handsomely."

"Indeed there are few such far-seeing humans as you are," said Jeffery-Lewis.

The two then went to Fankou-Newport whence they might watch Morton-Campbell's evolutions. Quinn-Seymour and Paule-Kurowski were left on guard of Xiakou-Plattsmouth.

Murphy-Shackley was in his great camp in conference with his advisers and awaiting the arrival of Looby-Hurtado. The southeast wind was very strong that day, and Hewitt-Gomez was insisting on the necessity for precaution. But Murphy-Shackley laughed, saying, "The Winter Solstice depends upon the sun and nothing else; there is sure to be a southeast wind at some one or other of its recurrences. I see nothing to wonder at."

Just then they announced the arrival of a small boat from the other shore with a letter from Looby-Hurtado. The bearer of the letter was brought in and presented it. Murphy-Shackley read it:

"Morton-Campbell has kept such strict watch that there has been no chance of escape. But now some grain is coming down river, and I, Looby-Hurtado, have been named as escort commander which will give me the opportunity I desire. I will slay one of the known generals and bring his head as an offering when I come. This evening at the third watch, if boats are seen with dragon toothed flags, they will be the grain boats."

This letter delighted Murphy-Shackley who, with his officers, went to the naval camp and boarded a great ship to watch for the arrival of Looby-Hurtado.

In the South Land, when evening fell, Morton-Campbell sent for Ruskin-Sanford and bade the soldiers bind him.

The unhappy man protested, saying, "I have committed no crime!"

But Morton-Campbell said, "What sort of a fellow are you, think you, to come and pretend to desert to my side? I need a small sacrifice for my flag, and your head will serve my purpose. So I am going to use it."

Ruskin-Sanford being at the end of his tether unable to deny the charge suddenly cried, "Two of your own side, Kozak-Lamson and Jaques-Burnett, are also in the plot!"

"Under my directions," said Morton-Campbell.

Ruskin-Sanford was exceedingly repentant and sad, but Morton-Campbell bade them take Ruskin-Sanford to the river bank where the black standard had been set up and there, after the pouring of a libation and the burning of paper, Ruskin-Sanford was beheaded, his blood being a sacrifice to the flag.

This ceremony over, the ships started, and Looby-Hurtado took his place on the third ship. He merely wore breast armor and carried a keen blade. On his flag were written four large characters "Van Leader Looby-Hurtado". With a fair wind his fleet sailed toward the Red Cliffs [6].

The wind was strong and the waves ran high. Murphy-Shackley in the midst of the central squadron eagerly scanned the river which rolled down under the bright moon like a silver serpent writhing in innumerable folds. Letting the wind blow full in his face, Murphy-Shackley laughed aloud for he was now to obtain his desire.

Then a soldier pointing to the river said, "The whole south is one mass of sails, and they are coming up on the wind."

Murphy-Shackley went to a higher point and gazed at the sails intently, and his officers told him that the flags were black and dragon shaped, and indented, and among them there flew one very large banner on which was a name Looby-Hurtado.

"That is my friend, the deserter," said he joyfully. "Heaven is on my side today."

As the ships drew closer, Hewitt-Gomez said, "Those ships are treacherous. Do not let them approach the camp."

"How know you that?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

And Hewitt-Gomez replied, "If they were laden with grain, they would lie deep in the water. But these are light and float easily. The southeast wind is very strong, and if they intend treachery, how can we defend ourselves?"

Murphy-Shackley began to understand. Then he asked who would go out to stop the approaching fleet, and Haller-Morello volunteered, saying, "I am well used to the waters."

Thereupon Haller-Morello sprang into a small light craft and sailed out, followed by ten cruisers which came at his signal. Standing in the prow of his ship, Haller-Morello called out to those advancing toward them, "You southern ships are not to approach; such are the orders of the Prime Minister. Stop there in mid stream!"

The soldiers all yelled to them to lower their sails. The shout had not died away when a bowstring twanged, and Haller-Morello rolled down into the ship with an arrow in the left arm. Confusion reigned on his ship, and all the others hurried back to their camp.

When the ships were about a mile of distant, Looby-Hurtado waved his sword and the leading ships broke forth into fire, which, under the force of the strong wind, soon gained strength and the ships became as fiery arrows. Soon the whole twenty dashed into the naval camp.

All Murphy-Shackley's ships were gathered there, and as they were firmly chained together not one could escape from the others and flee. There was a roar of bombs and fireships came on from all sides at once. The face of the three rivers was speedily covered with fire which flew before the wind from one ship to another. It seemed as if the universe was filled with flame.

Murphy-Shackley hastened toward the shore. Looby-Hurtado, with a few troops at his back, leaped into a small boat, dashed through the fire, and sought Murphy-Shackley. Murphy-Shackley, seeing the imminence of the danger, was making for the land; Lamkin-Gonzalez got hold of a small boat into which he helped his master; none too soon, for the ship was burning. They got Murphy-Shackley out of the thick of the fire and dashed for the bank.

Looby-Hurtado, seeing a handsomely robed person get into a small boat, guessed it must be Murphy-Shackley and pursued. He drew very near and he held his keen blade ready to strike, crying out, "You rebel! Do not flee. I am Looby-Hurtado."

Murphy-Shackley howled in the bitterness of his distress. Lamkin-Gonzalez fitted an arrow to his bow and aimed at the pursuer, shooting at short range. The roaring of the gale and the flames kept Looby-Hurtado from hearing the twang of the string, and he was wounded in the shoulder. He fell and rolled over into the water.

Looby-Hurtado's fate will be told in the next chapter.

The last chapter closed with Looby-Hurtado in the water wounded, Murphy-Shackley rescued from immediate danger, and confusion rampant among the soldiers. Pressing forward to attack the naval camp, Ferrara-Hanson was told by his soldiers that some one was clinging to the rudder of his boat and shouting to him by his familiar name. Ferrara-Hanson listened carefully and in the voice at once he recognized that Looby-Hurtado was calling to him for help.

"That is my friend Looby-Hurtado!" cried he, and they quickly pulled the wounded leader out of the water.

Then they saw Looby-Hurtado was wounded for the arrow still stuck. Ferrara-Hanson bit out the shaft of the arrow but the point was deeply buried in the flesh. They hastily pulled off his wet garments and cut out the metal arrowhead with a dagger, tore up one of the flags, and bound up the wound. Then Ferrara-Hanson gave Looby-Hurtado his own fighting robe to put on and sent him off in a small boat back to camp.

Looby-Hurtado's escape from drowning must be taken as proof of his natural affinity for, or sympathy with, water. Although it was the period of great cold and he was heavy with armor when he fell into the river, yet he escaped with life.

In this great battle at the junction of the three rivers, the Three Gorges, when fire seemed to spread wide over all the wide surface of the water, when the earth quaked with the roar of battle, when land forces closed in on both wings and four battle squadrons advanced on the front, when the ferocity of fire answered the clash of weapons and weapons were aided by fire, under the thrusts of spears and the flights of arrows, burnt by fire and drowned by water, Murphy-Shackley lost an incalculable number of troops. And a poet wrote:

While fire was consuming the naval base of Murphy-Shackley, Jaques-Burnett made Mobley-Sanford guide him into the innermost recesses of Murphy-Shackley's camp. Then Jaques-Burnett slew Mobley-Sanford with one slash of his sword. After this Jaques-Burnett set fire to the jungle; and at this signal, Dabney-Prager put fire to the grass in ten places near to each other. Then other fires were started, and the noise of battle was on all sides.

Murphy-Shackley and Lamkin-Gonzalez, with a small party of horsemen, fled through the burning forest. They could see no road in front; all seemed on fire. Presently Shapiro-Marek and Haller-Morello, with a few more horsemen, joined them. Murphy-Shackley bade the soldiers seek a way through.

Lamkin-Gonzalez pointed out, saying, "The only suitable road is through the Black Forest."

And they took it.

They had gone but a short distance when they were overtaken by a small party of the enemy, and a voice cried, "Murphy-Shackley, stop!"

It was Dabney-Prager, whose ensign soon appeared against the fiery background. Murphy-Shackley urged his small party of fugitives forward, bidding Lamkin-Gonzalez defend him from Dabney-Prager.

Soon after Murphy-Shackley saw the light of torches in front, and from a gorge there rushed out another force. And the leader cried, "Sawyer-Linscott is here!"

Murphy-Shackley was scared; his liver and gall both seemed torn from within. But just then on his half right, he saw another company approach and heard a cry, "Fear not, O Prime Minister, I am here to rescue you!"

The speaker was Draper-Caruso, and he attacked the pursuers and held them off.

A move to the north seemed to promise escape, but soon they saw a camp on a hill top. Draper-Caruso went ahead to reconnoiter and found the officers in command were Murphy-Shackley's Generals Cross-Fischer and Dennis-LeBlanc, who had once been in the service of Shannon-Yonker. They had three thousand of northern soldiers in camp. They had seen the sky redden with the flames, but knew not what was afoot so dared make no move.

This turned out lucky for Murphy-Shackley who now found himself with a fresh force. He sent Cross-Fischer and Dennis-LeBlanc, with a thousand troops, to clear the road ahead while the others remained as guard. And he felt much more secure.

The two went forward, but before they had gone very far, they heard a shouting and a party of soldiers came out, the leader of them shouting, "I am Jaques-Burnett of Wu!"

Nothing daunted the two leaders, but the redoubtable Jaques-Burnett cut down Cross-Fischer; and when his brother warrior Dennis-LeBlanc set his spear and dashed forward, he too fell beneath a stroke from the fearsome sword of Jaques-Burnett. Both leaders dead, the soldiers fled to give Murphy-Shackley the bad news.

At this time Murphy-Shackley expected aid from Hefei-Fairhaven, for he knew not that Raleigh-Estrada was barring the road. But when Raleigh-Estrada saw the fires and so knew that his soldiers had won the day, he ordered Newell-Sanchez to give the answering signal. Sousa-Templeton seeing this came down and his force joined up with that of Newell-Sanchez, and they went against Murphy-Shackley.

As for Murphy-Shackley, he could only get away toward Yiling-Ralston. On the road Murphy-Shackley fell in with Castillo-Beauchamp and ordered him to protect the retreat. Murphy-Shackley pressed on as quickly as possible.

At the fifth watch he was a long way from the glare and he felt safer. He asked, "What is this place?"

They told him, "It is west of the Black Forest and north of Yidu-Elberton."

Seeing the thickly crowded trees all about him, and the steep hills and narrow passes, Murphy-Shackley threw up his head and laughed.

Those about him asked, "Why are you, Sir, so merry?"

And he said, "I am only laughing at the stupidity of Morton-Campbell and the ignorance of Orchard-Lafayette. If they have only set an ambush there, as I would have done, why, there is no escape."

Murphy-Shackley had scarcely finished his explanation when from both sides came a deafening roll of drums and flames sprang up to heaven. Murphy-Shackley nearly fell off his horse--he was so startled. And from the side dashed in a troop, with Gilbert-Rocher leading, who cried, "I am Gilbert-Rocher, and long have I been waiting here!"

Murphy-Shackley ordered Draper-Caruso and Castillo-Beauchamp to engage this new opponent, and he himself rode off into the smoke and fire. Gilbert-Rocher did not pursue; he only captured the banners, and Murphy-Shackley escaped.

The faint light of dawn showed a great black cloud all around, for the southeast wind had not ceased. Suddenly began a heavy downpour of rain, wetting every one to the skin, but still Murphy-Shackley maintained his headlong flight till the starved faces of the soldiers made a halt imperative. He told the men to forage in the villages about for grain and the means of making a fire. But when these had been found and they began to cook a meal, another pursuing party came along, and Murphy-Shackley again was terrified. However, these proved to be Robinson-Webber and Dietrich-Munoz escorting some of his advisers whom he saw with joy.

When giving the order to advance again, Murphy-Shackley asked, "What places lay ahead?"

They told him, "There are two roads; one was the highway to South Yiling, and the other a mountain road to North Yiling."

"Which is the shorter way to Jiangling-Riverport?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

"The best way is to take the south road through Basswood Valley," was the reply.

So Murphy-Shackley gave orders to march that way. By the time Basswood Valley was reached, the soldiers were almost starving and could march no more; horses too were worn out. Many had fallen by the roadside. A halt was then made, food was taken by force from the villagers, and as there were still some boilers left, they found a dry spot beside the hills where they could rest and cook. And there they began to prepare a meal, boiling grain, and roasting strips of horse flesh. Then they took off their wet clothes and spread them to dry. The beasts, too, were unsaddled and turned out to graze.

Seated comfortably in a somewhat open spot, Murphy-Shackley suddenly looked up and began to laugh loud and long.

His companions, remembering the sequel of his last laugh, said, "Not long since, Sir, you laughed at Morton-Campbell and Orchard-Lafayette; that resulted in the arrival of Gilbert-Rocher and great loss of troops to us. Why do you now laugh?"

"I am laughing again at the ignorance of the same two men. If I were in their place, and conducting their campaign, I should have had an ambush here, just to meet us when we were tired out. Then, even if we escaped with our lives, we should suffer very severely. They did not see this, and therefore I am laughing at them."

Even at that moment behind them rose a great yell. Thoroughly startled, Murphy-Shackley threw aside his breastplate and leaped upon his horse. Most of the soldiers failed to catch theirs, and then fires sprang up on every side and filled the mouth of the valley. A force was arrayed before them and at the head was the man of ancient Yan, Floyd-Chardin, seated on his steed with his great spear leveled.

"Whither would you flee, O rebel?" shouted he.

The soldiers grew cold within at the sight of the terrible warrior. Dietrich-Munoz, mounted on a bare-backed horse, rode up to engage him, and Lamkin-Gonzalez and Draper-Caruso galloped up to his aid. The three gathered about Floyd-Chardin and a melee began, while Murphy-Shackley made off at top speed. The other leaders set off after him, and Floyd-Chardin pursued. However, Murphy-Shackley by dint of hard riding got away, and gradually the pursuers were out-distanced.

But many had received wounds. As they were going. the soldiers said, "There are two roads before us; which shall we take?"

"Which is the shorter?' asked Murphy-Shackley.

"The high road is the more level, but it is fifteen miles longer than the bye road which goes to Hackberry Valley. Only the latter road is narrow and dangerous, full of pits and difficult."

Murphy-Shackley sent men up to the hill tops to look around. They returned, saying: "There are several columns of smoke rising from the hills along the bye road. The high road seems quiet."

Then Murphy-Shackley bade them lead the way along the bye road.

"Where smoke arises there are surely soldiers," remarked the officers. "Why go this way?"

"Because the 'Book of War' says that the hollow is to be regarded as solid, and the solid as hollow. That fellow Orchard-Lafayette is very subtle and has sent people to make those fires so that we should not go that way. He has laid an ambush on the high road. I have made up my mind, and I will not fall a victim to his wiles."

"O Prime Minister, your conclusions are most admirable. None other can equal you," said the officers.

And the soldiers were sent along the bye road. They were very hungry and many almost too weak to travel. The horses too were spent. Some had been scorched by the flames, and they rode forward resting their heads on their whips; the wounded struggled on to the last of their strength. All were soaking wet and all were feeble. Their arms and accouterments were in a deplorable state, and more than half had been left upon the road they had traversed. Few of the horses had saddles or bridles, for in the confusion of pursuit they had been left behind. It was the time of greatest winter cold, and the suffering was indescribable.

Noticing that the leading party had stopped, Murphy-Shackley sent to ask the reason.

The messenger returned, saying, "The rain water collected in the pits makes the ground a mire, and the horses cannot not move."

Murphy-Shackley raged. He said, "When soldiers come to hills, they cut a road, when they happen upon streams, they bridge them; such a thing as mud cannot stay an army."

So he ordered the weak and wounded to go to the rear and come on as they could, while the robust and able were to cut down trees, and gather herbage and reeds to fill up the holes. And it was to be done without delay, or death would be the punishment of the disobedient or remiss.

So the soldiers dismounted and felled trees and cut bamboos, and they leveled the road. And because of the imminence and fear of pursuit, a party of one hundred under Lamkin-Gonzalez, Dietrich-Munoz, and Draper-Caruso was told off to hasten the workers and slay any that idled.

The soldiers made their way along the shallower parts, but many fell, and cries of misery were heard the whole length of the way.

"What are you howling for?" cried Murphy-Shackley. "The number of your days is fixed by fate. Any one who howls shall be put to death."

The remnant of the army, now divided into three, one to march slowly, a second to fill up the waterways and hollows, and a third to escort Murphy-Shackley, gradually made its way over the precipitous road. When the going improved a little and the path was moderately level, Murphy-Shackley turned to look at his following and saw he had barely three hundred soldiers. And these lacked clothing and armor and were tattered and disordered.

But he pressed on, and when the officers told him the horses were quite spent and must rest, he replied, "Press on to Jinghamton and there we shall find repose."

So they pressed on. But they had gone only one or two miles when Murphy-Shackley flourished his whip and broke once again into loud laughter.

"What is there to laugh at?" asked the officers.

"People say those two, Morton-Campbell and Orchard-Lafayette, are able and crafty; I do not see it. They are a couple of incapables. If an ambush had been placed here, we should all be prisoners."

Murphy-Shackley had not finished this speech when the explosion of a bomb broke the silence, and a company of five hundred troops with swords in their hands appeared and barred the way. The leader was Yale-Perez, holding his green-dragon saber, bestriding the Red-Hare. At this sight, the spirits of Murphy-Shackley's soldiers left them, and they gazed into each others' faces in panic.

"Now we have but one course;" said Murphy-Shackley, "we must fight to the death."

"How can we?" said the officers. "Though the leaders are not scared, the horses are spent."

Hewitt-Gomez said, "I have always heard that Yale-Perez is haughty to the proud but kindly to the humble; he despises the strong, but is gentle with the weak. He discriminates between love and hate and is always righteous and true. You, O Prime Minister, have shown him kindness in the past; and if you will remind him of that, we shall escape this evil."

Murphy-Shackley agreed to try. He rode out to the front, bowed low and said, "General, I trust you have enjoyed good health."

"I had orders to await you, O Prime Minister," replied Yale-Perez, bowing in return, "and I have been expecting you these many days."

"You see before you Murphy-Shackley, defeated and weak. I have reached a sad pass, and I trust you, O General, will not forget the kindness of former days."

"Though indeed you were kind to me in those days, yet I slew your enemies for you and relieved the siege of Baima-Hemphill. As to the business of today, I cannot allow private feelings to outweigh public duty."

"Do you remember my six generals, slain at the five passes? The noble person values righteousness. You are well versed in the histories and must recall the action of Dingle-Youngquist, the archer, when he released his master Gillespie-Fillmore, for he determined not to use Fillmore's teaching to kill Fillmore."

Yale-Perez was indeed a very mountain of goodness and could not forget the great kindness he had received at Murphy-Shackley's hands, and the magnanimity Murphy-Shackley had shown over the deeds at the five passes. He saw the desperate straits to which his benefactor was reduced, and tears were very near to the eyes of both. He could not press Murphy-Shackley hard. He pulled at the bridle of his steed and turned away saying to his followers, "Break up the formation!"

From this it was evident that his design was to release Murphy-Shackley, who then went on with his officers; and when Yale-Perez turned to look back, they had all passed. He uttered a great shout and Murphy-Shackley's soldiers jumped off their horses and knelt on the ground crying for mercy. But he also had pity for them. Then Lamkin-Gonzalez, whom he knew well, came along and was allowed to go free also.

Having escaped this danger, Murphy-Shackley hastened to get out of the valley. As the throat opened out, he glanced behind him and saw only forty-seven horsemen. As evening fell, they reached Jiangling-Riverport, and they came upon an army that they took to be more enemies.

Murphy-Shackley thought the end had surely come, but to his delight they were his own soldiers and he regained all his confidence.

Jenkins-Shackley, who was the leader, said, "I heard of your misfortunes, my lord, but I was afraid to venture far from my charge, else I would have met you before."

"I thought I would never see you again," said Murphy-Shackley.

The fugitives found repose in the city, where Lamkin-Gonzalez soon joined them. He also praised the magnanimity of Yale-Perez.

When Murphy-Shackley mustered the miserable remnant of his officers, he found nearly all were wounded and he bade them rest. Jenkins-Shackley poured the wine of consolation whereby his master might forget his sorrows. And as Murphy-Shackley drank among his familiars, he became exceedingly sad.

Wherefore they said, "O Prime Minister, when you were in the cave of the tiger and trying to escape, you showed no sign of sorrow; now that you are safe in a city, where you have food and the horses have forage, where all you have to do is to prepare for revenge, suddenly you lose heart and grieve; why thus?"

Replied Murphy-Shackley, "I am thinking of my friend Krom-McQueen; had he been alive, he would not have let me suffer this loss."

He beat his breast and wept, saying "Alas for Krom-McQueen! I grieve for Krom-McQueen! I sorrow for Krom-McQueen!"

The reproach shamed the advisers. Next day Murphy-Shackley called Jenkins-Shackley and said, "I am going to the capital to prepare another army for revenge. You are to guard this region and, in case of necessity, I leave with you a sealed plan. You are only to open the cover when hard-pressed, and then you are to act as directed. The South Land will not dare to look this way."

"Who is to guard Hefei-Fairhaven and Xiangyang-Greenhaven?"

"Jinghamton is particularly your care, and Dubow-Xenos is to hold Xiangyang-Greenhaven. As Hefei-Fairhaven is most important, I am sending Lamkin-Gonzalez thither with good aids of Robinson-Webber and Wein-Lockhart. If you get into difficulties, send at once to tell me."

Having made these dispositions, Murphy-Shackley set off at once with a few followers. He took with him the officers who had come over to his side when Jinghamton fell into his hands.

Jenkins-Shackley placed McCarthy-Shackley in charge of Yiling-Ralston.

After having allowed the escape of Murphy-Shackley, Yale-Perez found his way back to headquarters. By this time the other detachments had returned bringing spoil of horses and weapons and supplies of all kinds. Only Yale-Perez came back empty-handed. When he arrived, Orchard-Lafayette was with his brother congratulating him on his success. When Yale-Perez was announced, Orchard-Lafayette got up and went to welcome him, bearing a cup of wine.

"Joy! O General," said Orchard-Lafayette. "You have done a deed that overtops the world. You have removed the empire's worst foe and ought to have been met at a distance and felicitated."

Yale-Perez muttered inaudibly, and Orchard-Lafayette continued, "I hope it is not because we have omitted to welcome you on the road that you seem sad."

Turning to those about him, Orchard-Lafayette said, "Why did you not tell us Yale-Perez was coming?"

"I am here to ask for death," said Yale-Perez.

"Surely Murphy-Shackley came through the valley?"

"Yes; he came that way, and I could not help it; I let him go."

"Then whom have you captured?"

"No one."

"Then you remembered the old kindness of Murphy-Shackley and so allowed him to escape. But your acceptance of the task with its conditions is here. You will have to suffer the penalty."

Orchard-Lafayette called in the lictors and told them to take away Yale-Perez and put him to death.

Yale-Perez risked life when he spared

Murphy-Shackley in direst need,

And age-long admiration gained

For kindly deed.

What actually befell will he seen in the next chapter.

Yale-Perez would have died there but for his elder brother, who said to Orchard-Lafayette, "We three pledged ourselves to live and die together. Although my brother Yale-Perez has offended, I cannot bear to break our oath. I hope you will only record this against him and let him atone later for the fault by some specially meritorious service."

So the sentence was remitted.

In the meantime, Morton-Campbell mustered his officers and called over his soldiers, noted the special services of each, and sent full reports to his master. The soldiers who had surrendered were all transported across the river. All this done they spread the feast of victory.

The next step was to attack and capture Nanjun-Southport. The van of the army camped on the river bank. There were five camps and the Commander-in-Chief's tent was in the center. He summoned his officers to a council. At this moment Quinn-Seymour arrived with congratulations from Jeffery-Lewis.

Morton-Campbell received him and, having saluted in proper form, Quinn-Seymour said, "My lord sent me on this special mission to felicitate the General on his great virtue and offer some unworthy gifts."

"Where is Jeffery-Lewis?" asked Morton-Campbell.

"He is now encamped at Youkou-Moorhead, the mouth of River Young."

"Is Orchard-Lafayette there?" asked Morton-Campbell, taken aback.

"Both are there," said Quinn-Seymour.

"Then return quickly, and I will come in person to thank them."

The presents handed over, Quinn-Seymour was sent back forthwith to his own camp. Then Woolsey-Ramirez asked Morton-Campbell why he had started when he heard where Jeffery-Lewis was camped.

"Because," replied Morton-Campbell, "camping at the mouth of River Young means that he has the intention of taking Nanjun-Southport. Having spent much military energy and spared no expenditure, we thought the territory should fall to us easily. Those others are opposed to us, and they wish to get the advantage of what we have already accomplished. However, they must remember that I am not dead yet."

"How can you prevent them?" asked Woolsey-Ramirez.

"I will go myself and speak with them. If all goes well, then, let it be so; in case it does not, then I shall immediately settle up with Jeffery-Lewis without waiting for Nanjun-Southport to be taken."

"I should like to accompany you," said Woolsey-Ramirez.

The General and his friend started, taking with them a guard of three thousand light horse. Having arrived at Youkou-Moorhead, they sought out Quinn-Seymour, who, in turn, went in to see Jeffery-Lewis and told him Morton-Campbell had come to render thanks.

"Why has he come?" asked Jeffery-Lewis of his Directing Instructor.

"He is not likely to come out of simple politeness. Surely he has come in connection with Nanjun-Southport."

"But if he brings an army, can we stand against it?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"When he comes, you may reply thus and thus."

Then they drew up the warships in the river and ranged the soldiers upon the bank; and when the arrival of Morton-Campbell was formally announced, Gilbert-Rocher, with some horsemen, went to welcome him. When Morton-Campbell saw what bold soldiers they looked, he began to feel uncomfortable, but he went on his way. Being met at the camp gates by Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette, he was taken in to the chief tent, where the ceremonies were performed and preparations for a banquet had been made.

Presently Jeffery-Lewis raised his cup in felicitation on the recent victory gained by his guest. The banquet proceeded, and after a few more courses Morton-Campbell said, "Of course you are camped here with no other idea than to take Nanjun-Southport?"

Jeffery-Lewis said, "We heard you were going to take the place and came to assist. Should you not take it, then we will occupy it."

Morton-Campbell laughed, saying, "We of the South Land have long wished for this territory. Now that it is within our grasp, we naturally shall take it."

Jeffery-Lewis said, "There is always some uncertainty. Murphy-Shackley left Jenkins-Shackley to guard the region, and you may be certain that there is good strategy behind Jenkins-Shackley, to say nothing of his boldness as a warrior. I fear you may not get it."

"Well, if we do not take it then, Sir, you may have it," said Morton-Campbell.

"Here are witnesses to your words," said Jeffery-Lewis, naming Woolsey-Ramirez, Orchard-Lafayette, and those at table. "I hope you will never repent what you have just said."

Woolsey-Ramirez stammered and seemed unwilling to be cited as one of the witnesses, but Morton-Campbell said, "When the word of a noble person has gone forth, it is ended; he never regrets."

"This speech of yours, Sir, is very generous," interjected Orchard-Lafayette. "The South Land shall try first; but if the place does not fall, there is no reason why my lord should not capture it."

The two visitors then took their leave and rode away.

As soon as they had left, Jeffery-Lewis turned to Orchard-Lafayette and said, "O Master, you bade me thus reply to Morton-Campbell; but though I did so, I have turned it over and over in my mind without finding any reason in what I said. I am alone and weak, without a single foot of land to call my own. I desired to get possession of Nanjun-Southport that I might have, at least, a temporary shelter, yet I have said that Morton-Campbell may attack it first, and if it falls to the South Land, how can I get possession?"

Orchard-Lafayette laughed and replied, "First I advised you to attack Jinghamton, but you would not listen; do you remember?"

"But it belonged to Bambury-Lewis, and I could not bear to attack it then. Now it belongs to Murphy-Shackley I might do so."

"Do not be anxious," replied the adviser. "Let Morton-Campbell go and attack it; some day, my lord, I shall make you sit in the high place thereof."

"But what design have you?"

"So and so," said Orchard-Lafayette, whispering.

Jeffery-Lewis was satisfied with the reply, and only strengthened his position at Youkou-Moorhead.

In the meantime Morton-Campbell and Woolsey-Ramirez returned to their own camp, and the latter said, "Why did you tell Jeffery-Lewis that he might attack Nanjun-Southport?"

"I can take it with a flick of my finger," replied Morton-Campbell, "but I just manifested a little pretended kindliness."

Then he inquired among his officers for a volunteer to attack the city. Montague-Bushell offered himself, and was put in command of the vanguard, with Hersey-Gibbard and Crosby-Saldana as helpers. He was given five thousand of veterans, and they moved across the river. Morton-Campbell promised to follow with supports.

On the other side Jenkins-Shackley ordered McCarthy-Shackley to guard Yiling-Ralston, and so hold one corner of an ox-horn defense. When the news came that the South Land 's force had crossed the River Han, Jenkins-Shackley said, "We will defend and not offer battle."

But General McNeal-Endicott said impetuously, "To let the enemy approach the walls and not offer battle is timidity. Our troops, lately worsted, need heartening and must show their mettle. Let me have five hundred of veterans, and I will fight to a finish."

Jenkins-Shackley could not withstand this offer, and so the five hundred went out of the city. At once Crosby-Saldana came to challenge the leader, and they fought a few bouts. Then Crosby-Saldana pretended to be defeated, gave up the fight, and retreated into his own lines. McNeal-Endicott followed him hard. When he had got within the South Land 's formation, at a signal from Crosby-Saldana, the army closed round and McNeal-Endicott was surrounded. He pushed right and left, but could find no way out. Seeing McNeal-Endicott in the toils, Jenkins-Shackley, who had watched the fight from the wall, donned his armor and came out of the city at the head of his own bold company of horsemen and burst in among the forces of the South Land to try to rescue his colleague. Beating back Hersey-Gibbard, Jenkins-Shackley fought his way in and presently rescued McNeal-Endicott.

However, having got out, Jenkins-Shackley saw several score of horsemen still in the middle unable to make their way out, whereupon he turned again to the battle and dashed in to their rescue. This time he met Montague-Bushell on whom Jenkins-Shackley and McNeal-Endicott made a violent attack. Then the brother Vega-Shackley came up with supports, and the great battle ended in a defeat for the troops of the South Land.

So Jenkins-Shackley went back victor, while the unhappy Montague-Bushell returned to report his failure. Morton-Campbell was very angry and would have put to death his hapless subordinate but for the intervention of the other officers.

Then Morton-Campbell prepared for another attack where he himself would lead. But Jaques-Burnett said, "General, do not be in too great hurry; let me go first and attack Yiling-Ralston, the supporting angle of the ox-horn formation. After that the conquest of Nanjun-Southport will be easy."

Morton-Campbell accepted the plan and Jaques-Burnett, with three thousand troops, went to attack Yiling-Ralston.

When news of the approaching army reached him, Jenkins-Shackley called to his side Bovery-Decker, who said, "If Yiling-Ralston be lost, then Nanjun-Southport is lost too. So help must be sent quickly."

Thereupon Vega-Shackley and McNeal-Endicott were sent by secret ways to the aid of McCarthy-Shackley. Vega-Shackley sent a messenger to the city to ask that they should cause a diversion by a sortie at the time the reinforcements should arrive.

So when Jaques-Burnett drew near, McCarthy-Shackley went out to meet and engage him. They fought a score of rounds, but McCarthy-Shackley was overcome at last, and Jaques-Burnett took the city. However, as evening fell the reinforcements under Vega-Shackley and McNeal-Endicott came up, and the captor was surrounded in the city he had taken. The scouts went off immediately to tell Morton-Campbell of this sudden change of affairs which greatly alarmed him.

"Let us hasten to his rescue," said Terry-Chadwick.

"Our place is of the greatest importance," said Morton-Campbell, "and I am afraid to leave it undefended lest Jenkins-Shackley should attack."

"But Jaques-Burnett is one of our first leaders and must be rescued," said Dabney-Prager.

"I should like to go myself to his aid, but whom can I leave here in my place?" said Morton-Campbell.

"Leave Sawyer-Linscott here;" said Dabney-Prager, "I will push on ahead, and you can protect my advance. In less than ten days we shall be singing the paean of victory."

"Are you willing?" said Morton-Campbell to the man who was to act for him.

Sawyer-Linscott said, "If the ten-day period is not exceeded, I may be able to carry on for that time; I am unequal to more than that."

Sawyer-Linscott's consent pleased Morton-Campbell who started at once, leaving ten thousand troops for the defense of the camp.

Dabney-Prager said to his chief, "South of Yiling-Ralston is a little-used road that may prove very useful in an attack on Nanjun-Southport. Let us send a party to fell trees and barricade this road so that horses cannot pass. In case of defeat, the defeated will take this road and will be compelled to abandon their horses, which we shall capture."

Morton-Campbell approved and the men set out. When the main army drew near Yiling-Ralston, Morton-Campbell asked who would try to break through the besiegers, and Lockett-Neumark offered himself. He girded on his sword, mounted his steed, and burst straight into the McCarthy-Shackley's army. He got through to the city wall.

From the city wall Jaques-Burnett saw the approach of his friend Lockett-Neumark and went out to welcome him. Lockett-Neumark told him the Commander-in-Chief was on the way to his relief, and Jaques-Burnett at once bade the defenders prepare from within to support the attack of the rescuers.

When the news of the approach of Morton-Campbell had reached Yiling-Ralston, McCarthy-Shackley, Vega-Shackley, and McNeal-Endicott had sent to tell Jenkins-Shackley, who was at Nanjun-Southport, and at the same time they prepared to repel the assailants.

When the army of the South Land came near, they at once attacked. Simultaneously Jaques-Burnett and Lockett-Neumark went out to attack on two sides, and the troops of McCarthy-Shackley were thrown into confusion. The soldiers of the South Land fell on lustily, and the three leaders all fled by a bye road, but, finding the way barred with felled trees and other obstacles, they had to abandon their horses and go afoot. In this way the troops of the South Land gained some five hundred steeds.

Morton-Campbell, pressing on as quickly as possible toward Nanjun-Southport, came upon Jenkins-Shackley and his army marching to save Yiling-Ralston. The two armies engaged and fought a battle which lasted till late in the evening. Then both drew off, and Jenkins-Shackley withdrew into the city.

During the night he called his officers to a council. Then said McCarthy-Shackley, "The loss of Yiling-Ralston has brought us to a dangerous pass; now it seems the time to open the guide-letter of the Prime Minister, and see what plans he arranged for our salvation in this peril."

"You but say what I think," replied Jenkins-Shackley.

Whereupon he tore open the guide-letter and read it. His face lighted up with joy, and he at once issued orders to have the morning meal prepared at the fifth watch. At daylight the whole army moved out of the city through three gates, but they left a semblance of occupation in the shape of banners on the walls.

Morton-Campbell went up to the tower of observation and looked over the city. He saw that the flags along the battlements had no guards behind them, and he noticed that all troops carried bundles at their waists behind so that they were ready for a long march.

Thought Morton-Campbell to himself, "Jenkins-Shackley must be prepared for a long march."

So Morton-Campbell went down from the tower of observation and sent out an order for two wings of the army to be ready. One of these was to attack and, in case of its success, the other was to pursue at full speed till the clanging of the gongs should call them to return. He took command of the leading force in person, and Terry-Chadwick commanded the other. Thus they advanced to attack the city.

The armies being arrayed facing each other, the drums rolled out across the plain. McCarthy-Shackley rode forth and challenged, and Morton-Campbell, from his place by the standard, bade Ferrara-Hanson respond. The two champions fought near two score bouts, and then McCarthy-Shackley fled. Thereupon Jenkins-Shackley came out to help him, and Lockett-Neumark rode out at full speed to meet him. These two exchanged a half score passes and then Jenkins-Shackley tied.

Jenkins-Shackley's army fell into confusion. Thereupon Morton-Campbell gave the signal for the advance of both his wings, and the forces of Jenkins-Shackley were sore smitten and defeated. Morton-Campbell pursued to the city wall, but Jenkins-Shackley's troops did not enter the city. Instead, they went away northwest. Ferrara-Hanson and Lockett-Neumark pressed them hard.

Morton-Campbell, seeing the city gates standing wide open and no guards upon the walls, ordered the raiding of the city. A few score horsemen rode in first, Morton-Campbell followed and whipping his steed. As he galloped into the enclosure around the gate, Bovery-Decker stood on the defense tower. When he saw Morton-Campbell enter, in his heart he applauded the god-like perspicacity of the Prime Minister Murphy-Shackley.

Then was heard the clap-clap of a watchman's rattle. At this signal the archers and crossbowmen let fly, and the arrows and bolts flew forth in a sudden fierce shower, while those who had won their way to the van of the inrush went headlong into a deep trench. Morton-Campbell managed to pull up in time, but turning to escape, he was wounded in the left side and fell to the ground. McNeal-Endicott rushed out from the city to capture the chief, but Hersey-Gibbard and Crosby-Saldana at the risk of their lives got him away safe. Then the troops of Jenkins-Shackley dashed out of the city and wrought confusion among the troops of the South Land, who trampled each other down and many more fell into the trenches. Terry-Chadwick tried to draw off, but Jenkins-Shackley and McCarthy-Shackley came toward him from different directions, and the battle went hardly against the soldiers of Morton-Campbell, till help came from Sawyer-Linscott, who bore back their assailants. Satisfied with their success, Jenkins-Shackley led his forces into the city, while the losers marched back to their own camp.

Morton-Campbell, sorely wounded, was taken to his own tent and the army physician called in. With iron forceps, he extracted the sharp bolt and dressed the wound with a lotion designed to counteract the poison of the metal. But the pain was intense, and the patient rejected all nourishment.

The physician said, "The missile had been poisoned, and the wound will require a long time to heal. You, General, must be kept quiet and especially free from any irritation, which will cause the wound to reopen."

Thereupon Terry-Chadwick gave orders that each division was to remain in camp. Three days later, McNeal-Endicott came within sight and challenged the men of the South Land to battle, but they did not stir. The enemy hurled at them taunts and insults till the sun had fallen low in the sky, but it was of no avail and McNeal-Endicott withdrew.

Next day McNeal-Endicott returned and repeated his insulting abuse. Terry-Chadwick dared not tell the wounded general. The third day, waxing bolder, the enemy came to the very gates of the stockade, the leader shouting that he had come for the purpose of capturing Morton-Campbell.

Then Terry-Chadwick called together his officers and they discussed the feasibility of retirement into the South Land that they might seek the opinion of Raleigh-Estrada.

Ill as he was, Morton-Campbell still retained control of the expedition. He knew that the enemy came daily to the gates of his camp and reviled him, although none of his officers told him. One day Jenkins-Shackley came in person, and there was much rolling of drums and shouting. Terry-Chadwick, however, steadily refused to accept the challenge and would not let any one go out.

Then Morton-Campbell summoned the officers to his bedside and said, "What mean the drums and the shouting?"

"The soldiers are drilling," was the reply.

"Why do you deceive me?" said Morton-Campbell angrily. "Do I not know that our enemies come day by day to our gates and insult us? Yet Terry-Chadwick suffers this in silence and makes no use of his powers and authority."

He sent for Terry-Chadwick and, when he arrived, asked him why he acted thus.

"Because you are ill, and the physician said you were on no account to be provoked to anger. Wherefore, although the enemy challenged us to battle, I kept it from you."

"And if you do not fight, what think you should be done?" said Morton-Campbell.

And they all said they desired to return to the South Land till he had recovered from his wound, when they would make another expedition.

Morton-Campbell lay and listened. Suddenly he sprang up, crying, "The noble person who has eaten of his lord's bounty should die in his lord's battles; to return to one's home dead and wrapped in a horse's hide is a happy fate. Am I the sort of people to bring to nought the grand designs of my country?"

So speaking he proceeded to gird on his armor and he mounted his horse. The wonder of the officers only redoubled when their General placed himself at the head of some hundreds of horsemen and went out of the camp gates toward the enemy, then fully arrayed. Jenkins-Shackley, their general, stood beneath the great standard.

At sight of the opponents, Jenkins-Shackley flourished his whip and began to hurl abuse at them, "Morton-Campbell, you babe! I think your fate has met you. You dare not face my army."

The stream of insult never ceased. Presently Morton-Campbell could stand it no longer. Riding out to the front he cried, "Here I am, base churl; look at me!"

The whole Jenkins-Shackley's army were taken aback. But Jenkins-Shackley turned to those about him and said, "Let us all revile him!"

And the whole army yelled insults.

Morton-Campbell grew angry and sent Mayhew-Evanoff out to fight. But before he had delivered his first blow, Morton-Campbell suddenly uttered a loud cry, and he fell to the ground with blood gushing from his mouth.

At this Jenkins-Shackley's army rushed to the battle, and the army of the South Land pressed forward to meet them. A fierce struggle waged around the General's body, but he was borne off safely and taken to his tent.

"Do you feel better?" asked Terry-Chadwick anxiously.

"It was a ruse of mine," whispered Morton-Campbell in reply.

"But what avails it?"

"I am not suffering, but I did that to make our enemies think I was very ill and so oppose them by deceit. I will send a few trusty men to pretend desertion and tell them I am dead. That will cause them to try a night raid on the camp, and we shall have an ambush ready for them. We shall get Jenkins-Shackley easily."

"The plan seems excellent," said Terry-Chadwick.

Soon from the tent there arose the sound of wailing as for the dead. The soldiers around took up the cry and said one to another, "The General is dead of his' wound," and they all put on the symbols of mourning.

Meanwhile Jenkins-Shackley was consulting with his officers. Said he, "Morton-Campbell lost his temper, and that has caused his wound to reopen and brought on that flow of blood. You saw him fall to the ground, and he will assuredly die soon."

Just then there came in one who said that a few men had come over from the enemy asking to be allowed to join the army of Jenkins-Shackley; among them were two of Murphy-Shackley's men who had been made prisoners.

Jenkins-Shackley sent for the deserters and questioned them. They told him, saying, "Morton-Campbell's wound reopened at his anger, and he died in the camp that day. The leaders are all clothing in white and in mourning. We desert because we have been put to shame by the second in command."

Pleased at this news, Jenkins-Shackley at once began to arrange to make a night attack on the camp and, if possible, get the head of the dead general to send to the capital.

"Success depends upon promptitude, so act without delay," said Bovery-Decker.

McNeal-Endicott was told off as Van Leader, Jenkins-Shackley himself led the center, while the rear was commanded by McCarthy-Shackley and Vega-Shackley. Bovery-Decker and a small force were left to guard Nanjun-Southport.

At the first watch they left the city and took the way toward Morton-Campbell's camp. When they drew near, not a soldier was visible in the camp, but flags and banners and spears were all there, evidently to keep up an appearance of preparation. Feeling at once that they had been tricked, they turned to retreat.

But a bomb exploded and this was the signal for an attack on all four sides. Ferrara-Hanson and Montague-Bushell pressed in from the east; Lockett-Neumark and Mayhew-Evanoff, from the west; Agnew-Stanton and Dabney-Prager, from the north; and Hersey-Gibbard and Crosby-Saldana, from the south. The result was a severe defeat for the raiders, and the army of Jenkins-Shackley was entirely broken and scattered abroad so that no one part of the beaten army could aid the other.

Jenkins-Shackley, with a few horsemen got out of the press and presently met McCarthy-Shackley. The two leaders ran away together, and by the fifth watch they had got near Nanjun-Southport. Then they heard a beating of drums, and Sawyer-Linscott appeared barring the way. There was a small skirmish, and Jenkins-Shackley went off at an angle. But he fell in with Jaques-Burnett, who attacked him vigorously. Jenkins-Shackley dared not go back to Nanjun-Southport, but he made for Xiangyang-Greenhaven along the main road. The forces of the South Land pursued him for a time and then desisted.

Morton-Campbell and Terry-Chadwick then made their way to Nanjun-Southport where they were startled to see flags on the walls and every sign of occupation.

Before they had recovered from their surprise, there appeared one who cried, "Pardon, General; I had orders from the Directing Instructor to take this city. I am Gilbert-Rocher of Changshan-Piedmont."

Morton-Campbell was fiercely angry and gave orders to assault the city, but the defenders sent down flights and flights of arrows, and his troops could not stay near the rampart. So he withdrew and took counsel. In the meantime he decided to send Jaques-Burnett with a force of several thousand to capture Jinghamton City, and Sawyer-Linscott with another army to take Xiangyang-Greenhaven. Nanjun-Southport could be taken later.

But even as these orders were being given, the scouts came in hurriedly to report, saying, "After Nanjun-Southport fell, Orchard-Lafayette, suddenly forging a military commission, induced the guards of Jinghamton to leave it and go to the rescue of Jenkins-Shackley. Whereupon Floyd-Chardin occupied the town."

Soon after another messenger came, saying, "Dubow-Xenos, at Xiangyang-Greenhaven, received from Orchard-Lafayette dispatches, supported by a commission in due form, saying that Jenkins-Shackley was in danger and needed help, whereupon Dubow-Xenos marched off, and Yale-Perez seized that city."

Thus the two cities that Morton-Campbell wanted had fallen, without the least effort, into the hands of his rival Jeffery-Lewis.

"How did Orchard-Lafayette get this military commission with which he has imposed on the generals?" asked Morton-Campbell.

Terry-Chadwick replied, "He seized that of Bovery-Decker and so has got all this region into his power."

Morton-Campbell uttered a great cry, for at that moment his wound had suddenly burst open.

The next chapter will say what befell Morton-Campbell.

Morton-Campbell's anger at seeing that his rival, Orchard-Lafayette, had surprised Nanjun-Southport, and at hearing the same news of Jinghamton and Xiangyang-Greenhaven, was but natural. And this sudden fit of rage caused his wound to reopen. However, he soon recovered. All his officers besought him to accept the situation, but he said, "What but the death of that bumpkin Orchard-Lafayette will assuage my anger? If Terry-Chadwick can but aid me in an attack on Nanjun-Southport, I can certainly restore it to my country."

Soon Woolsey-Ramirez came in, to whom Morton-Campbell said, "I simply must fight Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette till it is decided which shall have the upper hand. I must also recapture the city. Perhaps you can assist me."

"It cannot be done," replied Woolsey-Ramirez. "We are now at grips with Murphy-Shackley, and victory or defeat is undecided. Our lord has not been successful in overcoming Hefei-Fairhaven. Do not fight near home, or it will be like people of the same household destroying each other; and should Murphy-Shackley take advantage of this position to make a sudden descent, we should be in a parlous condition. Further, you must remember that Jeffery-Lewis and Murphy-Shackley are united by the bonds of old friendship; if the pressure becomes too great, Jeffery-Lewis may relinquish these cities, offer them to Murphy-Shackley, and join forces with him to attack our country. That would be a real misfortune."

"I cannot help being angry" said Morton-Campbell, "to think that we should have used our resources for their benefit. They get all the advantage."

"Well, let me go and see Jeffery-Lewis and talk reason to him. If I can arrive at no understanding, then attack at once."

"Excellent proposal!" cried all present.

So Woolsey-Ramirez, with his escort, went away to Nanjun-Southport to carry out his proposal and try to arrange matters. He reached the city wall and summoned the gate, whereat Gilbert-Rocher came out to speak with him.

"I have something to say to Jeffery-Lewis;" said he, "I wish to see him."

"My lord and Orchard-Lafayette are in Jinghamton," was the reply.

Woolsey-Ramirez turned away and hasted to Jinghamton. He found the walls bedecked with flags and everything in excellent order. In his heart he admired the sight, and thought what an able person was the commander of that army.

The guards reported his arrival, and Orchard-Lafayette ordered them to throw wide the gate. Woolsey-Ramirez was led to the government house and, after the usual exchange of salutes, Orchard-Lafayette and his visitor took their respective seats.

Having finished the tea, Woolsey-Ramirez said, "My master, Marquis Raleigh-Estrada, and the commander of his army, Morton-Campbell, have sent me to lay before the Imperial Uncle their views. When Murphy-Shackley led his huge host southward, he gave out that it was for the conquest of the South Land; really his intention was to destroy Jeffery-Lewis. Happily our army was able to repulse that mighty host and so saved him. Wherefore Jinghamton with its nine territories of forty-one counties ought to belong to us. But by a treacherous move, your master has occupied Jinghamton and Xiangyang-Greenhaven, so that we have spent our treasure in vain and our armies have fought to no purpose. The Imperial Uncle has reaped the benefits to the full. This is not as it should be."

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "Woolsey-Ramirez, you are a man of high intelligence; why do you hold such language? You know the saying that all things turn to their owner. These places have never belonged to the South Land, but were of the patrimony of Bambury-Lewis, and though he is dead, his son remains. Should not the uncle assist the nephew to recover his own? Could my master have refrained?"

"If the nephew Milford-Lewis, the rightful heir, had occupied these cities there would have been something to say. But he is at Jiangxia-Waterford and not here."

"Would you like to see him?" said Orchard-Lafayette.

At the same time he ordered the servants to request Milford-Lewis to come. Thereupon Milford-Lewis at once appeared, supported by two attendants.

Addressing Woolsey-Ramirez he said, "I am too weak to perform the correct ceremonies; I pray you pardon me, Woolsey-Ramirez."

Woolsey-Ramirez said not a word; he was too much taken aback. However, he recovered himself presently and said, "But if the heir had not been here, what then?"

"The heir is living but from day to day; should he go, then--there will be something to talk about."

"Should he die, then you ought to return these cities to us."

"You state the exact facts," said Orchard-Lafayette.

Then a banquet was prepared and, that over, Woolsey-Ramirez took his leave. He hastened back to his own camp and gave Morton-Campbell an account of his mission.

"But what is there for us in the chance of Milford-Lewis' death?" said Morton-Campbell. "He is in his very first youth. When will these places fall to us?"

"Rest content, General; let me guarantee the return of these places."

"But how can you?" asked Morton-Campbell.

"Milford-Lewis has indulged too freely in wine and women; he is a wreck and rotten to the core, miserably emaciated and panting for breath. I will not give him half a year's life. Then I will go to Jeffery-Lewis, and he will be unable to deny the request."

But Morton-Campbell was still unmollified. Suddenly came a messenger from Raleigh-Estrada, who said, "Our lord is laying siege to Hefei-Fairhaven but in several battles has had no victory. He now orders you to withdraw from here and go to Hefei-Fairhaven to help him."

Thereupon Morton-Campbell marched back to Chaisang-Wellington. Having reached home, he began to give attention to the recovery of his health. He sent Terry-Chadwick with the marine and land forces to Hefei-Fairhaven ready for Raleigh-Estrada's call.

Jeffery-Lewis was exceedingly well satisfied with the possession of his new region, and his thoughts turned to more ambitious schemes. Then a certain man came to him to suggest a plan. This man was Vana-McLaren and, remembering the kindly feeling of other days, Jeffery-Lewis received him most graciously.

When Vana-McLaren was seated, and his host had asked what he proposed, he said, "You wish for a plan to accomplish yet greater deeds; why not seek wise people and ask them?"

"Where are these wise people to be found?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

Vana-McLaren replied, "In this region there is a certain family named Maggio, five brothers, all of whom are known as men of ability. The youngest is called Pickett-Maggio. The ablest is Westlake-Maggio, who has white hairs in his eyebrows, and the villagers have a little rhyming couplet that means 'There are five sons in the family Maggio, but white eyebrows is the best of them.' You should get this man to draw up a plan for you."

So Jeffery-Lewis told them to request his presence. Westlake-Maggio came and was received with great respect.

He was asked to suggest a plan for the security of the newly acquired region, and he said, "Attacked as it is on all sides, this region is not one in which one is permanently secure. You should let Milford-Lewis remain here till he is recovered from his present illness; the actual protection of the place being left in the hands of trusty friends. Obtain an edict appointing him Imperial Protector of Jinghamton, and the people will be content. Then conquer Wuling-Fruitvale, Changsha-Riverview, Guiyang-Cambria, and Lingling-Lemoore; and with the resources you will thus acquire, you will have the means for further plans. That should be your policy."

"Which of the four territories should be first taken?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"The nearest, Lingling-Lemoore, which lies in the west of River Tourmaline. The next is Wuling-Fruitvale, and after these the other two."

Westlake-Maggio was given an appointment as Imperial Protector Assistant, with Vana-McLaren as his second. Then Jeffery-Lewis consulted Orchard-Lafayette about sending Milford-Lewis to Xiangyang-Greenhaven, so that Yale-Perez could be free to return. Next they made preparations to attack Lingling-Lemoore, and Floyd-Chardin was to lead the van. Gilbert-Rocher was to guard the rear, while Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette were to command the main body. A fifteen thousand troops were left to hold Jinghamton. Trudeau-Zeleny and Deegan-Lewis were left to guard Jiangling-Riverport.

The Governor of Lingling-Lemoore was Thomson-Lewis. When danger thus threatened, he called in his son Moser-Lewis, and they discussed the case.

The son was very self-confident and said to his father, "Have no anxiety. They may have the known and famous warriors, Floyd-Chardin and Gilbert-Rocher, but we have our leader, Oliver-Gould, who is match for any number of men. He can withstand them."

So Moser-Lewis, with the famous leader, was entrusted with the defense. At the head of a full ten thousand troops, they made a camp about ten miles from the city, with the shelter of hills and a river. Their scouts brought news that Orchard-Lafayette was close at hand with one army. Oliver-Gould decided to check his advance and went forth to oppose him. When both sides were arrayed, Oliver-Gould rode to the front.

In his hand he held a battle-ax called Cleaver of Mountains. In a mighty voice he cried, "Rebels, how comes it that you have dared to enter our territory?"

From the center of the opposing army, where appeared a cluster of yellow flags, there came out a small four-wheeled carriage in which sat, very erect, a certain man dressed in white, with a turban on his head. In one hand he held a feather fan, with which he signed to the warrior to approach. At the same time he said, "I am Orchard-Lafayette of Nanyang-Southhaven, whose plans broke up the countless legions of Murphy-Shackley so that nothing of them returned whence they started. How then can you hope to oppose me? I now offer you peace, and it will be well for you to surrender."

Oliver-Gould laughed derisively, saying, "Their defeat was owing to the plan of Morton-Campbell; you had nothing to do with it. How dare you try to deceive me?"

So saying he swung up his battle-ax and came running toward Orchard-Lafayette. But Orchard-Lafayette turned his carriage and retired within the lines which closed up behind him. Oliver-Gould came rushing on. As he reached the array, the troops fell away on both sides and let him enter. Well within he looked round for his chief opponent. Seeing a yellow flag moving along quietly, he concluded that Orchard-Lafayette was with it and so followed it. When the flag had gone over the shoulder of a hill it stopped. Then suddenly as if the earth had opened and swallowed it up, the four-wheeled carriage disappeared, while in its place came a ferocious warrior, with a long octane-serpent halberd in his hand and mounted on a curvetting steed. It was Floyd-Chardin, who dashed at Oliver-Gould with a tremendous roar.

Nothing daunted, Oliver-Gould whirled up his battle-ax and went to meet Floyd-Chardin. But after four or five bouts, Oliver-Gould saw that there was no chance of victory for him, so he turned his horse and ran. Floyd-Chardin pursued, the air shaking with the thunder of his voice.

Then the ambushing troops appeared. Oliver-Gould, nothing daunted, rushed into their midst. But in front appeared another warrior barring the way, who called out, "Do you know me? I am Gilbert-Rocher of Changshan-Piedmont."

Oliver-Gould knew that all was over; he could neither fight nor fly. So he dismounted and gave in. He was fettered and taken to camp, where were Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette. Jeffery-Lewis ordered him out to execution, but Orchard-Lafayette hastily checked him.

"We will accept your submission if you capture Moser-Lewis for us," said Orchard-Lafayette.

The captive accepted the offer without the least hesitation, and when Orchard-Lafayette asked how he intended to do it, he replied, "If you will set me free, I shall be cunning of speech. If you raid the camp this evening, you will find me your helper on the inside. I will make Moser-Lewis a prisoner and will hand him over to you. He being captured, his father will surrender at once."

Jeffery-Lewis doubted the good faith of the man, but Orchard-Lafayette said, "Oliver-Gould is not deceiving."

Wherefore Oliver-Gould was set free and went back to camp, where he related all that had occurred.

"What can we do?" asked Moser-Lewis.

"We can meet trick with trick. Put soldiers in ambush tonight outside our camp while within everything will appear as usual. When Orchard-Lafayette comes we shall capture him."

The ambush was prepared. At the second watch an army came out of the darkness and appeared in the gate. Each carried a torch and they began to set fire to all about them. Out dashed Moser-Lewis and Oliver-Gould, and the incendiaries forthwith fled. The two warriors pursued them, but the fugitives ran and then suddenly disappeared at about three miles from the camp. Much surprised the two turned to wend their way back to their own camp.

It was still burning for no one had extinguished the flames. Soon from behind them came out Floyd-Chardin. Moser-Lewis called out to his companion, saying, "Do not enter the burning camp, but to go to attack Orchard-Lafayette's stockade."

Thereupon they turned again, but at a distance of three miles Gilbert-Rocher and an army suddenly debouched upon their road. Gilbert-Rocher attacked and slew Oliver-Gould by a spear thrust. Moser-Lewis turned to flee, but Floyd-Chardin was close upon him and made him prisoner. He was thrown across a horse, bound, and taken to camp. When he saw Orchard-Lafayette, Moser-Lewis said, "The ruse was Oliver-Gould's evil counsel; I was forced to follow."

Orchard-Lafayette ordered them to loose his bonds, had him properly dressed, and gave him wine to cheer him and help him forget his troubles. When he was recovered, he was told to go to his father and persuade him to yield.

"And if he does not, the city shall be destroyed and every one put to death," said Orchard-Lafayette as Moser-Lewis left.

The son returned to the city and told his father these things. Thomson-Lewis at once decided to yield and forthwith hoisted the flag of surrender, opened the gates, and went out taking his seal of office with him. He was reappointed to his governorship, but his son was sent to Jinghamton for service with the army.

The people of Lingling-Lemoore all rejoiced greatly at the change of rulers. Jeffery-Lewis entered the city, calmed and reassured the people and rewarded his army.

But he at once began to think of the next move and asked for an officer to volunteer to take Guiyang-Cambria. Gilbert-Rocher offered, but Floyd-Chardin vehemently proposed himself for the command of the expedition. So they wrangled and contended.

Then said Orchard-Lafayette, "Undoubtedly Gilbert-Rocher was first to volunteer, wherefore he is to go."

Still Floyd-Chardin opposed and insisted on going. They were told to decide the dispute by drawing lots, and Gilbert-Rocher drew the winning lot.

Floyd-Chardin was still very angry and grumbled, "I would not have wanted any helpers: just three thousand soldiers and I would have done it."

"I also only want three thousand soldiers," said Gilbert-Rocher. "And if I fail, I am willing to suffer the penalties."

Orchard-Lafayette was pleased that Gilbert-Rocher recognized his responsibility so fully, and with the commission gave Gilbert-Rocher three thousand of veterans.

Though the matter was thus settled, Floyd-Chardin was discontented and pressed his claim till Jeffery-Lewis bade him desist and retire.

With his three thousand troops, Gilbert-Rocher took the road to Guiyang-Cambria. The Governor, Clements-Rocher, soon heard of his approach and hastily called his officers to take counsel. Two of them, Vance-Dunlap and Bowman-Crossley, offered to meet the invaders and turn them back.

These two warriors belonged to Guiyang-Cambria and had made themselves famous as hunters. Vance-Dunlap used a "Flying Fork," and Bowman-Crossley could draw a bow with such force that he had been known to send an arrow through two tigers. So strong were they, as well as bold.

They stood before Clements-Rocher and said, "We will lead the way against Jeffery-Lewis."

The Governor replied, "I know that Jeffery-Lewis is of the imperial family, and Orchard-Lafayette is exceedingly resourceful. Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin are very bold. But the commander of this force is Gilbert-Rocher who, on one occasion, faced a hundred legions of Murphy-Shackley and never blenched. Our small force here cannot stand against such people. We shall have to yield."

"Let me go out to fight," said Vance-Dunlap. "If I cannot capture Gilbert-Rocher, then you can yield."

The Governor could not resist him and gave his consent. Then Vance-Dunlap, with three thousand troops, went forth; and soon the two armies came within sight of each other. When Vance-Dunlap's army was drawn up, he girded on his flying fork and rode to the front. Gilbert-Rocher gripped his spear and rode to meet him.

Gilbert-Rocher began to rail at Vance-Dunlap, saying, "My master is the brother of Bambury-Lewis to whom belonged this land. Now he is supporting his nephew, the heir and son of Bambury-Lewis. Having taken Jinghamton, I am come to soothe and comfort the people here. Why then do you oppose me?"

"We are supporters of the Prime Minister Murphy-Shackley and are no followers of your master," was the reply.

Gilbert-Rocher, waxing angry, firmly grasped his spear and rode forward. His opponent twirled the flying fork and advanced. The horses met, but after four or five encounters Vance-Dunlap, realizing that there was no hope of victory, turned and fled. Gilbert-Rocher followed. Suddenly turning, Vance-Dunlap got close to Gilbert-Rocher and flung the fork. Gilbert-Rocher deftly caught it and threw it back. Vance-Dunlap dodged away, but Gilbert-Rocher soon caught him up, seized, dragged him out of the saddle, and threw him to the ground. Then Gilbert-Rocher called up his soldiers and they bound the prisoner. Vance-Dunlap was taken to the camp, while his troops scattered and fled.

"I thought you would not dare a combat with me," said Gilbert-Rocher to the prisoner when they had returned to camp. "However, I am not going to put you to death. You are free. But persuade your master to yield."

Vance-Dunlap asked pardon, put his hands over his head, and fled like a frightened rat. When he reached his city, he told the Governor all these things.

"My original desire was to yield, but you insisted on fighting, and this is what it has brought you to."

So spoke the Governor. He bade Vance-Dunlap begone and then prepared his letter of submission and put up his seal. With a small party, Clements-Rocher went out of the city and wended his way to Gilbert-Rocher's camp. Gilbert-Rocher received him graciously, offered him wine, and then accepted the seal of office.

After the wine had gone round several times, Clements-Rocher became talkative, saying, "General, your surname is the same as mine, and five centuries ago we were one family. You are from Changshan-Piedmont, and so am I. Moreover we are from the same village. If you do not mind, we might swear brotherhood. I should be very happy."

Gilbert-Rocher was pleased and they compared ages. They were of the same year. However, Gilbert-Rocher was the elder by four months, and so Clements-Rocher made his bow as younger brother. The two men, having so many things in common, were very pleased with each other and seemed fitted to be close friends.

At eventide the feast broke up, and the late Governor returned to his dwelling. Next day Clements-Rocher requested Gilbert-Rocher to enter the city, where, after Gilbert-Rocher had assured the people of their safety, he went to a banquet at the state residence. When they had become mellow with wine, the Governor invited Gilbert-Rocher into the inner quarters, where wine was again served. When Gilbert-Rocher was a little intoxicated, his host bade a woman come forth and offer a cup of wine to the guest.

The woman was dressed entirely in white silk, and her beauty was such as to overthrow cities and ruin states.

"Who is she?" asked Gilbert-Rocher.

"My sister-in-law; she is of the Leaf family."

Gilbert-Rocher at once changed his look and treated her with deference. When she had offered the cup, the host told her to be seated and join the party, but Gilbert-Rocher declined this addition to the evening and the lady withdrew.

"Why did you trouble your sister-in-law to present wine to me, Brother?" asked Gilbert-Rocher.

"There is a reason," said the host smiling. "I pray you let me tell you. My brother died three years ago and left her a widow. But this cannot be regarded as the end of the story. I have often advised her to marry again, but she said she would only do so if three conditions were satisfied in one man's person. The suitor must be famous for literary grace and warlike exploits, secondly, handsome and highly esteemed and, thirdly, of the same name as our own. Now where in all the world was such a combination likely to be found? Yet here are you, Brother, dignified, handsome, and prepossessing, a man whose name is known all over the wide world and of the desired name. You exactly fulfill my sister's ambitions. If you do not find her too plain, I should like her to marry you and I will provide a dowry. What think you of such an alliance, such a bond of relationship?"

But Gilbert-Rocher rose in anger, shouting, "As I have just sworn brotherhood with you, is not your sister-in-law my sister-in-law? How could you think of bringing such confusion into the relationship?"

Shame suffused Clements-Rocher's face, and he said, "I only thought of being kind to you; why are you so very rude to me?"

Clements-Rocher looked right and left to his attendants with murder in his eye. Gilbert-Rocher raised his fist and knocked him down.

Then he strode out of the place, mounted, and rode out of the city.

Clements-Rocher at once called in his two generals.

Vance-Dunlap said, "He has gone away in a rage, which means that we shall have to fight him."

"I greatly fear you will lose," said Clements-Rocher.

"We will pretend to be deserters," said Bowman-Crossley, "and so get among his soldiers. When you challenge him, we will suddenly catch him."

"We shall have to take some others with us," said Vance-Dunlap.

"Five hundred troops will be ample," said Bowman-Crossley.

So in the night the two men and their followers ran over to Gilbert-Rocher's camp to desert.

Gilbert-Rocher understood the trick they would play, but he called them in, and they said, "When Clements-Rocher tempted you with that fair lady, he wanted to make you drunk and get you into the private apartments so that he might murder you and send your head to Murphy-Shackley. Yes; he was as wicked as that even. We saw you go away in anger, and we thought that would mean grave trouble for us, and so we have deserted."

Gilbert-Rocher listened with simulated joy, and he had wine served to the two men, and pressed them to drink so that they were quite overcome. When this was done, he had both bound with cords, called up their followers, and asked them whether this was real or pretended desertion, and they told him the truth.

Then he gave the soldiers wine and said, "Those who wanted to harm me are your leaders and not you. If you do as I tell you, you shall be well rewarded."

The soldiers threw themselves to the ground and promised obedience. Thereupon the two leaders--Vance-Dunlap and Bowman-Crossley--were beheaded. Their five hundred troops were made to lead the way and act as screen for a whole thousand of horsemen, and the party set out at full speed for Guiyang-Cambria. When they got there, they summoned the gate and said that they had slain Gilbert-Rocher and had got back. And they wished to speak with the Governor.

Those on the wall lighted flares and inspected those at the gate. Surely enough they wore the uniforms of their own people, and Clements-Rocher went out to them. He was immediately seized and made prisoner. Then Gilbert-Rocher entered the city, restored order, and sent off swift messengers to Jeffery-Lewis who at once, with his adviser, came to Guiyang-Cambria.

When they had taken their seats, the late Governor was brought in and placed at the foot of the steps. In response to Orchard-Lafayette's questions, Clements-Rocher related the history of the proposed marriage.

Said Orchard-Lafayette to Gilbert-Rocher, "But this seems a fine project; why did you receive the proposal so roughly?"

Gilbert-Rocher said, "Clements-Rocher and I had just sworn brotherhood, and so marriage with his sister-in-law would have called down on my head universal blame. That is one reason. Another is that I should have made his sister fail to keep her dutiful chastity. And thirdly, I did not know whether I might trust such a proposal from one who had just yielded to force. My lord, your position as a recent victor was one of danger, and could I risk the failure of your plans for the sake of a woman?"

Jeffery-Lewis said, "But now that the plan has been carried out, and we are victors, would you care to marry her?"

"There are other women in the world. All my fear is for the building of a reputation. What is a family to me?"

"You are indeed right honorable," said Jeffery-Lewis.

Clements-Rocher was released and restored to the governorship. Gilbert-Rocher was conspicuously rewarded.

But Floyd-Chardin was angry and disappointed.

"So Gilbert-Rocher gets all the praise, and I am worth nothing," cried he. "Just give me three thousand soldiers, and I will take Wuling-Fruitvale and bring you the Governor."

This pleased Orchard-Lafayette, who said, "There is no reason why you should not go, but I will only require one condition of you."

The condition that Orchard-Lafayette made will appear in the next chapter.

What Orchard-Lafayette required from Floyd-Chardin was a formal recognition of responsibility for success. Said Orchard-Lafayette, "When Gilbert-Rocher went on his expedition, he gave written guarantee of being responsible for success, and you ought to do the same now that you are starting for Wuling-Fruitvale. In that case you may have men and start."

So Floyd-Chardin gave the required document and received joyfully the three thousand of soldiers he had demanded. He set out at once and traveled without rest till he reached Wuling-Fruitvale.

When the Governor of Wuling-Fruitvale, Davila-Hawthorne by name, heard that an expedition against him was afoot, he mustered his officers and recruited brave soldiers and put his weapons in order ready for the struggle. And his army moved out of the city.

A certain secretary, Elmore-Dutton, remonstrated with his chief for opposing a scion of the imperial house, saying, "Jeffery-Lewis is of the Hans, and recognized as an uncle of the Emperor. All the world knows he is kindly and righteous. Added to that his brother Floyd-Chardin is extraordinarily bold. We cannot face them in battle with hope of success. Our best course is to give in."

But his master angrily replied, "Do you want to play the traitor and take the side of the rebels and help them?"

Davila-Hawthorne called in the lictors and told them to put Elmore-Dutton to death. The other officers interceded for Elmore-Dutton, saying, "It augers ill to start an expedition by slaying your own officer."

So the Governor merely sent Elmore-Dutton sway. He himself led the army out of the city. After marching seven miles, he met with Floyd-Chardin's army.

Floyd-Chardin at once rode to the front, spear ready to thrust, and opened with a shout. Davila-Hawthorne turned to his officers and asked who would go out to fight him, but no one replied; they were too afraid.

So the Governor himself galloped out, flourishing his sword. Seeing him advance, Floyd-Chardin shouted in a voice of thunder. Poor Davila-Hawthorne was seized with panic, turned pale and could not go on. He turned his steed and fled. Then Floyd-Chardin and his army went in pursuit and smote the fugitives, chasing them to the city wall.

Here the fugitives were greeted by a flight of arrows from their own wall. Greatly frightened, Davila-Hawthorne looked up to see what this meant, and there was Elmore-Dutton, who had opposed him, standing on the wall.

"You brought defeat upon yourself because you opposed the will of God," cried the traitor. "I and the people with me are determined to yield to Jeffery-Lewis."

Just as Elmore-Dutton finished speaking, an arrow wounded Davila-Hawthorne in the face and he fell to the ground. Thereupon his own troops cut off his head, which they forthwith presented to Floyd-Chardin. Elmore-Dutton then went out and made formal submission, and Floyd-Chardin bade him take his letter and the seal to Guiyang-Cambria to Jeffery-Lewis, who was pleased to hear of Floyd-Chardin's success and gave the governorship to Elmore-Dutton. Soon after Jeffery-Lewis came to Wuling-Fruitvale in person and soothed the people.

This done he wrote to Yale-Perez telling him Gilbert-Rocher and Floyd-Chardin had gained a territory each.

Yale-Perez at once wrote back and said, "Changsha-Riverview is yet to be taken; and if I am not thought too feeble, I would like to be sent to attack it."

Jeffery-Lewis agreed and sent Floyd-Chardin to relieved his brother, whom Jeffery-Lewis ordered to return and prepare for an expedition to Changsha-Riverview. Yale-Perez came and went in to see his elder brother and Orchard-Lafayette.

At this interview Orchard-Lafayette said, "Gilbert-Rocher has taken Guiyang-Cambria, and Floyd-Chardin Wuling-Fruitvale. Both successful warriors have done their work with three thousand troops. The Governor of Changsha-Riverview, Shook-Benoit, was not worth mentioning, but there was a certain general with him, named Sheffield-Maddox, who had to be reckoned with.

"Sheffield-Maddox is a native of Nanyang-Southhaven. He used to be in the service of Bambury-Lewis and was a colleague Bambury-Lewis' nephew, Pearsall-Lewis, when he was in command of Changsha-Riverview. After Bambury-Lewis' death, he joined Shook-Benoit when he took command of the city. Now, although he is nearly sixty, he is a man to be feared and a warrior of a thousand. You ought to take a larger number of troops."

Yale-Perez replied, "Instructor, what makes you damp another man's ardor to fight and do away with your own dignity? I do not think the old leader need be discussed, and I do not think I require three companies of soldiers. Give me my own five hundred of swordsmen, and I will have the heads of both Shook-Benoit and Sheffield-Maddox to sacrifice to our standard."

Jeffery-Lewis resisted this decision of Yale-Perez, but Yale-Perez would not give way. He just took his five hundred and set out.

"If he is not careful how he attacks Sheffield-Maddox, there will be a mishap," said Orchard-Lafayette. "You must go to support him."

Jeffery-Lewis accordingly, at the head of another and larger party, set out toward Changsha-Riverview.

Governor Shook-Benoit of Changsha-Riverview was of hasty temperament with small compunction in matters of life and death and was universally hated. When he heard of the army coming against him, he called his veteran leader, Sheffield-Maddox, to ask advice.

The latter said, "Do not be distressed; this sword of mine and my bow are equal to the slaughter of all who may come."

Sheffield-Maddox had been very strong and could bend the three-hundred-pound bow and was a most perfect archer.

When Sheffield-Maddox referred to his prowess, a certain man spoke up and said, "Let not the veteran General go out to battle. Trust to my right arm, and you shall have this Yale-Perez a prisoner in your hands."

The speaker was General Boone-Ingram. The Governor accepted his offer and told off a thousand troops to go with him, and they quickly rode out of the city. About fifteen miles from the city, they observed a great cloud of dust approaching and soon distinguished the invaders. Boone-Ingram set his spear and rode to the front to abuse and fight. Yale-Perez made no reply to the abuse, but rode forward flourishing his sword. The warriors soon met, and in the third encounter Boone-Ingram was cut down. Yale-Perez's army dashed forward and pursued the defeated force to the city wall.

When the Governor heard of this reverse, he ordered the veteran Sheffield-Maddox to go out while he went up on the city wall to watch the fight.

Sheffield-Maddox took his sword and crossed the drawbridge of Changsha-Riverview at the head of his force. Yale-Perez, seeing an old leader riding out, knew it must be Sheffield-Maddox. Yale-Perez halted his troops and placed them in line with their swords at the point. Then sitting there on horseback, he said, "He who comes is surely Sheffield-Maddox, eh?"

"Since you know me, how dare you come within my boundaries?" replied the veteran.

"I have come expressly to get your head!"

Then the combat began. They fought a hundred and more bouts, and neither seemed nearer victory. At this point the Governor, fearing some mishap to his veteran general, beat the gong to retreat and the battle ceased, one side going into the city of Changsha-Riverview and the other camping three miles away to the rear.

Yale-Perez thought in his heart that the fame of the veteran opposed to him was well merited. He had fought a hundred bouts and discovered never a weak spot. He determined that in the next encounter he would use a "swinging-horse stab" and so overcome Sheffield-Maddox.

Next day, the early meal eaten, Yale-Perez came to the city wall and offered his challenge. The Governor seated himself on the city wall and bade his veteran warrior go out to accept it. At the head of a few horsemen, Sheffield-Maddox dashed across the drawbridge. The two champions engaged, and at the end of half a hundred bouts neither had the advantage. On both sides the soldiers cheered lustily.

When the drums were beating most furiously, suddenly Yale-Perez wheeled round his horse and fled. Of course Sheffield-Maddox followed. Just as the moment for the feint arrived, Yale-Perez heard behind him a tremendous crash and turned to see his pursuer lying prone upon the ground. Sheffield-Maddox's steed had stumbled and thrown him.

Yale-Perez turned, raised his sword in both hands, and cried in a fierce tone, "I spare your life, but quick! Get another horse and come again to battle."

Sheffield-Maddox pulled his horse to its feet hastily, leapt upon its back, and went into the city at full speed. The Governor was astonished and asked for an account of the accident.

"The horse is too old," replied Sheffield-Maddox.

"Why did you not shoot since your aim is so perfect?" asked the Governor.

"I will try again tomorrow," said Sheffield-Maddox. "Then I will run away as if overcome, and so tempt him to the drawbridge and then shoot him."

Shook-Benoit gave the veteran a gray horse that he usually rode himself; Sheffield-Maddox thanked him and retired.

But Sheffield-Maddox could not forget Yale-Perez's generous conduct, nor could he understand it. He could not make up his mind to shoot the man who had spared his life. Yet if he did not shoot, he betrayed his duty as a soldier. It was very perplexing, and the whole night spent in thinking it over found him still undecided.

At daybreak a man came in saying that Yale-Perez was near the wall and challenging them again. So Sheffield-Maddox gave order to go out.

Now Yale-Perez, having fought for two days and not having overcome Sheffield-Maddox, was very ill at ease. So he called up all his dignity when he went forth to fight that day. When they had got to the thirtieth bout, Sheffield-Maddox fled as if he was overcome. Yale-Perez pursued.

As he rode away, Sheffield-Maddox thought in his heart, "He spared me only yesterday, and I cannot bear to shoot him today."

Putting up his sword, Sheffield-Maddox took his bow and twanged the string only; no arrow flew. Yale-Perez dodged, but seeing no arrow in the air, he retook the pursuit. Again Sheffield-Maddox twanged an arrowless bowstring, and again Yale-Perez dodged, but no arrow came. Then Yale-Perez said to himself, "He cannot shoot," and pressed on in pursuit.

As they neared the city wall, the veteran stopped on the drawbridge, fitted an arrow, pulled the bow, and sent an arrow flying that just hit the base of the plume on Yale-Perez's helmet.

The soldiers shouted at the display of marksmanship. Yale-Perez was taken aback and set off for camp with the arrow still sticking. Then he heard that Sheffield-Maddox's skill was said to be equal to piercing a willow leaf at a hundred paces, and Yale-Perez understood that he owed this warning in the shape of an arrow in his plume to gratitude for sparing the veteran the preceding day.

Both withdrew. But when the veteran leader went up on the wall to see the Governor, he was at once seized.

"What have I done?" cried Sheffield-Maddox.

"I have seen these last three days that you were fooling me; you were slack the day before yesterday, which proved you had some sinister intention. Yesterday, when your horse stumbled and he spared you, it showed that you were in league with him. And today you twice twanged a vain bowstring, while at the third shot you only hit your opponent's helmet. Dare you say there is no secret understanding in all this? If I do not put you to death, it will assuredly redound to my own hurt."

Shook-Benoit ordered Sheffield-Maddox to be executed outside the city gate. Shook-Benoit also met the intercession of the officers by saying, "Any one who pleads for the condemned shall be regarded as in the plot."

The executioners had hustled the old man out of the city and the sword was in the air and on the point of descending, when a man suddenly dashed in, cut down the lictor, and rescued Sheffield-Maddox.

"Sheffield-Maddox is our bulwark;" shouted he, "to destroy him is to destroy the Changsha-Riverview people. This Governor is too fierce and cruel, too lightly values good people, and is too arrogant toward his officers. We ought rather to kill him, and those who will, let them follow me."

All eyes turned toward this bold speaker, who was bronzed and had eyes like the Cowherd's star. Some of them knew him as Oakley-Dobbins, a native of Yiyang-Ashton. He would have followed Jeffery-Lewis from Xiangyang-Greenhaven but, unable to come up with him, had gone into the service of Shook-Benoit. Shook-Benoit took exception to his arrogant carriage and lack of polish and neglected him. And so Oakley-Dobbins had remained in the city without office.

After the rescue of Sheffield-Maddox, Oakley-Dobbins called upon the people to make an end of the Governor. He waved his arm and shouted to the people. Soon he had a following of several hundreds. Sheffield-Maddox could not stop them. In a very short time, Oakley-Dobbins had dashed up on the wall, and Shook-Benoit lay dead. Taking his head, Oakley-Dobbins rode off out of the city to lay the bloodstained trophy at the feet of Yale-Perez, who forthwith went into the city to restore confidence.

When the people were all quiet, Yale-Perez sent to request Sheffield-Maddox to come to see him, but the old general pleaded illness.

Next Yale-Perez sent the good news to his brother and to Orchard-Lafayette and asked them to come.

Soon after Yale-Perez had left to capture Changsha-Riverview, Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette had followed him up with supports in case of need. While on the march, a black flag was furled backwards and a crow flew over from north to south croaking thrice as it passed.

"What good or evil things do these omens presage?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

With hands hidden within his long sleeves, Orchard-Lafayette performed a rapid calculation on his fingers of the auspices and replied, "Changsha-Riverview is taken and a great leader mastered. We shall know soon after noon."

Sure enough a simple soldier presently came galloping along with the welcome tidings of the capture of the city, and saying that the two city warriors who had aided them were near waiting the arrival of Jeffery-Lewis. Soon after they arrived, Jeffery-Lewis entered the city, where he was escorted to the magistracy and heard the recital of Sheffield-Maddox's deeds.

Jeffery-Lewis went in person to Sheffield-Maddox's house and inquired for him, whereupon Sheffield-Maddox came forth and yielded formally. Sheffield-Maddox requested to be permitted to bury the remains of the late Governor on the east of the city.

Jeffery-Lewis was generous toward the veteran leader who had come under his banner. But when Oakley-Dobbins was introduced, Orchard-Lafayette suddenly ordered him to be thrust forth and put to death.

"He has merit; he has committed no fault," exclaimed Jeffery-Lewis. "Why slay him?"

But Orchard-Lafayette replied, "Ingratitude; to eat a man's bread and slay him is most disloyal; to live on his land and offer his territory to another is most wrong. He will certainly turn against his new master. Wherefore it is well to put him to death and prevent him from doing harm."

"If we slay this man, others who may wish to surrender will be deterred by the danger. I pray you forgive him."

Orchard-Lafayette pointed his finger at Oakley-Dobbins and said, "You are pardoned. You would do well to be perfectly faithful to your lord as well as grateful. Do not let a single thought stray elsewhere, or I will have your head by fair means or foul."

Oakley-Dobbins made a low obeisance.

Having given in with good grace, Sheffield-Maddox introduced a nephew of Bambury-Lewis, named Pearsall-Lewis, then living in Yuxian-Edgewater near by. Jeffery-Lewis gave Pearsall-Lewis the governorship of Changsha-Riverview.

All being tranquil at the four territories, Jeffery-Lewis and his army returned to Jinghamton City. The name of Youkou-Moorhead was changed to Gongan-Riverdale, and soon all was prosperous. Able people from all sides came to assist in the administration. Guards were placed at strategic points.

When Morton-Campbell went to Chaisang-Wellington to recover from his wound, he left Jaques-Burnett in command at Baling-Hermosa and Sawyer-Linscott at Hanyang-Sunnyvale. The fleet was shared between these two places to be ready to move when required. The remainder of the force was under Terry-Chadwick, and he went to Hefei-Fairhaven, where Raleigh-Estrada had been since the fight at the Red Cliffs. Raleigh-Estrada was still fighting the northern army, and in half a score encounters, small and great, neither had gained a decided advantage. Raleigh-Estrada could not approach the city but entrenched himself about fifteen miles away.

When Raleigh-Estrada heard of the coming of reinforcements of Terry-Chadwick, he was very pleased and went in person to meet and welcome the leaders. Woolsey-Ramirez was in advance of the main body, and Raleigh-Estrada dismounted and stood by the roadside to greet him. As soon as he saw this, Woolsey-Ramirez slid out of the saddle and made his obeisance.

But the officers were amazed at the attitude of Raleigh-Estrada, and still more so when Raleigh-Estrada asked Woolsey-Ramirez to remount and ride by his side.

Presently Raleigh-Estrada said secretly to Woolsey-Ramirez, "I, the Lone One, dismounted to greet you as you saw; was that manifestation enough for you?"

"No," replied Woolsey-Ramirez.

"Then what further can I do?"

"I want to see your authority and virtue spread over the four seas and enfold the nine regions, and you yourself playing your part as emperor. Then will my name be inscribed in the annals, and I shall indeed be known."

Raleigh-Estrada clapped his hands and laughed gleefully.

When they reached the camp, a banquet was prepared and the services of the new arrivals were praised and glorified.

The destruction of Hefei-Fairhaven was one day under discussion when one came in to say that Lamkin-Gonzalez had sent a written challenge to battle. Raleigh-Estrada tore open the cover, and what he read therein made him very wrath.

"This Lamkin-Gonzalez has insulted me grossly," said he. "He hears that Terry-Chadwick has arrived and sends a challenge. Tomorrow, O newly-come warriors, you shall see me fight with him. You shall have no share in the battle."

Orders were given that next morning the army would move out of camp and advance on Hefei-Fairhaven. Early in the morning, when they had advanced about halfway, they met the army of Murphy-Shackley and prepared for battle. Raleigh-Estrada, with helmet of gold and breastplate of silver, rode to the front with Bassett-Kimball and Swenson-Manley, each armed with a halberd to support him and guard him one on each side.

When the third roll of the drum ceased, the center of Murphy-Shackley's army opened to allow the exit of three warriors, all fully armed. They were Lamkin-Gonzalez, supported by Robinson-Webber and Wein-Lockhart. Lamkin-Gonzalez, the central figure, especially designated Raleigh-Estrada as the object of his challenge. Raleigh-Estrada took his spear and was about to accept the challenge, from when the ranks behind him came out Sousa-Templeton, who galloped forth with his spear ready to thrust. Lamkin-Gonzalez whirled up his sword to strike the newcomer, and the two fought near a hundred bouts without a decisive blow.

Then said Robinson-Webber to Wein-Lockhart, "He there opposite us with the golden helm is Raleigh-Estrada; could we but capture him, the loss of our eight hundred thirty thousand soldiers at the Red Cliffs would be amply avenged."

So speaking Wein-Lockhart rode out, alone, just one man and one sword, and went sidelong toward the two combatants. Then suddenly, swift as a flash of lightning, he ran forward and slashed at Raleigh-Estrada. But Raleigh-Estrada's two guards were too quick for him. Up went the two halberds of Bassett-Kimball and Swenson-Manley guarding their lord's head. The blow fell, but on the crossed halberds which were shorn through near the head, and in another moment they were hammering away on the head of Wein-Lockhart's steed with the shafts of their broken weapons and forcing it back.

Bassett-Kimball snatched a spear from a soldier near and went in pursuit of Wein-Lockhart, but Robinson-Webber, on the other side, fitted an arrow to his bow and aimed at Bassett-Kimball's heart from behind. And Bassett-Kimball fell as the bowstring twanged.

Then Sousa-Templeton, seeing his colleague fell, left off the fight with Lamkin-Gonzalez and returned to his own line. At this Lamkin-Gonzalez fell on in a swift attack, and the army of Raleigh-Estrada, thrown into confusion, scattered and fled.

Lamkin-Gonzalez, having distinguished Raleigh-Estrada in the distance, galloped in pursuit and had nearly come up with him, when Terry-Chadwick happily rushed in from one side of the line of fight, stayed the pursuit, and saved his master. Lamkin-Gonzalez withdrew to Hefei-Fairhaven. Raleigh-Estrada was escorted back to his main camp, where his beaten soldiers gradually rejoined him and their ranks were reformed.

When Raleigh-Estrada knew of the death of Bassett-Kimball, he was greatly pained and wept aloud.

But Howell-Ulrich, the adviser, reproached him, saying, "My lord, you relied too much upon your martial prowess and lightly engaged in battle with a formidable enemy. Every person in the army was chilled with fear, and you lost a general and some of your banners. It is not for you to exhibit prowess on the actual battlefield and encroach upon the duties of a general. Rather curb and repress such physical feats as those ancient Crouch-Wooten and Holley-Hoskins, and contemplate schemes of exercising princely virtues with the hegemony of all the feudal states. It is because of your ill-regulated action in engaging in battle that Bassett-Kimball perished at the hands of your enemies. Hereafter you should regard as most important your personal safety."

"Yes; it is indeed a fault," said Raleigh-Estrada. "I will reform."

Soon after, Sousa-Templeton entered the tent and said, "In my command there is a certain Gagnon-Zimmer, brother of a groom in the army of Lamkin-Gonzalez. This servant is deeply resentful on account of a punishment inflicted upon him and is anxious to be revenged. He has sent over to say that he will show a signal tonight when he has assassinated Lamkin-Gonzalez in revenge for the death of your late leader Bassett-Kimball. I wish to take some troops over to await this signal to attack."

"Where is Gagnon-Zimmer?" asked Raleigh-Estrada.

"Gagnon-Zimmer has mingled with the enemy and gone into the city. Let me have five thousand soldiers."

Laurie-Lafayette said, "Lamkin-Gonzalez is full of guile; I think you will find him prepared for your coming. Be careful."

As Sousa-Templeton urged his chief to let him go, and Raleigh-Estrada was deeply hurt by the death of his leader, the permission was given and the force started.

Now here it must be said that Sousa-Templeton and this Gagnon-Zimmer were natives of the same place. Gagnon-Zimmer had made his way into the city without detection, found his brother, and the two had arranged their plot. Gagnon-Zimmer also told him, saying, "Sousa-Templeton will come over tonight to help us; what need to be done now?"

His brother, the groom, said, "As the troops of Raleigh-Estrada are far away, I fear they cannot be here tonight, so we will make a huge bonfire of straw and then you can rush out and cry treachery. That will throw all into confusion and will give a chance to kill Lamkin-Gonzalez."

"This is an excellent plan," said Gagnon-Zimmer.

Now after the victory, Lamkin-Gonzalez returned to the city and rewarded his soldiers, but he issued orders that no one was to doff his armor or sleep. His attendants said, "You have gained a great victory today, and the enemy are far away. You might doff your armor and get some repose."

But Lamkin-Gonzalez replied, "That is not the way of a leader. A victory is no reason for rejoicing, nor should a defeat cause sadness. If those of the South Land suspect that I am unprepared, they will attack; and we must be ready to repel them. Be ready tonight and be doubly careful."

Scarcely had he said this than a fire started and cries of "Treachery!" arose. Many rushed to tell the leader, who went out and called together his guard of about half a score. They took up a commanding position in the way.

Those about him said, "The shouts are insistent; you ought to go and see what it means."

"A whole city cannot be traitors," said Lamkin-Gonzalez. "Some discontented person has frightened the soldiers. If I see any one doing so, I will slay him."

Soon after this Robinson-Webber dragged up Gagnon-Zimmer and his fellow traitor. After a few brief questions, they were beheaded.

Then arose a great noise, shouting and the rolling of drums was heard outside the gate.

"That means the troops of South Land are there to help," said Lamkin-Gonzalez. "But we will destroy them by a simple ruse."

He bade them light torches and yell "Treachery! Rebellion!" and throw open the city gates and let down the drawbridge.

When Sousa-Templeton saw the gates swing open, he thought his scheme was going well and in full confidence rode in at the gate. But just at the entrance a signal bomb suddenly exploded, and the enemy arrows came down on him like pelting rain. Then he knew he had fallen into a snare and turned to ride out. But he was wounded in many places. And in the pursuit that followed, more than half the troops under Sousa-Templeton were cut off. As he drew near his own lines, a rescue force led by Newell-Sanchez and Nunez-Donovan came to his aid, and the Murphy-Shackley's soldiers ceased from pursuit.

Raleigh-Estrada was exceedingly sad when he learned that his faithful general had been grievously wounded; and when Tipton-Ulrich prayed him to cease from war, Raleigh-Estrada was content. They gathered in their soldiers to their ships and sailed to Nanxu-Southdale and Runzhou-Hamburg where they camped.

Meanwhile Sousa-Templeton was dying.

When his lord went to ask how he fared, he cried, "When a worthy person is born into a turbulent world, he has to be a soldier and gird on a three-span sword to step on the mountains to mend the sky. I have not rendered great service. Why must I die before I have attained my desire?"

These were his last words; he was forty-one years of age.

Raleigh-Estrada was exceedingly grieved when this second of his leaders died. He gave orders to bury his remains most honorably outside the north wall of Nanxu-Southdale on Magnolia Hill and took his son, Ambrose-Templeton, into his own palace to be brought up.

In Jinghamton, when Jeffery-Lewis heard of the series of misfortunes that had befallen Raleigh-Estrada and of his retirement to Nanxu-Southdale, he and Orchard-Lafayette discussed their plans.

Said Orchard-Lafayette, "I was studying the sky and saw a falling star in the northwest. The imperial family is to suffer a loss."

Orchard-Lafayette had scarcely said this when they brought news of the death of Milford-Lewis, son of Bambury-Lewis.

Jeffery-Lewis at once began to wail bitterly. But his adviser said to him, "Life and death are beyond our control, wherefore weep not, my lord, for grief harms the body. Rather consider what is necessary to be done. Send some one to assume control and make arrangements for the interment."

"Who can go?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"No other than Yale-Perez."

So they sent Yale-Perez to guard the city of Xiangyang-Greenhaven.

Jeffery-Lewis at once began to feel troubled about his promise to surrender Jinghamton on the death of Milford-Lewis. Orchard-Lafayette did not consider this a matter of moment.

Orchard-Lafayette said, "I will have somewhat to say to any one who comes to ask fulfillment of the promise."

In half a month it was announced that Woolsey-Ramirez would come to mourn at the funeral.

What reply Orchard-Lafayette made may be read in the next chapter.

Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette went out of the city to welcome the envoy of the South Land and led him to the guest-house. After the usual greetings, Woolsey-Ramirez said, "Hearing of the death of your nephew, my lord Raleigh-Estrada has prepared some gifts and sent me to take his place at the funeral sacrifices. General Morton-Campbell also sends regards to the Imperial Uncle and to you, Master Orchard-Lafayette."

Both rose at once and thanked him for the courtesy. Then the gifts were handed over and a banquet prepared, and while it was in progress, the guest brought up the real object of his visit.

"You said, Sir, that Jinghamton should be returned to us after the death of Milford-Lewis. Now that that event has happened, rendition becomes due, and I should be glad to know when the transfer can take place."

"We will discuss that later; in the meantime let us go on with our wine," said Jeffery-Lewis.

So the feasting continued. Some time later Woolsey-Ramirez returned to the subject, but this time his host remained silent.

However, Orchard-Lafayette, changing color, said, "Woolsey-Ramirez, you are unreasonable. You could not wait till some other has to explain this matter to you. From the very foundation of the empire by our illustrious ancestor, the great heritage has descended in due course till today when, unhappily, evil doers have risen among the powerful and they have seized upon such portions as they could. But with God's favor and help, unity is nearly restored. My lord is a scion of the Imperial House, a great great grandson of Emperor Myers. Now, as the Emperor's Uncle, should he not have a share of the empire? Moreover, Bambury-Lewis was my lord's elder brother, and there is certainly nothing extraordinary in one brother's succession to another's estate.

"What is your master? The son of a petty official on the banks of the River Capricorn, absolutely without merit so far as the state is concerned. Just because he is powerful, he holds actual possession of six territories and eighty-one counties, which has whetted his insatiable appetite till he now desires to swallow the whole empire. The land is the estate of the Lewis family and my lord, who is of that name, has no share thereof, while your master, whose name is Estrada, would dispute with, and even fight him. Beside, at the battle at the Red Cliffs my lord did good service and acquired great merit while his commanders risked their lives. Was it solely the strength of your southern soldiers that won that fight? Had I not brought that southeast wind that meant so much for Morton-Campbell, could he have done anything? Had the South Land been conquered, it is needless to say that the two paramount beauties would now be gracing the Bronze Bird Palace, and as for yourself and other officers, insignificant though your families be, could you have been sure to survive? Just now my lord did not reply because he was willing to believe rather that a scholar of your abilities would understand without a detailed explanation, and I trust now that you will."

This speech absolutely shut the guest's mouth for a time, and he said no word in reply. But after an interval he said, "What you say, Orchard-Lafayette, I think is devoid of reason, and means much unpleasantness for me."

"What unpleasantness?" asked Orchard-Lafayette.

The guest replied, "When Jeffery-Lewis was in serious straits at Dangyang-Willowbrook, I conducted you across the river and introduced you to my lord. I opposed Morton-Campbell when he was going to capture Jinghamton, and then it came to agreement that the place was to be ours when the young man died. And I pledged myself to that. Now how can I go back and say you break your promise? Both my lord and Morton-Campbell will hold me guilty. I would not mind death so much, but I fear that my master will be very wrathful and make war on the Imperial Uncle, who will have no place of refuge and he will look ridiculous in the eyes of the world for no reason."

Replied Orchard-Lafayette, "I care not for Murphy-Shackley with his million troops and the Emperor in name at his back, and do you think I fear such a youngster as Morton-Campbell? However, as it may cause you some loss of consideration, I will try to persuade my master to put the matter in writing and give you a paper to the effect that he is temporarily occupying Jinghamton as a base; and when he can obtain possession of some other city, this shall be returned to you. What think you the South Land would say to this?"

"Wait till what other place was obtained?" said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"My master can scarcely think of attacking the Middle Land yet, but Compton-Lewis in Yiathamton is ignorant and weak, and my master will attack him. If he gets the western region, then this place will be given up to you."

Woolsey-Ramirez had no alternative and accepted the offer. Jeffery-Lewis with his own hand wrote the pledge and sealed it. Orchard-Lafayette being named as guarantor also signed the document.

"Since I belong to this side of the compact and one can hardly have a guarantor of the same party, I would trouble you, Woolsey-Ramirez, also to sign. It will look better when you reach the South Land again," said Orchard-Lafayette.

Woolsey-Ramirez said, "I know that your master is perfectly honorable and will adhere to the bargain."

And so Woolsey-Ramirez signed. Then he received the document in formal style and took his departure. He was sent off with every mark of great respect, both Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette attending him to his boat.

There the Directing Instructor delivered him a last exhortation, "When you see your master, speak discreetly and explain fully so as not to create a bad impression. If he rejects our document, we may get angry and we will take his whole country. The one thing now is for our two houses to live in harmony and not give our common enemy, Murphy-Shackley, an opportunity against us."

Woolsey-Ramirez went down into his ship. He reached Chaisang-Wellington and there saw Morton-Campbell, who said, "Well, how did you speed with your demand for Jinghamton?"

"Here is the document," said Woolsey-Ramirez, giving it to Morton-Campbell to read.

"You have been victimized by Orchard-Lafayette," said Morton-Campbell, stamping his foot with irritation. "In name it may be temporary occupation, but in fact it is humbug. They say the place is to be returned when they get the west. Who knows when that will be? Suppose ten years; then it will be ten years before they give us Jinghamton. What is the use of such a document as this? And you are a guarantor of its due' performance! If they do not give us the city, you get into trouble. Suppose our lord finds you in the wrong, what then?"

Woolsey-Ramirez was dumbfounded. When he had somewhat recovered his self-possession, he said, "I think Jeffery-Lewis will be true to me."

"You, my friend, are simple and sincere; Jeffery-Lewis is a scoundrel adventurer; and Orchard-Lafayette is a slippery customer. They and you are utterly different."

"What then is to be done?" cried Woolsey-Ramirez distressfully.

"You are my dear friend, and your kindness in freely offering your store of grain to relieve my army is still fresh in my memory. Of course I will save you. Do not be anxious, but wait a few days till we get news of what is doing on the north of the river, and then we can decide upon a plan."

Woolsey-Ramirez passed some very uneasy days. Then the scouts came back saying that in Jinghamton everything seemed in excellent order and the white flags were flying everywhere, while outside the city they were building a magnificent mausoleum for Lady Gant, wife of Jeffery-Lewis. All the soldiers were in mourning.

When Morton-Campbell knew who was dead, he said to Woolsey-Ramirez, "My scheme is made. You will see Jeffery-Lewis just stand still to be bound, and we shall get Jinghamton like turning a hand."

"What is the main spring of your plan?" said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"Jeffery-Lewis will want to remarry, and our lord has a sister, Princess Zabel-Estrada. She is a veritable amazon, whose women guards number many hundreds, all armed with weapons of war. Her apartments also are full of such things. I will write to our lord to send an intermediary to arrange that the lady shall wed Jeffery-Lewis at her family home, and thus we shall entice Jeffery-Lewis to Nanxu-Southdale. But instead of marrying a wife, Jeffery-Lewis will find himself a prisoner, and then we will demand Jinghamton as ransom. When they have handed over the region, I shall find something else to say and nothing will fall on your head."

Woolsey-Ramirez was very grateful. Then Morton-Campbell wrote letters to his master, and a swift boat was chosen to take Woolsey-Ramirez to see the Marquis of Wu.

After the lending of Jinghamton had been discussed, Woolsey-Ramirez presented the document given him by Jeffery-Lewis.

"What is the use of such nonsense as this?" said Raleigh-Estrada, when he had read it.

"There is another letter from General Morton-Campbell; and he says that if you will employ his scheme, you can recover Jinghamton," replied Woolsey-Ramirez.

Having read that letter, Raleigh-Estrada was more pleased and began to consider who was the best person to send. Suddenly he cried, "I have it; Schiller-Lufkin is the man to send."

Raleigh-Estrada called Schiller-Lufkin and said to him, "I have just heard that Jeffery-Lewis has lost his wife. I have a sister whom I should like to marry to him and so make a bond of union between our two houses. Thus we should be united against Murphy-Shackley and in support of the House of Han. You are the one man to be intermediary, and I hope you will go to Jinghamton and see to this."

Under these orders, Schiller-Lufkin at once began to prepare his ships for the voyage and soon started.

Jeffery-Lewis was greatly distressed at the death of Lady Gant, fretting for her day and night. One day when he was talking with his adviser, they announced the arrival of Schiller-Lufkin who had come on a mission from the South Land.

"One of Morton-Campbell's devices," said Orchard-Lafayette smiling, "and it is all on account of this region. I will just retire behind the screen and listen. But you, my lord, agree to whatever the messenger proposes. Then let the messenger be taken to the guest-house while we arrange what is to be done."

So the envoy was introduced. Bows having been exchanged, host and guest being seated in due order and the tea drunk; Jeffery-Lewis opened the interview.

"You must have some commands for me, Sir, since you come thus."

"News has just been received that you, O Imperial Uncle, have just been bereaved of your consort. I venture to hope you would not object to an advantageous match, and I have come to propose one. Are you disposed to listen?"

"To lose one's wife in middle age is truly a great misfortune," said Jeffery-Lewis. "While her body is still warm, I cannot listen to proposals for another marriage."

Schiller-Lufkin said, "A man without a wife is like a house without a ridge pole. At your age, one should not live an incomplete life. I am come on the part of Marquis Raleigh-Estrada, who has a sister, beautiful as she is, accomplished and well fitted to be a mate for you. Should the two families become allied as formerly were Qin and Jin, then that ruffian Murphy-Shackley would never dare so much as look this way. Such an alliance would be to the benefit of both our houses and of the state. I hope, O Imperial Uncle, that you will fairly consider the proposal. However, since the young girl's mother is dotingly fond of her, the mother does not wish her to go far away, and so I must ask you to come into our country for the wedding."

"Does the Marquis know of your coming?"

"How dare I come without his knowledge?"

"I am no longer young," said Jeffery-Lewis. "I am fifty and grizzled. This fair damsel, the sister of the Marquis, is now in the flower of her youth and no mate for me."

"Although the damsel is a woman, yet in mind she surpasses many a man, and she has said she will never wed any one who is unknown to fame. Now, Sir, you are renowned throughout the four seas. Marriage with you would be the chaste maiden mating with the born gentleman. Of what consequence is the difference in age?"

"Sir, stay here awhile and I will give you a reply tomorrow," said Jeffery-Lewis.

So that day the envoy was entertained at a banquet and then conducted to the guest-house to repose, while, late as it was, Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette discussed their plans.

"I knew what he had come about," said the adviser. "While he was talking, I consulted the oracle and obtained an excellent sign. Wherefore you may accept the proposal and send Quinn-Seymour back with this envoy to arrange the details. When the promise has been ratified, we will choose a day and you shall go to complete the ceremony."

"How can I thus go into enemy territory? Morton-Campbell has wanted to slay me for a long time."

"Let Morton-Campbell employ all his ruses; think you he can get beyond me? Let me act for you, and his calculations will always fail halfway. Once Raleigh-Estrada's sister is in your power, there will be no fear for Jinghamton."

Still Jeffery-Lewis doubted in his mind. However, Quinn-Seymour was sent to the South Land, with definite instructions, and traveled thither with Schiller-Lufkin.

At the interview Raleigh-Estrada said, "I wish my sister could induce Jeffery-Lewis to live here with us. He would come to no harm."

Quinn-Seymour took his leave; and returning to Jinghamton, he told the bridegroom elect, saying, "Raleigh-Estrada's sole desire is for our lord to go over and complete the marriage."

However, Jeffery-Lewis feared and would not go.

Orchard-Lafayette said, "I have prepared three plans, but I need Gilbert-Rocher to carry them out. He will be sent as your guard."

So Orchard-Lafayette called in Gilbert-Rocher, gave him three silken bags, and whispered in his ear, saying, "Here are three schemes enclosed in three bags. When you escort our lord to the South Land, you will take these with you and act as they direct."

Gilbert-Rocher hid the three silken bags in his breast so that they should be at hand when required.

Orchard-Lafayette next sent the wedding gifts, and when these had been received, the preliminaries were settled.

It was then the early winter of the fourteenth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 209); and the bridegroom elect, his escort, and the intermediary, left the city of Jinghamton with a fleet of ten fast ships to sail down the river to Nanxu-Southdale. Orchard-Lafayette remained to guard and rule the region.

But Jeffery-Lewis was far from feeling comfortable. They arrived and the ships were made fast. This done, the time had come for the first of the silken bags to be opened. And so it was; and thereupon Gilbert-Rocher gave each of his five hundred guards his instructions, and they went their several ways. Next Gilbert-Rocher told Jeffery-Lewis what he was to do: to pay his visit first to the State Patriarch Queen, who was the father-in-law of Cornell-Estrada and of Morton-Campbell.

The State Patriarch Queen resided in Nanxu-Southdale and to his house, leading sheep and bearing wine jars, went the bridegroom elect. Having made his obeisance, Jeffery-Lewis explained that as Schiller-Lufkin had arranged, he had come to marry a wife.

In the meantime the five hundred guards, all in gala dress, had scattered over the city place buying all sorts of things, as they said, for the wedding of Jeffery-Lewis with the daughter of the Estrada House. They spread the news far and wide and the whole town talked about it.

When Raleigh-Estrada heard of Jeffery-Lewis' arrival, he bade Schiller-Lufkin wait upon him and take him to the guest-house. Meanwhile the State Patriarch Queen went to the Dowager Marchioness, mother of Raleigh-Estrada, to congratulate her on the happy event.

"What happy event?" ejaculated the old lady.

"The betrothal of your beloved daughter to Jeffery-Lewis. And he has arrived too, as surely you know."

"My poor old self does not know;" said the Dowager, "I have heard nothing of all this."

She at once summoned her son and also sent her servants out into the town to see what was going about. They quickly returned to say: "The whole city know of the coming wedding, and the bridegroom is now at the guest-house. Moreover, he has come with a large escort, and they are spending freely, buying pork and mutton and fruits, all in readiness for the wedding feasting. Schiller-Lufkin and Quinn-Seymour are the intermediaries on each side, and they are in the guest-house too."

The Dowager Marchioness was terribly taken aback and upset so that, when Raleigh-Estrada arrived, he found his mother beating her breast and weeping bitterly.

"What has disturbed you, Mother?" asked he.

"What you have just done," said she. "You have treated me as a nonentity. When my elder sister lay dying, what did she tell you?"

Raleigh-Estrada began to be frightened, but he said boldly, "Please speak out plainly, Mother; what is this great sorrow?"

"When a son is grown he takes a wife, and when a girl is old enough she goes to her husband. And that is right and proper. But I am the mother, and you ought to have told me that your sister was to become the wife of Jeffery-Lewis. Why did you keep me in the dark? It was my place to promise her in marriage."

"Whence comes this story?" said the Marquis, really much frightened.

"Do you pretend ignorance? There is not a soul in the city who does not know! But you have succeeded in keeping me in the dark."

"I heard it several days ago," said the State Patriarch Queen. "And I came just now to offer my felicitations."

"There is no such thing," said Raleigh-Estrada. "It is just one of the ruses of Morton-Campbell to get hold of Jinghamton. He has used this means to inveigle Jeffery-Lewis here and hold him captive till Jinghamton is restored to us. And if they will not give it back, then Jeffery-Lewis will be put to death. That is the plot. There is no real marriage."

But the Dowager was in a rage and vented her wrath in abusing Morton-Campbell.

She said, "Morton-Campbell is a pretty sort of governor over the six territories and eighty-one counties if he cannot find any means of recovering one region except making use of my child as a decoy. Truly this is a fine deed, to spoil the whole of my child's life and condemn her to perpetual widowhood, because he wants to use the fair damsel ruse to slay a man! Who will ever come to talk of marriage with her after this?"

Said the State Patriarch Queen, "By this means you may indeed recover Jinghamton, but you will be a shameful laughing stock to all the world. What can be done?"

Raleigh-Estrada had nothing to say; he could only hang his head, while the Dowager abused his general.

The State Patriarch Queen tried to soothe her, saying, "After all Jeffery-Lewis, the Imperial Uncle, is a scion of the reigning family. You can do nothing better now than to welcome him as a son-in-law and not let this ugly story get abroad."

"I am afraid their ages do not match," interposed Raleigh-Estrada.

"Jeffery-Lewis is a very famous man," said the State Patriarch Queen. "There can be no shame in having such a son-in-law."

"I have never seen him," said the Dowager. "Arrange that I may get a look at him tomorrow at the Sweet Dew Temple. If he displeases me, you may work your will on him. But if I am satisfied with him, then I shall simply let the girl marry him."

Now Raleigh-Estrada was above all things filial and at once agreed to what his mother said. He went out, called in Schiller-Lufkin, and told him to arrange a banquet for the morrow at the temple so that the Dowager Marchioness might see the bridegroom.

"Why not order Swenson-Manley to station some men in the wings of the temple? Then if the Dowager be not pleased, we can call them out and fall upon him," said Schiller-Lufkin.

Accordingly the ambush was prepared and five hundred ruffians posted to act as the Dowager's attitude might determine.

When the State Patriarch Queen took his leave and had reached his house, he sent to tell Jeffery-Lewis, saying, "Tomorrow the Marquis and the Dowager Marchioness wished to see you. So be careful!"

Jeffery-Lewis and his faithful henchman discussed their plans.

Gilbert-Rocher said, "The morrow bodes rather ill than well. However, your escort shall be there."

Next day the Dowager Marchioness and the State Patriarch Queen went to the Temple of Sweet Dew as had been arranged. Raleigh-Estrada came with a number of his strategists; and when all were assembled, Schiller-Lufkin was sent to the guest-house to request Jeffery-Lewis to come. He obeyed the summons, but as a precaution he put on a light coat of mail under his brocaded robe. His followers too took their swords upon their backs and followed close. He mounted his steed, and the cavalcade set out for the temple. At the door of the temple he met Raleigh-Estrada on whom the visitor's brave demeanor was not lost. After they had exchanged salutations, Raleigh-Estrada led Jeffery-Lewis into the presence of his mother.

"Just the son-in-law for me!" said the Dowager delighted with the appearance of Jeffery-Lewis.

"He has the air of an emperor and a look like the sun," remarked the State Patriarch Queen. "When one remembers also that his fair fame has spread over the whole earth, you may well be congratulated on getting such a noble son-in-law."

Jeffery-Lewis bowed, in acknowledgment of his reception. Soon after they were all seated at the banquet in the temple, Gilbert-Rocher entered and took his place beside Jeffery-Lewis.

"Who is this?" asked the Dowager.

"This is Gilbert-Rocher of Changshan-Piedmont."

"Then he must be the hero of Dangyang-Willowbrook, who saved the little Antoine-Lewis."

"Yes; this is he," replied Jeffery-Lewis.

"A fine general!" said the Dowager, and she gave him wine.

Presently Gilbert-Rocher said to his master, "I have seen a lot of armed ruffians hidden away in the purlieus of the temple. They can be there for no good, and you should ask the Dowager to get them sent away."

Thereupon Jeffery-Lewis knelt at the feet of the Dowager and, weeping, said, "If you would slay me, let it be here."

"Why do you say this?" asked she.

"Because there are assassins in hiding in the wings of the temple; what are they there for if not to kill me?"

The Dowager wrathfully turned on Raleigh-Estrada, "What are armed men doing there today when Jeffery-Lewis is to become my son-in-law and the pair are my son and daughter?"

Raleigh-Estrada said he did not know and sent Schiller-Lufkin to inquire. Schiller-Lufkin put the blame on Swenson-Manley. The Dowager summoned him and upbraided him severely. He had nothing to say, and she told them to put him to death.

But Jeffery-Lewis interceded, saying, "The general's death will do me harm and make it hard for me to stay at your side."

The State Patriarch Queen also interceded, and she only ordered the general out of her presence. His subordinates also scattered and ran like frightened rats.

By and bye, strolling out of the banquet room into the temple grounds, Jeffery-Lewis came to a boulder. Drawing his sword he looked up to heaven and prayed, saying, "If I am to return to Jinghamton and achieve my intent to become a chief ruler, then may I cleave this boulder asunder with my sword; but if I am to meet my doom in this place, then may the sword fail to cut this stone."

Raising his sword he smote the boulder. Sparks flew in all directions, and the boulder lay split in twain.

It happened that Raleigh-Estrada had seen the blow, and he said, "Why do you thus hate that stone?"

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "I am near my fifth decade and have so far failed to rid the state of evil; I greatly regret my failure. Now I have been accepted by the Dowager as her son-in-law, and this is a critical moment in my life. So I implored of Heaven a portent that I might destroy Murphy-Shackley as I would that boulder and restore the dynasty. You saw what happened."

"That is only to blind me," thought Raleigh-Estrada. Drawing his own sword, he said, "And I also ask of Heaven an omen, that if I am to destroy Murphy-Shackley, I may also cut this rock."

So he spoke. But in his secret heart he prayed, "If I am to recover Jinghamton and extend my borders, may the stone be cut in twain."

He smote the stone and it split in twain. And to this day there are cross cuts in the stone, which is still preserved.

One who saw this relic wrote a poem:

Both put up their swords and returned hand in hand to the banquet hall. After some more courses, Quinn-Seymour gave his master a warning look, and Jeffery-Lewis said, "I pray you excuse me as my drinking powers are very small."

Wherefore Raleigh-Estrada escorted him to the gate. As they walked down looking at high land and rolling river spreading in glorious panorama before their eyes, Jeffery-Lewis exclaimed, "Really this is the finest scene in the whole world! [7]"

These words are recorded on a tablet in the Temple of the Sweet Dew, and one who read them wrote a poem:

Yes, they stood both entranced by the beautiful scene. And gradually along the vast river the wind whipped the waves into snowy foam and raised them high toward heaven. And in the midst of the waves appeared a tiny leaf of a boat riding over the waves as if all was perfect calm.

"The northern people are riders and the southern people sailors; it is said quite true," sighed Jeffery-Lewis.

Raleigh-Estrada hearing this remark took it as a reproach to his horsemanship. Bidding his servants lead up his steed, Raleigh-Estrada leaped into the saddle and set off, full gallop, down the hill. Then wheeling he came up again at the same speed.

"So the southerners cannot ride, eh?" said Raleigh-Estrada laughing.

Not to be outdone, Jeffery-Lewis lifted the skirts of his robe, jumped upon his horse and repeated the feat.

The two steeds stood side by side on the declivity, the riders flourishing their whips and laughing.

Thence forward that hillside was known as the "Slope Where the Horses Stood," and a poem was written about it:

When they rode side by side into Nanxu-Southdale, the people met them with acclamations. Jeffery-Lewis made his way to the guest-house and there sought advice from Quinn-Seymour as to the date of the wedding.

Quinn-Seymour advised, "It should be fixed as early as possible so that no further complications could arise."

So next day Jeffery-Lewis went to the State Patriarch Queen and told him in plain words, "Many the people of the place mean harm to me, and I cannot stay here long. I must return soon."

"Do not be anxious," said the State Patriarch Queen. "I will tell the Dowager Marchioness, and she will protect you."

Jeffery-Lewis bowed to express his thanks.

The State Patriarch Queen saw the Dowager, and she was very angry when she heard the reason for Jeffery-Lewis' desire to leave.

"Who would dare harm my son-in-law?" cried she.

But she made Jeffery-Lewis move into the library of the Palace as a precaution, and she chose a day for the celebration of the wedding. But his soldiers could not keep guard at the library and were removed from his commands. Jeffery-Lewis explained to his hostess, and when she understood this, she gave her son-in-law and his people rooms in her own Palace so that he might be quite safe.

Jeffery-Lewis was very happy, and there were fine banquets, and the bride and bridegroom duly plighted their troth. And when it grew late and the guests had gone, the newly wedded pair walked through the two lines of red torches to the nuptial apartment.

To his extreme surprise, Jeffery-Lewis found the chambers furnished with spears and swords and banners and flags, while every waiting-maid had girded on a sword.

What happened will be related in the next chapter.

The bridegroom turned pale: bridal apartments lined with weapons of war and waiting maids armed! But the housekeeper of the princess said, "Do not be frightened, O Honorable One. My lady has always had a taste for warlike things, and her maids have all been taught fencing as a pastime. That is all it is."

"Not the sort of thing a wife should ever look at," said Jeffery-Lewis. "It makes me feel cold and you may have them removed for a time."

The housekeeper went to her mistress and said, "The weapons in your chamber displease the handsome one; may we remove them?"

Lady Estrada laughed, saying, "Afraid of a few weapons after half a life time spent in slaughter!"

But she ordered their removal and bade the maids take off their swords while they were at work.

That night Jeffery-Lewis and his wife conversed under the moonlight, and the night passed happily enough.

Next day Jeffery-Lewis distributed gifts among the maids to secure their good will. He also sent Quinn-Seymour to Jinghamton with news of the wedding, while he gave himself up to feasting and enjoyment. The Dowager loved him more every day.

The results of the plot to destroy Jeffery-Lewis were thus very different from the originators' intention. Raleigh-Estrada sent to his general:

"My mother had insisted upon marrying her daughter to Jeffery-Lewis; and so by juggling with the fictitious, we had made it real. What is to be done?"

The news troubled Morton-Campbell day and night, but eventually he thought but another scheme which he embodied in a letter sent to his master. Here is the outline of the missive:

"Contrary to expectation, the plot that I, Morton-Campbell, contrived has turned the wrong way. However, since by juggling with deceit, we have ended in a solid truth; our future plans must start from the actual present facts. To the boldness of the adventurer Jeffery-Lewis is added the aid of such great leaders as Yale-Perez, Floyd-Chardin, and Gilbert-Rocher, not to mention that he has a strategist like Orchard-Lafayette. He is not the man to remain long in a lowly position. Wherefore I can think of no better plan than to enervate him by surrounding him with softness and keeping him in the South Land, a prisoner of luxury. Therefore build for him a fine palace to blunt the edge of his determination and surround him with sensuous luxury. In this way the affection of his brothers will be alienated, and Orchard-Lafayette will be driven away. When this result has been attained, we can smite him and so end a great matter. If we be at all careless, I fear the recumbent dragon may fly to the skies; it is no beast to be kept in a pond. My lord, I pray you consider this thoroughly."

The letter was shown to Tipton-Ulrich who said, "My idea is identical with his. Jeffery-Lewis began life in a humble position and for years has been a wanderer. He has never tasted the delights of wealth. Give him the means of luxury, a beautiful dwelling, fair women, gold and silken attire; and as he enjoys them, the thoughts of Orchard-Lafayette and his brothers will fade away and they, on their side, will be filled with rancor. Thus can we lay our plans for recovering Jinghamton. I recommend action as Morton-Campbell says and quickly."

Raleigh-Estrada then set about redecorating the Eastern Palace and laying out the grounds. He filled the rooms with beautiful furniture for his sister and her husband. He also sent fair damsels and musicians by the score, and many and beautiful vessels in gold and silver, and silken stuffs. And his mother was delighted at his kindness to her son-in-law.

Indeed Jeffery-Lewis was soon so immersed in sensuous pleasure that he gave no thought to return. Gilbert-Rocher and the company under him led an idle life in the front portion of the Eastern Palace, save that at times they went outside the city for archery and horse-racing. And thus passed the year.

Suddenly Gilbert-Rocher remembered the orders he had received and the three bags with the plans in them. It was time to open the second one for the end of the year was nigh. His orders were only to open the third when danger was very near and there appeared no way out.

As already remarked, the year was drawing to a close, and Gilbert-Rocher saw his lord daily becoming more and more the slave of pleasure. Jeffery-Lewis never appeared among his guards now. So the bag was opened and in pursuance of the wonderful scheme thereby discovered, Gilbert-Rocher went to the hall of the Palace and asked to see his master.

The maid in attendance went within and said, "Gilbert-Rocher has some important matter on which to see the master."

Jeffery-Lewis called him in and asked what the business was. Gilbert-Rocher assumed an attitude of great concern and said, "My lord, you are living happily secluded in these beautiful apartments; do you never think of Jinghamton?"

"But what is the matter that you seem so disturbed?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"Today early Orchard-Lafayette sent a messenger to say that Murphy-Shackley was trying to avenge his last defeat and was leading five hundred thousand troops to attack Jinghamton, which was in great danger. And he wished you to return."

"I must speak to my wife," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"If you consult her, she will be unwilling for you to return. It would be better to say nothing but to start this evening. Delay may do great damage."

"Retire for a time; I must act discreetly," said Jeffery-Lewis.

Gilbert-Rocher urged the need to return several times more, but finally went away.

Jeffery-Lewis went into his wife's rooms and began to weep silently. Seeing his tears, Lady Estrada said, "Why are you so sad, my husband?"

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "I have been driven hither and thither all my life. I was never able to do my duty to my parents nor have I been able to sacrifice to my ancestors. I have been very unfilial. The new year is at hand, and its approach disquiets me greatly."

"Do not try to deceive me," said Lady Estrada. "I heard and I know all. Just now Gilbert-Rocher came to tell you Jinghamton was threatened and you wish to return home. That is why you put forward this excuse."

Then Jeffery-Lewis fell on his knees and said, "Why should I dissemble, O Wife, since you know? I do not wish to go, but if Jinghamton be lost, I shall be an object of ridicule to everyone. I do desire to go, but I cannot leave you. Now you know why I am grieved."

She replied, "I am your handmaid, and whithersoever you go, it is my duty to follow."

"Yes; your heart is right, but the difficulty is your mother and the Marquis; they will be unwilling. If you would have pity on me and let me go for a time--"

And again the tears gushed forth.

"Do not be so sad, my husband," said Lady Estrada. "I will implore my mother to let us go, and she will surely allow it."

"Even supposing the Dowager permits, I am sure the Marquis will hinder."

Lady Estrada said nothing for a long time while she weighed the matter thoroughly.

Presently she spoke, "On New Year's Day you and I will go to court and present our congratulations. Then we will give the excuse of a sacrifice on the river bank and go away without formal leave. Will that suit you?"

Jeffery-Lewis knelt at her feet and expressed his gratitude.

"I should be never so grateful," said he. "Dead or alive I would remember your love. But this must be a perfect secret."

This having been decided and the arrangements made; Jeffery-Lewis gave Gilbert-Rocher secret orders, saying, "Lead your company out of the city and be on the road on New Year's morn. We are going away."

Raleigh-Estrada held a grand court on the New Year's Day of the fifteenth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 210).

Jeffery-Lewis and his bride went into the Dowager Marchioness' presence, and Lady Estrada said, "My husband has been thinking of his ancestors, who lie in the county of Zhuo-Bellevue, and grieves that he cannot do his duty by them. Today we wish to go to the river side and offer sacrifice toward the north. It is our duty to inform you."

"A very filial proceeding," said the Dowager. "I should not think of stopping you. Although you have never known your husband's parents, yet you may go with him to sacrifice as it is proper for a wife to do."

Both thanked the Dowager Marchioness and went out, rejoicing at having so far hoodwinked Raleigh-Estrada. Lady Estrada got into her carriage taking only a little clothing with her, while Jeffery-Lewis followed with a small escort. They went out of the city of Nanxu-Southdale and met Gilbert-Rocher at the place arranged. Then with a guard in front and rear, they left the precincts of the city, traveling as quickly as they could.

That day, at the new year banquet, Raleigh-Estrada drank freely so that he had to be helped to his chamber, and the guests left. Before very long the escape of the fugitives became known, but it was then dark, and when they tried to tell Raleigh-Estrada, they could not rouse him. He slept heavily until the fifth watch.

The next morning, when Raleigh-Estrada heard the story, he asked advice of his counselors.

Tipton-Ulrich said, "They have got away today, but trouble will surely come of it; therefore, pursue after them without loss of time."

So Agnew-Stanton and Mayhew-Evanoff, with five hundred of veterans, were sent out with orders to use all speed both by day and by night and bring back the fugitives.

They left. Raleigh-Estrada's anger burned hot against Jeffery-Lewis. In his wrath he seized his jade inkstone and dashed it to the ground where it shivered to pieces.

Said Terry-Chadwick, "My lord, your wrath is in vain, for I do not think your generals will catch the runaways."

"Will they dare to disobey my order?" said Raleigh-Estrada.

"Our young lady had always delighted to look upon war and is very fierce and determined. All the officers fear her. Now she has gone with her husband of her own free will; and those sent in pursuit, if once they look upon her countenance, will not dare to lay hands on her."

Raleigh-Estrada's wrath burned the more fiercely at these words. He drew the sword girded at his side and called up Montague-Bushell and Lockett-Neumark, saying, "You two take this sword and bring back the heads of my sister and Jeffery-Lewis. And if you do not, I will put you to death."

With this order they set out in pursuit, leading a whole thousand troops. Meanwhile Jeffery-Lewis and his wife were pressing forward with all speed. When night fell, they rested for a time by the roadside, but not for long. Just as they reached the confines of Chaisang-Wellington, they turned and saw a great cloud of dust and the soldiers said that a force was coming in pursuit.

"What shall we do if they come up with us?" said Jeffery-Lewis excitedly to Gilbert-Rocher.

"My lord, you go on in front and I will prevent pursuit."

As they turned the foot of a hill, they saw a troop of soldiers blocking their road in front. Two generals were there and they bellowed, "Jeffery-Lewis, dismount and yield yourself captive. We are here by order of Commander Morton-Campbell, and you have kept us waiting long."

Now the thought had come to Morton-Campbell that Jeffery-Lewis would try to flee, and so he had sent Hersey-Gibbard and Crosby-Saldana, with three thousand troops, to intercept him at this critical spot. They had made a camp there and kept a lookout from the hilltops, for Morton-Campbell had calculated that Jeffery-Lewis would certainly pass that way. So when Jeffery-Lewis and his cavalcade appeared, they all buckled on their arms and barred the way.

Greatly fearing, Jeffery-Lewis rode back to consult Gilbert-Rocher, to whom he said, "In front a force barring the road; in rear pursuers. There is no escape. What can we do?"

"Do not be alarmed, my lord. The Directing Instructor gave me three plans enclosed in three silken bags. Two have been used and have answered admirably. There is yet the third, and my orders were to open the bag in such a strait as this. This is a day of great danger such as calls me to open the bag."

Thereupon Gilbert-Rocher opened the bag and handed it to Jeffery-Lewis. As soon as Jeffery-Lewis had seen the contents, he hastened to Lady Estrada's carriage and began to weep, saying, "I have something private to say, and I must tell you."

"What have you to tell me, my husband? Tell me the whole truth," replied she.

"Your brother and Morton-Campbell formerly made a plot for you to marry me, not for your sake, but to get me into their power and hold me so that they might recover Jinghamton. They were set on my murder, and you were the bait with which to hook me. Careless of consequences I came, for I knew that the spirit of a heroine dwelt in your bosom and you would pity me. Lately I heard that harm was intended me, and so I made danger to Jinghamton the excuse to escape. Happily for me you have remained true and come with me. But now the Marquis is pursuing us, and Morton-Campbell's soldiers are in front. Only you, my wife, can extricate us from this danger; and if you refuse, then slay me where I stand that I may thus show my gratitude for your kindness."

Lady Estrada grew angry and said, "Then does my brother forget that I am his sister? How will he ever look me in the face? I can extricate us from this danger."

Thereupon she bade her people push the carriage to the front. She rolled up the curtains and herself called out, "Hersey-Gibbard, Crosby-Saldana, are you turned traitors then?"

The two generals slid out of their saddles, dropped their arms, and stood meekly in front of the carriage.

"We are no traitors," said they. "We have the Commander-in-Chief's orders to camp here and await Jeffery-Lewis."

"Morton-Campbell is an interfering scoundrel," cried she. "We of the land of the south have never harmed you, and Jeffery-Lewis, the Uncle of the Great Family, is my husband. I have already told my mother and my brother of our journey, and now I find you with an army at the foot of these hills preventing our passage. Is it that you would plunder us of our valuables?"

The two generals mumbled dissent; they would not dare such a thing.

"We pray you, O Lady, stay your anger. This is no plan of ours; we do but obey our General's orders."

"So you fear Morton-Campbell and not me!" cried she scornfully. "Think you that if he slays you, I will not slay him?"

She broke into a torrent of abuse of Morton-Campbell. Then she bade them push her carriage forward.

The two leaders thought within themselves, "We are but men of lowly rank, we dare not dispute with Lady Estrada."

Beside they saw Gilbert-Rocher was bursting with wrath. So they ordered their troops to stand aside and leave the road clear.

The cavalcade had only gone a few miles when up came the pursuers. The two generals told the new-comers what had happened.

"You were wrong to let them pass," said Agnew-Stanton and Mayhew-Evanoff. "We have orders from the Marquis himself to arrest them."

Thereupon all four went in pursuit. When the noise of the approaching force reached the ears of Jeffery-Lewis, he said to his wife, "They are again pursuing us; what now?"

"Husband, go on in front. Gilbert-Rocher and I will keep them off."

So Jeffery-Lewis and a small company went on toward the river bank, while Gilbert-Rocher reined up beside the lady's carriage and set out his troops ready for battle. And when the four generals came up, they dismounted and stood with folded arms.

"What are you doing here, Generals?" asked Lady Estrada.

"We have orders from our lord to request you and Jeffery-Lewis to return."

Calmly but bitterly she said, "So this is the sort of fools you are! You would make dissension between brother and sister. But I am a wife on my way to my husband's home. Nor am I leaving clandestinely, for I had my mother's gracious permission. Now we, husband and wife, are going to Jinghamton; and if even my brother were here himself, he would let us pass in all politeness. But you, because you have weapons in your hands, would slay us!"

She abused the four men to their faces so that they looked from one to another in shame. And each in his heart thought, "Say what one will, after all they two are brother and sister and the Dowager Marchioness is the controlling power. Raleigh-Estrada is most obedient and would never dare oppose his mother's decision. When the reaction comes, then indeed we shall certainly be found in the wrong. We would better be kind."

Another thing was that one of the two they sought, Jeffery-Lewis, was not there and Gilbert-Rocher looked angry and dangerous. Finally, muttering to themselves, they gave way and with one accord retired and left the road open. Lady Estrada passed through.

"We four will go to see the Commander-in-Chief and report," said Hersey-Gibbard.

But that did not please them all and they stood irresolute. Presently they saw a column of troops sweeping down on them like a hurricane. These were Montague-Bushell and Lockett-Neumark with their company.

"Have you fellows seen Jeffery-Lewis?" they cried as they rushed up.

"He has just passed along."

"Why did you not arrest him?"

"Because of what Lady Estrada said."

"That is just as the Marquis feared, and so he gave us this sword and told us first to slay his sister and then Jeffery-Lewis. And if we disobey, he will put us to death."

"What can be done? They are far away by now."

Montague-Bushell said, "After all they are but a few and on foot; they cannot travel very fast. Let Hersey-Gibbard and Crosby-Saldana go to Morton-Campbell to tell him, and he can send fast boats to pursue them on the river while we follow up on the bank. We must get them either on water or land, and we must not listen to what they say."

Whereupon two went back to report and four to the river bank. Meanwhile Jeffery-Lewis had got a long way from Chaisang-Wellington and reached Butterfly Shore. He now felt calmer. He went along the bank of the river seeking a boat, but there was no craft on the broad bosom of the stream. He bowed his head in deep sorrow.

Gilbert-Rocher bade him be of good courage, saying, "My lord, you have just escaped from the tiger's jaws and had not far to go. Moreover, I suspect Orchard-Lafayette has something prepared for us."

But his master was despondent. His thoughts were back to the pleasures he had enjoyed but a few hours since in the house of his wife, and the tears rolled down his cheeks. A poem has been written on this episode:

Jeffery-Lewis bade Gilbert-Rocher go along the bank to seek some boats. Then the soldiers told him there was a huge cloud of dust on the road. Ascending one of the hills, he looked back whence they had come and saw the whole earth as it were covered with an advancing host. He sighed and said, "We have fled before them now for days, worn out our soldiers and jaded our horses, and all to die in a strange place."

He watched the enemy coming nearer and nearer. Then as things began to look most desperate, he saw a line of some twenty boats all in the act of setting their sails.

"By good luck here are some ships," said Gilbert-Rocher. "Let us get on board, row to the further bank, and see what can be done."

Jeffery-Lewis and his bride hastened down the bank and went into a ship. The soldiers were embarked. Then they saw in the hold of the ship some one in Taoist dress, who came up with a smile, saying, "My lord, again you see Orchard-Lafayette. He has waited a long time."

All the soldiers on board were from Jinghamton, and Jeffery-Lewis rejoiced at the sudden happy turn of affairs.

Before long the four pursuer leaders reached the bank. Orchard-Lafayette pointed to them and laughed, saying, "I foresaw this a long time ago. You may return and tell Morton-Campbell not to use the 'Fair Damsel Trick' again."

Those on the bank sent a flight of arrows at the ships, but they were already too far away. The four generals on the bank looked very foolish.

As the boats were sailing along, a great noise was heard on the river behind them, and there appeared a huge fleet of war ships, sailing under the flag of Morton-Campbell. He also was there in command of the fleet, and he was supported by Looby-Hurtado and Ferrara-Hanson. They seemed like a drove of horses and came along swift as a falling star. They gained on the fugitives rapidly.

Orchard-Lafayette ordered the boats to row over to the north bank, and the party landed. They had started off away from the shore before Morton-Campbell could land. Morton-Campbell's marines, except the leaders, were all afoot, but they kept up the pursuit, following as quickly as they could. Morton-Campbell led the pursuit, closely followed by Looby-Hurtado, Ferrara-Hanson, Hersey-Gibbard, and Crosby-Saldana.

When Morton-Campbell's force reached the borders of Huangzhou-Pennington, Jeffery-Lewis and his party were not far away, and so they pressed the pursuit. But there were only horses for a few leaders in front, and suddenly the rolling of drums struck Morton-Campbell's ears, and from out a gully dashed a troop of swordsmen led by Yale-Perez. Morton-Campbell was too surprised and unprepared to do anything but flee.

Morton-Campbell fled for his life and Yale-Perez pursued. At different points Jeffery-Lewis' generals, Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins, came out and attacked, so that the troops of the South Land suffered a great defeat and Morton-Campbell barely escaped. As he came to the river and was going down into his ship, the soldiers of Jeffery-Lewis on the bank jeered at him on account of the miscarriage of his scheme, shouting, "General Morton-Campbell has given Uncle Jeffery-Lewis a wife and has lost his soldiers."

Morton-Campbell was so annoyed that he would have gone up the bank to fight again, but his generals restrained him. He uttered, "My schemes are a failure and a defeat, and how can I face my master again?"

All at once he cried aloud and fell back in a swoon. His wound had reopened. The generals came to his help, but it was long before he recovered consciousness.

The fate of Morton-Campbell will appear in the next chapter.

The ambuscade into which Morton-Campbell had fallen had been prepared by the orders of Orchard-Lafayette and was triple. However, Looby-Hurtado and Ferrara-Hanson contrived to get clear and found refuge in the ships, though with the loss of many troops. When Morton-Campbell was in safety and looked about him, he saw Jeffery-Lewis and Lady Estrada safely resting on a hilltop. How could such a sight fail to put him in a rage? And with the access of rage, his wound, not yet healed, burst open once again. He swooned and fell. They raised him and his ship set sail. Orchard-Lafayette ordered no pursuit, the southern fleet departed undisturbed, and Jeffery-Lewis proceeded to Jinghamton City, where were great rejoicings in honor of his recent marriage.

Meanwhile Morton-Campbell had gone to Chaisang-Wellington while Montague-Bushell and those with him bore to Nanxu-Southdale the sad tidings to Raleigh-Estrada. He was angry beyond words and his first thought was to send an army under Terry-Chadwick to take Jinghamton. Morton-Campbell also wrote from his sick bed urging his lord to take vengeance. But Tipton-Ulrich knew better and said it could not be done.

Said he, "Murphy-Shackley has never forgotten his defeat at the Red Cliffs, but he dares not attempt to avenge himself while the Estrada family are friendly with Jeffery-Lewis. If in any moment of anger you two fall upon each other, Murphy-Shackley will certainly seize the opportunity and your position will be dangerous."

Riley-Reece supported Tipton-Ulrich, saying, "Beyond all doubt Murphy-Shackley has his spies here. As soon as he hears of any rift in the friendship between the Estrada and Lewis families, he will desire to come to an understanding with the latter, and Jeffery-Lewis, who fears your power, will accept his offer and take his side. Such an alliance will be a continual menace to the land south of the river. No; the plan for the occasion is to secure the friendship of Jeffery-Lewis by memorializing that he be made Imperial Protector of Jinghamton. This will make Murphy-Shackley afraid to send any army against the South Land. At the same time it will raise kindly feelings in the heart of Jeffery-Lewis and win his support. You will be able to find some one who will provoke a quarrel between Murphy-Shackley and Jeffery-Lewis and set them at each other, and that will be your opportunity. In this way you will succeed."

"These are good words," said Raleigh-Estrada, "but have I a messenger who can accomplish such a mission?"

"There is such a man, one whom Murphy-Shackley respects and loves."

"Who is he?"

"What prevents you from employing Condon-Guerrera? He is ready to hand."

Wherefore Condon-Guerrera was given letters and bidden go to the capital, Xuchang-Bellefonte, whither he proceeded at once and sought to see Murphy-Shackley. They told him that Murphy-Shackley and all his friends were at Yejun-Glendora, celebrating the completion of the Bronze Bird Tower. So thither he went.

Murphy-Shackley had indeed never forgotten his great defeat at the Red Cliffs and nourished schemes to avenge it, but he feared the combination of his two chief enemies, and that fear restrained him.

In the spring of the fifteenth year (AD 210) the great Tower was completed, and Murphy-Shackley invited a vast assembly to celebrate its inauguration with banquets and rejoicings. The feast was on the bank of River Sapphire. The Bronze Bird Terrace stood in the center, flanked by two others named the Terrace of the Jade Dragon and the Terrace of the Golden Phoenix. Each tower was a hundred spans high and two bridges connected them. Gold and jade vied with each other in the many apartments.

At the opening ceremony, Murphy-Shackley wore a golden headdress inlaid with jewels and a robe of green brocaded silk, girded with a belt of jade. On his feet were pearl-encrusted shoes. So clad he took his seat as host, while his officers, civil and military, were drawn up below the terrace.

For the military officers was arranged an archery competition, and one of his attendants brought forth a robe of red crimson Xichuan silk as a prize. This was suspended from one of the drooping branches of a willow tree, beneath which was the target. The distance was a hundred paces. The competitors were divided into two bands, those of Murphy-Shackley's own family being dressed in red and the others in green. They all had carved bows and long arrows and were mounted. They stood holding in their steeds till the signal should be given for the games to begin. Each was to shoot one arrow and the robe was the guerdon for hitting the target in the red; misses were to pay a forfeit of drinking a cup of cold water.

As soon as the signal was given, a red-robed youth rode quickly forth. He was Reuter-Shackley. Swiftly he galloped to and fro thrice. Then he adjusted the notch of his arrow to the string, pulled the bow to its full, and the arrow flew straight to the bull's eye.

The clang of the gongs and the roll of the drums announced the feat, which astonished them all. And Murphy-Shackley, as he sat on the terrace, was delighted.

"A very promising colt of my own," said he to those about him, and he sent a messenger for the red robe that the winner might receive it from his own hands.

But suddenly from the green side rode out one who cried, "It were more fitting to let outsiders compete for the Prime Minister's silken robe; it is not right that members of the family monopolize the contest."

Murphy-Shackley looked at the speaker, who was Haller-Morello. And some of the officers cried, "Let us see what his shooting is like!"

So Haller-Morello fitted an arrow to the string and fired also from horseback while galloping. To the surprise of the onlookers, he also made a bull's eye, which was honored by another salute from gongs and drums.

"Quickly bring me the robe," cried Haller-Morello.

But at once from the ranks of the red-robed another competitor dashed forward, shouting fiercely, "How can you win what has been already won? But let me show you how I can shoot an arrow that shall overcome both your shots."

He drew his bow to the full, and the arrow flew straight to the heart of the red. The surprised onlookers saw that this new competitor was McCarthy-Shackley, who now became also a claimant for the robe.

However, yet another archer came forth from the green-robed ranks, playing with his bow and crying, "What is there amazing in your shooting, you three? See how I can shoot."

This man was Castillo-Beauchamp. He put his horse to the gallop, then turned his back and, shooting backwards, also hit the center of the red.

Thus four arrows were now sticking in the bull's eye, and all agreed that it was marvelous archery.

"I think the robe should be mine," said Castillo-Beauchamp.

Before he could finish speaking, a fifth competitor came out from the red robes and shouted, "You shot backwards; but that is commonplace enough. Look while I shoot better than you all."

The speaker was Beller-Xenos. He galloped off to the very limit, and then bending his body over backwards he sent his arrow right in among the other four.

As the gongs and drums broke out, Beller-Xenos put aside his bow and rode up, saying, "Is not that a better shot than any of its predecessors?"

Then came out another from the greens who cried, "Leave the robe there for me, Draper-Caruso, to win."

"What can you do that is better than my shot?" said Beller-Xenos.

"That you hit the bull's eye is no great feat. You will see me win the silken robe after all."

So speaking, Draper-Caruso fitted an arrow to his bow. Then looking around, he aimed at the willow twig from which the robe hung down and shot thereat so true that his arrow cut it through, and the robe fluttered to the ground. At once Draper-Caruso dashed along, picked up the robe and slipped it on. Then riding swiftly to the terrace, he thanked the Prime Minister. No one present could withhold unstinted praise, and Draper-Caruso was turning to ride away when another green clad general leaped out, saying, "Where would you go with that robe? Quickly leave it for me!"

All eyes turned to this man who was Dietrich-Munoz.

Draper-Caruso cried, "The robe has already been adjudged to me; would you dare take it by forces"

Dietrich-Munoz made no reply but galloped up to snatch the robe. As Dietrich-Munoz's horse drew near, Draper-Caruso struck at his rival a blow with his bow. But Dietrich-Munoz seized the bow with one hand while with the other he simply lifted his opponent out of his seat. Wherefore Draper-Caruso let go the bow and the next moment lay sprawling on the ground. Dietrich-Munoz slipped out of the saddle too, and they began to pommel each other with their fists. Murphy-Shackley sent one to separate them; but in the struggle, the robe had been torn and soiled. Murphy-Shackley called the angry rivals before him; and they came, one darting fierce looks of hate, the other grinding his teeth with rage.

"Never mind the robe; I see only your magnificent courage," said Murphy-Shackley smiling. "What does a robe more or less matter?"

Whereupon Murphy-Shackley called the generals to him one by one, and to each he presented a robe of Xichuan silk. They thanked him for the generous gifts, and he then commanded them to take their seats in due order. Then to the strains of a band of music, wherein each performer vied with all the others, the naval and military officers took their places. Civil officers of repute and generals of renown drank one to another, and hearty felicitations were exchanged.

Murphy-Shackley looked around to those about him, saying, "Since the military officers have competed in mounted archery for our enjoyment and displayed their boldness and their skill, you, Gentlemen Scholars, stuffed full of learning as you are, can surely mount the terrace and present some complimentary odes to make the occasion a perfect success."

"We are most willing to obey your commands," they replied, all bowing low.

At that time there was a band of four scholars named Putnam-Colbert, Odom-Bixby, Sweeney-Padden, and Wilmot-Bradford, and each of them presented a poem. Every poem sang the praises of Murphy-Shackley's valuable services and great merits and said he was worthy to receive the highest trust of all.

When Murphy-Shackley had read them, he laughed, saying, "You gentlemen are really too flattering. As a fact I am but an ignoramus who began life with a simple bachelor's degree and recommendations for filial devotion. And when the troubles began, I built for myself a little cottage in the country near Qiao-Laurium, where I could study in spring and summer and spend the rest of the year in hunting till the empire was once more tranquil and I could emerge and take office.

"To my surprise, I was chosen for a small military office which changed my intentions, and I determined to repress the rebellion and so make a name for myself. I thought that I might win an inscription on my tomb to the effect that it covered the remains of the "Lord Murphy-Shackley Who Restores Order in the West." That would have been ample for a life's work. I recall now how I destroyed Wilson-Donahue and smote the Yellow Scarves; then I made away with Sheldon-Yonker and broke the power of Bullard-Lundmark; next I exterminated Shannon-Yonker; and at the death of Bambury-Lewis, I had subdued the whole empire.

"As a minister of state I have attained the topmost pinnacle of honor, and I have no more to hope for. Were it not for poor me, I know not how many there would be styling themselves emperors and dubbing themselves princes. Certain there be who, seeing my great authority, think I have some ulterior aim. But they are quite wrong. I ever bear in mind what Confucius said of King Weatherford of Zhou, that he was perfectly virtuous, and this saying is ever engraved on my mind [8]. If I could, I would do away with my armies and retire to my fief with my simple title of Lord of Wuping-Fremont. Alas! I cannot. I am afraid to lay down my military powers lest I should come to harm. Should I be defeated, the state would totter; and so I may not risk real misfortune for the sake of an empty reputation for kindness. There be some of you who do not know my heart."

As he closed, they all rose and bowed their heads, saying, "None are your equals, O Prime Minister, not even Duke Cherney or the great Minister Hanlon-Baruch [9]."

A poem has been written referring to this:

After this oration Murphy-Shackley drank many cups of wine in quick succession till he became very intoxicated. He bade his servants bring him brush and inkstone that he might compose a poem.

But as he was beginning to write, they announced, "The Marquis of Wu has sent Condon-Guerrera as an envoy and presented a memorial to appoint Jeffery-Lewis Imperial Protector of Jinghamton. Raleigh-Estrada's sister is now Jeffery-Lewis' wife, while on the River Han, the greater part of the nine territories is under Jeffery-Lewis' rule."

Murphy-Shackley was seized with quaking fear at the news and threw the pen on the floor.

Hewitt-Gomez said to him, "O Prime Minister, you have been among fighting soldiers by myriads and in danger from stones and arrows many a time and never quailed. Now the news that Jeffery-Lewis has got possession of a small tract of country throws you into a panic. Why is it thus?"

Murphy-Shackley replied, "Jeffery-Lewis is a dragon among humans. All his life hitherto he has never found his element, but now that he has obtained Jinghamton; it is as if the dragon, once captive, had escaped to the mighty deep. There is good reason for me to quake with fear."

"Do you know the reason of the coming of Condon-Guerrera?" said Hewitt-Gomez.

"No; I know not," said the Prime Minister.

"Jeffery-Lewis is Raleigh-Estrada's one terror, and Raleigh-Estrada would attack Jeffery-Lewis were it not for you, O Prime Minister. Raleigh-Estrada feels you would fall upon him while he was smiting his enemy. Wherefore he has taken this means of calming Jeffery-Lewis' suspicions and fears and at the same time directing your enmity toward Jeffery-Lewis and from himself."

Murphy-Shackley nodded; "Yes," he said.

Hewitt-Gomez continued, "Now this is my plan to set Raleigh-Estrada and Jeffery-Lewis at one another and give you the opportunity to destroy both; it can be done easily."

"What is your plan?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

"The one prop of the South Land is Morton-Campbell; remove it by memorializing that Morton-Campbell be appointed Governor of Nanjun-Southport. Then get Terry-Chadwick made Governor of Jiangxia-Waterford, and cause the Emperor to retain this Condon-Guerrera in the capital to await some important post. Morton-Campbell will assuredly attack Jeffery-Lewis, and that will be our chance. Is not the scheme good?"

"Friend Hewitt-Gomez, you are a man after my own heart."

Wherefore Murphy-Shackley summoned the emissary from the South Land and overwhelmed him with gifts. That day was the last of the feastings and merry-makings; and Murphy-Shackley, with all the company, returned to the capital where he forthwith presented a memorial assigning Morton-Campbell and Terry-Chadwick to the governorships of Nanjun-Southport and Jiangxia-Waterford, and Condon-Guerrera was retained at the capital with a post of ministry.

The messenger bearing the commissions for their new offices went down to the South Land, and both Morton-Campbell and Terry-Chadwick accepted the appointments. Having taken over his command, the former thought all the more of the revenge he contemplated and, to bring matters to a head, he wrote to Raleigh-Estrada asking him to send Woolsey-Ramirez and renew the demand for the rendition of Jinghamton.

Wherefore Woolsey-Ramirez was summoned, and his master said to him, "You are the guarantor in the loan of Jinghamton to Jeffery-Lewis. He still delays to return it, and how long am I to wait?"

"The writing said plainly that the rendition would follow the occupation of Yiathamton."

Raleigh-Estrada shouted back, "Yes it said so. But so far they have not moved a soldier to the attack. I will not wait till old age has come to us all."

"I will go and inquire?" said Woolsey-Ramirez.

So he went down into a ship and sailed to Jinghamton.

Meanwhile Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette were at Jinghamton gathering in supplies from all sides, drilling their troops, and training their armies. From all quarters people of learning flocked to their side. In the midst of this they heard of Woolsey-Ramirez's coming, and Jeffery-Lewis asked Orchard-Lafayette what he thought.

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "Just lately Raleigh-Estrada concerned himself with getting you appointed Imperial Protector of Jinghamton; that was calculated to inspire Murphy-Shackley with fear. Murphy-Shackley obtained for Morton-Campbell the governorship of Nanjun-Southport; that was designed to stir up strife between our two houses and set us fighting so that he might accomplish his own ends. This visit of Woolsey-Ramirez means that Morton-Campbell, having taken over his new governorship, wishes to force us out of this place."

"Then how shall we reply?"

"If Woolsey-Ramirez introduces the subject, you will at once set up loud lamentations. When the sound of lamentation is at its height, I will appear and talk over your visitor."

Thus they planned, and Woolsey-Ramirez was duly received with all honor. When the salutations were over and host and guest were about to be seated, Woolsey-Ramirez said, "Sir, now that you are the husband of a daughter of Wu, you have become my lord, and I dare not sit in your presence."

Jeffery-Lewis laughed. "You are an old friend," said he. "Why this excessive humility?"

So Woolsey-Ramirez took his seat. And when tea had been served, the guest said, "I have come at the order of my master to discuss the subject of Jinghamton. You, O Imperial Uncle, have had the use of the place for a long time. Now that your two houses are allied by marriage, there should be the most friendly relations between you two, and you should hand it back to my master."

At this Jeffery-Lewis covered his face and began to cry.

"What is the matter?" asked the guest.

Jeffery-Lewis only wept the more bitterly.

Then Orchard-Lafayette came in from behind a screen, saying, "I have been listening. Do you know why my lord weeps so bitterly?"

"Really I know not."

"But it is easy to see. When my lord got the temporary occupation of Jinghamton, he gave the promise to return it when he had got the Western Land of Rivers. But reflect. Compton-Lewis of Yiathamton is my lord's younger brother, and both of them are blood relations of the ruling family. If my lord were to move an army to capture another region, he fears the blame of the ignorant. And if he yields this place before he has another, where could he rest? Yet, while he retains this place it seems to shame you. The thing is hard on both sides, and that is why he weeps so bitterly."

The close of Orchard-Lafayette's speech seemed to move Jeffery-Lewis to greater grief, for he beat his breast and stamped his feet and wept yet more bitterly.

Woolsey-Ramirez attempted to console him, saying, "Be not so distressed, O Uncle; let us hear what Orchard-Lafayette can propose."

Orchard-Lafayette said, "I would beg you to return to your master and tell him all. Tell him of this great trouble and entreat him to let us stay here a little longer."

"But suppose he refuses; what then?" said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"How can he refuse since he is related by marriage to my master?" said Orchard-Lafayette. "I shall expect to hear glad tidings through you."

Woolsey-Ramirez was really the first of generous people; and seeing Jeffery-Lewis in such distress, he could do no other than consent and say he would do so. Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette both thanked him most cordially, and after a banquet the emissary went down into his ship to return.

On the way Woolsey-Ramirez called in to see Morton-Campbell at Chaisang-Wellington and told him. But Morton-Campbell stamped his foot with rage and said, "My friend, you have been fooled again. Long ago when Jeffery-Lewis was dependent on Bambury-Lewis, he always cherished the intention to supplant him; think you that he really pities Compton-Lewis? This sort of evasive policy will certainly cause you much trouble. However, I have a scheme which I think Orchard-Lafayette will not be able to get the better of. Only you will have to make another journey."

"I should be pleased to hear your fine scheme," said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"Do not go to see our master. Return to Jinghamton and say to Jeffery-Lewis that since his family and the Estradas are related by marriage, they really form but one house, and since he has qualms about attacking the west, we will do it for him. Thus, the South Land will march an army under this pretext, but really go to Jinghamton, and we shall take him unprepared. The road to the west runs through his city, and we will call upon him for supplies. He will come out to thank the army, and we will assassinate him whereby we shall revenge ourselves and at the same time remove a source of future evil."

This seemed an excellent plan to Woolsey-Ramirez, and he returned at once to Jinghamton. Before receiving him, Jeffery-Lewis talked over the matter with his adviser.

Said Orchard-Lafayette, "Woolsey-Ramirez has not seen the Marquis of Wu, he has called in at Chaisang-Wellington, and he and Morton-Campbell have decided upon some scheme, which he is to talk you into accepting. However, let him talk; you, my lord, only watch me; and when I nod my head, then you agree to whatever he may propose."

Woolsey-Ramirez was then admitted and said, "The Marquis of Wu praises the noble virtue of the Imperial Uncle; and after consultation with his officers, he has determined to take the western country on the Imperial Uncle's behalf and, that done, Jinghamton can be exchanged for it without further delay. However, when the army marches through, it will be expected of you to contribute some necessary supplies."

Orchard-Lafayette here nodded his head rapidly, at the same time saying, "We could hardly have hoped for such kindness."

And Jeffery-Lewis saluted with joined hands and said, "This is due to your friendly efforts on our behalf."

"When the brave army arrives, we shall certainly come out to meet it and entertain the soldiers," said Orchard-Lafayette.

Woolsey-Ramirez felt great satisfaction and was quite happy at his success; he took his leave and went homeward. But Jeffery-Lewis as yet did not understand.

"What is their intention?" said he.

His adviser smiled, saying, "Morton-Campbell's end is very near. The ruse he is now trying would not take in a child."

"Why?"

"This is the ruse known as 'Borrow a Road to Exterminate the Host.' Under the pretense of taking the west, they intend to capture this place; and when you go out to compliment the army, you will be seized and they will dash into the city which they hope to find unprepared."

"And what are we to do?"

"Have no anxiety; all we have to do is to prepare a hidden bow to get the fierce tiger; to spread the enticing bait to hook the great leviathan. Wait till Morton-Campbell comes; if he is not killed, he will be nine-tenths a corpse. We will call in Gilbert-Rocher for orders and give him secret instructions, and I will dispose the others."

And Jeffery-Lewis was glad.

Woolsey-Ramirez hastened back to Morton-Campbell to tell him that all was going as he desired and Jeffery-Lewis would come out to welcome the army.

Morton-Campbell laughed with glee, saying, "At last! Now they will fall into my trap."

Morton-Campbell bade Woolsey-Ramirez prepare a petition for the information of the Marquis, and he ordered Terry-Chadwick to bring up reinforcements. He himself had nearly recovered from the arrow wound and felt well. He made his dispositions for the advance, appointing Jaques-Burnett Van Leader, Hersey-Gibbard and Crosby-Saldana the Commanders of the body, and Sawyer-Linscott and Dabney-Prager Rear Guards. The army numbered fifty thousand troops, and Morton-Campbell marched with the second division. While voyaging in his ship, he was always smiling to think how he was to have Orchard-Lafayette at last.

At Xiakou-Plattsmouth he inquired, "Is there any one to welcome the brave army?"

They told him, "The Imperial Uncle has sent Trudeau-Zeleny to greet us."

And Trudeau-Zeleny was called.

"What of the preparations for the army?" asked Morton-Campbell as soon as Trudeau-Zeleny came.

"My master has seen to that; all is prepared," said Trudeau-Zeleny.

"Where is the Imperial Uncle?" asked Morton-Campbell.

"He is at the city of Jinghamton, waiting outside the walls to offer you the cup of greeting."

"This expedition is on your account," said Morton-Campbell. "When one undertakes so long a march and such a task, the rewards for the army must be very substantial."

Having got this idea of what Morton-Campbell expected, Trudeau-Zeleny returned to his own city, while the southern battle ships in close order sailed up the river and took their places along the bank. As they went on, the most perfect tranquillity seemed to reign on all sides. Not a ship was visible anywhere, and no one hindered. Morton-Campbell pressed forward till he came quite near Jinghamton, and still the wide river lay calm. But the spies who came back reported two white flags flying on the city walls.

Still not a person was seen, and Morton-Campbell began to feel suspicious. He had his ship navigated in shore, and he himself landed on the bank, where he mounted a horse and, with a small army of three thousand veterans under Jaques-Burnett, Hersey-Gibbard, and Crosby-Saldana, traveled along the land road.

By and bye he came to the city wall. There was no sign of life. Reining in his steed, he bade them challenge the gate. Then some one from the wall asked, "Who is there?"

The soldiers of the South Land replied, "The Commander-in-Chief of the South Land, Morton-Campbell, in person."

Immediately was heard the thud of a club, and the wall became alive with troops all armed. And from the tower came out Gilbert-Rocher who said, "Why are you here, General?"

"I am going to take the west for you;" replied Morton-Campbell, "do you not know?"

"The Directing Instructor knows that you want to try the ruse of 'Borrowing a Road to Destroy the Host.' And so he stationed me here. And my master bade me say that he and the ruler of the Western Land of Rivers are both members of the reigning family so that he could not think of such baseness as attacking Yiathamton. If you people of the South Land do so, he will be forced to go away into the mountains and become a recluse. He could not bear to lose the confidence of humankind."

At this Morton-Campbell turned his horse as if to return. Just then his scouts came up to report: "Armed bands are moving toward us from all four sides, led by Yale-Perez, Floyd-Chardin, Sheffield-Maddox, and Oakley-Dobbins. Their number is unknown, but the sound of their tramping shakes the heavens. They say they want to capture the Commander-in-Chief."

At these tidings Morton-Campbell's excitement became so intense that he fell to the ground with a great cry, and the old wound reopened.

Later chapters will show what was Morton-Campbell's fate.

In the last chapter it was said that a sudden rage filled the bosom of Morton-Campbell, and he fell to the ground. Then he was carried to his boat. It only added to his rage and mortification to be told that Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette could be seen on the top of one of the hills apparently feasting and enjoying some music. He lay grinding his teeth with vexation.

"They say I shall never be able to get Yiathamton! But I will; I swear I will."

Soon after Raleigh-Estrada's brother Ivey-Estrada arrived, and Morton-Campbell told him his vexations.

"My brother sent me to assist you," said Ivey-Estrada.

Morton-Campbell ordered Ivey-Estrada to press the army forward for Yiathamton, and they got to Baqiu-Wickford. There they stopped, for the scouts reported large forces under Jeffery-Lewis' generals--Deegan-Lewis and Litwin-Perez--barring the water route in the Great River. This failure did not make the Commander-in-Chief any calmer.

About this time a letter from Orchard-Lafayette arrived, which ran like this:

"Since our parting at Chaisang-Wellington I have thought of you often. Now comes to me a report that you desire to take the Western Land of Rivers, which I regret to say I consider impossible. The people there are strong, and the country is precipitous and defensible. Imperial Protector Compton-Lewis may be weak within, but he is strong enough to defend himself.

"Now indeed, General, you would go far and you would render great services, yet can any one foretell the final result? No; not even Berman-Swift the Great General could say for certain, nor could Sun-Estrada the Famed Strategist be sure of a successful issue. Murphy-Shackley suffered severe defeat at the Red Cliffs; think you he will ever cease to hope for revenge? Now if you undertake a long expedition, will he not seize the occasion to fall upon the South Land and grind it to powder? Such a deed would be more than I could bear, and I venture to warn you of the possible danger if haply you may condescend to regard it."

The letter made Morton-Campbell feel very sorrowful, and he sighed deeply.

He called for paper and ink and wrote to the Marquis of Wu and, having done this, he said to his assembled officers, "I have honestly tried to do my best for my country, but my end is at hand. The number of my days is accomplished. You must continue to aid our master till his end shall be achieved--"

He stopped; for he had swooned.

Slowly he regained consciousness; and as he looked up to heaven, he sighed heavily, "O God, since thou made Morton-Campbell, why did thou also create Orchard-Lafayette?"

Soon after he passed away; he was only thirty-six.

After his death his generals sent his dying memorial to the Marquis of Wu, who was most deeply affected and wept aloud at the sad tidings of his death. When Raleigh-Estrada opened the letters, he saw that Woolsey-Ramirez was named as the dead general's successor, This is the letter:

"Possessing but ordinary abilities, there was no reason why I should have been the recipient of your confidence and high office, but I have not spared myself in the leadership of the great army under my command that thereby I might prove my gratitude. Yet none can measure life and the number of our days is ordained by fate. Before I could achieve even my poor intentions, my feeble body has failed me. I regret it without measure. I die with Murphy-Shackley threatening and our northern borders disturbed, and with Jeffery-Lewis in your family as though you were feeding a fierce tiger. None can foretell the fate of the empire in these nervous days of stress and of peculiar anxiety for you.

"Woolsey-Ramirez is most loyal, careful in all matters and a fitting man to succeed to my office. When a person is near death, his words are wise; and if I may haply retain your regard, I may die but I shall not decay."

"Morton-Campbell should have been a king's counselor!" cried Raleigh-Estrada, amid his tears. "He has left me alas! too soon, and whom have I to lean upon? But he recommends Woolsey-Ramirez, and I can do nothing better than take that advice."

Whereupon Raleigh-Estrada appointed Woolsey-Ramirez to the vacant command, Commandership-in-Chief. Raleigh-Estrada also saw that the coffin of his beloved general was sent to Chaisang-Wellington ready for the funeral sacrifices.

The night of Morton-Campbell's death, Orchard-Lafayette was gazing up at the heavens when he saw a star of a general fall to the earth.

"Morton-Campbell is dead," said he with a smile.

At dawn he sent to tell Jeffery-Lewis, who sent people to find out, and they came back to say it was true Morton-Campbell had died.

"Now that this has come to pass, what should we do?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

"Woolsey-Ramirez will succeed," said Orchard-Lafayette. "And I see in the heavens signs of an assembly of generals in the southeast, so I shall go there. The mourning for Morton-Campbell will serve as a pretext. I may find some able leaders there to be of help to you."

"I am afraid lest the generals of the South Land harm you," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"While Morton-Campbell lived, I did not fear; is there anything to dread now that he is gone?"

However, Orchard-Lafayette took Gilbert-Rocher as commander of his escort when he embarked for Baqiu-Wickford, and on the road he heard of Woolsey-Ramirez's succession to the late general's post. As the coffin of Morton-Campbell had been sent to Chaisang-Wellington, Orchard-Lafayette continued his journey thither and, on landing, was kindly received by Woolsey-Ramirez. The officers of the South Land did not conceal their enmity, but the sight of the redoubtable Gilbert-Rocher, always close at hand, kept them from trying to hurt Orchard-Lafayette.

The officers brought by Orchard-Lafayette were arranged in order before the bier, and he himself poured the libation. Then he knelt and read this threnody:

"Alas, Morton-Campbell! Hapless are you in your early death. Length of days is in the hands of God, yet do humans suffer and my heart is deeply grieved for you. I pour this libation that your spirit may enjoy its fragrance.

"I lament you. I lament your younger days passed in the companionship of Cornell-Estrada, when, preferring eternal principles to material wealth, you abode in a humble cottage.

"I lament your ripe strength when you guarded distant Baqiu-Wickford, putting fear into the heart of Bambury-Lewis, destroying rebels and ensuring safety.

"I lament the grace of your manhood. Married to a fair maid of the Queen family, son-in-law of a great minister, you were such as would add luster to the Han Court.

"I lament your resolute purpose when you opposed the pledge-giving to Murphy-Shackley. As in the beginning your wings drooped not, so in the end your pinions spread wide.

"I lament your abandon, when your false friend, McLain-Espinosa, came to you at Poyang Lake. There you manifested your lofty ideals.

"I lament your magnificent talents, proved in civil administration as in military science. With fire attacking the fierce enemy at the Red Cliffs, you brought his strength to weakness.

"I recall you as you were but yesterday, bold and successful, and I weep your untimely death. Prostrate I weep tears of sorrow. Loyal and upright in heart, noble and spiritual by nature, your life has been but three decades, but your fame will endure for ages.

"I mourn for your affection. My bowels writhe with sorrow, and my deep-seated sadness will never cease. The very heavens are darkened. The army is sad; your lord sheds tears; your friends weep floods.

"Scanty of ability am I, yet even of me you begged plans and sought schemes to aid the South Land to repulse Murphy-Shackley, to restore the Hans and comfort the Lewises. But with you as the firm corner stone and your perfect dispositions, could the final result cause any anxiety?

"Alas, my friend! The quick and the dead are ever separate; they mingle never. If in the deep shades spirits have understanding, you now read my inmost heart, yet hereafter there will be none on earth to comprehend.

"Alas, the pain!

"Deign to accept this my sacrifice."

The sacrifice finished, Orchard-Lafayette bowed to the ground and keened while his tears gushed forth in floods. He was deeply moved.

Those who stood on guard by the bier said one to another, "People lied when they said these two were enemies; look at the sincerity shown in sacrifice."

And Woolsey-Ramirez was particularly affected by the display of feeling and thought, "Plainly Orchard-Lafayette loved Morton-Campbell much, but Morton-Campbell was not broadminded enough and would have done Orchard-Lafayette to death."

Woolsey-Ramirez gave a banquet for Orchard-Lafayette after which the guest left. Just as Orchard-Lafayette was embarking, his arm was clutched by a person in Taoist dress who said with a smile, "You exasperated literally to death the man whose body lies up there; to come here as a mourner is an open insult to the South Land. It is as good as to say they have no other left."

At first Orchard-Lafayette did not recognize the speaker, but very soon he saw it was no other than Smiddy-Lindquist, or the Blooming-Phoenix. Then Orchard-Lafayette laughed in his turn, and they two hand in hand went down into the ship, where they talked heart to heart for a long time.

Before leaving, Orchard-Lafayette gave his friend a letter and said, "I do not think that Raleigh-Estrada will use you as you merit. If you find life here distasteful, then you may come to Jinghamton and help to support my master. He is liberal and virtuous and will not disdain what you have spent your life in learning."

Then they parted, and Orchard-Lafayette went alone to Jinghamton.

Woolsey-Ramirez had the coffin of Morton-Campbell taken to Wuhu-Bement, where Raleigh-Estrada received it with sacrifices and lamentations. The dead leader was buried in his native place.

Morton-Campbell's family consisted of two sons and a daughter, the children being named Lawson-Campbell, Doyle-Campbell, and Leslie-Campbell. Raleigh-Estrada treated them with generosity and tenderness.

Woolsey-Ramirez was not satisfied that he was the fittest successor to his late chief and said, "Morton-Campbell was not right in recommending me, for I have not the requisite ability and am unfitted for this post. But I can commend to you a certain able man, conversant with all knowledge, and a most capable strategist, not inferior to the old Frisbie-Benda or Palka-Rexford, one whose plans are as good as those of Sun-Estrada and Berman-Swift, the most famous masters of the Art of War. Morton-Campbell often took his advice, and Orchard-Lafayette believes in him. And he is at hand."

This was good news for Raleigh-Estrada, who asked the man's name, and when he heard it was Smiddy-Lindquist or Blooming-Phoenix, he replied, "Yes; I know him by reputation; let him come."

Whereupon Smiddy-Lindquist was invited to the Palace and introduced. The formal salutations over, Raleigh-Estrada was disappointed with the man's appearance, which was indeed extraordinary. Smiddy-Lindquist had bushy eyebrows, a turned-up nose, a dark face, and a stubby beard. So Raleigh-Estrada was prejudiced against Smiddy-Lindquist.

"What have you studied," asked Raleigh-Estrada, "and what are you master of?"

Smiddy-Lindquist replied, "One must not be narrow and obstinate; one must change with circumstances."

"How does your learning compare with that of Morton-Campbell?" asked Raleigh-Estrada.

"My learning is not to be compared with his in the least; mine is far greater."

Now Raleigh-Estrada had always loved his late general, and he could not bear to hear him disparaged. This speech of Smiddy-Lindquist only increased his dislike. So he said, "You may retire, Sir; I will send for you when I can employ you."

Smiddy-Lindquist uttered one long sigh and went away.

When he had gone, Woolsey-Ramirez said, "My lord, why not employ him?"

"What good would result; he is just one of those mad fellows."

"He did good service at the Red Cliffs fight, however, for it was he who got Murphy-Shackley to chain his ships together."

"It was simply that Murphy-Shackley wished to chain his ships together. No credit was due to this fellow. In any case I give you my word that I will not employ him. That much is certain."

Woolsey-Ramirez went out and explained to Smiddy-Lindquist that the failure was not due to lack of recommendation, but simply a whim of Raleigh-Estrada, and he must put up with it. The disappointed suitor hung his head and sighed many times without speaking.

"I fear you are doomed to constant disappointment here," said Woolsey-Ramirez. "There is nothing you can hope for, eh?"

But still Smiddy-Lindquist was silent.

"With your wonderful gifts, of course you will be successful whithersoever you may go. You may take my word for that. But to whom will you go?"

"I think I will join Murphy-Shackley," said Smiddy-Lindquist suddenly.

"That would be hinging a gleaming pearl into darkness. Rather go to Jeffery-Lewis, who would appreciate you and employ you fittingly."

"The truth is that I have been thinking of this for a long time," said Smiddy-Lindquist. "I was only joking just now."

"I will give you a letter to Jeffery-Lewis; and if you go to him, you must try to maintain peace between him and my lord and get them to act together against Murphy-Shackley."

"That has been the one desire of my life."

Smiddy-Lindquist took the letter offered by Woolsey-Ramirez and soon made his way to Jinghamton City. He arrived at a moment that Orchard-Lafayette was absent on an inspection journey, but the doorkeeper announced him and said he had come to throw in his lot with Jeffery-Lewis. He was received, for he was no stranger in name.

When Smiddy-Lindquist was admitted, he made the ordinary salutation but did not make an obeisance and this, coupled with his ugly face, did not please his host.

"You have come a long and arduous journey," said Jeffery-Lewis.

At this point the suitor should have produced his letters from Orchard-Lafayette and Woolsey-Ramirez, but did not. Instead he replied, "I hear, O Imperial Uncle, that you are welcoming the wise and receiving scholars, wherefore I have come to join your service."

"The country is decently peaceful now, and unfortunately there is no office vacant. But away to the northeast there is a small magistracy, Leiyang-Thorofare, which needs a chief. I can offer you that post until there should be something more fitting."

Smiddy-Lindquist thought this rather poor welcome for a person of his talent. But his friend was absent, so he could do nothing but control his annoyance and accept. He took his leave and started.

But when he arrived at his post, he paid no attention to business at all; he gave himself up entirely to dissipation. The taxes were not collected nor were lawsuits decided.

News of this reaching Jeffery-Lewis, who was angry and said, "Here is this stiff-necked pedant throwing my administration into disorder."

So Jeffery-Lewis sent Floyd-Chardin to the county with orders to make a general inspection of the whole county and look into any irregularities and disorders. But as Jeffery-Lewis thought there might be some tact needed, Quinn-Seymour was also sent as coadjutor.

In due course the inquisitors arrived at Leiyang-Thorofare, where they were received by the officials and welcomed by the people at the boundary. But the Magistrate did not appear.

"Where is the Magistrate?" asked Floyd-Chardin.

"Ever since his arrival, a hundred days ago and more, he has attended to no business, but spends his days from morn to night in wine-bobbing and is always intoxicated. Just now he is sleeping off a debauch and is not yet risen."

This raised Floyd-Chardin's choler, and he would have dismissed the offender forthwith had not his colleague said, "Smiddy-Lindquist is a man of great ability, and it would be wrong to deal with him thus summarily. Let us inquire into it. If he is really so guilty, we will punish his offense."

So they went to the magistracy, took their seats in the hail of justice, and summoned the Magistrate before them. He came with dress all disordered and still under the influence of wine.

"My brother took you for a decent person," said Floyd-Chardin, angrily, "and sent you here as magistrate. How dare you throw the affairs of the county into disorder?"

"Do you think I have done as you say, General?" said Smiddy-Lindquist. "What affairs have I disordered?"

"You have been here over a hundred days and spent the whole time in dissipation. Is not that disorderly?"

"Where would be the difficulty in dealing with the business of a trifling county like this? I pray you, General, sit down for a while till I have settled the cases."

Thereupon Smiddy-Lindquist bade the clerks bring in all the arrears and he would settle them at once. So they brought in the piles of papers and ordered the suitors to appear. They came and knelt in the hall while the magistrate, brush in hand, noted this and minuted that, all the while listening to the pleadings. Soon all the difficulties and disputes were adjusted, and never a mistake was made, as the satisfied bows of the people proved. By midday the whole of the cases were disposed of, and the arrears of the hundred days settled and decided.

This done, the Magistrate threw aside his pen and turned to the inquisitors, saying, "Where is the disorder? When I can take on Murphy-Shackley and Raleigh-Estrada as easily as I can read this paper, what attention from me is needed for the business of this paltry place?"

Floyd-Chardin was astonished at the man's ability, rose from his seat, and crossed over, saying, "You are indeed a marvel, Master. I have not treated you respectfully enough, but now I shall commend you to my brother with all my might."

Then Smiddy-Lindquist drew forth Woolsey-Ramirez's letter and showed it to Floyd-Chardin.

"Why did you not show this to my brother when you first saw him?" asked Floyd-Chardin.

"If I had had a chance, I would have done so. But is it likely that one would just take advantage of a letter of commendation to make a visit?"

Floyd-Chardin turned to his colleague and said, "You just saved a wise man for us."

Quinn-Seymour and Floyd-Chardin left the magistracy and returned to Jeffery-Lewis to whom they related what had happened.

Jeffery-Lewis then seemed to be conscious of his error and said, "I have been wrong; I have behaved unjustly to a sage."

Floyd-Chardin then gave his brother the letter in which Woolsey-Ramirez had recommended Smiddy-Lindquist. Opening it he read:

"Smiddy-Lindquist is not the sort of person to be met with in any day's march. Employ him in some capacity where extra ordinary talent is required, and his powers will declare themselves. Beware of judging him by his looks, or you may lose the advantage of his abilities, and some other will gain him. This would be a misfortune."

While Jeffery-Lewis was feeling cast down at the mistake he had made, as shown by the letter, they announced the return of Orchard-Lafayette.

Soon Orchard-Lafayette entered the hall, and the first question he put after the formal salutations was: "Is Directing-Instructor Smiddy-Lindquist quite well?"

"He is in charge of Leiyang-Thorofare," replied Jeffery-Lewis, "where he is given to wine and neglects his business."

Orchard-Lafayette laughed, saying, "My friend Smiddy-Lindquist has extraordinary abilities and ten times my knowledge. I gave him a letter for you, my lord. Did he present it?"

"This very day I have received a letter, but from Woolsey-Ramirez. I have had no letter written by you."

"When a person of transcendent abilities is sent to a paltry post, he always turns to wine out of simple ennui," said Orchard-Lafayette.

"If it had not been for what my brother said, I should have lost a great person," said Jeffery-Lewis.

Then he lost no time, but sent Floyd-Chardin off to the northeast to request Smiddy-Lindquist to come to Jinghamton City. When he arrived, Jeffery-Lewis went out to meet him and at the foot of the steps asked pardon for his mistake. Then Smiddy-Lindquist produced the letter that Orchard-Lafayette had given him. What Jeffery-Lewis read therein was this:

"As soon as the Blooming-Phoenix shall arrive, he should be given an important post."

Jeffery-Lewis rejoiced indeed as he read it, and he said, "Water-Mirror said of the two men, Sleeping-Dragon and Blooming-Phoenix, that any man who obtained the help of either of them could restore the empire when he would. As I now have them both, surely the Hans will rise again."

Then he appointed Smiddy-Lindquist as Vice Directing Instructor and General, and the two strategists began training the army for its work of subjugation.

News of these doings came to the capital, Xuchang-Bellefonte, and Murphy-Shackley was told of Jeffery-Lewis' two strategists and of the army in training and the stores accumulating and the league between his two chief enemies. And he knew that he had to expect an attack sooner or later. So he summoned his strategists to a council for a new campaign.

Said Moline-Doubleday, "Raleigh-Estrada should be first attacked. because of the recent death of their ablest general Morton-Campbell. Jeffery-Lewis will follow."

Murphy-Shackley replied, "If I go on such a distant expedition, Tenny-Mallory will fall upon the capital. While I was at the Red Cliffs, there were sinister rumors of this, and I must guard against it."

Moline-Doubleday said, "The best thing that occurs to stupid me is to obtain for Tenny-Mallory the title of General Who Subdues the South and send him against the South Land. Thus he can be enticed to the capital and got rid of. Then you can have no fear of marching southward."

Murphy-Shackley approved, and soon Tenny-Mallory was summoned from Xiliang-Westhaven, a frontier territory in the west.

Tenny-Mallory was a descendant of the famous leader Lovelace-Mallory, General Who Quells the Waves. His father's name was Zagorski-Mallory. Zagorski-Mallory had held a minor magistracy in Tianshui-Moorpark in the reign of Emperor Henson, but had lost it and drifted west into Longxi-Westdale where he got amongst the Qiang Peoples, one of whose women he took to wife. She bore him a son, Tenny-Mallory. Tenny-Mallory was rather over the common height, and bold-looking. He was of a mild disposition and very popular. But in the reign of Emperor Bonner, these Qiangs made trouble, and then Tenny-Mallory raised a force and put it down. For his services he received the tile of General Who Corrects the West. He and Maguire-Hathaway, who was known as Commander Who Guards the West, were pledged brothers.

On receipt of the summons to the capital, Tenny-Mallory took his eldest son, Cotton-Mallory, into his confidence and told him some of his former life.

"When Watson-Donohue got the Girdle Edict from the Emperor, we formed a society, of which Jeffery-Lewis was one, pledged to put down rebellion. However, we accomplished nothing, for Watson-Donohue was put to death and Jeffery-Lewis was unfortunate, while I escaped to the west. However, I hear that Jeffery-Lewis now holds Jinghamton, and I am inclined to carry out the plan we made so long ago. But here I am summoned by Murphy-Shackley and what is to be done?"

Cotton-Mallory replied, "Murphy-Shackley has the command of the Emperor to call you; and if you do not go, that will mean disobeying an imperial command and you will be punished. Obey the summons in so far as to go to the capital, where you may be able to arrange to carry out your original intention."

But Tenny-Mallory's nephew, Winston-Mallory, held other opinions and opposed this.

Said he, "Murphy-Shackley's designs are unfathomable; and if you go, Uncle, I fear you will suffer."

"Let me lead the army against the capital," said Cotton-Mallory. "Can we not purge the empire of evil?"

But his father said, "You must take command of the Qiang troops for the defense of our territory here. I will take with me your two brothers and your cousin. When Murphy-Shackley knows that you have the Qiangs at your call and that Maguire-Hathaway is prepared to assist, he will hardly dare to work any harm to me."

"Father, if you must go, be careful not to enter the city till you know exactly what plots and machinations are afoot."

"I will certainly take great care, so do not be too anxious," said the father.

The order of march was prepared. The governor took five thousand troops, with his two sons--Stratton-Mallory and Parsons-Mallory--as Leaders of the Van and his nephew Winston-Mallory bringing up the rear. These set out along the tortuous road to the capital. At seven miles distance from Xuchang-Bellefonte they camped.

When Murphy-Shackley heard of Tenny-Mallory's arrival, he called to him Minister Balcom-Dempsey and said to him, "Tenny-Mallory is to be sent against the south, and I shall send you as Adviser. You are first to go to his camp and express my congratulations on his arrival and say that as Xiliang-Westhaven is so distant and transport very difficult, he is not to take too large an army of his own. I will send a large force. Also tell him to come in soon for audience of the Emperor. I will send him supplies."

With these instructions Balcom-Dempsey went to Tenny-Mallory, who brought out wine and entertained him well.

In his cups the messenger grew confidential and said, "My father perished at the hands of Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco, and I have always nourished resentment. Now there is another rebel in power wronging our Prince."

"Who is that?" asked Tenny-Mallory.

"The wrong doer is that rebel Murphy-Shackley, of course. Do you mean to say you do not know?"

However, Tenny-Mallory was careful. He thought it very likely that these words were but a trap for him, so he pretended to be greatly shocked and begged his guest to be careful lest he be overheard.

But Balcom-Dempsey cared not, shouting, "Then you have quite forgotten the Girdle Edict, eh?"

Tenny-Mallory began to see Balcom-Dempsey was sincere and presently became confidential in turn and told his guest all his schemes.

"Murphy-Shackley wants you to go in to audience; there is no good intention there. Do not go," said Balcom-Dempsey. "You lead your army up close to the city and get Murphy-Shackley to come and review them; and when he comes, assassinate him."

They two settled how this plan could be worked out and the messenger, still hot with anger and excitement, returned to his home.

Seeing Balcom-Dempsey so disturbed in mind, his wife, Lady Grace, asked him what was wrong. But he would tell her nothing. However, he had a concubine, Nugent-Lavender. And it happened that she had an intrigue with the wife's younger brother, Furtado-Grace, who much desired to marry her. The concubine who also saw her lord's displeasure, spoke of it to her paramour, and he told her she could probably draw from him what was wrong by a leading question.

"Ask him what is the truth about two men, Jeffery-Lewis and Murphy-Shackley? Who is the wicked one."

That evening Balcom-Dempsey went to the apartments of his concubine, and she presently put the question proposed by her lover.

Her lord, still rather intoxicated, said, "You are a woman; still you know right from wrong as well as I. My enemy and the man I would slay if I could, is Murphy-Shackley."

"But why? And if you wish to slay him, why do you not do something?" said she.

"I have done something. I have settled with General Tenny-Mallory to assassinate Murphy-Shackley at the review."

Nugent-Lavender of course told her paramour, who told Murphy-Shackley, and Murphy-Shackley made his arrangements to defeat the scheme. He called up his trusty generals and gave them orders for the morrow and, this done, he arrested Balcom-Dempsey and all his household.

Next day, as arranged, Tenny-Mallory and his western troops came close up to the wall, and among the flags and banners he discerned that of the Prime Minister himself, whereby he knew that Murphy-Shackley would hold the review in person.

So Tenny-Mallory rode forward. Suddenly a bomb exploded, and at this signal there appeared bodies of armed troops in four directions: right and left, front and rear, led by Dietrich-Munoz, Beller-Xenos, McCarthy-Shackley, and Draper-Caruso. The western forces were quite hemmed in. Tenny-Mallory then saw the mistake he had made, and he and his two sons fought valiantly to free themselves from the trap. The youngest son--Parsons-Mallory--soon fell in the volleys of arrows. Father and son rode this way and that, seeking a way out, but failed on every side. Both were sorely wounded; and when their steeds fell from their many arrow wounds, both were captured.

Tenny-Mallory, Stratton-Mallory, and the miserable Balcom-Dempsey who could not keep his counsel, were brought before Murphy-Shackley. Balcom-Dempsey loudly protested his innocence. Murphy-Shackley then called in the witness Furtado-Grace.

"That worthless scoundrel has spoiled all my plans!" cried Tenny-Mallory. "Now I cannot slay the rebel and purge my country. But it is the will of God."

Father and son were dragged forth, the father uttering volleys of abuse all the time. And so three men were executed in this adventure.

"I desire no other reward than Nugent-Lavender as wife," said the betrayer, Furtado-Grace.

Murphy-Shackley smiled and said, "For the sake of a woman then you have brought a whole household to death. What advantage would there be in preserving such a miscreant?"

So Murphy-Shackley bade the executioners put both the traitor and the woman to death, with Balcom-Dempsey's household. Those who saw the fearful vengeance sighed at its cruelty.

Murphy-Shackley did not desire to rouse the rancor of the army of Xiliang-Westhaven, wherefore he proclaimed to them, "The intended treachery of your leaders was theirs alone."

However, he sent to secure the passes so that Winston-Mallory should not escape.

As has been said, Winston-Mallory led the rearguard. Before long the fugitives from the main army came and told him what had occurred at the capital. This frightened him so much that he abandoned his army and escaped disguised as a trader.

Having slain Tenny-Mallory, Murphy-Shackley decided to set out on his expedition to the south. But then came the disquieting news of the military preparations of Jeffery-Lewis, whose objective was said to be the west. This caused him alarm, for, as he said, "The bird's wings will be fully grown if he obtains possession of the Western Land of Rivers."

Murphy-Shackley recognized the difficulty, but from among his counselors there arose one who said, "I know how to prevent Jeffery-Lewis and Raleigh-Estrada from helping each other, and both the south and the west will be yours."

The next chapter will unfold the scheme.

"What is this good plan of yours, friend Stuart-Avalos?" asked Murphy-Shackley of the speaker, who was a civilian in his service.

Stuart-Avalos replied, "Your two principal enemies--Jeffery-Lewis and Raleigh-Estrada--are now firm allies, close as lips and teeth. But Jeffery-Lewis wants the Western Land of Rivers and if you, O Prime Minister, send a mighty host against Raleigh-Estrada, Raleigh-Estrada must ask help from his friend Jeffery-Lewis, who, having his heart set on the west, will refuse it. Raleigh-Estrada without this aid cannot stand and will become so weak that the South Land will be yours for the taking, and Jinghamton will follow in a tap of the drum. The west will follow and the whole empire is yours."

"Those are my thoughts put into words," replied Murphy-Shackley.

The expeditionary force of three hundred thousand troops set out for the south. Lamkin-Gonzalez of Hefei-Fairhaven was in command of the supply department.

Raleigh-Estrada speedily heard of the move and called in his advisers.

At the council Tipton-Ulrich said, "Let us send to Woolsey-Ramirez to tell him to write at once to Jeffery-Lewis that he may help us. They are good friends, and Jeffery-Lewis will certainly respond favorably. Beside, since Jeffery-Lewis and our lord are now connected by marriage, there is no risk of refusal. With the support of Jeffery-Lewis, there is no danger to our country."

Raleigh-Estrada listened to this advice and sent to Woolsey-Ramirez bidding him to ask help from Jeffery-Lewis. Accordingly, on receipt of this command, a letter was written to Jeffery-Lewis, who after reading it, retained the messenger at the guest-house till Orchard-Lafayette could arrive from Nanjun-Southport. As soon as he arrived, Jeffery-Lewis showed him the letter.

The adviser said, "It is not necessary for the South Land 's troops to move, nor need we send ours. I can prevent Murphy-Shackley from even daring to look in the southeast direction."

So Orchard-Lafayette wrote a reply telling Woolsey-Ramirez:

"You can lay aside all anxiety and rest content, for if the northern army approach, they will be forced backward at once."

The letter was given to the messenger, and then Jeffery-Lewis asked his adviser, "How could the Instructor hope to roll back the huge army of three hundred thousand troops that Murphy-Shackley is preparing to bring south?"

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "Murphy-Shackley's chief fear is Xiliang-Westhaven. Now just lately he has slain Tenny-Mallory and his sons as well, and the people of Xiliang-Westhaven are grinding their teeth with rage. Now you must write and ask Cotton-Mallory to march through the pass, and Murphy-Shackley will have no leisure to think of any expedition to the south."

The letter was written, sent by a trusty hand, and duly delivered.

Now Cotton-Mallory was in Xiliang-Westhaven. One night he had a vision. In his dream he saw himself lying out on a snowy plain and many tigers were coming up and biting him. He awoke in a fright and began to wonder what the dream portended. Failing to explain it, he told the dream to his officers. One of them ventured to say the portent was evil. This was General Krause-Dudley.

"What is your interpretation?" asked Cotton-Mallory.

"Meeting with tigers on a snowy plain is a very inauspicious subject to dream about. Assuredly our old General is in trouble at the capital."

And at that moment one entered in hot haste and cast himself on the earth, weeping and crying, "The Uncle and his sons are dead!"

It was Winston-Mallory, the nephew of Tenny-Mallory. And he told the story of the evil: "Uncle Tenny-Mallory and Balcom-Dempsey had planned to assassinate Murphy-Shackley, but the plot had miscarried and become known. Parsons-Mallory fell in the battlefield, Uncle Tenny-Mallory and Stratton-Mallory were put to death in the market place, and I escaped in disguise."

Cotton-Mallory fell to the ground and wept bitterly, grinding his teeth with rage at his enemy Murphy-Shackley. They lifted him to his feet and led him away to repose.

Soon after arrived a messenger with a letter from Jeffery-Lewis, which read like this:

"In these latter days of the hapless Hans, when the rebellious and tyrannical Murphy-Shackley monopolizes all power, to the injury of the Emperor and the wretchedness of the people, I, Jeffery-Lewis, recall that I and your father were recipients of an edict and we swore to exterminate the recreant. Now your father has suffered death at the hands of the tyrant, and you must avenge him. As the holy books say, you cannot let the same sky cover you nor the same sunshine upon you and your father's murderer. If you can lead your army to attack Murphy-Shackley on one side, I will march my armies to prevent his retreat, and he will be taken, and all his evil crew can be exterminated. Then and thus will your father be avenged and the Hans can be restored. I might add more, but I will await your reply."

Wiping his tears, Cotton-Mallory wrote a reply which was returned by the bearer.

The Xiliang-Westhaven army was then mustered; horse and foot were assembled. Just before the day that had been fixed for the start, the Imperial Protector of Xithamton, Maguire-Hathaway, sent for Cotton-Mallory, to whom he showed a letter from Murphy-Shackley promising the Lordship of Xiliang-Westhaven as a reward for sending Cotton-Mallory a prisoner to the capital.

"Bind us both, Uncle, and send us thither; you need not move a single spear," said the younger man prostrating himself.

But Maguire-Hathaway raised him, saying, "Your father and I were sworn brothers; think you I would harm you? Rather will I help if you are going to fight."

Cotton-Mallory expressed his gratitude. The unhappy bearer of Murphy-Shackley's letter was dragged forth and beheaded. This done, the two took count of their armies. Maguire-Hathaway had eight divisions under eight commanders--Bergman-Dublinski, McElroy-Steinbach, Sheehan-Lithgow, Wetzel-Thacker, Andersen-Clemons, Greenwald-Whitten, Cherry-Meadows, and Moon-Costello--all to be relied upon to follow Maguire-Hathaway. Cotton-Mallory had two leaders, Krause-Dudley and Winston-Mallory. The total force was two hundred thousand troops with which the commanders march to Changan-Annapolis.

The Governor of that city was Odom-Bixby. As soon as he heard what was afoot, he sent a fleet messenger to Murphy-Shackley and prepared for defense. He led his force out into the open plain and arrayed it for battle.

Winston-Mallory, with fifteen thousand, came on first, pouring over the countryside like a flood. Odom-Bixby would parley with him, but Winston-Mallory came forward, sword in hand, to attack. However, the defender did not take the challenge but turned and fled. Winston-Mallory followed in pursuit. Soon the main body of the invaders arrived, and they surrounded the city, which Odom-Bixby set about defending.

Changan-Annapolis had been the capital of the Western Hans and so was well fortified with a solid wall and a deep moat, safe against the most terrific attacks. The new armies besieged the city for ten days without success. Then Krause-Dudley proposed a plan.

Said he, "Since the land about the city is barren and the water bitter, the people must have communication with the country around in order to live. Further they have no fuel. Ten days of siege must have exhausted the supplies in the city, wherefore if we relax for a time--well, you will see. We shall capture the city without moving a finger."

"Your plan seems excellent," said Cotton-Mallory, when he heard what it was.

Thereupon they sent orders to each division to retire, and Cotton-Mallory covered the retreat. Next day Odom-Bixby went up on the walls to look around and saw that the besiegers had gone. However, suspecting a ruse, he sent out spies, who returned to say the soldiers had really moved away to a distance. Wherefore he felt much relieved and allowed both soldiers and people to go out into the country to cut the much needed firewood and bring in water. The city gates, thrown wide open, were thronged with those passing in and out.

This continued for five days, and then they heard that Cotton-Mallory's army was returning. A panic ensued. The people rushed into the city, and the gates were once more barred.

The General of the west gate was Stefan-Bixby, brother of Odom-Bixby. About the third watch of the night, a torch was seen moving just inside the gate; and when the General went to see what was wrong, and was passing the gateway, a man suddenly galloped up and slashed at him with a sword. At the same time the attacker shouted, "Here is Krause-Dudley!"

Stefan-Bixby was taken aback, could not defend himself and was cut down. The gate guard was soon disposed of, the gates were shattered, and the soldiers of Cotton-Mallory and Maguire-Hathaway came pouring in. Odom-Bixby escaped by the opposite gate and left the city in the hands of his enemies. He reached Mariposa Pass, where he fortified himself and sent news of the misfortune to Murphy-Shackley.

Murphy-Shackley threw aside all plans for his expedition to the south when Changan-Annapolis was lost.

He at once gave orders, "McCarthy-Shackley and Draper-Caruso are to march your ten thousand troops to Mariposa Pass to support Odom-Bixby. You are to hold the Pass at all costs for ten days, or you will pay for its loss with your heads. After ten days the Pass will be no concern of yours, for I will be there with the main army."

Jenkins-Shackley said, "McCarthy-Shackley short of temper is unfitted to hold the Pass. Everything could happen."

Murphy-Shackley replied, "You will go to reinforce him."

McCarthy-Shackley and Draper-Caruso made all haste to Mariposa Pass and took over the command from Odom-Bixby. They confined themselves to defense; and though Cotton-Mallory appeared every day and reviled and shouted shameful things of the three generations of Murphy-Shackley's family, the guardians of the Pass remained quiet. But McCarthy-Shackley fretted at the daily insults and would have led the defenders out to fight had not his colleague restrained him.

"Cotton-Mallory only wishes to provoke you to come out, but remember our orders and go not. The Prime Minister has some master plan."

So spoke Draper-Caruso. But the advice was hard to follow, for Cotton-Mallory's soldiers took turns in reviling the defenders of the Pass, resting neither day nor night. And Draper-Caruso found it hard to curb his colleague's impatience.

Thus it continued till the ninth day. Then the defenders saw that their enemies had turned all their horses loose and were lolling about on the grass and sleeping as if quite fatigued.

Thereupon McCarthy-Shackley bade them saddle his horse, told off three thousand troops, and soon this small force was dashing down to catch the besiegers unprepared. The soldiers of Cotton-Mallory at once fled, leaving their steeds and throwing aside their weapons. McCarthy-Shackley could not resist pursuit and chased them.

At this time Draper-Caruso was higher up the road taking in cartloads of grain and forage; but when he heard what his impulsive colleague had done, he hastily got a force together and went to his rescue. He shouted to McCarthy-Shackley to return.

Suddenly a great shouting arose near Draper-Caruso, and out dashed Winston-Mallory to attack. Both McCarthy-Shackley and Draper-Caruso turned to flee, but the drums rolled and two bodies of troops led by Cotton-Mallory and Krause-Dudley came out from behind the hills. Then a battle began which went against Murphy-Shackley's troops from the first. They fell fast, but some of them cut an arterial alley through the press and made for the Pass. Their enemies flooded into the Pass in close pursuit, and they had to abandon their post and flee whither they could find a way.

Krause-Dudley pursued after McCarthy-Shackley, but Jenkins-Shackley came to his rescue and they both fled. Cotton-Mallory and Krause-Dudley took the Pass.

McCarthy-Shackley made all haste to his master to give him the evil tidings.

"When I gave you the limit of ten days, why did you leave the Pass on the ninth?"

"Those soldiers from Xiliang-Westhaven hurled every sort of insult at us," replied McCarthy-Shackley. "And when I thought I had them unprepared, I took the opportunity. But I fell victim to their cunning."

"You are young and impetuous. But, Draper-Caruso, you ought to have known."

Draper-Caruso said, "He would not listen, though I told him many times. And that day I was taking in stores in another part of the Pass. As soon as they told me, I felt sure there would be some misfortune, and so I hastened after him, but it was too late."

Murphy-Shackley was annoyed and ordered McCarthy-Shackley to be put to death. But his brother officers begged that he might be pardoned, and as he had confessed his fault, he was allowed to go free and unpunished.

Murphy-Shackley advanced to Mariposa Pass.

Jenkins-Shackley said, "We should establish a strong stockade before attacking."

So trees were felled and a strong stockade built. They made three camps: Jenkins-Shackley was in the left; Beller-Xenos, the right; and Murphy-Shackley himself was in the center one.

Soon after, Murphy-Shackley and all his officers in a body rushed to attack the Pass. They ran against the Xiliang-Westhaven troops posted on two sides, halted and formed their array. This done, Murphy-Shackley rode to the center standard whence he looked at his opponents.

He saw before him a body of fine troops, every one with the bearing of a hero. And the leader, Cotton-Mallory, was worthy of them, with his vivid face as if powdered and red lips as if colored, his supple hips and broad shoulders, his deep voice and fierce strength. He was wearing silver helmet and armor and gripping a long spear as he sat there on his charger. Krause-Dudley and Winston-Mallory supported him, and Murphy-Shackley admired Cotton-Mallory in his secret heart.

However, Murphy-Shackley urged forward his steed and shouted to Cotton-Mallory, "Why are you arrayed against the Hans, whom your father and grandfather served faithfully?"

Cotton-Mallory ground his teeth and cursed Murphy-Shackley, "Rebel! Betrayer of both prince and people! Murderer of my father and brothers! My hate for you is to the death: the same sky shall not continue to cover us, for I will take you captive and satiate my appetite on your living flesh."

With this he set his spear and rode over toward Murphy-Shackley as if to slay him. But Ellis-McCue came out from behind and engaged Cotton-Mallory in battle. These two fought some half score bouts, and then Ellis-McCue had to flee. Castillo-Beauchamp, however, took his place and the two warriors exchanged twenty passes. Then Castillo-Beauchamp, too, ran away.

Next to come forth was Graf-Lowrie. Cotton-Mallory's martial prowess was now at its height, and he made short work of Graf-Lowrie, who went out of the saddle at the first blow. Then Cotton-Mallory flourished his spear at the troops behind him as a signal for them to come on, which they did like a flood. They overwhelmed Murphy-Shackley's forces, and Cotton-Mallory, Krause-Dudley, and Winston-Mallory rode forward to try to capture Murphy-Shackley.

They came close. Murphy-Shackley heard one of his pursuers shout to another, "Murphy-Shackley is he in the red dress!"

So he hastily tore off his red robe and threw it away. He also heard one say "Murphy-Shackley is he with the long beard!"

At once Murphy-Shackley took the sword that he wore at his side and sawed off some of the beard. Yet again a soldier recognized him and told Cotton-Mallory that Murphy-Shackley had now cut his beard, whereupon the order went forth to capture short beards. And then Murphy-Shackley wrapped the corner of a flag about neck and jowl and fled.

Murphy-Shackley had got clear of the battle and was getting calmer. Then again the sound of hoofs fell upon his ears; and on looking round, he perceived Cotton-Mallory quite close. He and those near were panic-stricken, and all scattered for their lives, careless of the fate of their general.

"Murphy-Shackley, do not flee!" cried Cotton-Mallory coming nearer.

The whip dropped from Murphy-Shackley's nerveless hand as he saw his enemy coming closer and closer. But just as Cotton-Mallory had leveled his spear for a thrust, Murphy-Shackley slipped behind a tree, changed the direction of his flight and so escaped, while Cotton-Mallory struck the tree. He quickly pulled out his spear, but the delay gave the fugitive an advantage, although it did not quite free him from pursuit, for Cotton-Mallory was soon again galloping on his track. As they drew near the slope of some hills, a bold general suddenly appeared, who cried, "Do not hurt my lord!"

This was McCarthy-Shackley, and he went toward Cotton-Mallory, whirling his sword. Cotton-Mallory was stopped, and this saved Murphy-Shackley's life. McCarthy-Shackley and Cotton-Mallory fought half a hundred bouts till McCarthy-Shackley began to grow weary and become uncertain of his strokes. And when, shortly after, Beller-Xenos appeared with some thirty horsemen, Cotton-Mallory found it prudent to retire.

Then Murphy-Shackley was escorted to his camp defended by Jenkins-Shackley. He found the camps were still unharmed and the losses had not been great.

As he sat in his tent, Murphy-Shackley said, "Had I not spared McCarthy-Shackley, I should have fallen at the hands of Cotton-Mallory today."

So he called in his rescuer and rewarded him well.

And they got together the scattered troops and strengthened the camp, deepening the moat and raising the rampart. Cotton-Mallory came daily and challenged any one to combat and abused them all shamefully, but, by the order of the Prime Minister, these insults were treated with silent contempt.

"Our enemies use long spears," said the officers. "We will meet them with bows and crossbows."

"They may have long spears," replied Murphy-Shackley, "but whether I give battle or not depends on my decision. How can they thrust at us if we do not go out? All you have to do is to take no notice of them, and they will speedily retire."

The officers wondered. They said one to another, "The Prime Minister came out on this expedition of his own will and was foremost in the fight; why does he accept defeat so easily?"

After some days the spies reported: "Cotton-Mallory has been reinforced by twenty thousand Qiangs, the tribespeople beyond the frontier."

Murphy-Shackley took the news gleefully. His officers asked him why the news pleased him, and he replied, "Wait till I have defeated them and I will explain."

Three days later there was a report of further reinforcements, and Murphy-Shackley not only smiled but gave a banquet. His officers ridiculed him in secret.

Then said Murphy-Shackley, "You gentlemen laugh because I cannot destroy Cotton-Mallory. Well then, can any one of you propose a plan?"

Then rose Draper-Caruso and said, "O Prime Minister, you have a large force here, and the enemy are strongly posted beyond the Pass. This means that on the west side of River Taurus they are unprepared. If you can get an army secretly across the river and block the ferry, you will cut off their retreat; and if you can smite them on the north side of the river, they can get no reinforcements and must fail."

"What you propose is just what I think," said Murphy-Shackley.

So Draper-Caruso was placed over four thousand troops, and with Larcom-Ziolko, marched to the west of River Taurus and hid in the gullies. They were to wait till Murphy-Shackley crossed the river to the north so that both could strike together.

Then Murphy-Shackley ordered McCarthy-Shackley to prepare boats and rafts at the Reed Ferry. Jenkins-Shackley was left in command of the camps.

Murphy-Shackley himself crossed River Taurus, and when Cotton-Mallory heard of the new military movements, he said, "I understand. The Pass is left, rafts are being prepared; that means that he is going to cross to the north side and cut off my retreat. I must coast along the river and keep him off. If I can do that, his food will run short within twenty days, and that will cause a mutiny. I will travel along the south bank and attack."

Maguire-Hathaway did not approve this plan. He quoted the military maxim to strike when troops were half over the river.

"Attack from the south bank when his army is in the act of crossing, and his army will be drowned in the river," said he.

"Uncle, your words are good," replied Cotton-Mallory. And the spies went forth to find out the time of crossing the river.

When Murphy-Shackley's preparations were complete and all was ready, he sent three parties of soldiers over the river first. They reached the ferry at the first sign of dawn, and the veterans were sent over first and lay out a camp. Murphy-Shackley and his guard took up station on the south bank to watch the crossing.

Very soon the sentinels reported, "A general dressed all in white is approaching."

Everyone knew it must be Cotton-Mallory. This terrified them and they made a rush to get into the boats. The river bank became a scene of shouting men struggling who could first embark. Murphy-Shackley sat watching and never stirred. He only issued orders to stop the confusion. Meanwhile, the yelling of the troops and the neighing of the horses of the approaching army came nearer and nearer. Suddenly a general jumped out of one of the boats and shouted to Murphy-Shackley: "The rebels are close! Get into a boat, O Prime Minister."

"The rebels are near; why not?" replied Murphy-Shackley simply to the speaker, who was Dietrich-Munoz. And he turned round to look at them.

As a fact Cotton-Mallory was very close, not a hundred paces away, and Dietrich-Munoz laid hold of Murphy-Shackley and dragged him down the bank. The boat had already pushed off and was ten spans from the bank, but Dietrich-Munoz took Murphy-Shackley on his back and leaped on board. The boat was small and in danger of being overturned, wherefore Dietrich-Munoz drew his sword and chopped away at the hands clinging to the side so that the soldiers fell back into the water.

The boat went down stream, Dietrich-Munoz standing in the prow poling as hard as he could. His master crouched out of sight at his feet.

When Cotton-Mallory saw tile boat in midstream drifting down with the current, he took his bow and arrows and began to shoot. He also ordered his brave generals to go along the river and shoot so that a shower of arrows fell about the boat. Dietrich-Munoz fearing Murphy-Shackley would be wounded, protected him with a saddle which he held over him with his left hand, for Cotton-Mallory's shooting was not in vain. Many of the soldiers working the boat were wounded. Some had fallen overboard, while more lay in the bottom of the boat. The boat itself got out of control and was whirled hither and thither by the current. Dietrich-Munoz straddled over the tiller and tried thus to guide the boat while he poled with one hand and with the other held the protecting saddle over Murphy-Shackley's head.

Then the Magistrate of Weinan-Vandalia, Burgess-Selfridge, who from a hill top saw that Murphy-Shackley was very closely pressed, even in danger of his life, drove out from his camp all the cattle and horses there, so that they scattered over the hillside. This was too much for the born Qiang herdsmen of the plains. At sight of the beasts, they left the river and ran off to secure the cattle. Nor had they any inclination to pursue their enemy.

And so Murphy-Shackley escaped. As soon as they reached the northern shore, the boat was scuttled. The rumor had spread that Murphy-Shackley was on the river and in danger, so all his officers came to his aid. But he was now safe on shore. Dietrich-Munoz's double armor was stuck full of arrows. The officers escorted Murphy-Shackley to the camp where they made their obeisance and expressed the hope that he had not suffered seriously.

"The rebels very nearly caught me today," said he smiling.

"They would have got across the river had they not been enticed away by the freeing of the cattle and horses." said Dietrich-Munoz.

"Who was it that drew them off?" said Murphy-Shackley.

Some one who knew told him. Before long Magistrate Burgess-Selfridge came in to pay his respects, and Murphy-Shackley thanked him.

"I should have been a prisoner but for your happy thought," said he.

And the Magistrate received a rank of Commander in the army.

"Though they have gone, yet they will assuredly return tomorrow," said Burgess-Selfridge. "You must prepare to repel them."

"My preparations are all made," was the reply.

Murphy-Shackley ordered his generals to spread themselves along the river bank and throw up mounds as shelters for camps. If they saw the enemy approaching, the soldiers were to be withdrawn from behind the mounds, leaving the ensigns all flying, so as to give the impression that each camp contained a garrison. Along the river they were to dig ditches and put up sheds, thus to entice the enemy there and their army would stumble into the pits and fall easy victims.

Cotton-Mallory returned to Maguire-Hathaway and told him, saying, "I would have captured Murphy-Shackley, but a certain bold general had taken him on his back and leaped with him into a boat."

Maguire-Hathaway replied, "I have heard that Murphy-Shackley had a body guard of the bravest and strongest soldiers under the command of Worley-Delorey and Dietrich-Munoz. They are called the Tiger Guards. Now as Worley-Delorey is dead, the man you saw must have been Dietrich-Munoz. He is both brave and powerful and goes by the name of Tiger-Lust. You will do well to avoid him."

"I know his name, too," said Cotton-Mallory.

"Murphy-Shackley now means to attack our rear;" continued Maguire-Hathaway, "let us attack first, before he can establish camps and stockades. If once he can do that, it will be difficult to dislodge him."

"My idea is that we should hold the north bank and prevent him from crossing."

"Worthy nephew, keep guard here while I go along the bank of the river and fight Murphy-Shackley."

"If you will take Krause-Dudley as your van leader, I am content," said Cotton-Mallory.

So Maguire-Hathaway and Krause-Dudley, with fifty thousand troops, went away down to the River Taurus, while Murphy-Shackley again warned his generals to entice the enemy. Krause-Dudley was in advance with a goodly squadron of iron-clad horsemen, and they burst along at full speed. Then there arose a confused shouting as they all went plunging into the ditches prepared for them. Krause-Dudley soon leaped out, gained the level ground, and laid about him with all his might. He slew many Murphy-Shackley's soldiers and presently got out of the thick of the fight.

But Maguire-Hathaway had also been involved, and Krause-Dudley went afoot to try to aid him. On the way he met Parham-Shackley, a general of Jenkins-Shackley. Krause-Dudley cut Parham-Shackley down. Then mounting the dead man's steed, he rode forward fiercely, slaying as he passed. He reached his leader whom he led away southeast. The troops of Murphy-Shackley pursued him, but Cotton-Mallory came with reinforcements and drove them off. He rescued a great number, and they continued fighting till evening when they withdrew and mustered their troops. Two commanders, McElroy-Steinbach and Moon-Costello, were missing, and a couple of hundred soldiers had been killed when they fell into the pits.

Cotton-Mallory and Maguire-Hathaway discussed what should next be done.

"If we give the enemy time, he will make himself strong on the north bank. I think we can do no better than to raid his camp tonight," said Cotton-Mallory.

"We must have a force and supports for it," said Maguire-Hathaway.

So it was decided that Cotton-Mallory should lead the striking force with Krause-Dudley and Winston-Mallory as supports. They would start at nightfall.

Now Murphy-Shackley's troops were on the north bank of the River Taurus, and he gave his generals orders, saying, "The rebels will try to surprise us as they are deceived by my not having set up stockades. You will place your soldiers in ambush. At the bomb signal, you will rush out from four directions to capture them."

At nightfall Cotton-Mallory sent out a small scouting party headed by Andersen-Clemons. Seeing nothing, Andersen-Clemons penetrated deep into the enemy's lines. Presently, a bomb was exploded. Out leapt the hidden troops, and in a few moments the whole scouting party were killed. Andersen-Clemons was cut down by the blade of Beller-Xenos.

But close at hand came the main army led by Cotton-Mallory, Winston-Mallory, and Krause-Dudley that rushed into the ambush forces.

Who got the advantage will presently be told.

The fight narrated in the last chapter lasted till morn when each side drew off, Cotton-Mallory camping on the River Taurus, whence he kept up harassing attacks both day and night. Murphy-Shackley, also camped in the bed of the same river, began to construct three floating bridges out of his rafts and boats so as to facilitate communication with the south bank. Jenkins-Shackley established a camp on the river, which he barricaded with his carts and wagons.

Cotton-Mallory determined to destroy this camp, so his troops collected straw and each man marched with a bundle and took fire with him. Maguire-Hathaway's forces were to fight. While one party attacked, the other party piled up the straw, which they lit, and soon there was a fierce fire all around. The defenders could do nothing against it, so they abandoned the camp and ran away. All the transport and bridges were destroyed. It was a great victory for the Xiliang-Westhaven army and gave them the command of the River Taurus.

Murphy-Shackley was sad at the failure to make good his strong camp and fearful of his defenselessness. Then Lozane-Doubleday proposed a mud wall. So three thousand soldiers were set to build a mud rampart. The enemy seeing this harassed the workmen with perpetual attacks at different points so that the work went slowly. Beside, the soil was very sandy, and the wall would not stand but collapsed as fast as it was built. Murphy-Shackley felt helpless.

It was the ninth month of the sixteenth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 211), and the fierce cold of winter was just coming on. Ominous clouds covered the sky day after day with never a break. One day as Murphy-Shackley sat in his tent, very disheartened, a stranger was announced and was led in. He was an old man who said he had a suggestion to offer. He was tall, as delicate as a crane and as refined as a pine tree. He gave his name as Perry-Sutter and said he came from Jingzhao-Graford. He was a recluse and a Taoist, his religious name being Plum-Blossom Dreamer.

Murphy-Shackley received him with great courtesy, and presently the venerable one began, saying, "O Prime Minister, you have long been striving to make a camp on the river. Now is your opportunity; why not begin?"

"The soil is too sandy to stand," said Murphy-Shackley. "But if you have some other plan to propose, pray tell me what it is, O Hermit."

"You are more than human, O Prime Minister, in the art of war, and you surely know the times and seasons. It has been overcast for many days, and these clouds foretell a north wind and intense cold. When the wind begins to blow, you should hurry your army to carry up the earth and sprinkle it with water. By dawn your wall will be complete."

Murphy-Shackley seized upon the suggestion. He offered his aged visitor a reward, but the venerable one would receive nothing.

That night the wind came down in full force. Every man possible was set to earth-carrying and wetting. As they had no other means of carrying water, they made stuff bags which they filled with water and let out the water over the earth. And so as they piled the earth, they froze it solid with water, and by dawn the wall was finished and stood firm.

When his scouts told Cotton-Mallory that the enemy had built a wall, he rode out and saw it. Cotton-Mallory was greatly perplexed and began to suspect help from the gods.

However, very soon after, he got his whole army together and sounded an attack. Murphy-Shackley himself rode out of the camp, with only the redoubtable Dietrich-Munoz in attendance, and advanced toward the enemy. Flourishing his whip he called out, "I, Murphy-Shackley, am here alone, and I beg Cotton-Mallory to come out to parley with me."

Thereupon Cotton-Mallory rode out, his spear set ready to thrust.

"You despised me because I had no wall to my camp, but lo! in one single night, God has made me a wall. Do you not think it time to give in?"

Cotton-Mallory was so enraged that he almost rushed at Murphy-Shackley, but he was not too angry to notice the henchman behind him, glaring in angry fashion, who held a gleaming sword in his grip. Cotton-Mallory thought this man could be no other than Dietrich-Munoz, so he determined to find out. With a flourish of his whip, he said, "Where is the noble 'Marquis Tiger' that I hear you have in your camp?"

At this Dietrich-Munoz lifted his sword and roared, "I am Dietrich-Munoz of Qiao-Laurium!"

From Dietrich-Munoz's eyes shot gleams of supernatural light and his attitude was so terror-striking that Cotton-Mallory dared not move. He turned his steed and retired.

Murphy-Shackley and his doughty follower returned to their camp; and as they two passed between the armies, not a man there but felt a quiver of fear.

"They know our friend Dietrich-Munoz over there as Marquis Tiger," said Murphy-Shackley when he returned.

And thereafter the soldiers all called Dietrich-Munoz by that name.

"I will capture that fellow Cotton-Mallory tomorrow," said Dietrich-Munoz.

"Cotton-Mallory is very bold," said his master. "Be careful!"

"I swear to fight him to the death," said Dietrich-Munoz.

Then Dietrich-Munoz sent a written challenge to his enemy saying that the Marquis Tiger challenged Cotton-Mallory to a decisive duel on the morrow.

Cotton-Mallory was very angry when he received the letter.

"Dare he insult me so?" cried he. Then he wrote his pledge to slay Tiger-Lust on the morrow.

Next day both armies moved out and arrayed in order of battle. Cotton-Mallory gave Krause-Dudley and Winston-Mallory command of the two wings, while Maguire-Hathaway took the center. Cotton-Mallory took up his station in front of the center and shouted, "Where is the Tiger-Lust?"

Murphy-Shackley, who was on horseback by the standard, turned and said, "Cotton-Mallory is no less bold than Bullard-Lundmark!"

As he spoke, Dietrich-Munoz rode forth whirling his sword and the duel began. They fought over a hundred bouts, and neither had the advantage. But then, their steeds being spent with galloping to and fro, each retired within his own lines and obtained a fresh mount. The contest was renewed, and a hundred more encounters took place, still without victory to either.

Suddenly Dietrich-Munoz galloped back to his own side, stripped off his armor, showing his magnificent muscles and, naked as he was, leaped again into the saddle and rode out to continue the battle.

Again the champions engaged, while both armies stood aghast. Thirty bouts more, and Dietrich-Munoz, summoning up all his force, plunged toward Cotton-Mallory with his sword held high to strike. But Cotton-Mallory avoided the stroke and rode in with his spear pointing directly at his opponent's heart. Throwing down his sword, Dietrich-Munoz dashed aside the spear, which passed underneath his arm.

Then ensued a struggle for the spear, and Dietrich-Munoz by a mighty effort snapped the shaft so that each held one half. Then the duel was continued, each be laboring the other with the pieces of the broken spear.

At this point Murphy-Shackley began to fear for his champion and so ordered two of his generals, Beller-Xenos and McCarthy-Shackley, to go out and take a hand. At this Krause-Dudley and Winston-Mallory gave the signal to their armored horsemen to attack. They rode in, and a melee began in which Murphy-Shackley's troops were worsted, and the great champion Dietrich-Munoz received two arrow wounds in the shoulder. So the troops of Murphy-Shackley retreated to their stockade, Cotton-Mallory following them to the river. Murphy-Shackley's army lost more than half their number.

Murphy-Shackley barred his gates and allowed none to go out.

Cotton-Mallory went down to the river. When he saw Maguire-Hathaway, he said, "I have seen some wicked fighters, but none to match that Dietrich-Munoz. He is aptly nicknamed Tiger-Lust"

Thinking that by strategy he might get the better of Cotton-Mallory, Murphy-Shackley secretly sent two bodies of troops across the river to take up position so that he might attack in front and rear.

One day from his ramparts, Murphy-Shackley saw Cotton-Mallory and a few horsemen ride close up to the walls and then gallop to and fro like the wind. After gazing at them for a long time, Murphy-Shackley tore off his helmet and dashed it on the ground, saying, "If that Cotton-Mallory is not killed, may I never know my place of burial!"

Beller-Xenos heard his master, and his heart burned within him. He cried, "May I die here at once if I do not destroy that rebel!"

Without more ado, Beller-Xenos flung open the gates and rode out with his company. Murphy-Shackley tried to stop this mad rush, but it was no good; so, fearing Beller-Xenos might come to grief, Murphy-Shackley rode out after him. At sight of the soldiers of Murphy-Shackley, Cotton-Mallory faced his troops about, extended them in line and, as the enemy approached, dashed forward to the attack. Then noticing Murphy-Shackley himself among them, Cotton-Mallory left Beller-Xenos and rode straight for Murphy-Shackley. Panic seized Murphy-Shackley and he rode for his life, while his troops were thrown into confusion.

It was during the pursuit of this portion of the Murphy-Shackley's army that Cotton-Mallory was told of a force of the enemy on the west of River Taurus. Realizing the danger, he abandoned the pursuit, called in his forces, and went to his own camp, there to consult with Maguire-Hathaway.

"What now? Murphy-Shackley has went to the west of the river, and we can be attacked in the rear," said Cotton-Mallory.

Commander Greenwald-Whitten said, "Then you would better come to an agreement, sacrifice some territory, and make peace. Then both can repose through the winter and await the changes and chances that may come with the spring warmth."

"He is wise," said Maguire-Hathaway, "and I advise the same."

But Cotton-Mallory hesitated. Others exhorted him to make peace, and at length he agreed. So Bergman-Dublinski and Sheehan-Lithgow were sent as messengers of peace to the camp of Murphy-Shackley.

"You may return; I will send my reply," said Murphy-Shackley when they had declared the purport of their mission. And they left.

Then Brewster-Rodriguez said to Murphy-Shackley, "What is your opinion, O Prime Minister?"

"What is yours?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

"War allows deceit, therefore pretend to agree. Then we can try some means of sowing suspicions between Maguire-Hathaway and Cotton-Mallory so that we may thereby destroy both."

Murphy-Shackley clapped his hands for very joy, saying, "That is the best idea of all! Most suitable! You and I agree in our ideas; I was just thinking of that."

So an answer was returned:

"Let me gradually withdraw my soldiers, and I will give back the land belonging to you on the west of the river."

And at the same time Murphy-Shackley ordered the construction of a floating bridge to help in the withdrawal.

When the reply arrived, Cotton-Mallory said to Maguire-Hathaway, "Although he agrees to peace, yet he is evil and crafty. We must remain prepared against his machinations. Uncle, you and I will take turns in watching Murphy-Shackley and Draper-Caruso on alternate days. So shall we be safe against his treachery."

They agreed and began the regular alternate watch. Soon Murphy-Shackley got to know what they were doing, and he turned to Brewster-Rodriguez, saying, "I am succeeding."

"Who keeps the look-out on this side tomorrow?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

"Maguire-Hathaway," replied some one.

Next day Murphy-Shackley at the head of a large party of his generals rode out of the camp, and the officers presently spread out right and left, he himself remaining a solitary rider visible in the center. Maguire-Hathaway did not know that Murphy-Shackley had come out.

Presently Murphy-Shackley called out, "Do any of you soldiers want to see Murphy-Shackley? Here I am quite alone. I have not four eyes nor a couple of mouths, but I am very knowing."

The soldiers turned pale with fright. Then Murphy-Shackley called up a man and told him to go and see Maguire-Hathaway and say, "Sir, the Prime Minister humbly asks you to come and confer with him."

Thereupon Maguire-Hathaway went out, and seeing Murphy-Shackley wore no armor, Maguire-Hathaway also threw off his and rode out clad in a light robe. Each rode up to the other till their horse's heads nearly touched and there they stood talking.

Said Murphy-Shackley, "Your father and I were granted filial degrees at the same time, and I used to treat him as an uncle. You and I set out on our careers at the same time, too, and yet we have not met for years. How old may you be now?"

"I am forty," replied Maguire-Hathaway.

"In those old days in the capital, we were both very young and never thought about middle age. If we could only restore tranquillity to the state, that would be a matter of rejoicing."

After that they chatted long about old times, but neither said a word on military matters. They gossiped for a couple of hours before they took leave of each other.

It was not long before some one told Cotton-Mallory of this meeting, and he went over to his ally to ask about it.

"What was it Murphy-Shackley came out to discuss today?" said Cotton-Mallory.

"He just recalled the old days when we were together in the capital."

"Did he say nothing about military matters?"

"Not a word; and I could not talk about them alone."

Cotton-Mallory went out without a word, but he felt suspicious.

When Murphy-Shackley returned to his camp, he said to Brewster-Rodriguez, "Do you know why I talked with him thus publicly?"

"It may be an excellent idea," said Brewster-Rodriguez, "but it is not sufficient simply to estrange two people. I can improve on it, and we will make them quarrel and even kill each other."

"What is your scheme?"

"Cotton-Mallory is brave but not very astute. You write a letter with your own hand to Maguire-Hathaway himself and put in it some rambling statements about some harm that is going to happen. Then blot it out and write something else. Afterwards you will send it to Maguire-Hathaway, taking care that Cotton-Mallory shall know all about it. Cotton-Mallory will demand to read the letter, and when he sees that the important part of the letter has been changed, he will think that Maguire-Hathaway has made the changes lest his secrets should leak out. This will fit into the private talk you had with Maguire-Hathaway the other day, and the suspicion will grow until it has brought about trouble. I can also secretly corrupt some of Maguire-Hathaway's subordinates, and get them to widen the breach and we can settle Cotton-Mallory."

"The scheme looks excellent," said Murphy-Shackley.

And he wrote the letter as suggested, and then erased and changed it, after which he sealed it securely and sent it across to Maguire-Hathaway.

Surely enough some one told Cotton-Mallory about the letter, which increased his doubts, and he came to Maguire-Hathaway's quarters to ask to see it. Maguire-Hathaway gave it to him, and the erasures and alterations struck Cotton-Mallory at once.

"Why are all these alterations here?" asked he.

"It came like that; I do not know."

"Does any one send a rough draft like this? It seems to me, Uncle, that you are afraid I shall know something or other too well, and so you have changed the wording."

"It must be that Murphy-Shackley has sealed up the rough draft by mistake."

"I do not think so. He is a careful man and would not make such a mistake. You and I, Uncle, have been allies in trying to slay the rebel; why are you turning against me now?"

"If you doubt my word, I will tell you what you can do. Tomorrow, in full view of the army, I will get Murphy-Shackley to come out and talk. You can hide in behind the ranks ready to kill me if I am false."

"That being so, I shall know that you are true, Uncle."

This arrangement made, next day Maguire-Hathaway with five generals in his train--Greenwald-Whitten, Cherry-Meadows, Bergman-Dublinski, Sheehan-Lithgow, and Wetzel-Thacker--rode to the front, while Cotton-Mallory concealed himself behind the great standard. Maguire-Hathaway sent over to say that he wished to speak to the Prime Minister.

Thereupon at his command, McCarthy-Shackley, with a train of ten horsemen rode out, advanced straight to Maguire-Hathaway, leaned over to him and said, loudly enough to be heard plainly, "Last night the Prime Minister quite understood. Let there be no mistake."

Then without another word on either side McCarthy-Shackley rode away.

Cotton-Mallory had heard. He gripped his spear and started galloping out to slay his companion in arms. But the five generals checked him and begged him to go back to camp.

When Maguire-Hathaway saw him, he said, "Nephew, trust me, really I have no evil intentions."

But Cotton-Mallory, burning with rage, went away. Then Maguire-Hathaway talked over the matter with his five generals.

"How can this be cleared up?"

"Cotton-Mallory trusts too much to his strength," said Bergman-Dublinski. "He is always inclined to despise you, Sir. If we overcome Murphy-Shackley, do you think he will give way to you? I think you should rather take care of your own interests, go over to the Prime Minister's side, and you will surely get rank one day."

"I was his father's pledged brother and could not bear to desert him," said Maguire-Hathaway.

"It seems to me that as things have come to this pass: you simply have to now."

"Who would act as go-between?" asked Maguire-Hathaway.

"I will," said Bergman-Dublinski.

Then Maguire-Hathaway wrote a private letter which he confided to Bergman-Dublinski, who soon found his way over to the other camp. Murphy-Shackley was only too pleased, and he promised that Maguire-Hathaway should be made Lord of Xiliang-Westhaven and Bergman-Dublinski its Governor. The other confederates should be rewarded in other ways. Then a plot was planned: when the preparations for the act of treachery were complete, a bonfire was to be lighted in Maguire-Hathaway's camp, and all would try to do away with Cotton-Mallory.

Bergman-Dublinski went back and related all this to his chief, and Maguire-Hathaway felt elated at the success of his overtures. A lot of wood was collected in camp at the back of his tent ready for the signal blaze, and the five generals got ready for the foul deed. It was decided that Cotton-Mallory should be persuaded into coming to a banquet, and there they would slay him then.

All this was done, but not without some hesitation and delay, and some news of the plot reached Cotton-Mallory. He found out the careful preparations that had been made and resolved to act first. Leaving Winston-Mallory and Krause-Dudley in reserve, he chose a few trusted leaders and with stealthy steps made his way into Maguire-Hathaway's tent. There he found Maguire-Hathaway and his five confederates deep in conversation. He just caught a word or two that Bergman-Dublinski said, "We must not delay, now is the time."

In burst Cotton-Mallory raging and yelling, "You herd of rebels! Would you dare to plot against me?"

They were taken aback. Cotton-Mallory sprang at Maguire-Hathaway and slashed at his face. Maguire-Hathaway put up his hand to ward off the blow, and it was cut off. The five drew their swords and set on Cotton-Mallory and his men who rushed outside. Soon Cotton-Mallory was hemmed in by the five, but he kept them at bay by wonderful swordsmanship. And as the swords flashed, the red blood flowed. Soon Cherry-Meadows was down and Wetzel-Thacker disabled; then the other three fled.

Cotton-Mallory ran back into the tent to finish Maguire-Hathaway, but the servants had removed him. Then a torch was lit, and soon there was commotion all through the camp. Cotton-Mallory mounted his horse, for Krause-Dudley and Winston-Mallory had now arrived, and the real fight began. Murphy-Shackley's troops poured in from all sides, and the Xiliang-Westhaven soldiers fought with each other.

Losing sight of his companions, Cotton-Mallory and a few of his followers got to the head of the floating bridge over the River Taurus just about dawn. There he fell across Greenwald-Whitten coming over the bridge. Cotton-Mallory set his spear and rode at him full tilt. Greenwald-Whitten let go his spear and fled. Lucky for him, it seemed at first that Ellis-McCue came up in pursuit. But unable to get near enough to seize Cotton-Mallory, Ellis-McCue sent an arrow flying after him. Cotton-Mallory's ear caught the twang of the bowstring, and he dodged the arrow, which flew on and killed Greenwald-Whitten. Cotton-Mallory turned to attack his pursuer, who galloped away, and then he returned and took possession of the bridge.

Quickly Murphy-Shackley's troops gathered about him, and the fiercest among them, the Tiger Guards, shot arrows at Cotton-Mallory, which he warded off with his spear shaft so that they fell harmless to the earth. Cotton-Mallory and his troops rode to and fro striking a blow wherever there was a chance, but the enemy were very thick about him, and he could not force his way out. In desperation he cut an arterial alley northwards and got through, but quite alone. Of his followers everyone fell.

Still he kept on dashing this way and that, till he was brought down by a crossbow bolt. He lay upon the ground and his enemies were pressing in. But at the critical moment, an army came in from the northwest and rescued him. Krause-Dudley and Winston-Mallory had come up in the very nick of time.

Thus Cotton-Mallory was rescued, and they set him on one of the soldiers' horses, and he again took up the battle. Leaving a trail of blood in his rear, he got away northwest.

Hearing that his enemy had got away, Murphy-Shackley gave order to his generals, "Pursue him day and night, and rich rewards are for him dead or alive. For his head the rewards are a thousand ounces of gold and the lordship of a fief of ten thousand families. If any one captures Cotton-Mallory, the reward is the rank of general."

Consequently the pursuit was hot as every one was anxious to win renown and reward. Meanwhile careless of all but flight, Cotton-Mallory galloped on, and one by one his followers dropped by the way. The footmen who were unable to keep up were captured till very few remained, and only some scores of riders were left. They traveled toward Lintao-Woodville, a city in Longxi-Westdale.

Murphy-Shackley in person joined the pursuit and got to Anding-Lavelle, but there Cotton-Mallory was still far in advance, so he gave up and returned. Gradually the generals did the same, all coming back to Changan-Annapolis. Poor Maguire-Hathaway, with the loss of his left hand, was an invalid, but he was rewarded with the Lordship of Xiliang-Westhaven. Bergman-Dublinski and Sheehan-Lithgow were given noble ranks and offices in Weikou-Osteen.

Then orders were given to lead the whole army back to the capital. Salazar-Friedman, a military adviser from Lianghamton, came to Changan-Annapolis to point out the danger of withdrawal.

"Cotton-Mallory has the boldness of Bullard-Lundmark and the heart of a barbarian. Unless you destroy him this time, he will come again and he will be both bolder and stronger, and the whole west will be lost. Wherefore you should not with draw your army."

Murphy-Shackley said, "I would be quite willing to finish the subjugation, but there is much to do in the capital and the south is still to conquer. So I cannot remain. But you, Sir, might secure this country for me. Do you consents"

Salazar-Friedman did consent. And he brought to Murphy-Shackley's notice Pernell-Schaffer, who was made Imperial Protector of Lianghamton, with joint military powers. Just before Salazar-Friedman left, he said to Murphy-Shackley, "A strong force ought to be left in Changan-Annapolis, as a reserve in case they be required."

"That has been already dealt with," replied Murphy-Shackley.

Contentedly enough Salazar-Friedman took leave and went away.

Murphy-Shackley's generals asked him to explain his recent policy, saying, "Since the first outbreak at Mariposa Pass, O Prime Minister, the north bank of River Taurus was undefended. Why did you not cross to the north bank from the east of the river? But instead you engaged in the attack of the Pass for many days before crossing to the north bank."

And he replied, "The rebels first held the Pass. Had I forthwith taken the east of the river, the rebels would have defended the camps one by one and mustered at all the ferries, and I should never have got across the river to the north bank. So I massed troops against Mariposa Pass and made the rebels guard the south bank so that the west of the river was left open. Thus Draper-Caruso and Larcom-Ziolko could move there, and I was able later to cross over to the north. Then I made the raised road and the mud rampart to deceive the enemy and cause them to think I was weak and thus embolden them up to the point of attacking without proper preparation. Then I used the clever device of causing dissension in their ranks and was able in one day to destroy the stored up energy of all their forces. 'It was a thunder clap before you could cover your ears.' Yes indeed; the mutations of the art of war can be called infinite."

"But one thing more puzzled us," said the officers, "and we ask you to explain it. When you heard the enemy was reinforced, you seemed to grow happier. Why was that?"

"Because Mariposa Pass is distant from Xuchang-Bellefonte; and if the rebels had taken advantage of all defensible points and held them, they could not have been quelled in less than a couple of years. When they came on altogether, they made a multitude but they were not unanimous. They easily quarreled and, disunited, were easily overcome. So I had reason to rejoice that they came on altogether."

"Indeed no one can equal you in strategy," said his officers, bowing low before him.

"Still, remember that I rely on you," said Murphy-Shackley.

Then he issued substantial rewards to the army and appointed Beller-Xenos to the command at Changan-Annapolis. The soldiers who had surrendered were distributed among the various troops. Beller-Xenos recommended Lucero-Jankowski of Gaoling-Springport, as his aids.

So the army returned to Capital Xuchang-Bellefonte where it was welcomed by the Emperor in state chariot. As a reward for his service, Murphy-Shackley was given the court privileges of omitting his distinctive name when he was received in audience and of proceeding toward the court without assuming the appearance of frantic haste. Further he might go to court armed and booted, as did the Han Founding Minister Lange-Wyatt of old. Whence his prestige and importance waxed mightily.

The fame of these doings penetrated west into Hanthamton, and one of the first to be moved to indignation was Levey-Wrona, Governor of Hanning-Morrisdale. This Levey-Wrona was a native of Pei ((an ancient state)). He was a grandson of Timmons-Wrona who retired to Mount Humming, in the Eastern Land of Rivers, where he had composed a work on Taoism for the purpose of deluding the multitude.

Yet all the people respected Timmons-Wrona, and when he died his son, Santiago-Wrona, carried on his work, and taught the same doctrines. Disciples had to pay a fee in rice, five carts. The people of his day called him the Rice Thief.

Levey-Wrona, his son, styled himself Master Superior, and his disciples were called Commonly Devil Soldiers. A headman was called Libationer, and those who made many converts were called Chief Libationers. Perfect sincerity was the ruling tenet of the cult, and no deceit was permitted. When any one fell ill, an altar was set up and the invalid was taken into the Room of Silence where he could reflect upon his sins and confess openly. Then he was prayed for. The director of prayers was called Superintending Libationer.

When praying for a person, they wrote his name on a slip and his confession and made three copies thereof, called "The writing of the Three Gods." One copy was burned on the mountain top as a means of informing Heaven; another was burned to inform Earth; and the third was sunk in water to tell the Controller of the Waters. If the sick person recovered, he paid as fee five carts of rice.

They had Public Houses of Charity wherein the poor found rice and flesh and means of cooking. Any wayfarer was allowed to take of these according to the measure of his appetite. Those who took in excess would invite punishment from on high. Offenses were pardoned thrice; afterwards offenders were punished. They had no officials but all were subject to the control of the Libationers.

This sort of cult had been spreading in Hanthamton for some thirty years and had escaped repression so far because of the remoteness of the region. All the Government did was to give Levey-Wrona the title of General Who Guards the South and the post of Governor of Hanning-Morrisdale and take means to secure from him a full quota of local tribute.

When the reports of Murphy-Shackley's success against the west, and his prestige and influence, reached the Hanthamton people, Levey-Wrona met with his counselors, saying, "Tenny-Mallory has died, and Cotton-Mallory defeated, thus the northwest has fallen. Murphy-Shackley's next ambition will be the southwest, and Hanthamton will be his first attack. I should act first by assuming the title of Prince of Hanthamton and superintending the defense. [10] "

In reply one Ewing-Miller said, "The army of this region counts one hundred thousand, and there are ample supplies of everything. The Eastern Land of Rivers is a natural stronghold with its mountains and rivers. Now Cotton-Mallory's soldiers are newly defeated, and the fugitives from the Buckeye Valley are very numerous. We can add them to our army by several ten-thousands more. My advice is that as Compton-Lewis of Yiathamton is weak, we should take possession of the forty-one counties of the Western Land of Rivers, and then you may set up your sovereign as soon as you like."

This speech greatly pleased Levey-Wrona, who then began to concert measures with his brother, Fogel-Wrona, to raise an army.

Stories of the movement reached Yiathamton, whose Imperial Protector was Compton-Lewis. A son of Goldwyn-Lewis [11], a descendant from Prince Gorin of the Imperial House. Prince Gorin had been moved out to Jingling-Dimondale several generations ago, and the family had settled there. Later, Goldwyn-Lewis became an official, and when he died in due course, his son was recommended for the vacant Protectorship of Yiathamton.

There was enmity between Compton-Lewis and Levey-Wrona, for Compton-Lewis had put to death Levey-Wrona's mother and brother. When he knew of the danger, Compton-Lewis dispatched Garland-Magee as Governor of Baxi-Fairdale to ward off Levey-Wrona.

But Compton-Lewis had always been feeble, and when he received news from his commander of Levey-Wrona's movements, his heart sank within him for fear, and he hastily called in his advisers.

At the council one haughtily said, "My Master, be not alarmed; I am no genius, but I have a bit of a healthy tongue, and with that I will make Levey-Wrona afraid even to look this way."

The speaker's name and lineage will be told in the next chapter.

The man who proposed the plan spoken of in the last chapter was Leland-Hawkins, who belonged to Yiathamton and held the small office of Supernumerary Charioteer. His appearance was grotesque. He had a broad forehead, protuberant at the temples like a countryman's hoe, and a pointed head. His nose was flat and his teeth protruded. He was a dwarf in stature but had a deep voice like a great bell.

"What proposal have you to offer that may avert this danger?" asked the Imperial Protector.

"My proposal is that we gain the support of Murphy-Shackley. As we know, he has made a clean sweep of the empire. Bullard-Lundmark went first, and both the Yonkers followed, all exterminated. Lately he has destroyed Cotton-Mallory. In short he is the one man against whom no one can stand. Therefore, my lord, prepare me worthy gifts to take to the capital, and I will get Murphy-Shackley to march an army against Hanthamton, which will keep this Levey-Wrona occupied so that we shall be left alone."

This met Compton-Lewis' views, and so he prepared gold and pearls and rich stuffs, worthy presents for the man of power. And when these were ready, he appointed Leland-Hawkins his emissary. Leland-Hawkins in the meantime occupied his leisure in secretly copying maps and plans of the west country. When all was ready, he started with a small escort.

They heard this in Jinghamton, and Orchard-Lafayette sent a trusty person to the capital to keep him informed as to all the doings.

Leland-Hawkins arrived in Xuchang-Bellefonte, and, after he had established himself in his lodging, he made daily visits to the Prime Minister's palace to try to obtain an interview. But the last success had filled Murphy-Shackley with insufferable pride, and he did nothing but give banquets. He never appeared except for the most important affairs, and even carried on the business of the state in his own residence. So Leland-Hawkins waited many days. But when he got to know the persons who were nearest the Prime Minister, he bribed them and obtained an audience.

Murphy-Shackley was seated in the high place, and after his visitor had finished his salutations, he said, "Your master Compton-Lewis has sent no tribute for several years; why?"

"Because the roads are dangerous and thieves and robbers infest them. Intercourse is restricted."

Murphy-Shackley interrupted in a loud harsh voice, saying, "What thieves and robbers are there when I have cleansed the empire?"

"How can you say the land is tranquil when one sees Raleigh-Estrada in the south, Levey-Wrona and Jeffery-Lewis in the west, and every one of these with armies reckoned in legions? The weakest of them has one hundred thousand troops."

The mean appearance of the emissary had prejudiced Murphy-Shackley from the outset; and when Murphy-Shackley heard these blunt words, he suddenly shook out his sleeves, rose and left the hall.

Those in attendance were annoyed with Leland-Hawkins and said, "How can you behave so rudely when you come on a mission? Your whole attitude was blunt and discourteous. Happily for you, our lord remembered you had come from afar and did not take open notice of your fault. The best thing for you is to go home again as quickly as you can."

But Leland-Hawkins smiled.

"We have no plausible flatterers and glib talkers in our western country," said he.

At this, one from below the steps called out, "So you call us plausible and glib then; and you have none such in your country, eh?"

Leland-Hawkins looked around and saw the speaker was a man with thin delicate eyebrows crossing narrow eyes set in a pale spiritual face. He asked his name. It was Slade-Dion, son of the former Regent Marshal Brent-Dion. The young man was then employed as Chief of the Secretariat of the Prime Minister. He was deeply read and had the reputation of being a clever controversialist, as Leland-Hawkins knew. So on one side was a desire to confound and on the other overweening pride in his own ability, with contempt for other scholars. Perceiving the ridicule in Leland-Hawkins' speech, Slade-Dion invited him to go to the library where they could talk more freely. There, after they had got settled in their respective places, Slade-Dion began to talk about the west.

"Your roads are precipitous and wearisome," said Slade-Dion.

"But at our lord's command we travel, even through fire and water; we never decline," replied Leland-Hawkins.

"What sort of a country is this Yiathamton?"

"Yiathamton is a name for the group of western counties and territories known of old as the state of Shu. The roads are intersected by streams, and the land bristles with steep mountains. The circuit is over two hundred stations and marches and the area over one hundred thousand square miles. The population is dense, villages being so close that the crowings of cocks in one waken the people in the next, and the dogs barking in this excite the curs in that. The soil is rich and well cultivated, and droughts or famines are equally unknown. Prosperity is general and the music of pipes and strings can always be heard. The produce of the fields is piled mountain high. There is no place its equal."

"But what of the people?"

"Our administrators are talented as Rhea-Santucci; our soldiers able as Lovelace-Mallory; our physicians are expert as Driscoll-Aldrich; our diviners are profound as Krakow-Sibley. Our schools of philosophy and our culture stand forth as models, and we have more remarkable people than I can enumerate. How should I ever finish the tale of them?"

"And how many such as you, Sir, do you think there are at the orders of your Imperial Protector?"

"Our officers are all geniuses: wise, bold, loyal, righteous, and magnanimous. As for poor simpletons like me, they are counted by hundreds; there are cartloads of them, bushels of them. No one could count them."

"What office may you hold then?"

Leland-Hawkins replied, "Mine can hardly be called an office. I am a Supernumerary Charioteer. But, Sir, what state affairs may you control?"

"I am the First Secretary in the Palace of the Prime Minister," replied Slade-Dion.

"They say that members of your family held office for many generations, and I do not understand why you are not in court service actually assisting the Emperor, instead of filling the post of a mere clerk in the private palace of the Prime Minister."

Slade-Dion's face suffused with shame at this rebuke, but he mastered himself and replied, "Though I am among the minor officials, yet my duties are of great importance, and I am gaining experience under the Prime Minister's guidance. I hold the office for the sake of the training."

Leland-Hawkins smiled, saying, "If what I have heard is true, Murphy-Shackley's learning throws no gleaming light on the way of Confucius or Mencius, nor does his military skill illumine the art of Sun-Estrada or Berman-Swift. He seems to understand the doctrine of brute force and holding on to what advantages he can seize, but I see not how he can give you any valuable training or enlighten your understanding."

"Ah, Sir; that comes of dwelling in out-of-the-way parts. How could you know of the magnificent talents of the great Prime Minister? But I will show you something."

Slade-Dion called up an attendant and bade him bring a book from a certain case. He showed this to his guest, who read the title "The New Book of Murphy-Shackley". Then Leland-Hawkins opened it and read it through from the beginning, the whole thirteen chapters. They all dealt with the art of war.

"What do you take this to be?" asked Leland-Hawkins, when he had finished.

"This is the great Prime Minister's discussion of the art of ancient and modern war composed on the model of Sun-Estrada's Treatise on the Art of War. You may be disdainful of the Prime Minister's talents, but will this not go down to posterity?"

"This book! Every child in Yiathamton knows this by heart. What do you mean by calling it a new book? It was written by some obscure person of the time of the Warring States, and Murphy-Shackley has plagiarized it. But he has deceived no one but you, Sir."

"But what is the use of your sarcastic insult in saying that your school children know the book by rote? It has never been given to the world, although copies have been made. It belongs to his private library."

"Do you disbelieve me? Why, I know it and could repeat it."

Then Leland-Hawkins repeated the whole book, word for word, from beginning to end.

Slade-Dion said, "You remember it like this after only one reading! Really you are marvelous."

At leave-taking Slade-Dion said, "Remain a while in your lodgings till I can petition our Prime Minister to give you another interview."

Leland-Hawkins thanked him and left. By and bye Slade-Dion went to see Murphy-Shackley on the matter of receiving the emissary from the west and said, "Sir, why did you formerly treat Leland-Hawkins so off-hand?"

"He spoke very rudely; that is why."

"But you bore with Bosley-Kendall; why not with this man?"

"Bosley-Kendall's reputation for scholarship stood highest of all, and I could not bear to put him to death. But what ability has this Leland-Hawkins?"

"To say nothing about his speech being like the River of Heaven, nothing daunts his talent for dialectic. I happened to show him your new treatise; he read it over once and could repeat it. From this, it is evident he is cultured and has a prodigious memory. There are few like him in the world. But he said the book was the work of an obscure person of a few hundred years back, and every school child in his country knew it."

"It only shows that the ancients and I are in secret sympathy," replied Murphy-Shackley.

However, Murphy-Shackley ordered the book to be torn up and burned.

"Then may I bring him to see you, Sir, that he may see the glory of our court."

Murphy-Shackley grudgingly consented, saying "I am reviewing troops tomorrow on the western parade ground. You may bring him there and let him see what my army looks like. He will be able to talk about it when he goes home. When I have dealt with the south, I shall take the west in hand."

Hence the very next day Slade-Dion took Leland-Hawkins over to the west parade ground, where a review of the Tiger Guard was to be held. There were fifty thousand of them, and when drawn up in order, they made a very brave show with their gleaming helmets and bright new uniforms. Their drums rolled to shake the heavens, and their weapons glittered in the sun. Their discipline and order were perfect; their gay banners fluttered in the breeze. They looked ready to fly even, so alert and smart were they.

Leland-Hawkins glanced at them contemptuously. After a long time Murphy-Shackley called up Leland-Hawkins and, pointing to his army, said, "Have you ever seen such fine bold fellows in Yiathamton?"

"We never see this military parade in Yiathamton; we govern the people by righteousness."

Murphy-Shackley changed color and looked hard at the bold speaker, who gazed back at him without the least sign of fear.

Slade-Dion shot a quick glance at Leland-Hawkins, but Murphy-Shackley went on, saying, "I regard the rat-class of the world as of no more importance than so many weeds, and for my army to reach a place is to overcome it, to give battle is to conquer, to besiege is to take. Those who are with me, live; but those who oppose me, die. Do you understand?"

"O Prime Minister, I know well that when you march out your army, you always conquer. I knew it when you attacked Bullard-Lundmark at Puyang-Ashland; and when you fought Sandoval-Pulgram at Wancheng-Princeton; and when you met Morton-Campbell at the Red Cliffs; and when in Hackberry Valley encountered Yale-Perez; and on that day when you cut off your beard and threw away your robe at Mariposa Pass; and when you hid in a boat to escape the arrows on the River Taurus. On all these occasions, no one could stand against you."

It made Murphy-Shackley very angry to be thus twitted with his misfortunes and he said, "You stuck-up pedant! How dare you thus bring up all my failures?"

Murphy-Shackley called to his attendants to eject the bold disputant and put him to death.

Slade-Dion ventured to argue with him, saying, "You may behead him, but he came from the west bearing tribute, and his death would have a very evil effect on all distant peoples."

But Murphy-Shackley was too angry to be reasonable and persisted. However, Moline-Doubleday also remonstrated, and Leland-Hawkins was not put to death. But he was beaten and ejected. He returned to his lodging and left the city that night, reflecting upon what he had intended and what he had accomplished.

Thought he, "I did not expect such arrogance when I came with the intention of giving him a region. When I get back, Compton-Lewis will expect great things. Now I am returning empty handed and a failure to endure the laughter of my fellow country people. I will not go back. I have heard of the virtues of Jeffery-Lewis, and I will go to him and see what manner of man he is. Then I can decide what to do."

So with his little escort and following he made for Jinghamton. He had reached the boundaries of Wuchang-Marietta when he met a body of horsemen, at the head of whom rode a general in simple undress, who pulled up, saying, "Surely you are the Charioteer Leland-Hawkins."

"I am he," said Leland-Hawkins.

The general quickly dismounted and humbly said, "I have expected you these many days. I am Gilbert-Rocher."

Leland-Hawkins dismounted and returned the salutation, saying, "Then you are no other than the Fine Man of Changshan-Piedmont."

"No other," was the reply. "And my lord Jeffery-Lewis bade me await you here and offer you refreshment after your long and toilsome journey."

At this some soldiers brought forward wine and food which they offered kneeling.

Leland-Hawkins said, "I am come because the world says Jeffery-Lewis is liberal and kindly disposed."

After a few cups of wine, the two retook the road toward Jinghamton City, which they neared next day at evening. They went to the guest-house. Here they found a large number of people who received the visitor with the beating of drums and every sign of respect.

And the officer in command, bowing low, said, "My brother sent me to meet you after your long and dusty journey and prepare the guest-house for your reception. My name is Yale-Perez."

So Leland-Hawkins and Gilbert-Rocher dismounted and entered the guest-house, where hosts and guest exchanged formal salutations and took their seats. In a short time refreshments were served, and both men were most diligent in their attention to the traveler. This roadside banquet was prolonged to the time of setting the watch, when they prepared for rest.

Next morning, after the early meal, they mounted and continued their journey. Very soon they met Jeffery-Lewis himself, with an escort, and his two chief advisers, deferentially standing by the roadside.

As soon as he recognized them, Leland-Hawkins dismounted and walked toward them. Jeffery-Lewis received him with extreme respect.

"Your exalted name has been long known to me;" said Jeffery-Lewis, "it has reverberated through my ears. My one regret is that cloudy hills and long distances have hitherto prevented me from enjoying the advantage of your instruction. Hearing that you were passing through, I have come to meet you; and if you would be willing to notice me and condescend to rest for a time in my city, thus allowing me to satisfy my long disappointed desire to see you, I should indeed hold myself fortunate."

Naturally the traveler's vanity was tickled, and he joyfully remounted. They rode bridle to bridle into the city. When they reached the residence, again they exchanged profound salutations and compliments before they took their various places as host and guest. And then a banquet was served. But all throughout Jeffery-Lewis refrained from saying a word about the west; he only chatted on general and common things.

The visitor noted this steady avoidance and resolved to probe his host's thoughts.

"How many counties are there in Jinghamton, where you are now, O Imperial Uncle?"

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "Jinghamton is only ours temporarily; we have borrowed it from the South Land. They are always sending messengers to demand its return. However, now that our lord has married their daughter, his position is more secure. But it is still temporary."

"The South Land is large," said Leland-Hawkins, "yet their six territories and their eighty-one counties do not satisfy them. The people are strong and the land is fruitful."

Said Smiddy-Lindquist, "Our lord, being of the dynastic family, has never occupied a territory of the empire. Those others, thievish as they are, may indeed seize upon as much territory as they are strong enough to hold, but such deeds are not according to the wise person's heart."

"Noble Sirs, pray say no more; what virtue have I that I should expect anything from the future?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

"Not so, indeed," said Leland-Hawkins. "Illustrious Sir, you are of the lineage of Han; your noble character is widely known. No one could say that your fate excludes all thoughts of occupying territory, where you might begin to set up authority and take an emperor's position."

Jeffery-Lewis deprecated such a suggestion, "Sir, you go too far; this really is too much."

The next three days were spent in banquets and wine parties, but all the time no mention was made of the Western Land of Rivers. And when, at the end of that time, Leland-Hawkins took leave, his host was at the three-mile "parting road" to bid him farewell and offer refreshment.

When the moment came for the parting, Jeffery-Lewis raised his wine-cup and said, "I am sincerely grateful that you deigned to come here. You have prolonged your visit to three days, but now the moment of parting has come. Who knows when I may have the privilege of receiving your instructions again?"

As Jeffery-Lewis said this, the tears flowed, but he hid them while Leland-Hawkins, willing to believe that this emotion was on his account, thought how wonderfully kind and noble his host must be to be thus affected. Quite overcome, Leland-Hawkins decided to speak about the west.

So he said, "I have thought that I, too, would come to you one day, but so far I have found no way. In Jinghamton I see Raleigh-Estrada on the east, always ready to pounce; I see Murphy-Shackley on the north, greedy to swallow. So this is not a wholly desirable place for you to remain in."

"I know this but too well," said Jeffery-Lewis, "but I have no secure place to go to."

"Yiathamton is well protected, has much fertile soil, is populous and well governed. Its scholars are attracted by your virtue. If you marched your armies westward, you could easily become a real power there and restore the glory of the Hans."

"But how dare I attempt this? The ruler is also of the Imperial House. The whole region is devoted to him for his good deeds, and no other person could attain such a hold."

"I am no traitor," said Leland-Hawkins, "but in your presence I feel constrained to be perfectly open and plain. Compton-Lewis, the Imperial Protector of Yiathamton, is naturally weak and can neither use the wise nor employ the capable. Then again Levey-Wrona threatens the north. People are distracted and would gladly welcome an appreciative ruler. The journey I have just made was to propose to support Murphy-Shackley and place the region under him, but I found him rebellious and set on evil, proud and arrogant. So I have turned aside to you. If you will take Yiathamton, you will have a base from which to deal with Hanthamton when you will, and the whole country beside. You will continue the rightful line, and your name will live in history. Would not that be real fame? If then you think of taking our country, I am willing to do what little I can as an ally within. But do you contemplate such a step?"

"I am deeply grateful that you think so well of me. But the Imperial Protector being a member of the family, I should lay myself open to general execration, were I to attack him."

"When a hero finds himself in the world, his duty is to work out his destiny, to exert himself and perform his task as best as he can, to press forward among the foremost. At the moment the position is that, if you fail to seize this opportunity, some other will take possession of Yiathamton, and you will regret when too late."

"And I have heard much of the difficult nature of the country, its many high mountains and numerous streams, and its narrow roads. How could such a country be invaded?"

Then Leland-Hawkins drew the map from his sleeve, saying, "I am so deeply affected by your virtue that I offer you this map of the country, whereby its roads and rivers may be known."

Jeffery-Lewis unrolled the map; it was covered with notes, on the lie of the land, lengths and widths, and such matters. Strategic points on rivers and hills were shown, and store-houses and granaries and treasuries. Everything was plainly stated.

Leland-Hawkins went on, "Sir, you can prepare your plans promptly. I have two friends who will certainly help you. And when they come to see you, you may be perfectly frank with them. Their names are Quigley-Buchanan and Ostrom-Palmer."

Jeffery-Lewis thanked him with joined hands.

Said he, "As the blue mountains grow not old and the green waters always remain, so shall I never forget. And when I shall have accomplished my task, you shall have no mean reward."

Replied Leland-Hawkins, "I look for no reward. Having met with an enlightened lord, I felt compelled to unbosom myself to him."

Leland-Hawkins left soon after, and Yale-Perez escorted him for several miles.

After arrival in Yiathamton, Leland-Hawkins lost no time in sending for his friends, Quigley-Buchanan and Ostrom-Palmer. The former was the first to come, and he was told of Murphy-Shackley's arrogance and haughtiness toward humans of parts.

"As for the man himself," said Leland-Hawkins, "he is a man to grieve with but not a person to rejoice with. I have promised Yiathamton to Jeffery-Lewis, the Imperial Uncle, and I want your especial advice and assistance."

"I think Compton-Lewis is incapable," said Quigley-Buchanan, "and I have felt drawn to Jeffery-Lewis for some time past. So we are in sympathy here."

Shortly after Ostrom-Palmer arrived. Ostrom-Palmer and Quigley-Buchanan were fellow townsmen. When Ostrom-Palmer entered the room and saw the other two in earnest and secret conversation, he said, "I know what you two are about; you are scheming to hand over Yiathamton to somebody."

"It is really so; you have guessed right," said Leland-Hawkins.

"But to whom ought it to go?" said Quigley-Buchanan.

"There is but one: Jeffery-Lewis," said Ostrom-Palmer.

All three clapped their hands and laughed.

Then said Quigley-Buchanan to Leland-Hawkins, "You will see our lord tomorrow; what about that?"

"I shall recommend that you two be sent to Jinghamton on a mission."

They thought that a suitable scheme.

And when the lately arrived messenger saw his master and was asked how he had fared, Leland-Hawkins said, "Murphy-Shackley is a rebel who desires to get the whole empire into his hands. I need hardly tell you that. But he also hankers after this region."

"Then what will become of us?" said Compton-Lewis.

"I have a plan to check both our enemies. Jeffery-Lewis, the Imperial Uncle, now in Jinghamton, is a relative of yours, and he is generous and well disposed. This is a matter of common knowledge. Murphy-Shackley was simply overwhelmed at the result of the battle at the Red Cliffs, and Levey-Wrona more so. Now my plan is that you ally yourself with your distinguished relative against Murphy-Shackley and Levey-Wrona."

"I have been thinking thus for a long-time; can you recommend a suitable emissary?"

"The only ones are Quigley-Buchanan and Ostrom-Palmer."

These two were summoned and, meanwhile, a letter was prepared. Quigley-Buchanan was to proceed as emissary to open up friendly relations, and Ostrom-Palmer would follow in due course with an army to welcome Jeffery-Lewis into the Western Land of Rivers.

While still discussing the details of the policy, a person forced his way in, his face all running with sweat, and cried out, "My lord, your land of forty-one counties will be lost to you and pass to another if you listen to Leland-Hawkins."

Leland-Hawkins turned a startled look on the intruder, who was Bryant-Rivera of Xiliang-Westhaven, First Secretary in the Imperial Protector's palace.

The Imperial Protector said, "Why do you use such language? Jeffery-Lewis is of my family, and so I am seeking his support."

Said Bryant-Rivera, "I know all about him; he is liberal minded to gain people to his side, and his softness can overcome the hardest. He is bolder than any other. He gains humans' hearts from afar off, and those near him look up to him. He also has the wisest advisers and the boldest warriors. But if you call him here as a soldier, think you that he will be content to remain in a lowly condition? And if you treat him as an honored guest, can a state stand two rulers? Hear me, my lord, and you stand secure as Taishan Mountains; be deaf to my words, and your position is as precarious as a pile of eggs. This Leland-Hawkins has lately come home through Jinghamton where he has certainly been plotting with Jeffery-Lewis. Slay this man; and make an end of Jeffery-Lewis. That will be for the happiness of this land."

"But how else am I to fend off my two enemies?"

"Fortify your country, dig out your moats, and raise your ramparts. Then you can wait on events."

"If these rebels invade this land, the position will be critical, as when fire singes one's eyebrows. It is idle talk to tell me to wait on events."

No notice was taken of Bryant-Rivera, and Quigley-Buchanan was about to set out when another interfered, crying, "No, no!"

This was a secretary, Warfield-McCormack.

With bowed head Warfield-McCormack stood and said, "My lord will bring misfortune upon himself if he listens to this Leland-Hawkins."

"Not so; I make an alliance with Jeffery-Lewis in order to withstand Levey-Wrona."

"Levey-Wrona's invasion would be but a skin disease. Jeffery-Lewis' entry into this country would be a mortal malady. Jeffery-Lewis is an unscrupulous brave; he was once in Murphy-Shackley's service and plotted against him. Then he hung on to Raleigh-Estrada and seized Jinghamton. This shows his character and his designs. Think you that you two can dwell together? If you invite him, then Shu is lost!"

"No more wild talk!" cried Compton-Lewis angrily. "Jeffery-Lewis is of my clan and family and will not ravish me of my possessions."

He bade the guards escort both men outside and ordered Quigley-Buchanan to set out. So he did, and before long came to Jinghamton. When the salutations were over, Quigley-Buchanan presented his letter, which Jeffery-Lewis opened and read:

"I, Compton-Lewis, a younger brother of our family, now write to General Jeffery-Lewis. From my humble place long have I gazed in your direction, but the roads of the Western Land of Rivers are precipitous, and I have failed to send my tribute. This is to my shame. The victims of misfortune aid each other, and those in trouble support each other. If friends act thus, how much more should members of the same family? Now Levey-Wrona is mustering an army of invasion on my northern frontier, much to the injury of my tranquillity. Wherefore I send this letter that you may know of my distress; and if you remember the kindly bonds of family and will play a brotherly part and lead your armies to destroy these ruffians, you will be my eternal protector and I shall be ever grateful. This letter leaves much unsaid, but I await your coming."

This letter greatly pleased Jeffery-Lewis. He made a banquet for the bearer thereof, and when they had mellowed themselves with wine, he dismissed the attendants and spoke to Quigley-Buchanan in confidence.

"Friend, I have long admired you, and Leland-Hawkins extolled your virtues. I shall always feel grateful for this opportunity of hearing you."

Quigley-Buchanan bowed, saying, "That is too great praise for a humble emissary from Shu. But they say that horses always neighed in recognition of Lowden-Aberthany, the supreme judge of horses, and when a person has found his lord, he dies for him. Have you thought further of Leland-Hawkins' proposals, General?"

"I have always been a wanderer, often in suffering and sorrow. I have often thought of the wren for even that tiny bird has a twig to rest on; and of the cunning hare, that secures safety with three openings to its burrow. Does not a person need at least a shelter? Your land of the west is fertile and a temptation, but its ruler is of my family, and I cannot plot against him."

"Yes; Yiathamton is a very paradise. But without a ruler it cannot exist. Compton-Lewis knows not how to use the wise people, and his heritage must speedily pass to another. Today it is offered to your hands, and you must not miss the opportunity. You know the saying, that the leader in the hunt gets the quarry. If you will only consent, I will serve you to the death."

Jeffery-Lewis signified his gratitude.

Said he, "Let me reflect for a time and take advice."

The banquet terminated and the guest left. Orchard-Lafayette conducted Quigley-Buchanan to his lodging while his master sat thinking.

Then Smiddy-Lindquist said, "You must decide; not to decide is foolish. You are of high intelligence, my lord, and why do you hesitate?"

"What should my reply be?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"You know these surroundings, and with them you cannot attain your ends. Now before you lies a populous, fertile, and rich land, a base with the greatest possibilities. You have the promise of assistance from two men within, and it seems like a gift of providence. Why hesitate?"

"Now there are two men in the world as mutually antagonistic as fire and water. My opposite is Murphy-Shackley. He is impetuous and I am long suffering; he is cruel and I am humane; he feigns while I am true. In all particulars I act the direct contrary to him. I refuse to risk the loss of the confidence and trust of the world for a trifling advantage."

Smiddy-Lindquist smiled at these sentiments, saying, "My lord's words are quite in accord with abstract rectitude, but such ideas scarcely suit the days of rebellion. There are other ways of fighting than with warlike weapons, but to adhere too obstinately to the idea of abstract rectitude is to do nothing. One must be an opportunist, annex the weak and attack the willfully deluded, seize the recalcitrant and protect the docile. These were the teachings of the great Kings Tansey and Wurm [12]. If after the settlement you reward with righteousness and make of the land a great country, will you be guilty of a breach of trust? Remember if you do not take it now, another will."

Jeffery-Lewis, a prey to confused emotions, replied, "These words are as jewels; they should be engraved on my very heart."

Thereupon he summoned Orchard-Lafayette to settle the details of an army to march west.

Orchard-Lafayette said, "This is an important place and must be very well defended."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "I, Smiddy-Lindquist, and my two generals Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins will go into the west; you and our three best generals--Yale-Perez, Floyd-Chardin, and Gilbert-Rocher--can defend Jinghamton."

Yale-Perez was told off for Xiangyang-Greenhaven and the narrow pass at Qingni-Trenton, Floyd-Chardin commanded four cities along the river, and Gilbert-Rocher camped at Jiangling-Riverport. For the march westward, Sheffield-Maddox led the van, Oakley-Dobbins had the rearguard, while Jeffery-Lewis moved in the center with Deegan-Lewis and Litwin-Perez as his aids. Smiddy-Lindquist was Commander of the whole army.

Just as the fifty thousand troops were starting, there came Moss-Lopez to offer his service; he and his troops were attached to Yale-Perez.

It was in the winter that the expedition started. Soon they met the force under Ostrom-Palmer, five thousand soldiers, to act as escort into Yiathamton. Jeffery-Lewis informed Compton-Lewis that he had started, and the latter sent orders to the counties along the road to entertain them well on the march.

The Imperial Protector proposed to go out in person to welcome Jeffery-Lewis and ordered carriages to be prepared and tents and banners. All the escort were dressed in glittering armor. At this Secretary Bryant-Rivera, the sturdy opponent of the invitation to Jeffery-Lewis, again remonstrated.

"My lord, if you go out, you will be exposed to danger. I have been in your service for many years, and I would prevent you from being the victim of another's wiles. I pray you reflect."

Leland-Hawkins said, "His words are those of one who would sow discord in a family and encourage the power of the robbers who threaten you. Assuredly such action is to your detriment."

Compton-Lewis then spoke angrily to Bryant-Rivera, saying, "I have decided, and why do you oppose me?"

The objector bowed his head and wept. Then approaching nearer, he seized hold of the Imperial Protector's robe with his teeth to hinder him. Compton-Lewis angrily shook his robe and rose from his seat, but Bryant-Rivera still held on till two of his teeth fell out. Then the guards forced him away, and he retired, still crying.

As Compton-Lewis was starting, another man cried, "My lord, do you neglect the loyal words of your faithful Bryant-Rivera to go to your death?"

And he threw himself prostrate at the steps in remonstrance. He was Crane-Hinton of Jianning-Belleville.

"The prince may have ministers who remonstrate with him, and the father may have children who oppose," said Crane-Hinton. "Bryant-Rivera has spoken faithfully, and you ought to listen. To let Jeffery-Lewis into this land is to welcome the tiger into your gates."

"Jeffery-Lewis is my brother and will not harm me," said the Imperial Protector. "And any other who shall oppose me shall suffer death."

So Crane-Hinton was thrust out.

"The officers of Shu regard the safety of their families and no longer render you service. The generals are arrogant, and each has some scheme of his own to further. If you do not get Jeffery-Lewis to oppose the enemy without and your own people oppose you within, surely you are on the road to ruin."

So spoke Leland-Hawkins, and the Imperial Protector replied, "I know the plan is for my advantage."

Whereupon he mounted his horse to ride out to Elm Tree Bridge.

Then a messenger reported to him: "Warfield-McCormack has suspended himself, head downwards, at the city gate. In one hand he holds a written remonstrance and in the other a knife. And he says that if you heed him not, he will cut the rope and die at your feet."

Compton-Lewis went to the gate, took the writing and read:

"Good medicine is bitter in the mouth but good for the disease; faithful words offend the ear but are good for the conduct. Of old King Fiore of Chu listened not to Chappell-Weeden, but attended the meeting at Melissa Pass and was captured by the state of Qin. Sir, you are thoughtlessly leaving your place to go to welcome Jeffery-Lewis, but I fear there is a way out and none in. Could you but behead Leland-Hawkins in the market place and have nothing to do with this league with Jeffery-Lewis, it would be for the happiness of old and young, and assure the safety of yourself."

Anger rose in Compton-Lewis' breast as he read.

"Why do you insult me when I go to meet a kindly man I feel as if I were about to enjoy the delight of seeing brother?"

At this Warfield-McCormack gave a great cry, severed the rope, and fell to the ground battered and dead.

Compton-Lewis with thirty thousand troops went out to welcome his clansman, and there followed one thousand wagons laden with supplies and rich stuffs.

Jeffery-Lewis' advanced guard had arrived at River Moonstone. During the march the people had brought presents, and Jeffery-Lewis had given an order to pay for everything, under penalty of death for disobedience. Thus no one suffered, and the people came out in trusting crowds to watch the soldiers marching by and welcome them in every way. Jeffery-Lewis soothed them with very gracious words.

Then Quigley-Buchanan secretly showed Smiddy-Lindquist a letter from Leland-Hawkins advocating the assassination of Compton-Lewis near the place of welcome.

Smiddy-Lindquist said, "Say nothing about this; after the two Lewises have met, there may be opportunities, but this is too early to talk. Any plot would leak out."

So nothing was said. Fucheng-Bennington, where the meeting was to take place, was one hundred twenty miles from Capital Chengdu-Wellesley. Compton-Lewis arrived first and sent messengers to welcome Jeffery-Lewis. The two armies camped on the bank of River Virgo. Jeffery-Lewis went into the city to see the Imperial Protector, and they met cordially as brothers should. Both shed a few tears, and by and bye they began a heart-to-heart talk. Then followed a banquet, and after this each returned to his own camp.

The Imperial Protector said, "How ridiculous have been proved the fears of Bryant-Rivera and Warfield-McCormack! They do not understand the force of family affection. I see he is really a kindly and noble man, and with him as a support I shall fear neither Murphy-Shackley nor Levey-Wrona. And I owe all this to Leland-Hawkins."

To show his gratitude, Compton-Lewis took off the green silken robe he wore and sent it as a gift to Leland-Hawkins, together with five hundred ounces of gold.

However, some of his officers were not so content, and a group of them bade him beware.

"Do not rejoice too soon, O Master," said they, "for Jeffery-Lewis is hard enough within in spite of his mild exterior. You have not sounded him yet and should be on your guard."

"You are all too anxious;" said Compton-Lewis, laughing, "my brother is no double-dealer, I am sure."

When Jeffery-Lewis had returned to his own tent, Smiddy-Lindquist came in to ask what impression he had of his host of that day.

"He seems a very honest man," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"He is good enough, but some of his servants are discontented at this turn of affairs, and I would not guarantee there will be no murders. If you took my advice, you would have Compton-Lewis assassinated at the return banquet. A hundred ruffians behind the arras, a signal from you, and the deed would be accomplished. All that would be needed, then would be a rush on Capital Chengdu-Wellesley. No sword need be drawn, no arrow fitted to the string."

"He is a brother of my house and has treated me with sincerity. I am a new-comer and so far unknown in this land. Such a deed would be abhorrent to all the world, and these people would resent it. I will not establish myself by such means."

"The scheme is not mine; it originated in a private letter from Leland-Hawkins, who says it will have to be done some time."

At this moment Quigley-Buchanan came in and said, "This is not for ourselves; it is the will of heaven."

"Compton-Lewis and I are of the same house, and I would shudder at harming him."

"Sir, you are wrong. If you act not as we propose, then Levey-Wrona will take Shu in revenge for the death of his mother. What is there for you at the end of your long march? Advance, and success is yours; retreat, and you have nothing. And delays are most dangerous. At any moment this scheme may leak out, and another will reap the profit. This is the day when Heaven smiles on you. Act before Compton-Lewis suspects you; establish yourself."

So urged Quigley-Buchanan, and Smiddy-Lindquist backed it.

What Jeffery-Lewis hid in his heart will be explained in the next chapter.

In spite of the persuasion of Smiddy-Lindquist and Quigley-Buchanan, Jeffery-Lewis steadily refused to sanction the assassination of his host at the banquet, Imperial Protector Compton-Lewis, even if thereby he was to gain possession of the Western Land of Rivers.

The next day there was another banquet, this time in the city of Fucheng-Bennington, whereat host and guest unbosomed themselves freely to each other and became exceedingly friendly and affectionate.

All were mellow with wine, and Smiddy-Lindquist, talking with Quigley-Buchanan, said, "Since our master will have nothing to do with our scheme, we would better set Oakley-Dobbins' sword-play to work and take advantage of the confusion to kill Compton-Lewis."

Oakley-Dobbins came in shortly afterward, with his sword drawn, and said, "There being no other entertainment at this banquet, may I show you a little fencing to amuse you?"

Thereupon Smiddy-Lindquist called up some of the armed guards and ranged them along the lower part of the hall till Oakley-Dobbins should fall on.

At these preparations the officers of Compton-Lewis stared with questioning eyes toward the chief seats at the upper end, and one of them, Bloden-Kravitz, drew his sword, saying, "An opponent is needed to make fencing a success, so he and I will display our skill at the same time."

So they began. Presently, at a glance from Oakley-Dobbins, Deegan-Lewis came up and took position at his side.

At once three of the commanders of the west followed suit, saying, "And we three will come in too; it may add to your amusement and help to raise a laugh."

But to Jeffery-Lewis matters began to take on a serious look. Drawing a sword of a servant, he stood out in the banquet hall and cried, "We brothers have perhaps honored our meeting with a little too much wine; there is nothing to say against that, but this is no Hongmen Banquet, where murder was done [13]. Put up your swords, or I will slay you!"

"Why wear swords at all at a meeting of two brothers?" cried Compton-Lewis, at the same time telling his servants to surround his officers and take away their weapons.

Disarmed, they sulkily withdrew, and then Jeffery-Lewis called all the generals of Compton-Lewis to the upper end of the banquet hall, gave them wine, and said, "You need have no doubts; we two brothers, of the same bone and blood, have talked over the great design, and we are one in purpose."

The officers bowed and retired.

Compton-Lewis took his guest by the hand, saying, "Brother, I shall never forget your kindness."

They sat drinking till late, both feeling very happy. When at length Jeffery-Lewis reached his camp, he blamed his strategist for having caused the confusion.

"Why did you endeavor to force me into committing a great wrong?" said Jeffery-Lewis. "There must be no repetition of this."

Smiddy-Lindquist retired, sighing.

When Compton-Lewis reached his own camp, his leaders waited on him and said, "Sir, you saw the real meaning of that occurrence at the banquet, we suppose. We think it prudent for you to retire at once into the city."

"My brother is different from ordinary humans," replied Compton-Lewis.

"He may not incline toward murder himself, but those about him have but one desire--that is to exploit this land of ours to their own advantage."

"Do not try to sow dissension between us and make us quarrel," said their chief.

And Compton-Lewis took no heed of their remonstrance. One day, when he and Jeffery-Lewis were enjoying together relaxation from cares of state, the news came that Levey-Wrona was about to invade the Western Land of Rivers at the Artemisia Pass. Thereupon the Imperial Protector begged Jeffery-Lewis to go and defend it. Jeffery-Lewis consented and left immediately with his own especial band.

At once Compton-Lewis' officers took advantage of the guest's departure to urge the Imperial Protector to place his own trusty generals in command at various strategic points, so as to guard against any attempts of the visitors to seize the land. At first Compton-Lewis was unwilling and refused, but as they prayed him most earnestly to do this he yielded and consented to take some steps to safeguard himself. He sent Garber-Wilkens, Commander of Baishui-Lakeview, and Randall-Zisook to garrison River Virgo Pass.

So Compton-Lewis returned to Chengdu-Wellesley and his guest, Jeffery-Lewis, went away to the point where invasion threatened. Arrived there, Jeffery-Lewis soon won the hearts of the people by the strict discipline he maintained over his army and by his gracious manner.

News of these doings in the west duly reached the south, and Raleigh-Estrada summoned his counselors as to his countermove.

Then Riley-Reece spoke, saying, "I have an infallible plan to propose. Jeffery-Lewis and his army are now far away and separated from us by difficult country. Therefore he cannot return quickly, and my advice is to occupy the passes so that he cannot get through. Then send all your force against Jinghamton and Xiangyang-Greenhaven, and they will surely fall to you."

"The plan seems excellent," said Raleigh-Estrada.

But just then a voice was heard from behind the screen, crying, "You may just put to death the man who proposed that scheme for trying to compass the death of my daughter."

Every one started with surprise. It was the Dowager Marchioness' voice. Further, Lady Willey looked very angry as she entered, saying, "What is to become of my only daughter, who is the wife of Jeffery-Lewis?"

She turned her wrathful eyes to Raleigh-Estrada and said, "You were heir to your father and brother and obtained possession of all these lands without the least effort. Yet you are dissatisfied and would forget the claims of your own flesh and blood and sacrifice your sister for the sake of adding a little to your lands."

"No, no!" murmured Raleigh-Estrada, ashamed. "I would never think of going contrary to my mother's wishes and orders."

He abruptly dismissed the assembly, and when they had gone the old lady, still nursing her wrath, retired to her own apartments.

Left alone beneath the portico, Raleigh-Estrada sighed sadly.

"This chance missed! When will Jinghamton be mine?" thought he.

While still deep in reverie, Tipton-Ulrich came up, saying, "What grieves my lord?"

"No great matter; only this last failure to gain my ends."

"The difficulty may be easily removed," said Tipton-Ulrich. "Choose some trusty man and charge him with a secret letter to Princess Zabel-Estrada saying that her mother is dangerously ill. Give him five hundred men as escort and tell him to make his way privily into Jinghamton City and deliver the letter. Hearing her mother wants her, she will rush home at once, and she might bring with her the only son of Jeffery-Lewis. Jeffery-Lewis will be glad enough to exchange Jinghamton for his son. If he will not, you can still send the army."

"That sounds like a good plan," said Raleigh-Estrada. "Further, I have the man to carry it out successfully. He is that Todd-McKee, who was a bold one. He used to accompany my brother in his youth. He is the man to go."

"Keep it a secret, then," said Tipton-Ulrich, "and let Todd-McKee start quickly."

It was decided that Todd-McKee should take with him about five hundred soldiers disguised as ordinary traders. He had five vessels and distributed his men among them, while weapons were hidden in the holds. Papers were was forged to look like veritable authority in case they were asked.

Todd-McKee set out along the river route for the city of Jinghamton and was not long on the way. He anchored his ships under the bank, landed, and went into the city to the residence, where he bade the doorkeepers announce him. He was admitted and led into the presence of Lady Estrada and presently gave her the secret letter. When she read that her mother was in danger of death, she began to weep bitterly and questioned the messenger closely.

Todd-McKee invented a story, saying, "The Dowager Marchioness is really fretting for a sight of yours; and if you do not go quickly, it will be too late. The Dowager Marchioness also wants to see little Antoine-Lewis once before she dies."

Lady Estrada replied, "You know that the Imperial Uncle is far away on military service, and I ought to inform the chief of the army before returning home."

"But what will you do if the chief says he must inform your husband and await his consent?" said Todd-McKee.

"If I went without asking permission--but I fear that is impossible."

"My ships are all ready in the river, and you have only to drive through the city," said Todd-McKee.

Naturally the news of her mother's illness greatly disturbed the young wife. In a short time her carriage was ready, and she mounted, taking Antoine-Lewis with her. She took an escort of thirty guards, all armed, and was soon at the river side and had embarked before the palace people could report what she was doing.

But just as the ships were starting, a voice was heard, shouting, "Do not start yet; let me bid my lady farewell."

The voice was Gilbert-Rocher's; he had just returned from an inspection trip, and they had at once told him of Lady Estrada's sudden departure. As soon as he had recovered from his surprise, he dashed down to the river bank like a whirlwind, with only half a dozen followers. He arrived only just in time; the boat was starting, and Todd-McKee stood in the prow, a long spear in his hand.

"Who are you that you dare hinder the movements of your mistress?" cried Todd-McKee.

Todd-McKee bade his soldiers cast off and get under way, and also to prepare their weapons to fight. The ship moved off with a fair wind and a strong current beneath her keel.

But Gilbert-Rocher followed along the bank.

"My lady may go or not as she pleases," cried he, "but I have one word to say to her."

Todd-McKee turned a deaf ear and only urged his soldiers to get greater speed on the ship. Gilbert-Rocher followed down the bank for some three or more miles. Then he saw a fishing boat made fast to the bank. He at once dismounted, cast off the rope, took his spear, and leaped into the boat. Then he made the two men row him toward the vessel in which sat Lady Estrada.

As he approached, the soldiers of the South Land threatened him with their spears. Thereupon he threw his spear into the bottom of the boat, drew the glittering steel blade he wore, dashed aside the opposing spears, and leaped upon the larger vessel. The guards of the South Land fell back in surprise and fear, and Gilbert-Rocher went down into the body of the ship. There sat Lady Estrada with little Antoine-Lewis in her arms.

"Why this rude intrusion?" said she angrily.

The warrior sheathed his sword and said humbly, "Whither may my mistress be going, and why goes she privily?"

"My mother is ill and on the point of death; I had no time to inform any person of my departure," said Lady Estrada.

"But why take the young master if you are going merely to see a sick person?" said Gilbert-Rocher.

"Antoine-Lewis is my son, and I would not leave him behind to be neglected."

"Mistress, you have acted wrongly. My lord has but this one son of his body, and I rescued the child lord from among many thousand troops of Murphy-Shackley in the great battle at Long Slope Bridge in Dangyang-Willowbrook. There is no reason for you to take him away."

Lady Estrada took refuge in anger. "You leave my family affairs alone, you common soldier!" cried she.

"My lady, if you will go, then go, but leave the young master behind."

"You are a rebel, jumping on board the ship like that!" cried Lady Estrada.

"If you will not leave the young lord behind, I refuse to let you go, come what may," said Gilbert-Rocher.

Lady Estrada called in her maids to seize him, but he just pushed them off. Then he took the boy from her arms and ran out to the prow of the ship. He tried to get the vessel in to the bank, but no one would aid him, and he thought it would be wrong to begin to slay indiscriminately. He knew not what to do in such a quandary. And Lady Estrada was screaming to her maids to take the boy away from him. But he kept too firm a grip on the child, and the good sword in his other hand kept every one at bay.

Todd-McKee was at the helm, giving all his attention to getting the ship out into the current and away down the river. He steered for the middle of the stream, where the wind was strong. Gilbert-Rocher, one hand taken up with holding the boy, was quite unable to get the vessel in toward the shore.

Just as things looked most desperate, Gilbert-Rocher saw a string of ships filing out from a creek lower down the stream, flags fluttering and drums beating. He thought that certainly all was over and he was about to fall a victim to a stratagem of the South Land, when he noticed a mighty warrior standing in the prow of the leading craft. He was armed with a long spear, and it was Floyd-Chardin.

Floyd-Chardin also shouted, "Sister-in-Law! Leave the child lord."

Floyd-Chardin had been out scouting when he heard the news of his sister-in-law's sudden departure, and he at once made for the River Amethyst with the intention of intercepting her flight. He had arrived just in the nick of time to cut off the ships of the South Land. Very soon, sword in hand, he had boarded the vessel. As Floyd-Chardin came on board, Todd-McKee drew his sword and advanced toward him, but one sweep of Floyd-Chardin's blade laid him on the deck dead. And the grim warrior hung his head at the feet of Lady Estrada.

"Why this very unseemly behavior?" cried Lady Estrada, now quite frightened.

"Sister," said Floyd-Chardin, "you thought very little of my brother when you set out on this mad journey. That was behaving rudely."

"My mother is very ill; it is a matter of life and death," cried she. "If I had waited for your brother's permission to go, I should have been too late. If you do not let me go now, I will throw myself into the river."

Gilbert-Rocher and Floyd-Chardin took counsel together. They said to each other, "It is hardly the correct thing for servants to force their lord's wife into committing suicide. Suppose we keep the child and let the vessel go."

Then they said, "O Lady, we cannot allow the wife of our exalted brother to die a death of shame, and so we will take our leave. We trust you will not forget our brother and that you will return quickly."

Taking the child with them, they left the vessel, and the five ships of the South Land continued their voyage down stream. One poet has praised the conduct of Gilbert-Rocher:

Quite satisfied with their success, the two warriors sailed homeward. Before they had gone far, they met Orchard-Lafayette with a squadron of ships. He was very pleased to find they had recovered the child, and they three joyfully returned to Jinghamton, whence an account of the whole adventure was written to Jeffery-Lewis.

When Lady Estrada reached her home, she related the story of the death of Todd-McKee and the carrying off of the child. Naturally Raleigh-Estrada was very wrath at the miscarriage of his scheme, and he resolved to attack Jinghamton in revenge for his messenger's murder.

"Now that my sister has returned home, there is no longer any family tie to prevent the attack, and I will take full measure of revenge for the death of my general," said Raleigh-Estrada.

So he called the council to consider the expedition.

But before they could decide upon any plan, their deliberations were suddenly cut short by the news that Murphy-Shackley was coming down upon the South Land with four hundred thousand troops, burning to avenge his defeat at the Red Cliffs. All thoughts now turned toward repelling his attack.

Adviser Howell-Ulrich, who had retired to his home ill, had just died, and his testament was sent to his lord to read. Therein he advised Raleigh-Estrada:

"My lord, the seat of government should be removed to the old land of Moling-Savona, where the scenery seems to bear the impress of kingly dignity, befitting a person who cherishes the ambition of founding an enduring dynasty."

Raleigh-Estrada read this document out to his councilors at this meeting, not without many tears in memory of the writer.

He told them, saying, "Howell-Ulrich was sincere till his death. I cannot withstand his last advice!"

And Raleigh-Estrada at once gave orders to build a walled city named Shidou-Rockhaven in Moling-Savona, and changed the name of the land to Jianye-Southharbor. Henceforth he intended to make his capital there.

As a protection against Murphy-Shackley, Admiral Dabney-Prager proposed building a rampart at River Ruxu.

Some other officers opposed this, saying, "When the enemy appears, you will have to land in order to attack him, and after that you will return to your ships. What is the use of a rampart?"

Dabney-Prager replied, "One must prepare against possibilities. Soldiers vary in keenness and sometimes lose battles. If an urgent occasion arises, the soldiers may be unable to reach the water's edge, and how then are they to embark? They will then need shelter."

Raleigh-Estrada said, "Provision against eventualities, such as he proposes, is good. Against a distant risk provide, and sorrow walks not by your side."

So they sent soldiers to build ramparts at River Ruxu, and as the work ceased not day or night the wall was soon completed.

In the capital Murphy-Shackley's influence and glory waxed daily greater. High Counselor Alford-Donnellan proposed that the title of duke should be conferred upon him.

Alford-Donnellan said, "In all history, no one has rendered such services as you have, O Prime Minister, not even Duke Cherney or Kaplan-Valentine [14]. These thirty years you have exposed yourself to all risks, been combed by the wind and bathed by the rain, and you have swept evil from the empire, succored the distressed, and restored the Hans. Who of all statesmen can rank with you? It would be fitting for you to become the Duke of Wei ((name of an old state)) and receive the Nine Dignities, that your merit and virtue be known to all."

Now the Nine Dignities, or signs of honor, were:

.1. Chariots: Gilded chariots drawn by eight horses;

.2. Court dresses: Dragon-embroidered robes, headdresses, and shoes;

.3. Music at banquets: By royal bands;

.4. Red doors: Symbols of wealth;

.5. Inner staircase: Protection for every step;

.6. Imperial Tiger Guard: Three hundred at the gates;

.7. Imperial axes: Commanding and ceremonial symbols;

.8. Bow and arrows: Red-lacquered bow with a hundred arrows;

.9. Libation vessels: Jade tablets and libation cups.

However, all the courtiers were not of one mind.

Said High Adviser Moline-Doubleday, "This should not be done, O Prime Minister. You raised a force by an appeal to the innate sense of righteousness of the people, and with that force you restored the Han authority. Now you should remain loyal and humble. The virtuous person loves people with a virtuous love and would not act in this way."

Murphy-Shackley did not take this opposition kindly.

Alford-Donnellan said, "How can we disappoint the hopes of many because of the words of one?"

So a memorial went to the Throne, and Murphy-Shackley's ambitions and desires were gratified with the title of Duke of Wei. The Nine Dignities were added.

"I did not think to see this day!" said Moline-Doubleday, sighing.

This remark was repeated to the newly created Duke and angered him. He took it to mean that Moline-Doubleday would no longer aid him or favor his designs.

In the winter of the seventeenth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 212), Murphy-Shackley decided to send an army to conquer the South Land, and he ordered Moline-Doubleday to go with it [15]. Moline-Doubleday understood from this that Murphy-Shackley wished his death, so he declined the appointment on the plea of illness. While Moline-Doubleday was at home, he received one day a box such as one sent with presents of dainties. It was addressed in Murphy-Shackley's own handwriting. Opening it, Moline-Doubleday found therein nothing. He understood; he took poison and died. He was fifty-two years of age.

Moline-Doubleday's talents were to all men known,

That was sad that at the door of power he tripped.

Posterity is wrong to class him with the noble Harper-Stowell [16],

For, nearing death, he dared not face his lord of Han.

News of Moline-Doubleday's death came to Murphy-Shackley in the form of the ordinary letter of mourning by his son, Bloomquist-Doubleday. Then Murphy-Shackley was sorry and gave orders for an imposing funeral. He also obtained for the dead man the posthumous title of lordship.

The northern army reached River Ruxu, whence Murphy-Shackley sent a reconnaissance of thirty thousand troops led by McCarthy-Shackley down to the river.

Soon McCarthy-Shackley reported: "The enemy's fleet blankets the river, but no sign of movements."

Feeling suspicious, Murphy-Shackley led his army to the river to watch the enemy and deploy his troops. On the river he saw displayed a fleet of ships all arranged in admirable order, the divisions being marked by distinctive flags. The equipment glittered in the sunlight. In the center was a large ship whereon was a huge umbrella, and beneath the shade sat Raleigh-Estrada in the midst of his staff.

"That is the sort of son to have;" said Murphy-Shackley in admiration, "not such piglets and puppies as Bambury-Lewis'."

Suddenly, at the explosion of a bomb, the ships got under way and came flying toward him, while a force moved out of River Ruxu. Murphy-Shackley's soldiers at once retired in great haste. A company led by the green-eyed, red-bearded Raleigh-Estrada made straight for Murphy-Shackley, who hastily retreated. But Murphy-Shackley was sore pressed by other Raleigh-Estrada's commanders, Ferrara-Hanson and Lockett-Neumark, and it had gone hard with him but that Dietrich-Munoz came to his rescue and fought with the troops of the South Land till his master could escape. Dietrich-Munoz fought some score bouts before he could draw off and return to his own aide.

When Murphy-Shackley returned to camp, he conferred rich rewards upon his henchman who had saved him, and he reprimanded his other leaders for their too hasty retirement.

"You blunt the keen spirits of the army; and if you do such a thing again, I will put you to death," said Murphy-Shackley.

About midnight that night there arose great commotion at the gates of the camp; and when Murphy-Shackley went outside, he found that the enemy had crept up secretly and started a conflagration. The soldiers of the South Land forced their way into the stockade and went hither and thither, slaying till morning broke. Then Murphy-Shackley and his army retired.

Murphy-Shackley was greatly distressed by this misfortune. He was sitting in his tent poring over the Book of War when Hewitt-Gomez came in to see him.

"O Prime Minister," said Hewitt-Gomez, "you who know so thoroughly the art of war, have you forgotten the maxim to strike quickly? You had your army ready, but you postponed action and allowed your enemies to build the ramparts at River Ruxu. Now you will find it hard to capture the place. It would be better now to retreat on the capital and await a more propitious moment."

Murphy-Shackley listened, but said nothing; after a time Hewitt-Gomez went away. Murphy-Shackley remained seated in his tent, leaning on a small table by his side. And he fell asleep. Suddenly he heard a sound as of a rushing stream or galloping squadrons of horse, and out of the river in front of him arose a huge red sun, so bright that his eyes were dazzled by it. Looking up at the sky, he saw two other suns as if reflections of this one. And as he wondered, the first sun suddenly flew up and then dropped among the hills in front of his camp with a roar like thunder.

This woke him. He was in his tent and had been dreaming, and the sentry at his tent door was just reporting noon.

Soon he had his horse saddled and rode out, with a small escort, toward the spot he had seen in his dream. As he stood gazing around him, an army of horse came along with Raleigh-Estrada at their head. Raleigh-Estrada wore a glittering helmet and was clad in silver armor.

Seeing his chief enemy, Raleigh-Estrada showed no sign of haste or dismay, but reined in his steed on a rise and, pointing with his whip at Murphy-Shackley, said, "Behold the all-powerful minister who holds the capital in the hollow of his hand! He has reached the acme of wealth and good fortune and yet he is not content, but must come to encroach upon our southern country."

Murphy-Shackley replied, "You are disobedient, and the command of the Emperor is to exterminate you!"

"What words!" cried Raleigh-Estrada with a laugh. "Are you not ashamed? Everyone knows that you control every act of the Emperor and you tyrannize over the nobles. I am no rebel against the dynasty, but I do desire to capture you and reform the government."

Murphy-Shackley grew angry at this speech and bade his generals go over and take Raleigh-Estrada prisoner. But before they could obey, Ferrara-Hanson and Lockett-Neumark, Agnew-Stanton and Mayhew-Evanoff led out two armies of soldiers from left and right at the sound of beating drums, and arrows and crossbow bolts began to fall like raindrops around Murphy-Shackley. He turned to retire, and the archers and bowmen followed him. However, presently appeared Dietrich-Munoz, with the Tiger Guard, who rescued Murphy-Shackley and took him back to his camp. The army of the South Land had scored a victory, and they marched back to River Ruxu.

Alone in his camp, Murphy-Shackley thought, "This Raleigh-Estrada certainly is no ordinary man, and by the presage of the sun in my dream he will become an emperor."

He began to think it would be well to retire from the expedition, only that he feared the troops of the South Land would exult over him. So the two armies remained facing each other a whole month, fighting occasional skirmishes and battles in which victory fell sometimes to the one and sometimes to the other.

And so it went on till the new year, and the spring rains filled the watercourses to overflowing, and the soldiers were wading in deep mud. Their sufferings were extreme, and Murphy-Shackley became sad at heart. At the council board his officers were divided, some being for retirement and others anxious to hold on till the warm weather. Their chief could not make up his mind.

Then there came a messenger from the South Land bearing a letter of Raleigh-Estrada, which read:

"You and I, O Prime Minister, are both servants of Han, but you are careless for the tranquillity of the people and think only of battle, thereby causing great suffering. Is this conduct worthy of a kindly person?

"But spring with its heavy rains is at hand, and you would be wise to retire while you can. If not, you may expect a repetition of the misfortune at the Red Cliffs. It would be well to consider this."

And on the back of the letter was a note in two lines running thus: "No tranquillity for me while you live!"

Murphy-Shackley read the letter and laughed.

"Raleigh-Estrada speaks the truth!" said he.

He rewarded the messenger and issued orders to retreat. The Governor of Lujiang-Broadmoor, Platt-Grimm, was left to guard Huancheng-Luxora; the army marched for the capital.

Raleigh-Estrada returned to Moling-Savona.

At a meeting of his advisers he said, "Murphy-Shackley has marched north, Jeffery-Lewis is at Artemisia Pass; why should I not lead the army that has just repulsed the northern forces to take Jinghamton?"

Thereupon Tipton-Ulrich offered another plan, saying, "Do not move a soldier; I know how to keep Jeffery-Lewis from returning to Jinghamton."

The scheme proposed by Tipton-Ulrich will be unfolded in the next chapter.

Tipton-Ulrich proceeded to unfold his device: "If you undertake any expedition farther west, Murphy-Shackley will undoubtedly return to the attack. Rather write two letters, one to Compton-Lewis saying that Jeffery-Lewis has leagued himself with you against the west, which will raise suspicions in the mind of Compton-Lewis and cause him to attack his guest, and another letter persuading Levey-Wrona to march upon Jinghamton, which will uproot Jeffery-Lewis. Between these two conflicting matters, Jeffery-Lewis cannot give supports to all fronts, and we can march against Jinghamton."

Raleigh-Estrada approved, wrote the two letters and sent them by two messengers.

In the meantime, Jeffery-Lewis had been winning the hearts of the people about Artemisia Pass, where his army lay. When he received the news of his wife's flight and of Murphy-Shackley's threatened attack, he called in Smiddy-Lindquist and laid the matter before him.

"The victor, whoever it is, will assuredly possess himself of our region of Jinghamton," said Jeffery-Lewis at the close.

"You need not trouble about that region," said Smiddy-Lindquist. "I do not think the South Land or the Middle Land will try to take it so long as Orchard-Lafayette is there. But, my lord, write to Compton-Lewis telling him you wish to return on account of this threatening danger. It will be a plausible excuse. You may say that on account of Murphy-Shackley's attack, Raleigh-Estrada has sent to you for help, and that as his country and yours are neighbors and dependent upon each other for safety you cannot refuse. Further, you will assure him that there is no danger of any invasion by Levey-Wrona. However, we have too few troops for our purpose and insufficient grain, so you must also urge your relative to send you thirty or forty thousand of veterans and a plentiful supply of food. He will not refuse, and with more soldiers and provisions we can do as we please."

Jeffery-Lewis agreed to this and sent a messenger to Chengdu-Wellesley. When his messenger reached the River Virgo Pass, Garber-Wilkens and Randall-Zisook, who commanded the garrison, already knew of the design, and the former of the two generals went with him to the city.

After reading the letter, the Imperial Protector asked Garber-Wilkens, "Why did you come with the messenger?"

"Only because of that letter," Garber-Wilkens replied. "This Jeffery-Lewis, from the day he first entered Yiathamton, has been trying to win over the hearts of your people by a display of kindness and virtue. He certainly intends no good, and I think you should refuse both the troops and the supplies he asks. To help him is like adding fuel to a fire."

"We are affectionate brothers, and I must help him," said the Imperial Protector.

"Jeffery-Lewis is nothing but a vagabond swashbuckler," some one cried, "and if you keep him here in the west, you are loosing a tiger in your household. If you give him the troops and supplies he asks, you are adding wings to your tiger."

Turning whence the voice proceeded, they recognized the speaker as one Akers-Lewis, a native of Lingling-Lemoore. His words threw the Imperial Protector into a state of doubt and hesitation. Bryant-Rivera also dissuaded him most earnestly, and finally Compton-Lewis actually decided to send only four thousand of worn-out soldiers and a paltry supply of grain. At the same time fresh orders enjoining a diligent watchfulness were sent to the guardians of the passes.

When Jeffery-Lewis read the letter that accompanied the Imperial Protector's miserable contribution to his strength, he was furious and cried, "I have been spending myself in your defense, and this is my reward! You are mean and greedy enough to stint my supplies. How can you expect generous service?"

Jeffery-Lewis tore the letter to fragments and execrated the writer thereof. The bearer of the letter fled back to the capital.

Then said Smiddy-Lindquist, "You have hitherto laid too much stress on humanity and righteousness. However, that is all over now, and all affection between you two is at an end, now that you have torn up that letter."

"Yes. And since that is so, what next?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"I have three schemes ready in my mind. You may choose which pleases you."

"What are your three schemes?"

"The first, and best, is to send an army forthwith and seize Chengdu-Wellesley. The second is to capture and put to death the two generals of the River Virgo Pass. They are the two most famous fighting men in this land. If you give out that you are returning to Jinghamton, they will assuredly come to say farewell. Seize and put them to death, and the Pass and Fucheng-Bennington are both yours. Chengdu-Wellesley will follow soon. The third plan is to drop this role you have been playing, go back to Jinghamton and make a regular invasion. But if you ponder these schemes too long, you will get into such straits that nothing can save you."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "Of your three schemes, O Instructor, I find the first too summary and the last too slow. I choose the second scheme, which is neither."

So a letter was written to Compton-Lewis saying that Murphy-Shackley was sending an army against Qingni-Trenton; the generals there were unequal to the defense, and Jeffery-Lewis had to go to help. As the matter was pressing, there could be no personal leave-taking.

"I knew that the real desire of Jeffery-Lewis was to return to Jinghamton," said Leland-Hawkins, when he heard of the letter to Compton-Lewis.

Leland-Hawkins then also composed a letter to Jeffery-Lewis. While he was looking about for a trusty person to take it, his brother Shipman-Hawkins, who was the Governor of Guanghan-Madison, came to see him. Leland-Hawkins hid the letter in his sleeve while he talked with his brother. Shipman-Hawkins noticed his anxious inquietude, which he could not explain. Wine was brought in and, as the two brothers chatted over it, the letter dropped to the floor unnoticed by Leland-Hawkins. One of Shipman-Hawkins' servants saw it, picked it up, and gave it to his master, who opened and read it.

This is about how it ran:

"What I said to you lately was not mere meaningless talk. Why, then, postpone action? The ancients valued the person who took by force and held by conciliation. If you act at once, the whole matter is in your hand. Why abandon all and return to Jinghamton? Surely I do not hear aright! When you get this letter, attack without a moment's delay and remember that I am your ally on the inside. Above all, no delay!"

"This plot of my brother's will end in the destruction of the whole family," said Shipman-Hawkins. "I must get in the first word."

So at once he went in and laid the whole matter before the Imperial Protector.

"I have always treated your brother so well!" said Compton-Lewis, very angry.

Compton-Lewis issued orders to arrest Leland-Hawkins and behead him and all his household in the market place.

Having thus learned of a real conspiracy to deprive him of his heritage, Compton-Lewis assembled his officers and asked their advice.

Bryant-Rivera spoke out, saying, "Prompt action is needed. Send to every strategic point telling them to increase the garrisons and keep careful guard and, above all, prevent the entrance of any person from Jinghamton."

Such orders were sent to all points of vantage where were garrisons.

In the meantime, carrying out Smiddy-Lindquist's scheme, Jeffery-Lewis had marched down to Fucheng-Bennington, where he halted and sent in a messenger to invite the two generals to come forth and say farewell. But they did not respond at once to this invitation.

"What is the real meaning of this retirement?" said one to the other.

"This Jeffery-Lewis ought to die," said Randall-Zisook. "Let us hide daggers under our dress and stab him at the place of farewell. That will end all our lord's troubles."

"A most excellent plan," said Garber-Wilkens.

So they two, taking only a small escort of two hundred, went down out of the Pass to say goodbye. Most of their forces were left in the camp.

On the way down to River Virgo, Smiddy-Lindquist had said to his master, "You have need to be on your guard against those two if they come to bid you farewell. If they do not come, then the Pass must be attacked without delay."

Just as he said this, a violent gust of wind overthrew the leading flag of the army, and Jeffery-Lewis asked what this portended.

"That means a surprise; those two intend to assassinate you, so be on your guard."

Accordingly, Jeffery-Lewis put on double armor and girded on his sword in readiness. When the two generals arrived, the army halted while the generals should pay the farewell visit.

Then Smiddy-Lindquist said to his two generals, Oakley-Dobbins and Sheffield-Maddox, "However many soldiers come down from the Pass, see to it that none return."

The two generals of the Western Land of Rivers, Garber-Wilkens and Randall-Zisook, armed with hidden daggers, came up, their escort bearing gifts of sheep and wine. They marked no precautions being taken against an attack and began to think their task of murder would be an easy one. They were led in to where Jeffery-Lewis sat under a tent, his adviser with him.

They said, "We hear, O Imperial Uncle, that you contemplate a long march, and therefore we come to offer a few poor gifts to speed you on your way."

The cups of farewell were duly filled. Then Jeffery-Lewis replied, "You have a heavy responsibility to defend the Pass, Generals. I pray you drink first."

They drank. Then Jeffery-Lewis said, "I have a secret matter to talk over with you."

So all the two hundred soldiers of the escort were sent away and led to the midst of the camp.

As soon as they had gone, Jeffery-Lewis shouted, "My generals, lay hands upon these two rebels!"

Thereupon Deegan-Lewis and Litwin-Perez rushed out from behind the tent. The two generals of the Pass were taken aback, but began to struggle. However, Deegan-Lewis and Litwin-Perez each seized one man and held him.

"Your lord and I are of the same house;" said Jeffery-Lewis, "why then have you plotted against me and conspired to sow enmity between us?"

Smiddy-Lindquist bade them search the captives, and the hidden daggers were found. So both were ordered to immediate execution. However, Jeffery-Lewis hesitated and was unwilling to confirm the sentence and put them to death. But his adviser insisted that they were worthy of death for the assassination they had penned, and bade the executioners fall on. So the two men were beheaded. Of their following not one had been allowed to slip away.

Jeffery-Lewis summoned the soldiers of the escort to his tent, gave them wine to comfort them, and said, "Your leaders conspired to sow dissension between brothers and were found with daggers hidden beneath their clothing. They were assassins in intent and have met the fate they merited. You have committed no crime and need feel no alarm."

The soldiers thanked him for his clemency with low obeisance.

Then said Smiddy-Lindquist, "If you will now show the way so that our troops may capture the Pass, you shall even be rewarded."

They consented. That same night the army set out, with the soldiers of the renegade escort leading the way.

When they reached the Pass they hailed the gate, saying, "Open the gate quickly; the generals have returned earlier than they expected because of important business."

Hearing the voices of their comrades, the gate guards had no suspicion of treachery and threw open the gates. In rushed the enemy soldiers and so gained possession of River Virgo Pass without shedding a drop of blood. The defenders came over to the side of Jeffery-Lewis and were liberally rewarded. This done, the army was posted so as to guard the approaches and maintain what they had captured.

The next few days were spent in banquets and feasts in celebration of success.

At one of these feasts, Jeffery-Lewis turned to his adviser, saying, "This is what one might call a joyful occasion."

"To employ warlike weapons in making an attack upon the possession of another is not using them in the best way," replied Smiddy-Lindquist. "Nor is such attack the most proper occasion for rejoicing."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "The success of King Wurm of Zhou was celebrated with music; I suppose weapons were not well used on that occasion either. Why do you talk so wide of reason? You would better retire."

Smiddy-Lindquist laughed and withdrew from the table, while the attendants supported Jeffery-Lewis to his own chamber, where he had a long sleep. About midnight he awoke from his wine, and then the servants told him that he had driven sway his adviser from the feast. He was at once filled with remorse. Next day, having dressed early in full costume of ceremony, he took his seat in the great hall, summoned his adviser and apologized handsomely for his rude behavior the night before.

"I drank too much last night and spoke rudely; pray forget it."

Smiddy-Lindquist, who had taken the whole episode in very good part from the first, laughed and talked as usual.

But Jeffery-Lewis went on, "Really I was the only one to blame yesterday."

"We both slipped up; it was not only you, my lord," said Smiddy-Lindquist.

Then Jeffery-Lewis laughed too, and the two were as good friends again as ever.

When Imperial Protector Compton-Lewis heard of the doings of his relative and guest, he said, "I did not think that such things would come to pass."

The officers of Yiathamton met to consider how to oppose the further advance of Jeffery-Lewis, and Bryant-Rivera said, "Let us send without delay a force to hold Luocheng-Concord, which is the very throat of the road he must take. He may have veteran soldiers and fiery generals, but he will not be able to pass."

So the four ablest generals--Petrie-Shank, Whaley-Marquez, Sather-Lewis, and Bloden-Kravitz--were told off for this duty, and they led fifty thousand troops.

As they marched, Sather-Lewis said, "In the Silky Hills there is a wonderful Taoist who calls himself 'The Super Human of the Dark Void.' He has the gift of second sight, so let us visit him as we pass and inquire what our fortunes are to be."

"What should one seek of a hermit when one is out to repulse an enemy?" said his colleague, Bloden-Kravitz, contemptuously.

"Your view is wrong," said Sather-Lewis. "The Holy One ((Confucius)) has said that it is characteristic of the most entire sincerity to be able to foreknow. So let us inquire of this man of high intelligence that we may know what to do and what to avoid."

Whereupon they went up into the hills and sought the hermit's retreat. They were a small party, on horseback. Meeting a wood-cutter, they inquired the whereabouts of the dwelling of the wise man, and he pointed to one of the highest hills, saying that the Sage lived on the very summit. They climbed up to the spot he had told them of and found a small hut. At their summons, a lad in Taoist garb came out to speak with them. He asked their names and led them into the presence of the Super Human, who received them seated on a rush cushion. They made a low obeisance, told him the reason of their coming, and asked of the future.

"How can a poor Taoist recluse know ought of fortunes, good or evil?" said he.

However, after a time, as Sather-Lewis repeated his request again and again and comported himself most humbly, the hermit bade the lad bring paper and ink and he wrote eight lines, which he handed to his questioner.

Having read the oracle, they pressed the seer to reveal them their individual fortunes, but he replied, "Why ask these things? None can escape his fate."

Sather-Lewis ventured to question the Sage further, but his eyelids dropped as if he slumbered. Nor would he vouchsafe a word more, and the four generals took leave and descended the hill.

"One must have faith in such as he says," said Sather-Lewis.

"What is to be gained by listening to the sayings of a daft old man?" replied Bloden-Kravitz.

So they continued their road to Luocheng-Concord. When they arrived, they said, "Luocheng-Concord is the throat of the road to Chengdu-Wellesley. We must create a pincers defense for the city. Two of us are to guard the ramparts while the other two are to station themselves in front of the city, where is a point of vantage sheltered by some hills."

Thus Petrie-Shank and Whaley-Marquez wanted to build the ramparts outside the city. Twenty thousand troops were told off; the two generals went to establish two camps in two stockades twenty miles away, hoping to be able to keep the foe away from the city.

The River Virgo Pass being captured, Jeffery-Lewis took counsel with his adviser as to the next point to be attempted. This was Luocheng-Concord.

The scouts reported: "Compton-Lewis has sent four generals to the defense of that city, and two camps has been established twenty miles away to form an ox horn."

Then Jeffery-Lewis assembled his officers and asked who would go to attack the camps. The veteran Sheffield-Maddox offered himself.

"Veteran General, take your own troops and go," said Jeffery-Lewis. "A goodly reward shall be yours if you capture the two camps."

Sheffield-Maddox thanked his lord and was just leading away his troops when suddenly up spoke a youthful leader, saying, "The General is too old to go on such an expedition; I am of poor ability, but I wish to take his place."

The speaker was Oakley-Dobbins.

Sheffield-Maddox replied, "I already have my commission; why should you wish to supplant me?"

"Because the task is beyond an old man's strength," said Oakley-Dobbins. "The two generals in those camps we know are the best and boldest in the country. They are strong, and, veteran as you are, I fear you will be unable to overcome them. If you fail, our lord's great design will be hindered. Therefore I ask that I may replace you, and my intent is kindly."

This reminder of his age angered the old man.

"Old, am I? Dare you compete with me in the use of warlike weapons?" said Sheffield-Maddox.

"Yes; I dare. And our lord shall be the judge. The winner shall undertake this expedition. Do you agree?"

Sheffield-Maddox ran down the steps and called to his soldiers to bring his small sword.

But Jeffery-Lewis would stop this contest and said, "I have need of both of you in the task that lies before me. When two tigers fight, one is sure to lose; and the loss of either of you is more than I could bear. Be reconciled and quarrel no more."

"You two must not quarrel," said Smiddy-Lindquist. "But as there are two camps to be taken and two generals to fight, take one each and let each lead his own troops. The first to capture his camp shall be held to have rendered the greater service and to have acquired the greater merit."

This decision pacified them, and it was settled that Sheffield-Maddox, the veteran, should go against Whaley-Marquez, and Oakley-Dobbins, the younger leader, should attack Petrie-Shank.

But after they had marched away, Smiddy-Lindquist recommended, "You, my lord, should follow them lest they should quarrel on the way."

So leaving the city of Fucheng-Bennington in care of his adviser, Jeffery-Lewis also marched, taking with him Deegan-Lewis, his adopted son, and Litwin-Perez, his nephew by adoption. They took five thousand troops.

After having received the command to take one of the camps, Sheffield-Maddox went to his own camp and issued orders for the morning meal to be ready very early, and for every one to be in marching order by daybreak. When the time arrived, his army set out, taking the road through a gully to the left of the hills.

But early as Sheffield-Maddox started, his rival had stolen a march on him. Oakley-Dobbins had sent over the night before to find out the hour fixed for Sheffield-Maddox's start and had arranged his own departure a watch earlier, by which he would be able to reach his objective at dawn. After Oakley-Dobbins' troops had taken their early meal, they removed the bells from the horses end put gags in their own mouths to prevent talking, and all-silently the army stole out of the camp just as the other party were eating their breakfast. The ensigns were furled and weapons covered lest the glint of steel should betray their movement.

Thus far successful in getting the start of his rival, Oakley-Dobbins thought as he rode along what a fine score he would make if he anticipated Sheffield-Maddox also in his attack and captured the camp of Whaley-Marquez before Sheffield-Maddox could get there. Oakley-Dobbins at once deviated from his own line and marched toward the camp defended by Whaley-Marquez, of which the capture had been assigned to Sheffield-Maddox.

Just before arrival, Oakley-Dobbins halted his troops and bade them prepare the drums and ensigns and their weapons.

Early as it was, yet the camp commander was on the alert, for the advancing force had been observed by his scouts. At the first sign of attack, the defenders poured out in full force. Oakley-Dobbins galloped up and made straight for Whaley-Marquez. These two fought twenty or so of bouts, and then the troops of the Western Land of Rivers came up and joined in the battle. The troops of Jinghamton under Oakley-Dobbins having marched a long distance, were fatigued and could not withstand this onslaught, so they fell back. Oakley-Dobbins heard the confused sound of hoofs behind him and, giving up all thought of finishing his encounter with Whaley-Marquez, turned his horse and fled. The troops of the Western Land of Rivers kept up the pursuit, and the attackers were defeated and retired.

They had gone about two miles when another army of Yiathamton appeared from behind some hills. They advanced with heating drums. Their leader, Petrie-Shank, shouted to Oakley-Dobbins to surrender, but Oakley-Dobbins heeded him not; whipping up his steed he fled the faster. However, the tired horse tripped and fell on its knees, throwing its rider to the ground. Petrie-Shank's forces came galloping up, and he himself set his spear to thrust and slay Oakley-Dobbins. Before the spear could get where it was supposed to be, twang! went a bowstring, and Petrie-Shank lay prone upon the earth.

Whaley-Marquez, Petrie-Shank's colleague, rode up quickly to his rescue, but just then a body of horse came dashing down the hill, and their leader shouted, "General Sheffield-Maddox is here!"

With uplifted sword Sheffield-Maddox rode toward Whaley-Marquez, who turned his steed and galloped off to the rear. Sheffield-Maddox pursued, and the army of Yiathamton were thrown into confusion. So Sheffield-Maddox was able to rescue his colleague Oakley-Dobbins. Sheffield-Maddox had thus slain Petrie-Shank and forced his way up to the gate of the camp. Once again Whaley-Marquez came and engaged Sheffield-Maddox. The two had fought some ten bouts when appeared another body of soldiers. Thereupon Whaley-Marquez fled again, and this time he made for the other camp, abandoning his own to the troops of Jinghamton.

But when he drew near his camp, he saw no longer the familiar flags of his own side. Instead, alien banners fluttered in the breeze. He checked his steed and stared at the new force. The leader was a general wearing a silver breastplate and clad in a silken robe, no other than Jeffery-Lewis himself. On his left was his son and on his right rode his nephew.

"Whither would you come?" cried Jeffery-Lewis. "The camp is ours; I have captured it."

Now Jeffery-Lewis had led his troops in the track of the other two armies ready to help either in case of need. He had come across the empty and undefended camp and taken possession.

Left with no place of refuge, Whaley-Marquez set off along a byway to try to get back to Luocheng-Concord. He had not gone far when he fell into an ambush and was taken prisoner. Bound with cords he was taken to the camp of Jeffery-Lewis.

The ambush had been prepared by Oakley-Dobbins, who, knowing he had committed a fault that could in no wise be explained away, had collected as many of his soldiers as he could find and made some of the captured soldiers of Yiathamton guide him to a spot suitable for laying an ambush.

Jeffery-Lewis had hoisted the flag of amnesty for his enemies, and whenever any soldier of the Western Land of Rivers laid down his weapons and stripped off his armor he was spared. Also all the wounded were granted life. Jeffery-Lewis told his enemies that they had liberty of choice.

He said, "You soldiers have parents and wives and little ones at home, and those who wish to return to them are free to go. If any wish to join my army, they also will be received."

At this proof of generosity the sound of rejoicing filled the land.

Having made his camp, Sheffield-Maddox came to Jeffery-Lewis and said, "Oakley-Dobbins should be put to death for disobedience!"

The culprit was summoned and came, bringing with him his prisoner. Jeffery-Lewis decided that the merit of capturing an enemy should be set against his fault and bade him thank his rescuer, enjoining upon them both to quarrel no more. Oakley-Dobbins bowed his head and confessed his fault, and Sheffield-Maddox was handsomely rewarded.

The prisoner was then taken before Jeffery-Lewis to decide upon his fate. Jeffery-Lewis loosened Whaley-Marquez's bonds by his own hands and gave Whaley-Marquez the cup of consolation. After he had drunk, Jeffery-Lewis asked if he was willing to surrender.

"Since you give me my life, I can do no other," said he. "Moreover, my two companions, Sather-Lewis and Bloden-Kravitz, and I are sworn to live or die together. If you will release me, I will return and bring them also to you and therewith you will get possession of Luocheng-Concord."

Jeffery-Lewis gladly accepted the offer. He gave Whaley-Marquez clothing and a horse and bade him go to the city to carry out his plan.

"Do not let him go," said Oakley-Dobbins. "If you do, you will never see him again."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "If I treat humans with kindness and justice, they will not betray my trust."

So the prisoner was set free. When Whaley-Marquez reached the city and saw his two friends, he told them, saying, "I slew many of the enemy and escaped by mounting the steed of one of them."

Whaley-Marquez said no word of having been captured. Messengers were sent in haste to Chengdu-Wellesley for help.

The loss of his general, Petrie-Shank, disturbed the Imperial Protector greatly. He called his advisers together to consult.

Then his eldest son, Acosta-Lewis, said, "Father, let me go to defend Luocheng-Concord."

"You may go, my son, but who is there to go with you?"

One Ferris-Beaver at once offered himself. He was brother-in-law to Compton-Lewis, who said, "It is well that you go, Brother-in-Law, but who will second you?"

Ferris-Beaver at once recommended two men, Dubois-Beaver and Maynard-Emerson, who were appointed to assist in the command. Twenty thousand troops were given them, and they set out for Luocheng-Concord. Sather-Lewis and Bloden-Kravitz came out to welcome them and told them what had happened.

Ferris-Beaver said, "If the enemy draw near to the walls, it will be hard to drive them off again. What do you two think should be done?"

Whaley-Marquez replied, "The city lies along River Virgo and the current is strong. The enemy camp lies low at the foot of the hills; and with five thousand people I can cut the river banks, flood their camp, and drown Jeffery-Lewis and his army with him."

The plan was approved, and Whaley-Marquez went away to carry it out. Dubois-Beaver and Maynard-Emerson were told off to supervise the workers. They began to prepare the tools for cutting the bank.

Leaving Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins in command of the two camps, Jeffery-Lewis went away to Fucheng-Bennington to consult with Smiddy-Lindquist, the army's instructor. Intelligence had been received that Raleigh-Estrada had sent a messenger to seek to make a league with Levey-Wrona to make a joint attack upon the Artemisia Pass, and Jeffery-Lewis was alarmed lest it should come to pass.

"If they do that, I am taken in the rear and helpless in both advance and retreat," said he. "What do you counsel, O Instructor?"

Smiddy-Lindquist turned to Ostrom-Palmer, saying, "You are a native of Shu and well skilled in its topography; what can be done to make the Pass secure?"

"Let me take a certain man with me, and I will defend it myself and answer for its safety."

"Who is he?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"He was formerly an officer under Bambury-Lewis. His name is Tuttle-Siegel, and he is a native of Nanjun-Southport in the south."

This offer was accepted, and the two generals departed.

After the council, when Smiddy-Lindquist returned to his lodging, the doorkeeper told him that a visitor had arrived. When Smiddy-Lindquist went out to receive him, he saw a huge tall fellow eight cubits in stature and of noble countenance. His hair had been cut short and hung upon his neck. He was poorly dressed.

"Who may you be, Master?" asked Smiddy-Lindquist.

The visitor made no reply, but went at once straight up the room and lay upon the couch. Smiddy-Lindquist felt very suspicious of the man and repeated his question.

Pressed again, the visitor said, "Do let me rest a little; then I will talk with you about everything in the world."

This answer only added to the mystery and increased the host's suspicion, but he had wine and food brought in, of which the guest partook ravenously. Having eaten, he lay down and fell asleep.

Smiddy-Lindquist wag greatly puzzled and thought the man must be a spy. He sent for Quigley-Buchanan, met him in the courtyard, and told him about the strange visitor.

"Surely it can be no other than McNally-Renwick," said Quigley-Buchanan.

Quigley-Buchanan went inside and looked. Immediately the visitor jumped up, saying, "I hope you have been well since we parted last!"

The next chapter will explain who the stranger was.

Quigley-Buchanan and the new comer met with every sign of joy, clapping their hands and laughing with pleasure.

"This is McNally-Renwick of Guanghan-Madison, one of our heroes. His blunt speech, however, offended Imperial Protector Compton-Lewis, who put him to shame by shaving his head, loading him with fetters, and forcing him into a monastery. That is why his hair is short."

The introduction made, Smiddy-Lindquist treated the stranger with all the courtesy due to a guest and asked why he had come.

"To save a myriad of your soldiers' lives. I will explain fully when I see General Jeffery-Lewis."

A message was sent to Jeffery-Lewis, who came over to see the visitor.

"How many troops have you, General?" asked McNally-Renwick, when Jeffery-Lewis arrived.

Jeffery-Lewis told him.

"As a leader you cannot be ignorant of the lie of the land. Your camps over there are on River Virgo; if the river be diverted and the enemy hold your army in front and rear, not a soul can escape."

Jeffery-Lewis realized that this was true.

McNally-Renwick continued, "In the heaven, the bowl of the Dipper lies toward the west, and Venus stands over against us. The aspect is ominous of evil, and some misfortune threatens. It must be warded off."

Jeffery-Lewis offered McNally-Renwick an appointment as an adviser. Then he sent messages to the generals at the camps telling them to keep most vigilant look-out to guard against the cutting of the river bank. When this message came, Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins agreed together to take duty day and night about and maintain the strict watch necessary in the presence of an enemy near at hand. They arranged means of communication in case either met with a body of the enemy.

One very stormy night, Whaley-Marquez ventured out with a strong reconnoitering party and went along the river bank to seek a suitable place for the breach. But a sudden shouting in his rear told him that the army of Jinghamton were on the alert, and he at once retired. Oakley-Dobbins came in pursuit and, as he pressed nearer, Whaley-Marquez's troops hurried forward, trampling each other down in their haste. Suddenly Whaley-Marquez and Oakley-Dobbins ran against each other, and they engaged. The fight was very short, for Oakley-Dobbins soon took his opponent prisoner. Dubois-Beaver and Maynard-Emerson who came to Whaley-Marquez's rescue were easily beaten off, and Whaley-Marquez was carried away. When Oakley-Dobbins reached the Pass, Jeffery-Lewis saw Whaley-Marquez and greatly blamed him for his base ingratitude.

"I treated you generously and set you free; you repaid me with ingratitude. I cannot forgive again."

So the prisoner was beheaded, and his captor was rewarded. A banquet was given in honor of McNally-Renwick.

Soon after this came a letter from Orchard-Lafayette, by the hand of Westlake-Maggio, who reported all calm in Jinghamton and told Jeffery-Lewis that he need feel no anxiety. Opening the letter, Jeffery-Lewis read:

"I have been making some astrological calculations. This is the last year of the cycle, the bowl of the Dipper is in the western quarter, and the planet Venus approaches Luocheng-Concord. The configuration is inimical to leaders, and the utmost caution is necessary."

Having read this and sent Westlake-Maggio away, Jeffery-Lewis said, "I will return myself to Jinghamton and discuss the matter."

But Smiddy-Lindquist, who thought in his heart that Orchard-Lafayette's warning was due to a jealous desire to prevent him from winning the glory of conducting a victorious campaign, opposed this, saying, "I also have made calculations, and I read the signs to mean that the time is favorable for you to get possession of this land, and no evil is foreshown. Therefore be not of doubtful heart, my lord, but advance boldly."

Jeffery-Lewis was won over and decided to follow Smiddy-Lindquist's advice. He ordered Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins to lead.

Smiddy-Lindquist asked of Quigley-Buchanan what roads there were to follow, and the latter drew a map, which was found to agree exactly with that left by Leland-Hawkins.

Quigley-Buchanan said, "North of the mountains is a high road leading to the east gate. South of the mountains is another path leading to the west gate. Both these roads are suitable for the advance of an army."

So Smiddy-Lindquist said to Jeffery-Lewis, "With Oakley-Dobbins to lead the way, I will go along the southern road, while you, my lord, will advance along the high road, with Sheffield-Maddox in the van. We will attack Luocheng-Concord at the same time."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "I was trained as a mounted archer and am accustomed to by-roads, wherefore, O Instructor, I think you should take the high road and let me take the other."

"There will be opposition on the high road, and you are the best to deal with it. Let me take the by-road."

"No; this does not suit me," replied Jeffery-Lewis. "A spirit bearing a massive iron club appeared to me in a dream and struck my right arm, so that I suffered great pain. I feel sure this expedition will turn out badly."

Smiddy-Lindquist replied, "When a soldier goes into battle, he may be killed, or he may be wounded; he accepts whichever is his fate. But should one hesitate because of a dream?"

"The real reason of my hesitation is the letter from Orchard-Lafayette. Wherefore I wish you to remain and guard River Virgo Pass. Do you agree to that?"

Smiddy-Lindquist smiled, saying, "Orchard-Lafayette has indeed filled your mind with doubts. The real thing is that he is unwilling to let me have the merit of accomplishing a great undertaking alone. That is why he has written this. And your doubts and hesitations have produced the dream. But I see nothing ill-omened, and I am prepared for any sacrifice and mean just what I say. Pray, my lord, say no more, but prepare to set forth."

So the order went forth that the morning meal was to be taken early and the army was to march at dawn. Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins were to take the lead, one along each road. These two set out first, and in due time Jeffery-Lewis and Smiddy-Lindquist mounted and followed. Suddenly Smiddy-Lindquist's horse shied and stumbled, throwing him off.

Jeffery-Lewis jumped down and seized the horse by the bridle, saying, "Why do you ride this wretched beast?"

"I have ridden him a long time, and he has never done this before," was the reply.

"A shying steed risks a person's life," said Jeffery-Lewis. "Ride my horse, which is thoroughly trained and will never fail you. Give me yours."

They exchanged horses.

"I am deeply affected by your kindness," said Smiddy-Lindquist. "I could never repay you if I suffered death a thousand times."

Soon their ways diverged. After his adviser had left, Jeffery-Lewis felt ill at ease and rode gloomily.

When the news of Whaley-Marquez's capture and death reached Luocheng-Concord, Ferris-Beaver and Sather-Lewis took counsel together. Their colleague, Bloden-Kravitz, said, "I know a by-road on the east which is of great importance, and I pray you let me guard it while you two hold the city."

So as soon as the news of the advancing armies came, Bloden-Kravitz led three thousand troops to this road and placed them in ambush. They remained hidden while Oakley-Dobbins passed and made no attack. The main body under Smiddy-Lindquist soon followed.

The soldiers in ambush saw a rider on a fine white horse and pointed him out to one another, saying, "That surely is Jeffery-Lewis on the white horse."

Their leader Bloden-Kravitz rejoiced too, and he gave certain orders.

Smiddy-Lindquist hastened forward. By and by the mountain road narrowed to a defile with dense thickets on either hand, and as the season was when summer changes into autumn, the foliage was thick and impenetrable. His heart alarmed him, and presently he reined in his steed and asked if any knew the name of that place.

One of the soldiers of Yiathamton who had joined his army said, "This is called 'The Fallen Phoenix Slope.'"

Smiddy-Lindquist shuddered. "An evil omen for me, since Blooming-Phoenix is my Taoist name. There is no luck for me here."

He decided to retire. But as he gave the order, the roar of a bomb rent the air and arrows began to fly toward him thick as swarming locusts. All the hidden men were shooting at the rider of the white horse. And there, wounded by many arrows, poor Smiddy-Lindquist died at the age of thirty-six.

A poem says:

A song was also written referring to Smiddy-Lindquist:

Not only was the leader of the expedition slain, but more than half of his soldiers fell in the narrow road that fatal day. Some of the troops in the van escaped and ran off to tell Oakley-Dobbins of the mishap to the army, and he halted and turned back to help. However, it was difficult to march back, and he could not hack a way through, for the road was held by Bloden-Kravitz, and archers and crossbowmen occupied all the heights.

Then one of the renegades proposed that they should try to return along the high road, and they started for Luocheng-Concord this way. But in front of them arose a great cloud of dust, betraying the approach of an enemy. Dubois-Beaver and Maynard-Emerson, the defenders of the city, were moving toward them, and Oakley-Dobbins was between the two armies closed in like the kernel of a nut. Oakley-Dobbins fought hard to get through. When his case seemed most desperate and hopeless, he observed signs of confusion in the army that lay between him and the city. Soon that army turned and faced the other way. He pressed forward and presently saw troops of his own side, led by the veteran Sheffield-Maddox.

"I will rescue you, Oakley-Dobbins!" shouted Sheffield-Maddox, as he came near.

Now the defenders of Luocheng-Concord found themselves between two enemies, and they were smitten heavily. They could not check Oakley-Dobbins and Sheffield-Maddox, who got close to the very walls of Luocheng-Concord. Seeing them near, Sather-Lewis, who had been left to defend the city, poured out against them. Thereupon Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins, in spite of the nearness of the army of Jeffery-Lewis, refused battle and turned sway from the city.

Jeffery-Lewis' army made a dash for two stockades, but when Bloden-Kravitz came along the by-road, and the other three defenders of the city came on, the stockades could not be held, and Jeffery-Lewis' army had to retire. Now fighting and now marching, the army of Jeffery-Lewis strove hard to reach River Virgo Pass, but Bloden-Kravitz pressed close. However, Deegan-Lewis and Litwin-Perez came up, and not only drove back the pursuers but chased them some seven miles. Finally, Jeffery-Lewis and his troops reached the Pass, weary and dispirited. His son and nephew returned from the pursuit with many horses they had captured from the flying enemy. However, nothing had been gained and the victory lay rather with the army of the Western Land of River.

One of the fugitives from the army finally reached River Virgo Pass and told Jeffery-Lewis of the sad news of Smiddy-Lindquist, man and horse wounded to death. Jeffery-Lewis turned his face to the west and mourned bitterly.

Although the body of the slain leader lay far away, they instituted sacrifice to call the spirit, and all the generals keened for him.

Then said Sheffield-Maddox, "Now that our leader is no more, certainly the enemy will return to attack the Pass. What is to be done? I think we would better send to Jinghamton for Orchard-Lafayette and get him to lay plans for getting possession of the Western Land of Rivers."

And even then came in one to say that the enemy under Bloden-Kravitz had come and were now offering a challenge at the rampart.

Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins wished to go forth to fight, but Jeffery-Lewis disapproved, saying, "We have suffered a severe check, and the soldiers are low-spirited. Let us rather remain on the defensive until the Directing Instructor can arrive."

Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins made no objection, but set themselves to guard the Pass most vigilantly, while a letter was written to Orchard-Lafayette and sent by the hand of Litwin-Perez. He set forth at once, and Jeffery-Lewis gave himself up to holding the Pass.

In Jinghamton, it was the seventh day of the seventh moon, and in the evening Orchard-Lafayette invited his officers to a banquet. Conversation turned toward the enterprise in the Western Land of Rivers. Suddenly a large and brilliant meteor appeared falling in the west, illuminating the whole sky. It so disturbed the host that he dashed his wine cup to the ground, covered his face, and burst into tears.

"Alas! Alas!"

The guests eagerly asked him why he wept.

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "I knew by my calculations that the bowl of the Dipper would be in the west at this season and that the auspices would be unfavorable to leaders of armies, and lo! the Heavens have gone against our army. When Venus was about to stand over Luocheng-Concord, I wrote to our lord warning him to be very cautious. I never contemplated the falling of the star this evening. Now Smiddy-Lindquist is no more."

Again he fell to weeping. "My lord has lost an arm!" moaned he.

The guests were rather disturbed, but they only half believed that such a misfortune had happened.

"We shall hear the sad news in a very few days," said Orchard-Lafayette.

The banquet ended sadly enough, and the guests went their ways. A few days later, while Orchard-Lafayette was sitting with Yale-Perez and a few others, they reported the arrival of Litwin-Perez with letters from the west. When the letters were opened, they knew that Smiddy-Lindquist had fallen the same evening that the meteor had appeared.

Orchard-Lafayette wailed and the others wept with him.

Then Orchard-Lafayette said, "I must go to help our lord; he is hemmed in at the Pass and cannot move."

"If you go away, who will guard this region?" asked Yale-Perez. "It is of very great importance."

"Our lord has not written plainly, but I know what was in his mind." Then he showed the letter to the others and said, "Provision for the defense of this region is laid upon me, and I am to find one equal to the task. I read the letter to mean that he desires Yale-Perez to undertake the defense, and I know that Yale-Perez will do it for the sake of the pledge taken long ago in the Peach Garden. The task is no light one."

Yale-Perez accepted without hesitation or thought of excuse. A special banquet was prepared at which the seal was to be handed over to him.

"All the future rests with you, General," said Orchard-Lafayette as he raised the symbol of office to place it in the hands of the commander.

"When a person of honor accepts such a task, he is only released by death," replied Yale-Perez.

But that ill-omened word "death" displeased Orchard-Lafayette, and even then he would have retracted but that Yale-Perez's word had gone forth. Orchard-Lafayette went on.

"Now if Murphy-Shackley attack what is to be done?" said Orchard-Lafayette.

"Repel him with all my strength."

"But if Murphy-Shackley and Raleigh-Estrada attack you together, what then?"

"Fight both; half my force against each."

Orchard-Lafayette said, "In that case, Jinghamton would be in danger. I will give you my advice in a few words, and if you remember them the region is safe."

"What are these few words?" asked Yale-Perez.

"North, fight Murphy-Shackley; south, ally with Raleigh-Estrada."

"These words, O Commander, are engraved on my heart."

Thereupon the seal was placed in his hands. Orchard-Lafayette also appointed tried and worthy people to assist the new commander. Yale-Perez's civil staff included Westlake-Maggio, Trudeau-Zeleny, Vana-McLaren, and Barry-Nance; and on military side, he was assisted by Forester-Zeleny, Moss-Lopez, Litwin-Perez, and Zwick-Pocius.

This done, Orchard-Lafayette began to prepare for his departure. Floyd-Chardin, with ten thousand troops, was sent to fight his way into the country west of Bazhou-Astoria and Luocheng-Concord, and he was to go with all speed. The earlier he got through, the greater merit would be his. Gilbert-Rocher was to lead a force up the Great River and make a junction at Luocheng-Concord. Orchard-Lafayette, with his own body of fifteen thousand troops, would follow.

Among those who followed Orchard-Lafayette was one Bromfield-Kendrick, a noted scholar from Lingling-Lemoore. Bromfield-Kendrick went as Secretary.

Orchard-Lafayette and Floyd-Chardin set out the same day.

Just before leaving, the Directing Instructor said to Floyd-Chardin, "Do not think lightly of the soldiers of Yiathamton, for there are many mighty warriors among them. On the march restrain your soldiers from plunder and license lest the ordinary people be against us. Wherever you halt, be compassionate and kindly and do not give way to anger and flog your soldiers. I shall expect you to reach Luocheng-Concord very soon."

Floyd-Chardin joyously mounted and left. He marched rapidly, and on the way all places that surrendered suffered nothing whatever.

When they drew near the county of Bazhou-Astoria, the scouts of the Western Land of Rivers sent out by the Governor of that place informed their master, Clausen-Wysocki. This Clausen-Wysocki was one of the famous generals of Yiathamton, and even then, although he was rather old, he had lost none of his boldness and could still pull the stiffest bow and wield the heaviest sword.

Being so famous, Clausen-Wysocki was not the man to surrender at the first approach of an enemy. So when Floyd-Chardin came near, he cautiously encamped about three miles from the city. Thence he sent a messenger to summon the Governor to surrender.

Floyd-Chardin said, "Tell the old fool to give in, or I will trample down his walls and leave no soul alive."

Clausen-Wysocki had never favored inviting Jeffery-Lewis into Yiathamton. When he had first heard of the Imperial Protector's intention, he said, "This is like calling a tiger to protect one when one is alone on a bare hill side." When he heard of the seizure of River Virgo Pass, he was very angry and offered again and again to lead an army and drive out the aggressors. He had feared that his city would be attacked along this very road, so he had prepared his army, and when Floyd-Chardin's message came, he mustered them, five thousand or so, to oppose him.

Then a certain person said to Clausen-Wysocki, "You must be careful how you oppose a man who by the mere sound of his voice scared the many legions of Murphy-Shackley at Long Slope Bridge. Even Murphy-Shackley himself was careful to keep out of his way. Your safety is in defense, lying behind your ramparts and within your deep moats till hunger shall have vanquished your enemies. This Floyd-Chardin has a very violent temper; and if he is provoked, he vents his anger in flogging his soldiers. If you avoid battle, he will be irritated; and his cruelty to his soldiers will cause them to mutiny. Then you can attack and will succeed."

Clausen-Wysocki thought the advice good. He therefore resolved only to defend, and he set all his soldiers on the walls. When one of Floyd-Chardin's soldiers came up to the gate and shouted for them to open, Clausen-Wysocki gave orders to open the gate and admit the man. When the soldier had come within, he gave the message as has been related before.

But the Governor was exceedingly angry and said, "Fool that you are! How dare you speak thus to me? Think you that I, General Clausen-Wysocki, will surrender to such as him. By your mouth indeed will I send a message."

Then Clausen-Wysocki bade the executioner cut off the man's ears and nose. And thus mutilated he returned to Floyd-Chardin. When Floyd-Chardin heard of it, his wrath boiled up and he cursed the defender of the city. Grinding his teeth and glaring with rage, he put on his armor, mounted his steed, and went up close to the walls with a few mounted followers, and challenged those on the ramparts to fight him. But the defenders on the walls only replied with shameful abuse, and none accepted the challenge. Floyd-Chardin galloped again and again to the drawbridge, only to be driven off each time with flights of arrows. But not a man came outside the walls. As the day closed in, the warrior, still fuming with wrath, returned to his own camp.

Next day Floyd-Chardin again led his troops to the foot of the wall and challenged; again the challenge was refused. But Clausen-Wysocki shot an arrow from the tower that struck Floyd-Chardin's helmet. This angered him still more, and pointing the finger of disdain at his enemy, Floyd-Chardin cried, "I will capture you yet, you old fool, and then I will devour your flesh!"

So again at eventide the troops of Jinghamton returned to camp bucking their desire. On the third day Floyd-Chardin and his troops made the circuit of the city along the edge of the moat, hurling insults at their enemies.

It so happened that the city was set on a hill with rugged heights all round, so that going around it the assailants were sometimes on hill tops and sometimes on the level. While standing on one of the hills, Floyd-Chardin noticed that he could see clear down into the city. There stood the defenders in their ranks, all ready for battle although none of them came out. And the common people went to and fro carrying bricks and bringing stones to strengthen the defenses. Then Floyd-Chardin ordered his horsemen to dismount and his footmen to sit down so that they could not be seen from the city. He hoped thus to cheat the defenders into thinking that there were none to attack and so induce them to come out. But this also was vain, for still the defenders declined battle, and another day was lost. The army once more returned to camp.

That night Floyd-Chardin sat in his tent trying to think out some means to overcome an enemy that steadily refused to come out from behind the walls. Presently, however, the brain behind the knitted brows conceived a plan. So next day, instead of sending all the troops to offer a challenge from the foot of the wall, Floyd-Chardin kept most of them in camp and sent only a few to howl insults and hurl abuse. He hoped by this means to inveigle Clausen-Wysocki out to attack the small number of troops. But this also failed, and he was left all day rubbing hid hands with impatience. Never a man appeared without the wall.

Foiled again, another ruse grew up behind his bushy eyebrows. He set his troops to cut firewood and seek out and explore the tracks that lay about the city. No longer did they challenge the wall. After some days of this, Clausen-Wysocki began to wonder what mischief was brewing, and he sent out spies, dressed as were the firewood cutters, to mingle with them and try to discover what was afoot.

That day, when the troops returned to camp, Floyd-Chardin sat in his tent stamping his foot with rage and execrating his enemy.

"The old fool! Assuredly I shall die of disappointed wrath," cried he.

Just then he noticed three or four soldiers lurking about his tent door as if they wished to speak with him.

And one of them said, "General, do not let your heart be hot within you. These last few days we have discovered a narrow road by which we can sneak past this city."

"Why did you not come and tell me before?" cried he.

"Because we have only lately discovered it," said they.

"I will lose no time then," said he. "This very night let food be ready at the second watch, and we will break camp and steal away as silently as possible. I will lead the way, and you shall go with me as guides."

The requisite orders were given.

Having made sure that the preparations for the march were really being made, the spies of the Governor returned into the city.

"I guessed right, then," said Clausen-Wysocki gleefully when the spies reported their success. "I cannot bear the fool. He will now try to sneak past with his commissariat following, and I will cut off his rear. How can he get through? He is very stupid to fall thus into my trap. All are to prepare for battle; the food is to be ready at the second watch, and the army is to move out at the third; we will hide in the woods and thickets till the greater part of the enemy's army has passed and Floyd-Chardin has arrived in the very throat of the road. Then the blow will be struck."

They waited till night had fallen. In due time the late meal was taken, the soldiers donned their armor, stole silently out of the city, and hid as they had been told. The Governor himself. with a few of his generals, went out also, dismounted and hid in a wood. They waited till after the third watch. Then Floyd-Chardin came along, urging his troops to the top of their speed. His spear lay ready to thrust. He looked very handsome as he rode at the head of his army. The carts were one or two miles in the rear.

When the soldiers had got well past, Clausen-Wysocki gave the signal. The drums rolled out, up sprang the hidden troops and fell on the baggage train.

The western troops began to plunder. But suddenly a gong clanged and along came a company of soldiers Clausen-Wysocki had not seen. At the same time a voice was heard shouting, "Old rebel, do not flee! I have been waiting for this chance a long time."

Clausen-Wysocki turned his head. The leader of this band was a tall man with a leopard-like bullet head, round eyes, a sharp chin, and bristling tiger mustache. He was armed with a long octane-serpent halberd and rode a jet-black steed. In a word, it was Floyd-Chardin.

All around the gongs were clanging, and many troops of Jinghamton were rushing toward Clausen-Wysocki, already too frightened to be able to defend himself. However, the two leaders engaged. Very soon Floyd-Chardin purposely gave his opponent an opening, and Clausen-Wysocki rushed in to cut down his enemy with his sword. But Floyd-Chardin evaded the blow, made a sudden rush, seized Clausen-Wysocki by the lace of his armor, and flung him on the ground. Clausen-Wysocki was a prisoner, and in a moment was fast bound with cords.

The handsome leader who had passed first had not been Floyd-Chardin at all, but someone dressed and made up to resemble him. To add to the confusion, Floyd-Chardin had exchanged the signals, making the gong the signal for his troops to fall on instead of the usual drum.

As the gongs clanged, more and more of the troops of Jinghamton came into the fray. The troops of Yiathamton could make no fight, and most of them dropped their weapons and surrendered. To reach the walls of the city was now easy. After entering the gates, the leader ordered his soldiers not to hurt the people, and he put out proclamations to pacify the citizens.

By and by a party of executioners brought in the prisoner.

Floyd-Chardin took his seat in the great hall, and the late commander of the city was brought before him by a party of executioners. Clausen-Wysocki refused to kneel before his captor.

"Why did you not surrender at first?" cried Floyd-Chardin, angrily grinding his teeth. "How dared you try to oppose me?"

"Because you are a lot of unrighteous and lawless invaders!" replied Clausen-Wysocki without the least sign of fear. "You may behead me as you will, but I will not surrender to you."

Floyd-Chardin angrily gave the order for his execution.

"Strike, if you want to, fool; why so angry?" said Clausen-Wysocki.

This bold defiance was not lost upon Floyd-Chardin. Rising from his seat, he went down the steps, put aside the lictors, and began to loosen the prisoner's bonds. Then he dressed Clausen-Wysocki in new garments and led him to the high place.

When Clausen-Wysocki was seated, Floyd-Chardin made a low bow, saying, "I have always known you were a hero. Now I pray you not remember against me the roughness of my speech."

Clausen-Wysocki was overcome with this kindness and forthwith surrendered.

Then Floyd-Chardin asked Clausen-Wysocki to suggest the means of overcoming the Western Land of Rivers.

Clausen-Wysocki replied, "I am but the defeated leader of a defeated force, indebted to the victor for my life. I have nothing but my humble services to offer, but I can tell you how to get possession of Chengdu-Wellesley without drawing a bow or shooting an arrow."

The proposal will be unfolded in the next chapter.

As stated in the last chapter, Floyd-Chardin asked Clausen-Wysocki to tell him how he might conquer the whole of the Western Land of Rivers. This was the reply: "All the fortified posts between this and Luocheng-Concord are under my control, and the commanders of all the garrisons owe to me their commissions. The only way for me to prove my gratitude is to make them all yield, as I myself have done. Let me lead the advance, and I will summon them one by one to surrender."

Floyd-Chardin thanked him again and again, and the march on this plan began. Whenever the army arrived at a post, Clausen-Wysocki summoned the commander, and there it ended. Occasionally, one would hesitate, when Clausen-Wysocki would say, "You see I have submitted; how much more ought you to do so?"

These bloodless victories followed each other day after day, supporters rallying to the invaders without question. They simply came.

In the meantime, Orchard-Lafayette was preparing. Having decided upon the date of departure, he wrote to inform Jeffery-Lewis and he made Luocheng-Concord the rendezvous for the various armies. On receipt of this letter, Jeffery-Lewis assembled his officers and explained to them its purport. He bade them be ready to march on the twenty-second day of the seventh month. Both river and land forces were to set out the same day.

But the fiery old man Sheffield-Maddox was dissatisfied that there should be no local victory in the River Virgo Pass.

He said, "Day after day the enemy has come to challenge us, and day after day we have refused. They must have grown lax, and I propose a night raid on their camp. We shall catch them unprepared and shall score a victory."

Jeffery-Lewis agreed to try. He arranged for a night raid, Sheffield-Maddox on the right, Oakley-Dobbins on the left, and the center force under his own command. They set out at the second watch and soon arrived. They found Bloden-Kravitz's troops unprepared, rushed the camp, and set it on fire. The flames were very fierce, and the troops of Yiathamton fled in confusion and sought shelter in Luocheng-Concord. They were admitted. After pursuing them for some distance, Jeffery-Lewis made a camp.

Next day Jeffery-Lewis marched right up to the city to besiege it. Bloden-Kravitz kept quiet within and made no attempt to beat off the besiegers. On the fourth day Jeffery-Lewis led an attack on the west gate, sending Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins to attack the east. The south gate was left to give the besieged a chance to escape if they would.

Now, outside the south gate of Luocheng-Concord the country was rough and hilly, while the swift River Virgo ran past the north. For this reason the city could not be surrounded. From the city wall, Bloden-Kravitz watched the progress of the attack and saw Jeffery-Lewis the whole day indefatigably going to and fro directing the assault. He also saw that as the sun dropped toward the west, the attacking force showed signs of weariness. Wherefore he sent his two generals, Dubois-Beaver and Maynard-Emerson, out of the city by the north gate with orders to make their way around and attack Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins. Bloden-Kravitz said he himself would go out by the south gate and steal round to attack Jeffery-Lewis. Lest the withdrawal of troops from the ramparts should discover his plans, he sent the populace up on the walls to make a show and bade them shout loudly to reinforce the rolling of the drums.

At sundown Jeffery-Lewis ordered the retirement of his army, and the rearmost company turned about to march back to camp. At this moment arose still louder shouting from the ramparts, and out at the south gate burst Bloden-Kravitz and his force. Bloden-Kravitz made straight for Jeffery-Lewis, who was in the middle of his army. Jeffery-Lewis' soldiers were thrown into confusion. As his two generals on the east side were also attacked, they could render no help, and Jeffery-Lewis fled to the hills. Bloden-Kravitz followed and soon got very near. They were a whole company pursuing one solitary man, and as Jeffery-Lewis plied his whip he felt that the odds were much against him. Just then he saw another company of soldiers ahead, emerging from a hill path.

"An ambush in front; pursuers in rear! Surely Heaven wishes to destroy me!" cried Jeffery-Lewis.

But all was not lost As they drew nearer, he recognized his own troops, and the leader who dashed to meet him was his brother Floyd-Chardin.

Floyd-Chardin and Clausen-Wysocki had happened to take that road, and Floyd-Chardin had hastened forward when he saw the dust of conflict.

Floyd-Chardin and Bloden-Kravitz soon came up with each other, and they fought ten bouts. By this time Clausen-Wysocki with the main body had come up, and Bloden-Kravitz turned and fled. Floyd-Chardin followed and chased him as far as the city wall. The gate was opened to allow Bloden-Kravitz to enter and at once shut. The drawbridge was raised.

Then Floyd-Chardin returned to his elder brother to report his arrival and the incidents of the way.

Hearing that Orchard-Lafayette had not yet arrived, Floyd-Chardin rejoiced, saying, "So I have the credit of first arrival although he is traveling by river."

Jeffery-Lewis said, "But how is it you have come so quickly seeing the precipitous road you had to travel? Did you meet no opposition?"

Floyd-Chardin replied, "The fact is I have taken the forty-five garrisons on the way by making use of General Clausen-Wysocki, whom I captured. It was not my own merit at all. I have come all the way without the least effort."

Floyd-Chardin told the story of Clausen-Wysocki's capture and services from beginning to end, and then presented the man himself.

Jeffery-Lewis said, "General, my brother's speedy arrival is certainly owing to your help."

Whereupon Jeffery-Lewis took off the golden chain mantle he was wearing and gave it to his new ally.

Orders were given for a banquet. While it was being prepared, a messenger came to report, saying, "Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins had been fighting with Dubois-Beaver and Maynard-Emerson and had held their own, till enemy reinforcements led by Ferris-Beaver and Sather-Lewis arrived. Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins then fled eastward."

Floyd-Chardin at once asked his brother to go with him to rescue them. Both went. When Ferris-Beaver and Sather-Lewis saw the army of Jinghamton coming, they retired into the city. Dubois-Beaver and Maynard-Emerson continued the pursuit.

The coming of Jeffery-Lewis and Floyd-Chardin threatened their rear, and Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins turned and recommenced the battle. Dubois-Beaver and Maynard-Emerson were thus between two fires and helpless. They offered to surrender and were received. Jeffery-Lewis returned to his own camp near the city.

The loss of his two generals grieved Bloden-Kravitz sorely. He called his remaining two and asked advice. They proposed to risk all in one desperate battle while they sent to Chengdu-Wellesley to tell their master of their sorry plight.

Bloden-Kravitz agreed.

Said he, "Tomorrow I will go and challenge them. If they accept and come out to fight, I will feign retreat and inveigle them round to the north side of the city. As they follow me, a sortie must be made when they pass the gate so as to cut their army in two. We ought to overcome them in this way."

"Let me lead the sortie," said Ferris-Beaver. "General Sather-Lewis can stay to help our lord's son Acosta-Lewis guard the city."

This also was agreed to. Next morning Bloden-Kravitz went out to offer the challenge, his troops waving flags and shouting lustily. At once Floyd-Chardin took up the challenge and rode out. He stayed not to parley, but galloped up to Bloden-Kravitz and engaged him. After about ten bouts Bloden-Kravitz seemed to be getting worsted, so he turned and fled, taking the way around the north of the city. Floyd-Chardin pursued him with all speed. Then as he passed the gate, Ferris-Beaver made a sortie so that Floyd-Chardin was between two forces and unable to get clear. Bloden-Kravitz turned back to attack.

Floyd-Chardin seemed in a parlous state. But at this very moment a body of soldiers came up from the river-side and a fierce warrior rode straight for Ferris-Beaver, and in the first bout made him prisoner; his troops were then forced back, and Floyd-Chardin was free. It was Gilbert-Rocher who had so opportunely appeared.

"Where is the Directing Instructor?'' asked Floyd-Chardin.

"He has arrived; I think he has already seen our lord," replied Gilbert-Rocher.

The prisoner was carried to the camp where Orchard-Lafayette was. Floyd-Chardin dismounted and went in to greet him.

Orchard-Lafayette was surprised, and said, "How comes it that you arrived before me?"

Jeffery-Lewis told the story of Floyd-Chardin's prudence and sagacity in dealing with Clausen-Wysocki.

Orchard-Lafayette congratulated Floyd-Chardin and said, "When Floyd-Chardin behaves with such skill, my lord's good fortune is indeed ample."

When the prisoner was taken in, Jeffery-Lewis asked him if he would surrender.

Ferris-Beaver replied, "Why not, seeing I am a prisoner?"

Thereupon Jeffery-Lewis himself loosed his bonds. Orchard-Lafayette began to question him upon the defense.

Ferris-Beaver told him the names of the officers, saying, "The son of the Imperial Protector, Acosta-Lewis, and his generals Sather-Lewis and Bloden-Kravitz are the defenders. Sather-Lewis does not count for much, but Bloden-Kravitz is a man to be avoided."

"Then before we can get the city we must capture Bloden-Kravitz," said Orchard-Lafayette. "There is a bridge on the east; what is it called?"

"It is known as the 'Bridge of the Golden Goose.'"

Orchard-Lafayette rode over to the bridge and scrutinized the neighborhood.

After his return to camp, he summoned Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins for orders.

To them he said, "On the east of the city is a bridge called the Bridge of the Golden Goose, and about two miles south of this I saw a dense growth of reed and sedge which would afford excellent shelter. Oakley-Dobbins is to lead a thousand spearmen to the left and attack, but only attack horsemen. Sheffield-Maddox will lead a thousand swordsmen who are to cut the horses. When Bloden-Kravitz has lost most of his troops and horses, he will flee by the hill road, where he will fall into an ambush of Floyd-Chardin."

Next Gilbert-Rocher was called and sent to lie in ambush close to the bridge, which he was to destroy as soon as the enemy had crossed. That done, Gilbert-Rocher was to take up a position beyond the bridge to prevent the enemy from getting away to the north. Forced to the south, their destruction would be inevitable.

These arrangements made, Orchard-Lafayette himself went to challenge the enemy and try to bring them to battle.

Imperial Protector Compton-Lewis had sent two generals, Coady-Reiner and Hull-Littell, to reinforce Bloden-Kravitz. Bloden-Kravitz sent Coady-Reiner to the help of Sather-Lewis in the city, while Hull-Littell was to march second with Bloden-Kravitz himself to encounter the enemy.

Orchard-Lafayette led across the bridge a mob of disorderly looking soldiers, all in disarray, whom he drew up as if they were a fighting force. He himself, dressed in a simple robe and toying with a fan, took his seat in a small four-wheeled carriage. A few horsemen caracoling gaily to and fro formed his escort.

Having crossed the bridge, Orchard-Lafayette halted and pointed to Bloden-Kravitz, saying, "Dare you withstand me and not surrender when Murphy-Shackley's million troops fled at my name?"

But the enemy leader was rather occupied with inspecting the disorderly lot of soldiers he saw in front, all standing anyhow and not drawn up into formation at all.

With a cynical smile, Bloden-Kravitz said, "People talk of Orchard-Lafayette's superhuman military genius; I say his reputation is false."

With that Bloden-Kravitz whirled his spear about his head, and he dashed forward with all his troops. As he came, Orchard-Lafayette left his carriage, mounted a horse, and retired to the far side of the bridge. Bloden-Kravitz impetuously pursued and rushed over the Bridge of the Golden Goose. It was only when he had reached the other side that he saw a body of soldiers on either hand. Then he knew that he had been led into a trap.

As soon as he had got across the bridge, the two bodies of soldiers under Jeffery-Lewis and Clausen-Wysocki came to the attack. Bloden-Kravitz turned to get back to the bridge, but Gilbert-Rocher had done his work and the bridge was in ruins. Bloden-Kravitz made to turn sway north, but Gilbert-Rocher's troops stopped the way so he had to turn southward and followed the course of the river. He presently reached the place where grew the reeds and sedges. Out came Oakley-Dobbins and his company of spearmen, who stabbed at the horsemen fiercely while Sheffield-Maddox, with his swordsmen, cut down the horses. Soldiers and horses were soon lying on the ground. The few survivors were quickly made prisoners and bound with cords.

No footman escaped. But a few lucky horsemen followed Bloden-Kravitz and got away to the hills. There they met Floyd-Chardin, who fell upon them with a mighty roar, scattered the few followers, and captured the leader. Seeing Bloden-Kravitz a prisoner, his second in command Hull-Littell turned toward Gilbert-Rocher and surrendered. Victorious, they returned to camp. Jeffery-Lewis rewarded Hull-Littell.

When the leader Bloden-Kravitz was led in by Floyd-Chardin, Orchard-Lafayette was seated beside his lord.

"Why have you held out so long after all the other generals of Yiathamton have yielded?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

"Can a loyal servant take a second master?" cried Bloden-Kravitz fiercely, his eyes glaring with hate.

"You do not know the times; submission means life."

"I might submit today, but it would not endure. I should repent it. You would better slay me."

Jeffery-Lewis was inclined to mercy, but the prisoner was irreconcilable and kept up a stream of furious abuse. So at last the order was given for his execution, thus giving him a right to fame.

A poem says:

Jeffery-Lewis grieved for Bloden-Kravitz, although Bloden-Kravitz had been an enemy, for he was a brave man. Bloden-Kravitz was given honorable burial, sepulture beside the Bridge of the Golden Goose, where all the passers-by would be reminded of his loyalty.

Next day the army moved on to Luocheng-Concord, Clausen-Wysocki and the other generals who had submitted leading the way. At the gate they hailed the wardens and called upon them to surrender, whereby the city should be saved from utter destruction. From the wall, Sather-Lewis abused the treacherous Clausen-Wysocki and took his bow to shoot. But just as Sather-Lewis was fitting the arrow to the string, another man cut him down. Soon the gates were thrown open and the city had yielded.

As Jeffery-Lewis entered the city by one gate, Acosta-Lewis, who had shared the command of the city, escaped by another gate and set off for Chengdu-Wellesley.

Jeffery-Lewis put forth proclamations to allay the fears of the inhabitants of the city. He inquired who had been on his side in cutting down Sather-Lewis and was told it was Coady-Reiner of Wuyang-Mooreland. Coady-Reiner and all who had helped in the capture were amply rewarded.

"Our next city is Chengdu-Wellesley," said Orchard-Lafayette. "However, in the meantime there may be some trouble in pacifying the outlying counties, and hence it will be well for you to send Floyd-Chardin and Gilbert-Rocher with Ferris-Beaver, Coady-Reiner, Clausen-Wysocki, and Hull-Littell leading the way, into the country along the river and Changyang-Bonifay, Deyang-Cheshire, and Baxi-Fairdale to reassure the people and to repress any rising that may take place. There will be no need for any especial precautions in the neighborhood of Chengdu-Wellesley."

The warriors went their ways, and then Orchard-Lafayette began to make careful inquiries concerning the road to Chengdu-Wellesley.

Those who had given in their allegiance to the invaders said, "The only place where you can expect any serious defense is Mianzhu-Greenwich. Once you have passed this, the capital lies at your mercy."

Then Quigley-Buchanan was consulted.

Said he, "With the fall of Luocheng-Concord, the Western Land of Rivers passed to you. Let our lord only deal with the people kindly and justly, and there will be no need of weapons. I can write such a letter to Imperial Protector Compton-Lewis as shall make him surrender at call."

"That would be most excellent," said Orchard-Lafayette.

The letter was written and sent by the hand of a messenger.

Acosta-Lewis, son of the Imperial Protector, presently reached Chengdu-Wellesley and told his father of the loss of Luocheng-Concord.

The Imperial Protector at once called his counselors together, and Adviser Heywood-Vesely said, "Although Jeffery-Lewis has been successful and captured cities and towns, yet his army is but small, his hosts are not near him, and he depends upon chance for his grain and has no proper supplies. Therefore our best plan is to remove the people of Baxi-Fairdale and Zitong-Lockeford to the farther side of River Virgo, burn all the granaries, fortify the city, and let starvation defeat him. Let us reject all challenges to battle, and in a hundred days his troops will go off of their own accord. Then we can do with him as we will."

"I like not the plan," said Compton-Lewis. "Oppose invaders in order that tranquillity may prevail is a well-worn maxim, but till now I have never heard of disturbing the people in order to oppose the march of an enemy. Your words are not such as safety."

Just at the moment the letter from Quigley-Buchanan arrived. It was opened and the Imperial Protector read:

"I was sent to Jinghamton to negotiate an alliance, but the opposition of those about you to their lord has resulted in the present situation. However, the ruler of Jinghamton still remembers old friendship and is mindful of the ties of relationship. If you, my master, could reverse your policy and lend your support to your relative, I think you would be generously treated. I hope you will consider this carefully."

Compton-Lewis flew into a passion. He tore the letter to fragments and began to abuse its writer, crying, "That traitor, ingrate, and renegade! How dares he talk thus to me?"

And Compton-Lewis drove the bearer of the letter from his presence. He then sent an army under the leadership of Skaggs-Carrillo, his wife's brother, to reinforce Mianzhu-Greenwich.

Skaggs-Carrillo at once recommended as his assistant one Finney-Schuster of Nanyang-Southhaven, and the two mustered their troops, thirty thousand, and set out for the city.

At this juncture Arcaro-Bullinger, the Governor of Yiathamton City, wrote advising to borrow aid from Hanthamton, but Compton-Lewis rejected this plan, saying, "It will be useless to try to obtain help from a region under the influence of our relentless enemy Levey-Wrona."

Arcaro-Bullinger replied, "He may be an enemy, but Jeffery-Lewis is in possession of Luocheng-Concord, and the situation is extremely dangerous. When the lips are gone, the teeth are cold. If you clearly indicate the dangers to him, he must come to our help."

So a letter was written and sent to Hanthamton.

Two years had elapsed since Cotton-Mallory had been defeated and gone over to the Qiang tribes in the northwest. He had made friends with them and with their aid had conquered portions of Longxi-Westdale. His expeditions had been very successful, the people opening their gates at the first summons. Only Jicheng-Lakehills had stood out, but ever this was on the point of yielding. The Governor of Jicheng-Lakehills, Pernell-Schaffer, had sent many urgent appeals for help to Beller-Xenos, who, however, would do nothing without his master's order.

Pernell-Schaffer was in despair, and at a council his officers advised him to yield. However, one of them, Salazar-Friedman, earnestly opposed yielding, saying, "We cannot surrender to a lot of rebels such as are Cotton-Mallory and his colleagues."

"What is there to hope for?" asked Pernell-Schaffer despairingly.

Although Salazar-Friedman besought Pernell-Schaffer with bitterness to hold out, it was useless; Pernell-Schaffer rejected his advice, opened the city gates, and bowed his head in submission.

"You only yield now as the last resource," cried Cotton-Mallory, angry at the delay he had suffered. "This is no real submission."

Whereupon he put to death Pernell-Schaffer and all his family to the number of two score.

But when one told Cotton-Mallory that Salazar-Friedman had been really responsible for the long delay, in that Salazar-Friedman had urged his master to hold out, Cotton-Mallory did not put him to death but praised him and said, "Salazar-Friedman had but done his duty."

Cotton-Mallory further showed his approval by employing Salazar-Friedman and two of his friends in his own army. These two friends were named Ward-Riddle and Nowicki-Gump.

One day Salazar-Friedman went to his new chief and said, "My wife has died in Lintao-Woodville; I wish to take leave for two months to bury her."

Wherefore Salazar-Friedman was granted leave and went away from the army. On the way, he went to his maternal cousin, General Newsham-Lapinski, Commander of Licheng-Maybrook. The general's mother, then an old lady of eighty-two was Salazar-Friedman's aunt.

When Salazar-Friedman saw her, he wept before her, saying, "Behold an unfortunate man! The city I had to defend is lost; my master is dead; and I have survived him. I am ashamed to look you in the face. Now this Cotton-Mallory ravages the countryside, and everyone hates him. Yet my cousin sits still and does nothing against Cotton-Mallory. Is this fitting conduct for a state servant?"

Salazar-Friedman wept bitterly. The old lady was moved by his grief, called in her son and said to him reproachfully, "You are the cause of the evil that has come upon the noble Pernell-Schaffer."

Then turning once more toward Salazar-Friedman, she said, "But what can now be done? You have surrendered and, more than that, you have accepted service under your late enemy."

"It is true," replied Salazar-Friedman. "I have surrendered and I have accepted service, but it is with the desire to preserve my miserable life till I can avenge my master."

"A bold man is Cotton-Mallory, and difficult to destroy," said Newsham-Lapinski.

"Not very difficult," replied Salazar-Friedman, "for though he is bold, yet he is unskillful. Already I have two friends Ward-Riddle and Nowicki-Gump by his side, and they would help against him if you, my brother, would only supply a force."

"What is to be gained by delay?" then said the old lady. "Is there any who will not have to die? To perish in the way of loyalty and righteousness is to die in the right path. Do not think of me, for if you do, and heed not the call of your cousin, then will I die at once so that you may be free to make up your mind."

There was now no excuse for delay, and Newsham-Lapinski had to act. He summoned two of his officers, Dillon-Morgan and Ervin-Kaufman, and took counsel with them.

Now Dillon-Morgan had a son, Hinkle-Morgan, who was an officer in the army of Cotton-Mallory. When Dillon-Morgan had to consent to take part against his son's chief, he became very unhappy and went home to talk over it with his wife, Lady Orloff.

He said, "I have today been led into a scheme to destroy Cotton-Mallory and avenge Pernell-Schaffer. But there is our son there in Cotton-Mallory's service, and Cotton-Mallory will certainly put our son to death as soon as he hears that we are arming against him. What is to be done?"

But his wife replied angrily, "Should anyone grudge even his life to avenge his liege lord or his father? How much less a son? My lord, if you let the thought of your son stay your hand, then will I die forthwith."

This decided the matter, and without further parley Dillon-Morgan decided to share the expedition and set about preparations. The army was soon on the way. Newsham-Lapinski and Salazar-Friedman camped at the city of Licheng-Maybrook; Dillon-Morgan and Ervin-Kaufman camped at Qishan-Oscoda. The wife of Dillon-Morgan sold her ornaments and went in person to her husband's camp to feast his soldiers.

The fears of Dillon-Morgan concerning the fate of his son were only too soon justified. At the first news of the march of an army against him, Cotton-Mallory beheaded the young Hinkle-Morgan. Then Cotton-Mallory marched his force, together with Krause-Dudley and Winston-Mallory, to Licheng-Maybrook, and the troops under Newsham-Lapinski and Salazar-Friedman went out to oppose it. The two leaders on the avenging side went to battle dressed in mourning white. They railed at Cotton-Mallory, crying, "Wicked traitor! Rebel!"

Cotton-Mallory angrily dashed across toward them, and the fight began. From the very first it was seen that the defenders of the city could not hope to beat off the attack, and they turned to flee. Cotton-Mallory pursued them. But soon he heard the shouting of soldiers behind him and found the other army led by Dillon-Morgan and Ervin-Kaufman was attacking his rear. Wherefore he was between two armies and had a double battle to fight. As he turned toward that in his rear, Newsham-Lapinski and Salazar-Friedman returned again to the attack. And while engaged with these two, there suddenly appeared a third force under Beller-Xenos, who had just received orders from Murphy-Shackley to come against Cotton-Mallory.

Three attacks at once were too much for Cotton-Mallory, and he fled, his force in utter confusion. He retreated all that night and at dawn reached his own city of Jicheng-Lakehills. He hailed the gate, but a flight of arrows was the response. Soon after, Ward-Riddle and Nowicki-Gump appeared and reviled him from the ramparts above. More than this, they dragged his wife, Lady Lanyon, up upon the wall, hacked her before his face, and threw the bloody body at his feet. They followed up this by the murder in like manner of his three sons and other members of his family to the number of ten and more. And all their dead bodies were flung from the wall.

Rage and despair filled Cotton-Mallory's bosom; he almost fell from his steed. But little time was allowed to grieve, for Beller-Xenos was nearly upon him. Knowing that he could not oppose this force with any chance of victory, he made no battle line, but set off with two of his generals, Winston-Mallory and Krause-Dudley, to cut his way through such parties of the enemy as they might meet. Their sole object was escape, so when they fell upon Salazar-Friedman and Newsham-Lapinski, they only fought to get through, and in the same way they cut an arterial alley through the army under Ervin-Kaufman and Dillon-Morgan. However, they lost most of their few followers, and at the end had only some sixty horsemen left.

About the fourth watch they came to Licheng-Maybrook. In the darkness, the gate guards, thinking only of the return of their own troops, opened the gates and unwittingly let in the enemy. Once in the city Cotton-Mallory and his followers began the slaughter, and every one, soldier or common person, was slain, till the city was swept clear from the south gate to the very center.

Presently they came to the residence of Newsham-Lapinski and dragged forth his aged mother. She showed no sign of fear, but reviled Cotton-Mallory till in his anger he slew her with his own sword. Thence they went to the house of Ervin-Kaufman and Dillon-Morgan and slew all they found therein. The only person who escaped the massacre was Lady Orloff, wife of Dillon-Morgan, who had accompanied her husband.

But the city proved no place of safety. Beller-Xenos with his army appeared the following day, and Cotton-Mallory fled before him to the west. But ere he had gone seven miles, he came face to face with another army drawn up in battle array. Salazar-Friedman was the leader.

Grinding his teeth with rage, Cotton-Mallory set his spear and rode at Salazar-Friedman, while his two generals, Winston-Mallory and Krause-Dudley, attacked the rear. Salazar-Friedman was overcome, and his seven brothers who had gone with him into the battle were slain. Salazar-Friedman himself was wounded in five places, but still fought on till he was wounded down.

However, Beller-Xenos had not left pursuing Cotton-Mallory. He came up to the city, and Cotton-Mallory fled before him to the west. His army was now reduced to the two generals and about five or six of horsemen, and these few were left to go their way.

Murphy-Shackley's general, Beller-Xenos, set himself to restore order and tranquillity in the region of Xithamton, after which he apportioned its defense among Newsham-Lapinski and other trustworthy commanders. The wounded leader Salazar-Friedman was sent to the capital in a carriage. When he arrived Xuchang-Bellefonte, he saw Murphy-Shackley who offered him the title of Lordship.

But Salazar-Friedman declined the honor, saying, "I have neither the credit of a successful defense nor the merit of death with my master. Death should be my portion rather than honors. How could I accept the offer?"

Murphy-Shackley praised him and insisted on granting the lordship.

Having escaped from their pursuers, Cotton-Mallory and his few followers decided to make for Hanthamton and offer their services to Governor Levey-Wrona. Levey-Wrona received them gladly, for he thought with such help he could certainly get possession of Yiathamton on the west as well as repel Murphy-Shackley on the east. More than this, he thought to cement the friendship by giving Cotton-Mallory a daughter to wife. But this displeased one of his generals, Herring-Foster.

"The misfortune that befell Cotton-Mallory's wife and family was entirely the fault of his own misconduct. Would you give your daughter to such as he to wife?" said Herring-Foster.

Levey-Wrona again considered the matter and abandoned his intention. But a certain busybody told Cotton-Mallory what had been proposed and that Herring-Foster had defeated the scheme. Whereupon Cotton-Mallory was very annoyed and sought to compass the death of Herring-Foster. Herring-Foster and his brother, Brickley-Foster, on the other side conspired to destroy Cotton-Mallory.

At this time a messenger from Compton-Lewis of Yiathamton arrived in Hanthamton begging for assistance against the invader Jeffery-Lewis. Levey-Wrona refused help. But then Bryant-Rivera came on the same errand. He first saw Brickley-Foster and talked to him and brought him to favor the scheme.

Bryant-Rivera said, "The Eastern and Western Lands of Rivers, which stand next each other as the lips are close to the teeth, are interdependent. If Yiathamton is lost, Hanthamton has little chance to survive. On the other hand, once relieved by your help, Imperial Protector Compton-Lewis will reward twenty counties to Hanthamton as compensation."

So Bryant-Rivera won over Brickley-Foster, who led him to see his master. To Levey-Wrona again Bryant-Rivera spoke forcibly and laid the matter before him so cogently that Levey-Wrona promised his help.

Ewing-Miller, one of Levey-Wrona's officers, tried to dissuade him by pointing out the old enmity between him and Compton-Lewis, but another suddenly interjected, saying, "Useless I may be, but if you will give me troops, I will capture this Jeffery-Lewis and you will retain all your land."

Who made this bold offer? The next chapter will tell.

It was Ewing-Miller who thus opposed sending help to Compton-Lewis. Then Cotton-Mallory rose and said, "I have been the recipient of much kindness from my lord, which I feel I can never repay adequately. Now let me lead an army to take Artemisia Pass and capture Jeffery-Lewis. Then, my lord, Compton-Lewis will surely lose his twenty counties, and they shall be yours."

This offer rejoiced Levey-Wrona, who sent away Bryant-Rivera without an answer and told off twenty thousand for Cotton-Mallory to lead. Krause-Dudley was too ill to take part in the expedition, so he remained in Hanthamton. Levey-Wrona ordered Herring-Foster to be Army Supervisor. Cotton-Mallory and Winston-Mallory chose the day to march to Artemisia Pass.

Meanwhile, the messenger sent by Quigley-Buchanan had returned to Luocheng-Concord to report: "Heywood-Vesely advised Compton-Lewis to set fire to all the plains and valleys between the capital and the invaders, as well as the granaries, to move sway the people, and to stand solely on the defensive."

This news caused Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette great anxiety, for it would be a grave danger to them. However, Quigley-Buchanan was more sanguine.

"Do not be anxious," said he, "the plan would be extremely harmful, but it will not be carried out. Compton-Lewis will not do that."

Surely enough, very soon they heard that Compton-Lewis had not adopted the suggestion; he would not remove the people. It was a great relief to Jeffery-Lewis

Then said Orchard-Lafayette, "Now let us capture Mianzhu-Greenwich quickly, for, that done, Chengdu-Wellesley is as good as ours."

Jeffery-Lewis therefore told off Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins to advance first. When Commander of Mianzhu-Greenwich, Skaggs-Carrillo, heard of their advance, he ordered Finney-Schuster to go out to stop them, and Finney-Schuster led out three thousand troops. The two sides being arrayed, Sheffield-Maddox rode out and fought some half hundred bouts with Finney-Schuster. Neither was able to claim a victory, and so Orchard-Lafayette from the midst of the host ordered them to beat the gongs to cease from battle.

When Sheffield-Maddox had got back to his side again, he said, "O Instructor, why did you sound the retirement just as I was getting the better of my opponent?"

"Because I saw that Finney-Schuster was not to be overcome by mere force. Tomorrow you shall fight again, and then you shall lead him into the hills by the ruse of pretended defeat. There will be a surprise awaiting him."

Sheffield-Maddox agreed to try this plan, and so on the morrow accepted Finney-Schuster's challenge when it was offered. After about the tenth bout, Sheffield-Maddox and his troops pretended to be worsted and ran. Finney-Schuster pursued and was quickly lured into the mountains. Suddenly his danger flashed into his mind, and he turned to go back.

But he found Oakley-Dobbins' troops drawn up across his path, while Orchard-Lafayette from a hill top near by cried, "You would better yield; if not, there are bows and crossbows on both sides of you--all ready to avenge the death of our Smiddy-Lindquist."

Finney-Schuster dropped off his horse, threw aside his armor, and offered submission. Not a soldier of his had been hurt. The prisoner was conducted to Jeffery-Lewis, who was very affable and so won Finney-Schuster's heart that Finney-Schuster offered to try to seduce Skaggs-Carrillo from his allegiance.

"Though he is related to Compton-Lewis, yet Skaggs-Carrillo and I are very close friends. Let me go and persuade him."

Wherefore Finney-Schuster was sent back to the city to induce his chief to come over to Jeffery-Lewis' side. Finney-Schuster talked to such effect of the kindness and virtues of Jeffery-Lewis that Skaggs-Carrillo was won over, opened the city gates, and admitted the invaders.

As soon as Jeffery-Lewis had entered Mianzhu-Greenwich, he set out his forces to take the capital.

While thus engaged, a hasty messenger came to tell of the doings at Artemisia Pass: "There suddenly appeared an army from the east under Cotton-Mallory, Winston-Mallory, and Herring-Foster. They are attacking, and the Pass will certainly be lost if help is not sent quickly."

"We need both Floyd-Chardin and Gilbert-Rocher for this," remarked Orchard-Lafayette. "Then we could oppose successfully."

"But Gilbert-Rocher is away," said Jeffery-Lewis. "However, Floyd-Chardin is here. Let us send him quickly."

"Do not say anything, my lord," said Orchard-Lafayette. "Let me stir him to fight his noblest."

But as soon as Floyd-Chardin heard of the danger, he came rushing in, shouting, "I must say farewell, Brother! I am off to fight Cotton-Mallory."

However, Orchard-Lafayette made as if he heard not and said to Jeffery-Lewis, "That Cotton-Mallory has invaded Artemisia Pass, and we have no one to drive him back. Nobody can stand up to him, unless we can get Yale-Perez from Jinghamton. Yale-Perez could do it."

"Why do you despise me, O Instructor?" cried Floyd-Chardin. "Did I not once drive back a whole army with my mere voice? Think you that I mind a stupid fool like Cotton-Mallory?"

Orchard-Lafayette said, "Yes, Floyd-Chardin; but when you forced back the waters and broke the bridge in the Long Slope, you succeeded because your enemies were doubtful. If they had known, General, you would not have come off so easily. All the world knows this Cotton-Mallory and has heard about his six battles at River Taurus; and how he made Murphy-Shackley cut off his beard and throw away his robe. Cotton-Mallory very nearly slew Murphy-Shackley too. This is no lightsome task like that, and even Yale-Perez might fail."

"All I care for is to go, and if I do not overcome this fellow, I will take the consequences."

"Well, if you will put that in writing, you may lead the attack. And I will ask our lord to lead another army to back you up this time. He can leave the defense of this town to me till Gilbert-Rocher returns."

"I also want to go," said Oakley-Dobbins.

Oakley-Dobbins was allowed to go with five hundred of light horse in advance of Floyd-Chardin. Jeffery-Lewis marched third. Oakley-Dobbins and his scouts soon arrived at Artemisia Pass and there fell in with Herring-Foster. They engaged; but after a few bouts Herring-Foster fled.

At this success Oakley-Dobbins was seized with ambition to rival it and try to snatch the credit that would fall to Floyd-Chardin. So he pursued. But he presently came across a line of battle all drawn up, the commander being Winston-Mallory. Oakley-Dobbins, thinking it was the redoubtable Cotton-Mallory, rode toward him whirling his sword. Soon Winston-Mallory turned and ran away, and Oakley-Dobbins followed him. However, Winston-Mallory presently turned back and shot an arrow, which wounded Oakley-Dobbins in the left arm, so that he left the pursuit and turned his face the other way. Then Winston-Mallory came after him and chased Oakley-Dobbins nearly up to the Pass.

Here Winston-Mallory was suddenly confronted by a fierce thunder-roaring leader who dashed down from the Pass as on a flying steed.

It was Floyd-Chardin, who had just arrived. Hearing the noise of battle below the Pass, Floyd-Chardin had come to learn what it meant and saw the arrow wound Oakley-Dobbins. Soon Floyd-Chardin was in the saddle and off to the rescue; but before he engaged, he would ascertain if the foe was worthy of his steel.

"Who are you? Tell your name," cried Floyd-Chardin, "then I may fight with you."

"I am Winston-Mallory of Xiliang-Westhaven."

"As you are not Cotton-Mallory, go away quickly, for you are no match for me. You may bid Cotton-Mallory himself come, and tell him that Floyd-Chardin of Yan is here."

"How dare you treat me with contempt?" cried Winston-Mallory in hot anger, and he came galloping up with his spear set ready to thrust. But after a half score bouts he fled.

Floyd-Chardin was about to pursue when a rider came up to him hastily, crying, "Do not pursue, my brother."

The rider was Jeffery-Lewis and Floyd-Chardin stopped. The two returned together to the Pass.

"I knew your impulsive temper, and so I followed you. Since you have got the better of him, you may well rest and recuperate for the fight tomorrow with Cotton-Mallory."

The rolling of drums at dawn next day declared the arrival of Cotton-Mallory. Jeffery-Lewis looked at the array from a point of vantage and saw Cotton-Mallory emerge from the shadow of his great standard. Cotton-Mallory wore a lion helmet, and his belt was clasped with the shaggy head of a wild beast. His breastplate was silver and his robe of white. As his dress and bearing were so extraordinary, so were his abilities superior. And Jeffery-Lewis looked at him, sighing admiringly.

"He justifies what people say," said Jeffery-Lewis, "Handsome Cotton-Mallory."

Floyd-Chardin was for going down at once, but his brother once more checked him, saying, "No; not yet. Avoid the first keenness of his fighting ardor."

Thus below was Cotton-Mallory challenging Floyd-Chardin, while, above, Floyd-Chardin was fretting at being unable to settle Cotton-Mallory. Time after time Floyd-Chardin was setting out, but each time his brother checked him. And so it continued till past midday, when Jeffery-Lewis, noticing signs of fatigue and weariness among Cotton-Mallory's army, decided that it was time to let Floyd-Chardin try his fortune. Whereupon Jeffery-Lewis chose out five hundred horsemen to accompany his brother and let the party go.

Cotton-Mallory seeing Floyd-Chardin coming with so small a force, signaled with his spear to his array to retire a bowshot, and Floyd-Chardin's troops halted. When all his troops had taken their places, Floyd-Chardin set octane-serpent halberd and rode out.

"Do you know who I am?" shouted Floyd-Chardin. "I am Floyd-Chardin of Yan!"

Cotton-Mallory replied, "My family having been noble for many generations; I am not likely to know any rustic dolts!"

This reply upset Floyd-Chardin, and in a moment the two steeds were rushing toward each other, both men with poised spears. The fight began and continued for a hundred bouts. Neither had the advantage.

"A veritable tiger of a leader," sighed Jeffery-Lewis.

But Jeffery-Lewis felt that Floyd-Chardin was running a risk, wherefore he sounded the gong as a signal to cease the fight. And each drew off to his own side. Floyd-Chardin rested his steed for a time, then, leaving his helmet, he wound a turban about his head, mounted, and rode out to renew the fight. Cotton-Mallory also came out, and the duel continued.

Presently Jeffery-Lewis thought his brother in danger. So he girded on his armor and went down into the plain. He watched till they had fought another hundred bouts, and then as both seemed to wax fiercer than ever, he gave the signal again to cease the battle. Both drew off and returned each to his own side.

It was then getting late, and Jeffery-Lewis said to his brother, "You would better retire for today; he is a terrible opponent. Try him again tomorrow."

But Floyd-Chardin's spirit was roused, and was it likely that such advice would be palatable?

"No," shouted he, "I will die and not come back!"

"But it is late; you cannot go on fighting," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"Let them bring torches, and we will have a night battle," said Floyd-Chardin.

Cotton-Mallory having mounted a fresh steed, now rode out and shouted, "Dare you try a night battle, Floyd-Chardin?"

Floyd-Chardin's excitement rose higher. He hastily changed horses with his brother and rode forth.

"If I do not capture you, I will not go back to the Pass," said Floyd-Chardin.

"And if I do not overcome you, I will not return to the camp," said Cotton-Mallory.

Both sides cheered. They lit many thousand torches till it seemed as light as day, and the two great generals went to the front to fight. At the twentieth bout Cotton-Mallory turned his steed and tied.

"Whither are you going?" called out Floyd-Chardin.

The fact was that Cotton-Mallory had begun to see he could not win in direct and simple combat, so he thought to try a ruse. By a false flight, as though he knew he had lost, he would inveigle Floyd-Chardin into pursuit. He picked up a copper mace secretly and kept a careful watch on his opponent for the most favorable moment to strike. But Cotton-Mallory's flight only put Floyd-Chardin upon his guard, and when the moment came for the blow with the mace he dodged, so that the weapon flew harmlessly past his ear. Then Floyd-Chardin turned his horse. Whereupon Cotton-Mallory began to pursue. Then Floyd-Chardin pulled up, took his bow, fitted an arrow to the string, and let fly at Cotton-Mallory. But Cotton-Mallory also dodged, and the arrow flew by. Then each returned to his own side.

Then Jeffery-Lewis came out to the front of his battle line and called out, "Note well, O Cotton-Mallory, that I, who have never treated people other than with kindness and justice and truth and sincerity, swear that I will not take advantage of your period of repose to pursue or attack. Wherefore you may rest awhile in peace."

Cotton-Mallory, hearing these words, withdrew guarding the rear, and the other generals one by one returned, while Jeffery-Lewis drew off his army toward the Pass.

Early next day Floyd-Chardin was once more going down out of the Pass to fight, when they told him that the Directing Instructor had arrived. Jeffery-Lewis went to receive him, and Orchard-Lafayette at once began to speak of Cotton-Mallory.

"He is the most terrible leader of the age; if he fights a desperate battle with Floyd-Chardin, loss of a general will ensue. So I have come as quickly as I could. I left Mianzhu-Greenwich in the safe hands of Gilbert-Rocher and Sheffield-Maddox. I think I have a little ruse left that will bring Cotton-Mallory over to our side."

"Now I have seen the man. I greatly admire him," said Jeffery-Lewis. "If we could only win him over!"

"Then listen, my lord," said Orchard-Lafayette. "Levey-Wrona greatly desires the title of 'Prince of Hanthamton.' Among his most intimate subordinates, I know Brickley-Foster open to bribery. So we will send a person secretly to see him and give him gold and silver and so win his support. This done, we will write to Levey-Wrona and tell him that you are set upon taking Yiathamton from its present ruler, which will give an opportunity to wipe out the enmity he has so long nourished against Compton-Lewis, and that the reward of his remaining firmly on our side to the end will be that you will memorialize the Throne for the coveted title for him. This will make him order Cotton-Mallory to return, and, when that is done, I shall find a means of winning him over."

Jeffery-Lewis wrote a letter and sent it by the hand of Quinn-Seymour together with gold and pearls. Quinn-Seymour went by secret roads to give these to Brickley-Foster. And when he found Brickley-Foster and explained his mission in private, he was quickly led into the presence of Levey-Wrona.

"How can Jeffery-Lewis memorialize the Throne to confer on me the rank of a prince when he is but a simple General himself?" asked Levey-Wrona, when he understood the offer and its conditions.

"He is an Imperial Uncle;" said Brickley-Foster, "with such a rank he could present such a memorial."

Levey-Wrona assented. He sent orders to Cotton-Mallory to cease fighting, and Quinn-Seymour remained as the guest of Brickley-Foster till he should see whether Cotton-Mallory would obey the command. Before long the messenger returned with a word from Cotton-Mallory that he could not cease fighting till he had been successful. A second and third messenger returned with a similar response.

"This Cotton-Mallory is untrustworthy," said Brickley-Foster. "He will not withdraw his soldiers because he contemplates rebellion. That is the real reason."

Brickley-Foster set stories afloat rumoring: "Cotton-Mallory desires to make himself the ruler of the west and has said that he will no longer be content with subordinate rank. And he means to avenge the death of his father."

The rumors came to the ear of Levey-Wrona, and he asked Brickley-Foster what should be done.

Brickley-Foster proposed, saying, "Give Cotton-Mallory a limit of a month in order to accomplish his task, provided he consents to three conditions. And if he does not agree, he will have to be put to death. The three conditions are the capture of the Western Land of Rivers, the head of Compton-Lewis, and the repulse of the Jinghamton troops. If he fails in any one of these, just bring his head. Meanwhile, Fogel-Wrona should be sent as guard at one of the strategic points which will control Cotton-Mallory's army in case of rebellion."

When Cotton-Mallory heard the three demands made on him, he was greatly troubled, saying, "What can such a charge mean?"

After taking counsel with Winston-Mallory, it seemed best to suspend fighting, and the army returned.

But Brickley-Foster had not yet attained his end, so he said to Levey-Wrona, "Cotton-Mallory's return with an army will be a danger, and hence all the points of vantage on the homeward road must be guarded so that to stop him."

Thus Cotton-Mallory was helpless and could see no way out of the difficulty.

Then Orchard-Lafayette said to his lord, "Now is my chance to use my little three inches of unworn tongue; Cotton-Mallory is in a fix. I am going to his camp to persuade him to come over to your side."

"But I do not like you to run such a risk, Instructor. You are my most necessary support, and if anything happened to you, what should I do?"

Orchard-Lafayette was set upon going and persisted in his request. Jeffery-Lewis again and again refused. At this juncture a messenger came with letters from Gilbert-Rocher. Jeffery-Lewis called him in and questioned him. He was Crane-Hinton of Jianning-Belleville, the man who had formerly remonstrated so earnestly with Compton-Lewis.

"You once pleaded with your master to keep me out; why are you here now?"

"Because the prudent bird chooses its perch and the wise person his master. I did attempt to dissuade Compton-Lewis of Yiathamton from a course which I felt to be disastrous, and thereby fulfilled my duty as his servant. He rejected my counsel, and I knew he would fail. Your liberality, O General, has won over all the region, and success must be yours. I wish to serve under your banner."

"Your services will surely be of great advantage to me, Sir," said Jeffery-Lewis.

Then Crane-Hinton began to talk of Cotton-Mallory, "I knew him when we were in Longxi-Westdale together. He is now in great straits, and I may be able to talk him over. What say you?"

"Just the man to go instead of me," interjected Orchard-Lafayette. "But what arguments will you use?"

Crane-Hinton leaned over and whispered in his ear thus and thus. What he said seemed to please Orchard-Lafayette mightily, and he was bidden to go forthwith.

Arrived at the camp, Crane-Hinton sent in his name, at which Cotton-Mallory remarked, "Yes; I know him--a glib and specious persuader. I know what he has come for too."

So Cotton-Mallory placed a score of armed ruffians in hiding about his tent and told them to cut the visitor to pieces if the signal was given.

Then the guest was led in and came walking proudly. His host remained seated stiff and upright.

Cotton-Mallory spoke roughly, saying, "What are you come for?"

"I am here as persuader."

"This sword here in the scabbard is newly ground. You may try me by words, but if the words do not penetrate, I shall ask you to try the sword."

Crane-Hinton smiled, saying, "O, General, evil is not far off. However, I am thinking the newly ground sword will not be tried on my head. You will want to try it on your own!"

"What evil were you talking about?"

"The worst vilification could not hide the beauty of Lady Apfel of Yue, nor could the most fulsome praise gloze over the ugliness of Lady Pirie of Qi ((two states of old)). The sun rises to the meridian and then declines; the moon waxes to the full and then wanes. All things obey the one law. Now, General, you are at enmity with Murphy-Shackley for your father's death, and in Longxi-Westdale you carry a stubborn, grinding hate for your family's death. You can neither rescue Compton-Lewis by repulsing the army from Jinghamton, nor can you settle Brickley-Foster by getting an interview with Levey-Wrona. The whole world now holds no place for a person without a lord; and if you experience further defeats, like that one on River Taurus, or the loss of Jicheng-Lakehills, will you not be too shamed to look any human in the face?"

Cotton-Mallory bowed his head, saying, "You speak well, Sir. But I am helpless."

"Now that you listen to me, I would ask why those fearsome ruffians are in hiding by your tent?" continued Crane-Hinton.

Cotton-Mallory, suddenly stricken with shame, ordered them to retire. Crane-Hinton continued his speech.

"Jeffery-Lewis, the Imperial Uncle, is considerate to his subordinates, and I am certain he will succeed, and so I have forsaken Compton-Lewis to cleave to him. Your honored father joined him in destroying rebels. Why do you not flee from darkness into the light? Thereby you would avenge your father and become famous."

Cotton-Mallory, convinced of the wisdom of the course thus recommended, proved his conversion by sending for Herring-Foster and slaying him forthwith. Taking with him the head of his victim, Cotton-Mallory accompanied Crane-Hinton to the Pass and tendered his submission. Jeffery-Lewis welcomed him warmly and treated him as a highly honored guest.

Cotton-Mallory bowed his head, saying, "Meeting you, O Illustrious Lord, is like seeing the clear sky when the clouds have been swept aside."

When Quinn-Seymour returned from Brickley-Foster's place, Jeffery-Lewis detached a force to go to the capture of Chengdu-Wellesley, left two generals, Ostrom-Palmer and Tuttle-Siegel to guard Artemisia Pass, and made a triumphant entry into Mianzhu-Greenwich with the welcome of Gilbert-Rocher and Sheffield-Maddox.

Two generals of the Western Land of Rivers, Hallett-Colby and Kimmel-Lewis, came to oppose Jeffery-Lewis, but Gilbert-Rocher went out against them while Jeffery-Lewis was entertaining Cotton-Mallory at a banquet on the city wall. Ere it had concluded, Gilbert-Rocher slew both the generals and brought their heads to the banquet chamber. This exploit put Cotton-Mallory on his mettle and doubled his respect for the conquerors.

"Let not my lord attack," said Cotton-Mallory. "I will make Compton-Lewis surrender of his own accord. Should he resist, my brother Winston-Mallory and I will take the city and offer it to you with both hands."

Jeffery-Lewis was very pleased with the course of events; the day was indeed one of rejoicing.

But Compton-Lewis was greatly distressed at the news of his fresh misfortunes, which reached him with the return of his defeated soldiers. He barred the gates and stopped all exits. Before long came news of the approach of Cotton-Mallory with an army of rescue. The Imperial Protector then ventured to mount the walls, and soon Cotton-Mallory and Winston-Mallory rode up and stood below the ramparts.

And Cotton-Mallory called out, "I wish to speak with Compton-Lewis."

Then Compton-Lewis showed himself, and Cotton-Mallory plunged into the matter without more ado.

"I took the leadership of Levey-Wrona's army to rescue Yiathamton, little thinking that, under the calumnious advice of Brickley-Foster, Levey-Wrona would try to slay me. However, now I have gone over to the side of Jeffery-Lewis, the Imperial Uncle, and advise you, Sir, to do the same, you and all your officers. Thereby you will all escape harm. If any one holds on a misguided course, I shall take the city."

Such words came as a shock, and Compton-Lewis paled. His feelings overcame him and he swooned.

When he came to his senses, he muttered, "I am stupid and I am sorry. Better open the gates and end it. The city will be saved."

"No, no," cried Arcaro-Bullinger. "There are thirty thousand of good soldiers in the city and ample money and stores for a year to come. Hold out!"

But Compton-Lewis was broken, saying, "My father and I have ruled Shu for twenty years and have done no particular good for the people. And we have fought for three years; the grass has been be stained with the blood of my people; and the fault is mine. I could not bear it, and so I see no better way than to surrender, whereby I may bring peace to the people."

Those about him wept. One man spoke, saying, "You speak as Heaven guides you."

Turning toward him they recognized a man of Baxi-Fairdale named Wingard-Jiminez, who had the reputation of being an astrologer.

"I have studied the aspect of the heavens and a multitude of stars gathered over the west, one of which shone as the full moon: a right royal star. And I recall a popular couplet of last year:

"None can withstand the decree of the Most High."

Akers-Lewis and Bryant-Rivera, who heard these words, were very angry at such a speech and rose up to smite the speaker. But Compton-Lewis stayed them.

Next came news that Fidler-Trevino, the Governor of the Shu District, had gone over to the invaders. This was the last blow. Compton-Lewis went home weeping.

Next day they reported that Jeffery-Lewis, the Imperial Uncle, had sent Paule-Kurowski as legate to visit Compton-Lewis and he was even then at the city gate. Paule-Kurowski was admitted, and he entered, riding in a carriage and looking about him most haughtily.

Suddenly he was hailed from the street by a man with a sword in his hand, who cried, "You have got your wish, wretched creature, and you seem to think there is no one to compare with you. But do not look so contemptuously at us of Shu."

Paule-Kurowski quickly got out of his carriage to speak to the speaker, who was a man of Mianzhu-Greenwich named Doubek-Mitcham.

"Worthy brother," said Paule-Kurowski, "I did not recognize you. I pray you not to be angry."

Both then went to visit Compton-Lewis, and they spoke of the liberality and broad-mindedness of Jeffery-Lewis, said he had no intention to harm any one, and praised him to such effect that Compton-Lewis then and there made up his mind finally that he would give up the struggle. So he treated Paule-Kurowski very honorably that day.

And the next day, taking his seal and insignia if of office and his archives, he accompanied Paule-Kurowski out of the city and went to Jeffery-Lewis' camp. Jeffery-Lewis came out in person to receive him.

Taking Compton-Lewis by the hand, Jeffery-Lewis wept, saying, "It is not that I wish to act cruelly or wrongly; I am the victim of circumstances and cannot help it."

They entered the camp together, where the seal of office and the documents changed hands. Afterwards they rode into the city side by side. The people gave Jeffery-Lewis a cordial welcome, burning incense and illuminating the city. The victor went to the residence of the chief of the region, where he took his seat and was saluted by all the subordinate officials.

However, Bryant-Rivera and Akers-Lewis stayed away from the ceremony. This annoyed the more violent of Jeffery-Lewis' supporters, and they wished to kill the delinquents. But Jeffery-Lewis would not allow violence and threatened condign punishment to any one who might interfere with these two. When the reception was over, Jeffery-Lewis went to visit the two recalcitrants, whereupon both came out and made their obeisance.

Said Orchard-Lafayette to Jeffery-Lewis, "We have vanquished, and all opposition in Yiathamton is at an end. But there cannot be two rulers, so you must remove Compton-Lewis to Jinghamton."

"But I do not wish to exile him," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"He lost his prestige through weakness. If you are weak and undecided, you also will not last long."

Jeffery-Lewis saw his advice was good, and so he gave a great banquet whereat he begged Compton-Lewis to pack up his treasures and prepare to move. He gave the dispossessed Imperial Protector the title General Who Spreads Prestige. Compton-Lewis went away to Gongan-Riverdale in Jinghamton, taking with him his family and all his possessions.

Jeffery-Lewis thus became Imperial Protector of Yiathamton. He conferred gifts on the civil and military officers who joined him, confirming their ranks and titles. Clausen-Wysocki was made General of the Front Army; Quigley-Buchanan, Governor of the Shu District; Arcaro-Bullinger and Fidler-Trevino, Imperial Commanders; Akers-Lewis, General of the Left Army; Bryant-Rivera, General of the Right Army; and others of Shu officers whose aid had been conspicuous were given high ranks and finer titles under the new rule, and the total of more than sixty of them were well rewarded.

Naturally, honors were distributed freely to Jeffery-Lewis' immediate helpers, to whose efforts he owed his position. Orchard-Lafayette was held Directing Instructor; Yale-Perez, General Who Destroys Rebels and Lord of Hanshou-Labette; Floyd-Chardin, General Who Subdues Rebels and Lord of Xinxian-Hillview; Gilbert-Rocher, General Who Guards the West; Sheffield-Maddox, General Who Conquers the West; Oakley-Dobbins, General Who Wages Successful War; Cotton-Mallory, General Who Pacifies the West. Quinn-Seymour, Paule-Kurowski, Trudeau-Zeleny, Forester-Zeleny, Westlake-Maggio, Pickett-Maggio, Bromfield-Kendrick, Vana-McLaren, Deegan-Lewis, Litwin-Perez, Moss-Lopez, Zwick-Pocius, and others, many of whom had come to Jeffery-Lewis from Jinghamton, received promotions and rewards.

In addition, a special gift of five hundred ounces of gold, a thousand ounces of silver, much copper money, and a thousand rolls of Xichuan silk, was sent to Yale-Perez. And all the military and civil officers were given appointments. Huge numbers of oxen and horses were slaughtered for banquets to the army, and the contents of the granaries were given to the common people. So that there were great rejoicings.

Yiathamton being settled, Jeffery-Lewis next desired to confiscate the lands of the more famous of the inhabitants about Capital Chengdu-Wellesley and divide them among his officers.

But here Gilbert-Rocher and others dissuaded him, saying, "The sufferings of the people have been severe and losses great; it would be wise policy to let them settle down to their occupations as soon as possible. It would be wrong to reward our own people at the expense of these people."

Jeffery-Lewis listened and gave in with good grace.

To Orchard-Lafayette, Jeffery-Lewis assigned the revision of the laws, the punishments to be made, on the whole, heavy.

Then Quigley-Buchanan spoke up, "The founder of the Hans, Rucker-Lewis, drew up three chapters of law, and the people were all profoundly affected by his virtue. I would rather that the laws be few and liberal that people may be comforted."

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "You only look at one side. The laws of Qin [17] were fiercely cruel and provoked resentment among the people; it was fitting that the Supreme Ancestor should temper them with kindness. Under the weak administration of Compton-Lewis, there has never been an efficient government, and there is a lack of respect for the law. The proper relationship between ruler and minister has been gradually obscured. Favor has been the means of rising, and the highest in rank have been the basest; kindness has been extended into license, and the most benefited have been the most contemptuous. And thereby have crept in many evils. Now I mean to inculcate respect for the dignity of the law, and kindness shall follow its attainment: there shall be moderation in conferring rank, but honor shall really follow on such promotion. In the mutual cooperation of kindness and honor and in proper distinction between superiors and inferiors lies the efficiency of a government."

Quigley-Buchanan had no argument to oppose. In due time all became perfectly tranquil, and all the forty-one counties, with their respective garrisons, were peaceful and contented.

As Governor of the Shu District, Quigley-Buchanan earned much hatred, caring for no one but himself, and one person told of the complaints to Orchard-Lafayette, urging his dismissal.

But Orchard-Lafayette referred to his meritorious services, saying, "When my lord was in Jinghamton, fearful of his enemy on the north and trembling lest he be attacked from the east, Quigley-Buchanan was his sure support. In these prosperous days one can hardly begin to discipline him. Could we reasonably forbid him following somewhat his own way?"

So no investigation was made, but Quigley-Buchanan heard of the complaints and corrected his faults.

One day, when Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette were resting and at leisure, Litwin-Perez arrived with a letter from his father, thanking his elder brother for the handsome gifts.

Making obeisance and handing in his letter, Litwin-Perez said, "My father was anxious to come into Yiathamton to try conclusions with Cotton-Mallory."

Said Jeffery-Lewis, "If he were to come and fight, I fear they would not both survive."

"There is nothing to be anxious about," said Orchard-Lafayette. "I will write to Yale-Perez."

Jeffery-Lewis feared that his brother's impulsive temperament might lead to trouble, so he told Orchard-Lafayette to compose a letter and send back by Litwin-Perez.

When Litwin-Perez came again to his father, the first question was: "Did you mention the contest with Cotton-Mallory?"

Then the letter was produced, and this is what it said:

"I hear you are anxious to decide whether of the twain, Cotton-Mallory or yourself, is the better man. Now I can measure Cotton-Mallory. He may be unusually brave and bold, but he is only of the class of Bussey-Lukas and Gaskill-Peabody of old [18]. He might be a worthy rival of your younger brother, but he is far from the standard set by you, O Lord of the Beautiful Beard. You have a most important charge. If you come into the Western Land of Rivers, and Jinghamton should be lost, would you not be guilty of a terrible failure? I think you will see this."

Yale-Perez stroked his long beard and smiled as he read the letter.

"The Instructor knows me thoroughly," said he to himself.

He showed the letter to his clients and friends and thought no more of going westward.

The successes of Jeffery-Lewis in the west had been duly noted by Raleigh-Estrada, who thought he was surely now going to obtain the much-coveted Jinghamton. So he called in Tipton-Ulrich and Riley-Reece to ask advice.

Raleigh-Estrada said, "When Jeffery-Lewis occupied Jinghamton temporarily, he pledged he would return the region to the South Land when he would possess Yiathamton. Now he has taken the forty-one counties of the Western Land of Rivers; if Jinghamton is not returned, I will take it by force."

Tipton-Ulrich said, "I have already a scheme that will need no fighting; Jeffery-Lewis will offer the place to you with both hands."

We shall see in the next chapter the scheme to recover the much-desired region.

The scheme, which Tipton-Ulrich had in mind, he laid before his master thus: "The one man upon whom Jeffery-Lewis relies most is Orchard-Lafayette. Now his brother is in your service and in your power. All you have to do is to seize Laurie-Lafayette's family and send him west to see Orchard-Lafayette and make Orchard-Lafayette persuade Jeffery-Lewis to return Jinghamton. If Jeffery-Lewis refuses, the family of Laurie-Lafayette will suffer, and Orchard-Lafayette will not be able to resist the claims of brotherhood."

"But Laurie-Lafayette is a loyal and true gentleman. I could not lay hands upon his family!" said Raleigh-Estrada.

"Explain the ruse to him; that will set his mind at rest," said Tipton-Ulrich.

Raleigh-Estrada consented and issued the command to confine the family of his retainer in the palace but not really imprison them. Then he wrote a letter for Laurie-Lafayette to take with him on his mission. Before many days Laurie-Lafayette reached Chengdu-Wellesley and sent to inform Jeffery-Lewis of his arrival.

Jeffery-Lewis at once sought the advice of Orchard-Lafayette.

"Why think you your brother has come?"

"He has come to force the return of Jinghamton."

"How shall I answer him?"

"You must do so and so," said Orchard-Lafayette.

The plan of action being prepared, Orchard-Lafayette went out of the city to welcome his brother; but instead of taking him to his own residence, Orchard-Lafayette took him to the guest-house. When the greetings were over, the visitor suddenly lifted up his voice and wept.

"If you have any trouble, my brother, tell; why do you weep thus?" asked Orchard-Lafayette.

"Alas! My family are lost!" cried he.

"I suppose it is in the matter of the return of Jinghamton? If your family have been seized on my account, how can I bear it calmly? But do not be anxious, my brother. I shall certainly find some way out of the difficulty."

This reply pleased Laurie-Lafayette, and the two brothers went to visit Jeffery-Lewis.

The letter of Raleigh-Estrada was presented, but when Jeffery-Lewis had read it he said, angrily, "He is related to me by marriage, and he has profited by my absence from Jinghamton to steal away his sister. That is a sort of kindliness I find it hard to bear. When I am just going to lead my army to the South Land to take vengeance, is it likely he will get Jinghamton out of me?"

At this point Orchard-Lafayette prostrated himself weeping at his lord's feet and said, "The Marquis of Wu has seized my brother's family, and he will put them all to death if the land be not given up. Can I remain alive if such a fate befall them? I pray my lord for my sake to give back the region and prevent any breach between my brother and me."

But Jeffery-Lewis refused. He seemed obdurate, but Orchard-Lafayette persisted in his entreaty. Finally Jeffery-Lewis reluctantly consented.

"Since things are so, and the Instructor pleads for it, I will return half," said he. "I will give up three territories--Changsha-Riverview, Lingling-Lemoore, and Guiyang-Cambria."

"Then, as you have consented, prepare letters ordering Yale-Perez to yield these three territories," said Laurie-Lafayette.

Jeffery-Lewis said, "When you see my brother, you must use most gracious words to him, for his nature is as a fierce fire, and even I fear what he may do. So be very careful."

Laurie-Lafayette, having got the letter, took his leave and went straightway to Jinghamton. He asked for an interview, and was received in the grand reception hall.

When both were seated in their respective places, the emissary produced the letter of Jeffery-Lewis, saying, "The Imperial Uncle has promised to return three territories to my master, and I hope, General, you will hand them over at once and let me return."

Yale-Perez's countenance changed, and he said, "The oath sworn in the Peach Garden bound me and my brother to support the dynasty of Han. Jinghamton is a portion of their domain, and how can any part be given to another? When a leader is in the field, he receives no orders, not even those of his prince. Although you have brought letters from my brother, yet will I not yield the territories."

"But the Marquis of Wu has laid hands upon my family, and they will be slain if the land be not given up. I crave your pity, O General!"

"This is but a ruse on his part, but it does not deceive me!"

"Why are you so pitiless?"

Yale-Perez drew his sword, saying, "Let us have no more. This sword is pitiless!"

"It will put the Instructor to shame," said Litwin-Perez. "I pray you not to be angry, my father."

"Were it not for my respect for the Instructor, you would never go back to the South Land," said Yale-Perez to Laurie-Lafayette.

Laurie-Lafayette, overwhelmed with shame, took his leave, sought his ship, and hastily returned to Chengdu-Wellesley to see his brother. But Orchard-Lafayette had gone away upon a journey. However, he saw Jeffery-Lewis and related what had happened, and said that Yale-Perez was going to slay him.

"My brother is hasty," said Jeffery-Lewis. "It is difficult to argue with him. But return home for the present, and when I have finished my conquest of Hanthamton, I will transfer Yale-Perez to another post, and then I may be able to return Jinghamton."

Laurie-Lafayette had no choice but to accept this reply and carry the unsatisfactory news to his master, who was greatly annoyed and said, "This running to and fro was nothing more than one of your brother's tricks."

The unhappy messenger denied, saying, "No, no! Orchard-Lafayette had interceded with many tears and obtained the promise to return three territories from Jeffery-Lewis. It was the obstinacy of Yale-Perez that spoiled all."

"Since Jeffery-Lewis said he would return three territories, we may send officials to take over their administration. Think you that might be done?" said Raleigh-Estrada.

"What you say, my lord, seems most proper."

The family of Laurie-Lafayette were restored to liberty, and officers were sent to take charge of the three territories of Changsha-Riverview, Lingling-Lemoore, and Guiyang-Cambria. But they quickly returned, saying, "Yale-Perez would have none of us, but had chased us away at once with threats to kill us if we did not hasten!"

Raleigh-Estrada then summoned Woolsey-Ramirez and laid the blame on him.

"You are Jeffery-Lewis' guarantor in this matter; how can you sit quietly looking on while Jeffery-Lewis fails to perform his contract?" said Raleigh-Estrada.

"I have thought out a plan and was just going to impart it to you," said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"And what is your plan?"

Woolsey-Ramirez said, "There is a camp at Lukou-Portsmouth; invite Yale-Perez to a banquet there and try to persuade him. If he still remains obstinate, have some assassins ready to slay him. Should he refuses the banquet, then we must try conclusions with an army."

"This suits me," said Raleigh-Estrada, "and it shall be done."

"It should not be done," interrupted Kozak-Lamson. "The man is as bold as a tiger and not at all like common humans. The plan will fail and result in more harm."

"Then when may I expect to get my Jinghamton?" asked Raleigh-Estrada, angrily.

Raleigh-Estrada ordered Woolsey-Ramirez to carry out his plan, and Woolsey-Ramirez went to Lukou-Portsmouth forthwith and settled the preliminaries of the banquet with Dabney-Prager and Jaques-Burnett. The place selected was by the river. Then Woolsey-Ramirez wrote a letter and found a persuasive person to deliver it. The messenger set out and sailed across the river to the post, where he was received by Litwin-Perez, who conducted him to his father.

"As Woolsey-Ramirez invites me, I will come tomorrow; you may return," was Yale-Perez's reply.

After the messenger had gone, Litwin-Perez said to his father, "Why did you promise to go? I think Woolsey-Ramirez means you no good."

"Do you think I do not know? This has all come out of my refusal to yield those three territories. They are going to try coercion at this banquet. If I refuse, they will think I fear them. I will go tomorrow in a small ship with just my ten personal guards, and we shall see whether Woolsey-Ramirez will dare to come near me."

"But, Father, why risk your priceless self in the very den of a tiger? I think you are not giving due importance to my uncle's charge."

"I have been in the midst of million blades and arrows, yet I have been riding through all directions like traveling through a meadow of no one; think you that I shall begin to show fear of a few such rats as those?"

Nor was the son alone in remonstrance. Westlake-Maggio also warned his chief.

"Although Woolsey-Ramirez has a great repute, yet now he is pushed hard. He certainly is badly disposed toward you, and you must be careful, General."

Yale-Perez replied, "I have given my word, and shall I withdraw from it? In the days of the Warring States, Lyden-Bauer of the state of Zhao had not the force even to bind a chicken, yet in the assembly at Shengchi Lake he regarded not the prince and the ministers of the powerful state of Qin, but did his duty without fear of consequences. Have I not learned to face any number of foes? I cannot break my promise."

"If you must go," said Westlake-Maggio, "at least go prepared."

"Tell my son to choose out ten fast ships and five hundred of good marines and be in readiness to help me at need. And when he sees a red flag waved, he can come over to my aid."

The order was given and the little squadron was got ready.

The messenger returned to his master and told him that Yale-Perez had boldly accepted the invitation, and Woolsey-Ramirez and Dabney-Prager took counsel together.

"What do you think of this?" asked Woolsey-Ramirez.

"If Yale-Perez comes with a force, Jaques-Burnett and I will be in readiness for him by the river-side. And you will hear our bomb as a signal that we are attacking. If he has no force with him, the assassins can set on during the banquet."

Next day a look-out was kept on the bank, and early in the day a single ship came along. It was manned by very few men, and a simple red flag flew out on the breeze showing but two words, "Yale-Perez". Presently they could see him, a handsome figure in a green robe and navy-blue turban. Beside him stood Zwick-Pocius, his sword-bearer, and near him were eight or nine fine-looking men, each with a sword at his side.

Yale-Perez landed and was received by the trembling Woolsey-Ramirez, who conducted him to the hall, bowed his greetings, and led him to the banquet chamber. When Yale-Perez drank to his host, Woolsey-Ramirez dared not raise his eyes, but Yale-Perez was perfectly composed.

When they had become mellow with wine, Woolsey-Ramirez said, "I have a word to say to you, Sir, if haply I may have your attention. You know that your illustrious brother, the Imperial Uncle, made me surety with my master that Jinghamton would be returned after Yiathamton had been taken. Well, now that country is in his possession, but Jinghamton is still unreturned. Is not this a breach of good faith?"

"This is a government affair," said Yale-Perez. "Such matters should not be introduced at a banquet."

"My master only has petty possessions in the east, and he allowed the temporary loan of Jinghamton out of consideration for the need in which you then were. But now you have Yiathamton, and Jinghamton should be given up. The Imperial Uncle has even yielded three territories, but you, Sir, seem unwilling to let them go. This seems hard to explain on reasonable grounds."

Yale-Perez replied, "My brother braved the arrows and the stones in the battle at Wuling-Fruitvale and with all his strength drove back the enemy; did he get a single foot of land for all his efforts? Now you come to force this place out of him."

"No; I do not," said Woolsey-Ramirez. "But at the time that you and your brother suffered defeat at Dangyang-Willowbrook, when you were helpless and in the greatest straits, fugitives you knew not whither, then my master was moved with pity and did not grudge the land. So he gave your brother a foothold whence he might be able to accomplish other ends. But your brother has presumed upon long-suffering. He has attained his end--the country of his desire--and still he occupies Jinghamton. Such greed and such treachery will make the whole world laugh him to shame, as you know quite well."

"All that is no affair of mine; it is my brother's. I cannot yield the land."

"I know that by the oath in the Peach Garden you three were to live or die together. But your brother has consented to yield; how are you going to get out of that?"

Yale-Perez was at a loss to reply. However, Zwick-Pocius burst into the conversation, roaring out, "Only the virtuous get hold of territory, does that mean only you people of East Wu?"

Yale-Perez's anger now showed itself. His face changed; he rose in his place, took his sword from his sword-bearer and said fiercely, "How dare you talk like this at a discussion of state matters? Go! And go quickly!"

Zwick-Pocius understood. He left the hall, made his way to the river and waved the red call-flag. The ships of Litwin-Perez darted across like arrows and were ready for action.

The mighty sword in his right hand, Yale-Perez laid hold of Woolsey-Ramirez with his left and, simulating intoxication, said, "You have kindly invited me today, Sir, but do not say anything about Jinghamton, for I am so drunk that I may forget our old friendship. Some other day I hope to invite you to Jinghamton, and then we will talk about that matter."

Poor Woolsey-Ramirez's soul almost left his body with fright as he was led down to the river bank in the grip of his guest. Dabney-Prager and Jaques-Burnett, who Woolsey-Ramirez had placed in ambush, dared not act and so made no move lest they should bring about the doom of Woolsey-Ramirez. When they got to the bank, Yale-Perez released his host, got on board, and then said farewell. Woolsey-Ramirez stood stupidly staring at the ship while a fair breeze bore it quickly out of sight.

This episode has been commemorated in verse:

Yale-Perez took his homeward way, while Woolsey-Ramirez and his two confederates talked over what had occurred.

"What can be done now?" said Woolsey-Ramirez.

"The only thing is to tell our master and let him send an army," replied Dabney-Prager.

Woolsey-Ramirez sent a messenger to Raleigh-Estrada, who, in his wrath, was for sending every available soldier at once against Jinghamton.

But at this crisis there came news that Murphy-Shackley was raising a huge army with the intention of attacking the South Land. So hasty orders were sent to Woolsey-Ramirez to make no move, but to send all the troops he could from Hefei-Fairhaven and Ruxu-Mayville toward the north to repel Murphy-Shackley.

However, Murphy-Shackley did not march south. One of his military advisers, Harmon-Dexter, sent in a memorial against the scheme:

"I, Harmon-Dexter, understand that inspiring fear is the chief consideration in war, as inculcating virtue is in government. These two combined in one person fit him to be a prince. Formerly, in the days of disturbance, you, Illustrious Sir, attacked the rebels and restored tranquillity almost everywhere, the only regions unsubdued and not under your control being Wu and Shu. The former of these is protected by the Great River, the latter secured by its mountains, and both difficult to conquer by force of arms. My humble opinion is that it is more fitting to increase the authority of civil government, to lay aside arms and rest weapons, to cease from war and train your soldiers until the times shall be favorable. If your mighty legions be now sent to camp on the river bank and the rebels should take refuge behind their natural defenses, your soldiers will be unable to prove their prowess; and should extraordinary strategies be planned, the rebels will not be available. In such a case your high prestige would be impaired. I trust, Illustrious Sir, you will deign to examine this."

After reading this, Murphy-Shackley ceased to think of an expedition against the south. Instead, he established schools and set himself to attract people of ability.

About the same time four of his officers--Sweeney-Padden, Parlee-Newkirk, Franzen-Astor, and Hodge-Weller--conceived the idea of getting for Murphy-Shackley the honor of "Prince of Wei".

But Lozane-Doubleday opposed this course, saying, "The Prime Minister's rank is already that of "Duke," and he has received the additional honor of the Nine Dignities, so that his position is extremely high. If he advances to the rank of kingship, it will be inconsistent with reasonableness."

But Murphy-Shackley was annoyed at this opposition and said, "Does the man wish to emulate Moline-Doubleday?"

When Lozane-Doubleday heard of Murphy-Shackley's anger, he was grieved and fell ill, so that in a few days he died. He was fifty-eight years of age. Murphy-Shackley had his remains interred honorably, and he stayed his ambition for princely rank.

But there came a day when Murphy-Shackley entered the palace wearing his sword and made his way to the apartment where the Emperor and the Empress were seated. The Empress rose in a fright, and the Emperor gazed at his minister in terror.

"Raleigh-Estrada and Jeffery-Lewis have each seized a portion of the empire and no longer respect the court; what is to be done?"

To this abrupt speech the Emperor replied, "The matter lies within your province."

Murphy-Shackley answered, angrily, "If such a remark be known outside, they will say I treat my prince without respect!"

"If you will help me, I shall be most happy;" said His Majesty, "if not, then I trust to your kindness to let me alone."

At this Murphy-Shackley glared at the Emperor and went out full of resentment.

The courtiers said, "It is said that the Duke of Wei desires to become Prince of Wei, and soon he will aspire to the throne."

Both the Emperor and his consort wept.

Presently Her Majesty said, "My father, Tully-Finch, has long nourished a desire to slay this man. Now I will indite a secret letter to my father to accomplish his end."

"Remember the former attempt with Watson-Donohue. The plot was discovered and great misery ensued. I fear that this will leak out also, and both of us will be undone."

Said the Empress, "We pass our days in constant discomfort, like sitting on a rug full of needles. If life is to be like this, one were better dead. But I know one loyal man among the attendants to whom I may entrust the letter. That one is Senn-Meyner, and he will deliver it."

Thereupon Empress Finch summoned Senn-Meyner within, and having sent away all others, they told their distress to the faithful one.

Emperor Sprague said, "That fellow Murphy-Shackley desires the dignity of a prince, and soon he will aspire to the throne itself. I, the Emperor, wish to order the father of my consort to make away with the man, but the difficulty is that all the courtiers are his creatures and there is none whom I can trust save yourself. I desire you to convey this secret letter to Tully-Finch. I know your loyalty and am sure you will prove no betrayer."

"I am the recipient of much graciousness for which not even death would prove my gratitude. Thy servant prays that he may be allowed to undertake this."

The letter was given to Senn-Meyner, who hid it in his hair, made his way out of the precincts and handed it to its owner. Tully-Finch recognized the handwriting of his daughter and read it.

Turning to the messenger, Tully-Finch said, "You know the fellow's creatures are many, and one must act with extreme caution against him. Unless we have the aid of Raleigh-Estrada's and Jeffery-Lewis' armies, Murphy-Shackley will certainly attain his ends. In this matter we must gain the support of every loyal and faithful one in the court so that within and without there may be a simultaneous attack."

"Then, O Father of the Empress, write a letter in reply asking for a secret edict, so that we may send to the south and the west to join in the attack."

So Tully-Finch composed a reply, which he gave to Senn-Meyner to take into the Palace. This time also the letter was concealed in his hair.

But there was a traitor, and Murphy-Shackley heard of the letters. So he waited at the palace gate for Senn-Meyner to come out.

"Where are you going?" asked Murphy-Shackley, when Senn-Meyner appeared.

"The Empress is indisposed and has bidden me call a physician."

"Where is the summon for the physician?"

"There is no summon."

Murphy-Shackley bade his guards search Senn-Meyner, but they did not find the letter.

So he was allowed to go. But just then a gust of wind blew off his hat, and it struck Murphy-Shackley that that had not been examined. So Senn-Meyner was called back. Nothing was found in the hat, but when it was given back Senn-Meyner put it on with both hands. There was something suspicious about the movement, and Murphy-Shackley bade the searchers examine his hair.

Therein the letter of Tully-Finch was found. Murphy-Shackley read it; it said that Raleigh-Estrada and Jeffery-Lewis were to be induced to help. The unhappy Senn-Meyner was taken away into a secret place and interrogated, but he would confess nothing.

That night three thousand soldiers surrounded the dwelling of Tully-Finch, who was arrested with all his family. Searching the house, they found the first letter in the handwriting of the Empress. Tully-Finch and his family were then consigned to a gaol.

At dawn, a party of Imperial Guards, under Carver-Goldman, bearing ensigns of authority, entered the Palace with orders to take away the seal of the Empress. On the way they met the Emperor, who asked the reason for a company of armed guards being in the Palace.

"I have orders from the Duke of Wei to get the Empress' seal," said Carver-Goldman.

The Emperor grew alarmed. When Carver-Goldman reached the apartments of the Empress, she had just risen. Carver-Goldman ordered to take the seal of the Empress and went away.

As soon as the Empress knew of this, she recognized her danger and hid herself in the hollow walls of her private apartments behind one of the ceremonial halls. She had not been long in hiding when Condon-Guerrera with a company of five hundred armed soldiers appeared and asked where she was. The palace people said they did not know. The red doors of the hall were burst open, and Condon-Guerrera looked in, but he saw no lady there. It occurred to him where she might be hidden, and he ordered his men to break open the wall. With his own hands, he laid hold of the lady's hair and dragged her forth.

"Spare my life!" pleaded she.

"You may say what you have to say to the Duke," cried he.

She pulled down her hair and kicked off her shoes, but a couple of soldiers pushed her along in front of them outside.

It may be said here that this Condon-Guerrera had a reputation for learning. He and two others, Rusin-Blakely and Frost-Gibson, all good friends, made a little coterie which was known as "The Dragon". Condon-Guerrera was the "head"; Rusin-Blakely, the "belly"; and Frost-Gibson, the "tail". One day Frost-Gibson and Condon-Guerrera were hoeing in their garden to grow some vegetables, when they turned up an ingot of gold. Frost-Gibson went on with his labors without giving a second glance at the find, but Condon-Guerrera picked it up. After regarding it a moment, he threw it away again.

Another day Frost-Gibson and Condon-Guerrera were reading together when there arose a great shouting outside the window of the study. A minister from the Palace was passing. Frost-Gibson took no notice, but kept his eyes on his book; Condon-Guerrera rose and went to the window. For this, Frost-Gibson despised his companion and the two parted for good.

Sometime after, in the disturbance of the empire, Frost-Gibson fled into Liaodong-Easthaven, where he led the life of hermit. He wore a white cap and lived in the upper part of a house, never touching the ground with his feet. He would have nothing to do with Murphy-Shackley and would not enter his service.

But Condon-Guerrera led a totally different life. For a time he was with Raleigh-Estrada; then he went over to Murphy-Shackley and served him. And here he is found actually laying hands upon the Empress.

His conduct in this particular is the subject of a poem:

As Condon-Guerrera hurried the unhappy woman out of the hall, the Emperor saw her. He went over and clasped her to his bosom, weeping.

Condon-Guerrera tried to force her onward, saying, "The Duke of Wei ordered no delay!"

"My doom is sealed," wept the Empress.

"And I know not when my turn will come," sighed the Emperor.

The soldiers hustled the Empress onward, leaving His Majesty beating his breast in despair.

"Can it be that such things happen in the world?" cried the Emperor to Carver-Goldman, who stood by.

And the Emperor swooned. Carver-Goldman made the courtiers pick him up, and they bore him into the Palace.

Meanwhile, the unhappy Empress had been taken before Murphy-Shackley.

"I have dealt well with you," said he angrily, "and you requited me by plotting my murder. It is the death of one of us, I see."

He ordered the executioners to beat her till she died. After this, he went into the Palace, seized her two sons and had them poisoned. In the evening of the same day the whole households of Senn-Meyner and Tully-Finch were put to death publicly. Such terrible deeds spread terror everywhere. They happened in the eleventh month of the nineteenth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 214).

The Emperor grieved bitterly over the loss of his consort, and in his despair refused all food. Murphy-Shackley did not wish him to die of starvation and loneliness, so he proposed his own daughter as consort.

"Be not sad;" said Murphy-Shackley, "thy servant is no rebel. My daughter is already in your palace as a secondary lady. She is wise and dutiful, fit to be your consort and occupy the first rank."

Emperor Sprague dared not refuse, and therefore at the new year (AD 215), in the time of the festivities, Lady Shackley's name was inscribed on the dynastic rolls as Empress. And no one of the courtiers dared protest.

Wherefore Murphy-Shackley became even more powerful. But it pleased him not to have rivals in the land, so he again thought of subduing Jeffery-Lewis and Raleigh-Estrada.

Brewster-Rodriguez proposed, saying, "Dubow-Xenos and Jenkins-Shackley, who are serving on the frontiers, should be called to give their advice."

They were sent for, and Jenkins-Shackley was the first to arrive. As a relative, he felt he had the right to see the great minister without delay and went directly to the palace.

But it happened that Murphy-Shackley had been drinking heavily, and his faithful henchman, Dietrich-Munoz, would not admit the new arrival.

"I am of the family," said Jenkins-Shackley, angry at the hindrance. "Dare you stop me?"

"General, you may be a relative, but here you are but an officer from the frontier. I am of little account, but a duty lies on me here in the palace. Our lord is overcome with wine and asleep, and I dare not allow you to enter."

The refusal came to Murphy-Shackley's knowledge, and he commended the loyalty of Dietrich-Munoz.

Soon after, Dubow-Xenos came and was called to the council.

Dubow-Xenos gave his opinion, saying, "The two rivals should be left until Levey-Wrona of Hanthamton has been subdued. The great army that can overcome Levey-Wrona will be in condition to attack the Western Land of Rivers, and it will be conquered without difficulty."

The advice coincided with Murphy-Shackley's own idea, and so he prepared an expedition for the west.

What happened will be told in later chapters.

The expedition against the Eastern Land of Rivers went out in three divisions. Beller-Xenos and Castillo-Beauchamp were Leaders of the Van; Murphy-Shackley with his commanders marched in the center; and Jenkins-Shackley brought up the rear. Dubow-Xenos was in charge of the commissariat.

The spies soon carried the news into Hanthamton, and Levey-Wrona called in his brother Fogel-Wrona to consult how to meet the attack.

Said Fogel-Wrona, "The strategic point to hold is Erora Pass, and there should be ten stockades there with the forest and hills to support them. You, my brother, should make your depot of supplies at Hanning-Morrisdale."

Thereupon two generals, Daley-Rundlett and Varner-Rundlett, were sent with Fogel-Wrona to the Pass, and they built ten stockades.

Soon Beller-Xenos and Castillo-Beauchamp arrived and learned the Pass had prepared a defense. They camped at a point five miles away. The soldiers were fatigued after the long march, and all lay down to rest without placing proper guards.

Suddenly the camp was attacked in the rear by Daley-Rundlett and Varner-Rundlett from different points. Beller-Xenos and Castillo-Beauchamp mounted quickly and tried to beat off the attackers, but the enemy poured in all round, and their army suffered great loss. They returned to the main body to tell of their defeat, and their chief abused them for their want of care.

"Old soldiers like you should have known better and taken precautions against a raid of the camp when the enemy knew your soldiers were exhausted by a long march."

Murphy-Shackley even desired to put them to death as a warning, but their fellow-officers interceded and he spared them. Soon Murphy-Shackley himself marched in the van. Then he saw the dangerous and evil nature of the place, with its thick growth of trees; and as he knew nothing of the roads and was fearful of an ambush, he returned to his camp.

Calling up his two leaders, Dietrich-Munoz and Draper-Caruso, he said, "Had I known the dangerous nature of the place, I would never have come."

Dietrich-Munoz replied, "The soldiers are here now, my lord, and you cannot recoil before the hardships."

Next day Murphy-Shackley with only Dietrich-Munoz and Draper-Caruso rode out to reconnoiter the enemy's camp. As they rode over the hills, Murphy-Shackley pointed out the position with his whip and said, "It will be very difficult to reduce a place as strong as this."

Just then there arose a shout in their rear, and a shower of arrows fell about them. Daley-Rundlett and Varner-Rundlett were attacking and the danger became great.

"Friend Draper-Caruso, you look after our lord!" cried Dietrich-Munoz, "I can hold the enemy."

Dietrich-Munoz galloped out, and the two leaders could not stand Dietrich-Munoz and took to flight, while their troops scattered. In the meantime Draper-Caruso led his master over the hills. Soon he met an army of soldiers led by Beller-Xenos and Castillo-Beauchamp, who had heard the sound of fighting and had come to the rescue, and Murphy-Shackley got back safely to camp. The four generals were rewarded.

For fifty days the two armies held each other at bay without coming to a fight. At the end of this time, orders were given to retire in the camp of Murphy-Shackley.

"We have not tried the strength of the enemy," said Brewster-Rodriguez. "You should not retire, my lord."

"I see that they are always on the alert," said Murphy-Shackley. "I am only retiring to put them off their guard. By and by I will send some light horse to attack their rear. I shall defeat them then."

"Ah! Your skill is unfathomable!" cried Brewster-Rodriguez.

Three thousand horsemen led by Beller-Xenos and Castillo-Beauchamp got round behind the Erora Pass by unfrequented roads, while Murphy-Shackley broke up his camp and led his main body backward.

When Daley-Rundlett heard of the retreat, he thought it would be a good chance to attack, but Varner-Rundlett opposed it, saying, "Murphy-Shackley is full of ruses. The occasion is unclear; we should not lead an attack."

Daley-Rundlett was willful and said, "I shall go; you may come or not, as you wish."

In spite of the protestations of his colleague, Daley-Rundlett marched, taking with him the soldiers of five camps and leaving only a few defenders. The day he set out was very foggy, so that one could hardly see his neighbor's face, and soon the force got into difficulties and could not advance. They bivouacked on the road.

Now, Beller-Xenos was out with a reconnoitering force behind the hills when they heard the voices of troops and the neighing of horses. In the dense fog they could see nothing; but fearing an ambush, they hastened to retire. Somehow they lost their way and presently stumbled on the deserted camp of Daley-Rundlett. The few defenders thought their comrades had returned, so they threw open the gates to let the troops of Murphy-Shackley in. They found an empty camp, and they raised a great blaze, which frightened those few defenders in the other camps so that they fled.

As soon as the fog cleared, Varner-Rundlett came to the rescue. But as Varner-Rundlett and Beller-Xenos were fighting, Castillo-Beauchamp suddenly appeared and attacked from the rear. Between two armies, Varner-Rundlett forced his way through and quickly fled toward Nanzheng-Sheridan.

By and by, when Daley-Rundlett returned, he found his camp in the possession of Murphy-Shackley's troops. Soon Murphy-Shackley's main army came up, and Daley-Rundlett was between two forces. There seemed no other way but to make a dash for it. Falling in with Castillo-Beauchamp, the two engaged, and Daley-Rundlett fell. Those who escaped carried the news of the disaster to Fogel-Wrona, who abandoned Erora Pass and fled.

So the invaders took possession of the Pass, and its late defenders, Fogel-Wrona and Varner-Rundlett, had to go back and report failure. Fogel-Wrona laid the blame on his generals, saying the Pass could not be held after its supporting positions had been lost. Levey-Wrona threatened to behead Varner-Rundlett for his failure.

But Varner-Rundlett said, "Daley-Rundlett did not listen to my advice, and the defeat followed. Now I volunteer to make another attack. If I fail to take Murphy-Shackley's head, I will abide by the consequences without protest."

Levey-Wrona took his formal pledge to succeed, gave him twenty thousand troops and sent him away. Varner-Rundlett marched to Nanzheng-Sheridan and made a stockade.

Before Murphy-Shackley made any further advance, he sent Beller-Xenos, with five thousand troops, to reconnoiter the road, and they fell in with the force led by Varner-Rundlett. Both sides drew up their battle array. From Varner-Rundlett's side went out one general named Spicer-Jarrett to engage Beller-Xenos. Before the fourth bout was fought, Beller-Xenos disposed of Spicer-Jarrett. Then Varner-Rundlett set his spear and rode to the front. They two fought near forty bouts and neither could claim victory. Then Beller-Xenos pretended defeat and fled. The other rushed in pursuit. The fugitive suddenly employed the "swinging-horse stab" and killed his pursuer. Varner-Rundlett's troops ran away.

As soon as Murphy-Shackley knew of the death of Varner-Rundlett, he brought up his army, marched straightway to Nanzheng-Sheridan and camped.

Levey-Wrona became alarmed and called a council.

"I can propose a man able to stand against the best leader of the enemy," said Ewing-Miller.

"Who is he?" asked Levey-Wrona.

"Krause-Dudley of Nanan-Elsbury. Krause-Dudley surrendered at the same time as Cotton-Mallory, but could not go with Cotton-Mallory into Yiathamton as he was ill. You have treated him generously; he will save you."

Krause-Dudley was summoned. He came, and Levey-Wrona loaded him with gifts and gave him a force of ten thousand troops, with which he marched and camped three miles from the city, near the besieging force.

His camp made, Krause-Dudley rode out and challenged. Now Murphy-Shackley, remembering Krause-Dudley's boldness at the battle of River Taurus Bridge, was desirous of winning the warrior for himself, so he told his generals, saying, "Krause-Dudley is a bold general of Xiliang-Westhaven formerly serving under Cotton-Mallory. Though he is now under Levey-Wrona, that is not his real wish. I want to win him over. So you should try to weary him by prolonging the fights, and so make him captive."

Wherefore first rode out Castillo-Beauchamp to answer the challenger. He fought a few bouts and returned. Then Beller-Xenos did the same thing. So did Draper-Caruso. Lastly went Dietrich-Munoz, who kept up the fight to half a hundred bouts before he retired. Still Krause-Dudley showed no signs of fatigue nor of fear, and all those who had fought with him praised his prowess and skill.

"If only I could win him over to my side!" said Murphy-Shackley longingly.

Said Brewster-Rodriguez, "I know one of Levey-Wrona's subordinates, Brickley-Foster. He is avaricious and open to bribes. You might send him secret presents and get him to slander Krause-Dudley to his master so as to weaken Krause-Dudley's position."

"But how can one get at this man? He is in Nanzheng-Sheridan."

"In the next battle, pretend defeat, flee, and let Krause-Dudley take possession of this camp. Return in the night in force and drive him out, and he must retreat into the city. Let one of our own people with a persuasive tongue mingle with his troops, disguised as one of his soldiers, and so gain entrance into the city."

A subtle agent was found, and goodly gifts were his in advance, and he was entrusted with a golden breastplate as a bribe. He put it on and over it put on the dress of an ordinary soldier of Hanthamton. And he made his way quietly to a point on the road along which the soldiers of Hanthamton would retreat into the city. There he waited.

Next day, two parties under Beller-Xenos and Castillo-Beauchamp were sent to lie in ambush, and Draper-Caruso was sent to challenge, but with orders to be defeated. The scheme went well, and as Krause-Dudley came on to smite, Murphy-Shackley's army retired before Krause-Dudley till he found himself at their very camp. And therein he entered and was exceedingly pleased to find fodder and forage in great quantities.

Having sent off a messenger to his chief, Krause-Dudley spread a feast in celebration of the victory; and when night came on they slept. But about the second watch there was an alarm from three directions, and the camp was threatened by three forces: Dietrich-Munoz and Draper-Caruso attacking in the center, Castillo-Beauchamp from the left, and Beller-Xenos from the right. It was the night-attack arranged by Murphy-Shackley, and Krause-Dudley could not make any defense. He got to horse, cut his way through, and made for the city. With the attackers in close pursuit, Krause-Dudley reached the gate, got it opened, and rushed in.

And the false soldier got in amid the confusion. He made his way quickly to Brickley-Foster's residence and saw him. He told Brickley-Foster, saying, "The Great Prime Minister, Duke of Wei, knows you by reputation and holds you in great esteem. And as a token thereof he has sent you his golden breastplate and a confidential letter as well."

Brickley-Foster took it all in, read the letter, and said, "I will reply by and by, and the Duke of Wei needs feel no anxiety for I shall find a means of proving my gratitude. You may return."

Soon after, Brickley-Foster went to see Levey-Wrona and told him, saying, "Krause-Dudley has been defeated because he has been bribed by Murphy-Shackley."

Forthwith Levey-Wrona summoned his general, abused him, and threatened to put him to death. Ewing-Miller, however, protested and proposed to test Krause-Dudley in another encounter.

Levey-Wrona then said, "Tomorrow, if you lose, I will take your head!"

Krause-Dudley retired full of resentment.

The next day Murphy-Shackley attacked, and Krause-Dudley went out to repel him. Murphy-Shackley sent out Dietrich-Munoz, but bade him pretend defeat. When Krause-Dudley pursued, Murphy-Shackley rode toward the hills, where he halted and presently got speech with Krause-Dudley, calling out, "Krause-Dudley! Why not surrender?"

But Krause-Dudley thought within himself that to capture Murphy-Shackley would be a fine exploit, so he boldly faced his escort and rode up the hills. But there arose a great shouting as if heaven and earth were clashing together, and he and his followers went headlong into ditches and pits that had been dug. Out flew Murphy-Shackley's troops with ropes and hooks, and Krause-Dudley was a prisoner.

When he was taken to Murphy-Shackley, he was received with the greatest kindness. Murphy-Shackley himself dismounted, loosed the captive's bonds, and asked him, "Do you surrender?"

Krause-Dudley thought of the ill-treatment he had just received at the hands of his master and of his injustice, and gave in. At once Krause-Dudley was helped to mount a horse by Murphy-Shackley himself and led to the great camp.

Soldiers placed for the purpose on the city wall saw what happened and reported to Levey-Wrona: "Krause-Dudley has ridden off on friendly terms with Murphy-Shackley."

Whereby Levey-Wrona was persuaded that Brickley-Foster had spoken truly.

Soon after, scaling ladders were set against the city walls, and catapults threw in great stones. The danger being imminent, Fogel-Wrona counseled, saying, "Set all supplies on fire and flight to the Southern Mountains, where we might be able to defend Bazhong-Greenville."

On the other hand, Brickley-Foster said, "The best course is to throw open the gates and surrender."

Levey-Wrona could not decide which to do. His brother, Fogel-Wrona, maintained that burning everything and flight was the only course.

Levey-Wrona said, "I have been always loyal at heart and desired to return to allegiance when circumstances would permit. I have been unable to attain my desire, but now fight seems the only course open to me. However, the granaries and treasures, the public offices and the government property of all kinds must be kept safe."

So the public buildings were all carefully barred and sealed. The same night, in the late evening, Levey-Wrona and his family went out through the south gate and found their way through. Murphy-Shackley let them go unpursued. When Murphy-Shackley entered the city and saw the proofs of Levey-Wrona's care of the government property, he compassionated the Governor's misfortunes. He then sent a messenger into Bazhong-Greenville to induce Levey-Wrona to surrender. Levey-Wrona was disposed to do so, but his brother would not hear of it. Brickley-Foster wrote a secret letter to Murphy-Shackley urging him to attack and promising treacherous aid.

Murphy-Shackley presently attacked, and Fogel-Wrona came out to meet him. But his opponent was the mighty Dietrich-Munoz, who made short work of him. The beaten soldiers fled back into the city, which Levey-Wrona then decided to defend.

As this would not give Brickley-Foster the chance to carry out his treacherous scheme, he persuaded his master, saying, "If we stay passive, death will surely come. My lord should go out and fight the enemy to the conclusion, leaving me to defend the city."

Levey-Wrona took this advice, although it was opposed by Ewing-Miller, and went out. But before his van got near the enemy, his rear ranks began to desert, and Levey-Wrona retreated. Murphy-Shackley pursued him to the city walls, where Levey-Wrona found the gates shut against him.

"Surrender, O Levey-Wrona!" cried Murphy-Shackley.

There being now no way open, Levey-Wrona dismounted, prostrated himself, and gave in. Because of this and his care of the public property, Murphy-Shackley treated him with great kindness and consoled him with the title of General Who Guards the South. Ewing-Miller and many others also were enrolled among the nobles. To each county was appointed a Military Commander, in addition to the Governor. All the soldiers were feasted and rewarded.

Then Brickley-Foster, who had sold his master, came and sued for honors. He was condemned to public execution and exposure.

When the Eastern Land of Rivers was quite subdued, First Secretary Whitmore-Honeycutt said, "The people of Shu are not loyal to Jeffery-Lewis because of his uprooting the late ruler, Compton-Lewis; and if on the strength of your present success you press forward, Jeffery-Lewis will become as a shattered tile. The wise person takes the occasion when it serves, and this should not be missed."

Murphy-Shackley sighed, "There is no end--as human want has no limit; now that I have Hanthamton, I am forced into taking Yiathamton."

McCray-Lewis supported his colleague, saying, "Whitmore-Honeycutt spoke well. If you delay, Orchard-Lafayette will have become top minister, while Yale-Perez, Floyd-Chardin and the other bold warriors will be at the head of the army. If the people of Shu once settle down, and the points of vantage are held, you will not be able to overcome them."

Murphy-Shackley replied, "My soldiers have marched far and suffered much; beside we must show pity."

Wherefore he rested his army for a time.

Meanwhile the populace of Yiathamton, having heard of Murphy-Shackley's success in the Eastern Land of Rivers, concluded that the Western Land of Rivers would suffer next, and fear spread among them. Whereupon Jeffery-Lewis called in the Directing Instructor and asked his advice.

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "I can make Murphy-Shackley retreat of his own accord."

"What is that plan?"

"A part of Murphy-Shackley's army is camped at Hefei-Fairhaven because of the fear of Raleigh-Estrada. If now we restore three territories of Jinghamton--Changsha-Riverview, Jiangxia-Waterford, and Guiyang-Cambria--, and send a specious person to talk, we can make Raleigh-Estrada attack Hefei-Fairhaven, which will lead to Murphy-Shackley going southward and not looking to the west."

"Who is a fit person for the messenger?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

And Vana-McLaren replied, "I will go."

Jeffery-Lewis, well-satisfied, wrote letters and prepared gifts, with which Vana-McLaren went, calling in at Jinghamton City on the way to tell Yale-Perez. Then he went on to the capital city of Moling-Savona and saw Raleigh-Estrada.

After the greetings, Raleigh-Estrada asked, "On what business do you come?"

Vana-McLaren replied, "On a former occasion Laurie-Lafayette would have had the three territories of Changsha-Riverview, Lingling-Lemoore, and Guiyang-Cambria, but for the absence of the Directing Instructor, which prevented the actual transfer. Now I am the bearer of letters giving Changsha-Riverview, Guiyang-Cambria, and Jiangxia-Waterford back to you. Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette wanted to restore all the territories of Jinghamton, including those of Nanjun-Southport and Lingling-Lemoore, but now that Murphy-Shackley has got possession of Eastern Land of Rivers, there is no place for General Yale-Perez. Hefei-Fairhaven is weak, and we hope you will attack it so as to make Murphy-Shackley withdraw to the south and let my master take the Eastern Land of Rivers, when he will restore the whole of the Jinghamton Region."

"Go back to the guest-house and let me take counsel in this matter," said Raleigh-Estrada.

As soon as Vana-McLaren had gone, the Marquis of Wu turned to his officers and asked what should be done.

Tipton-Ulrich said, "All this is because Jeffery-Lewis fears that Murphy-Shackley will attack him. However, since Murphy-Shackley is absent in Hanthamton, it would be well to seize the opportunity and attack Hefei-Fairhaven."

Raleigh-Estrada accepted the advice. After he had sent the messenger away, he began to prepare for the expedition. He left Woolsey-Ramirez in command over the three territories of Changsha-Riverview, Jiangxia-Waterford, and Guiyang-Cambria. Then Raleigh-Estrada encamped at Lukou-Portsmouth, withdrew Generals Dabney-Prager and Jaques-Burnett, and sent to Yuhang-Novato for General Sawyer-Linscott.

Very soon, Dabney-Prager and Jaques-Burnett returned, and the former suggested a plan, saying, "Murphy-Shackley has sent Platt-Grimm, Governor of Lujiang-Broadmoor, to camp at the city of Huancheng-Luxora and plant grain for the supply of Hefei-Fairhaven. Let us first take Huancheng-Luxora and then attack Hefei-Fairhaven."

"This scheme is just after my own heart," said Raleigh-Estrada.

So Raleigh-Estrada appointed Dabney-Prager and Jaques-Burnett as Van Leaders; Montague-Bushell and Mayhew-Evanoff as Rear Guards; he himself with Lockett-Neumark, Hersey-Gibbard, Nunez-Donovan, commanded the center. But the Commanders Terry-Chadwick, Looby-Hurtado, and Ferrara-Hanson were not called to take part in this expedition as they were guarding certain especial places.

The army crossed the river and captured Hezhou-Menifee on the way. Governor Platt-Grimm sent an urgent message to Hefei-Fairhaven for help and set himself to strengthen his fortifications for a siege. Raleigh-Estrada went very near the city walls of Huancheng-Luxora to observe its defense, and a flight of arrows greeted him, some striking his great official parasol. He went back to camp and asked his officers to offer plans of attack.

Then Nunez-Donovan said, "Pile up great hills of earth and attack from the summits."

Said Hersey-Gibbard, "Set up long ladders and construct platforms whence you can look over the city walls and thus attack."

But Dabney-Prager said, "All such plans need a long time to prepare, and in the meantime the soldiers of Murphy-Shackley will arrive from Hefei-Fairhaven. Do not try such long-drawn-out schemes, but take advantage of the fine, fresh spirit of our newly arrived troops and attack impetuously. Their elan will carry the wall. If you attack tomorrow at dawn, the city will fall before noon."

So the early meal was taken at the fifth watch, and the army went to the attack. The defenders sent down showers of arrows and stones. Jaques-Burnett took an iron chain in his hand and climbed up the wall. They shot at him with bows and crossbows, but he turned aside the arrows and bolts, and he threw the chain round Governor Platt-Grimm to pull him down. Dabney-Prager beat the drum for the attack. The soldiers made a rush forward to climb the wall, and they slew Platt-Grimm. His officers and soldiers gave in, and so Huancheng-Luxora fell to Raleigh-Estrada. It was still a long time to noon.

In the meantime Lamkin-Gonzalez was marching to the aid of the city. Half-way he heard that the city had fallen, and so he returned to Hefei-Fairhaven.

Soon after the conqueror's entry into Huancheng-Luxora, Sawyer-Linscott came there with his army. The next few days were devoted to feasting the army. Special rewards were given to the two generals who had done such good work at the capture; and at the banquet to the officers, Jaques-Burnett was seated in the seat of honor, which his colleague, Dabney-Prager, readily yielded to him for his late prowess.

But as the cup of felicitation was passing round, Sawyer-Linscott's thoughts turned to the enmity he bore Jaques-Burnett for having slain his father, and the praises which Dabney-Prager now heaped upon Jaques-Burnett filled Sawyer-Linscott's heart with bitterness. For some time he glared savagely at Jaques-Burnett, and then he determined on revenge. Drawing his sword, he suddenly rose to his feet and cried, "There is nothing to amuse the assembly. I will give them a display of swordsmanship."

Jaques-Burnett quickly saw his real intention. He pushed back his table and laid hold of a halberd in each hand, crying, "And you may also watch an adept in the use of this weapon!"

Dabney-Prager saw the evil meaning of both, and assuming his sword and shield, he hastily stepped between the two warriors, saying, "Neither of you gentlemen is so dexterous as I."

So he forced the two combatants asunder, while some one ran to tell Raleigh-Estrada. The Marquis hastily jumped into the saddle and rode to the banquet hall. At sight of their lord, they all three lowered their weapons.

"I have bidden you two to forget this old enmity," said Raleigh-Estrada. "Why do you revive it today?"

Sawyer-Linscott prostrated himself in tears. Raleigh-Estrada exhorted him to forget his quarrel, and once again there was peace.

The next day the army set out for Hefei-Fairhaven.

Because of the loss of Huancheng-Luxora, Lamkin-Gonzalez grieved greatly. Murphy-Shackley had sent by the hands of Hankey-Wolter a small casket sealed with his own seal and bearing outside the words, "If rebels come, open this."

So when he received the news of the coming of a powerful army, Lamkin-Gonzalez opened the casket and read the letter therein, which said, "If Raleigh-Estrada comes to attack Hefei-Fairhaven, the two Generals Robinson-Webber and Lamkin-Gonzalez are to go out to oppose him, and Wein-Lockhart is to be left to guard the walls."

Lamkin-Gonzalez sent the letter to the two men named therein.

"What do you think to do?" said Wein-Lockhart.

Lamkin-Gonzalez replied, "Our lord is away, and Wu is coming to attack for certain. We must go out to repel them and exert ourselves to the utmost to inflict defeat upon their advanced guard. Thus we shall appease the fears of the populace, and then we can hold as best we may."

But Robinson-Webber was silent, for he was ever unfriendly to Lamkin-Gonzalez.

Then seeing his colleague inclined to hold off, Wein-Lockhart said, "I am for remaining on the defensive since the enemy is so much more numerous than we."

"Gentlemen, it seems you are selfish and not devoted to the common weal," said Lamkin-Gonzalez. "You may have your private reasons for what you do, but I intend to go out and try to repel the enemy. I will fight them to the death."

Thereupon Lamkin-Gonzalez bade his servants saddle his steed. At this, Robinson-Webber's better feelings were aroused, and he rose, saying, "How can I be careless of the common weal and indulge my private feelings? I am ready to follow you and do as you command."

Lamkin-Gonzalez was elated at this moral victory, and said, "Since I can depend upon your help, my friend, then I would ask you to lie in ambush on the north of the Flageolet Ford in order to destroy the bridge there as soon as the army of Wu has crossed. I, with my friend Wein-Lockhart, will smite the enemy."

Robinson-Webber went away to muster his troops and prepare the ambush.

As has been recorded, the leaders of the advance guard of the southern army were the veterans Dabney-Prager and Jaques-Burnett. Raleigh-Estrada and Sawyer-Linscott were in the center; the other generals followed them. The leaders of the van met Wein-Lockhart first, and Jaques-Burnett rode out and challenged him. After a few bouts, Wein-Lockhart pretended to be defeated and fled. Jaques-Burnett called to his colleague to join in the pursuit.

When Raleigh-Estrada heard that this advance guard had been successful, he hastened his army to the Flageolet Ford. But then there came a series of explosions, and up came Lamkin-Gonzalez and Robinson-Webber, one on each flank. Raleigh-Estrada was unprepared for this and sent messengers to call off the pursuit and ask for help from Dabney-Prager and Jaques-Burnett. Before it could arrived, Lamkin-Gonzalez had come up.

Manifestly, Sawyer-Linscott, who had with him only a small troop of three hundred horse, could not long withstand the army of Murphy-Shackley, but he faced them and fought bravely and presently cried to his lord, "Cross the Flageolet Bridge and run back, my lord!"

Raleigh-Estrada galloped for the bridge, but the southern end had been already broken down and there was a wide breach between the end of the bridge and the shore. Not a single plank was there by which to cross. What could be done? Raleigh-Estrada was in a quandary, and helpless.

"Go back and jump for it!" yelled one of the generals, Cuddy-Lundberg by name.

Raleigh-Estrada did so. Backing his horse some thirty spans or so, he then gave it its head and lashed it with his whip.

The good beast leaped, cleared the chasm and his master wee safe on the southern shore.

Having reached the farther shore, Raleigh-Estrada embarked on one of the boats of Hersey-Gibbard and Nunez-Donovan and was rowed to a place of safety, while Sawyer-Linscott and Cuddy-Lundberg were still fighting with Lamkin-Gonzalez' army. Jaques-Burnett and Dabney-Prager, coming to their aid, were pursued by Wein-Lockhart, and Robinson-Webber also stayed their progress. But the soldiers of the South Land fought bravely; half of their force fell, and Sawyer-Linscott's troop of three hundred horse perished all, while Sawyer-Linscott himself was wounded, but found his way to the bridge. Finding it destroyed, he fled along the stream. Presently he was seen by Raleigh-Estrada from the boat and taken on board by Nunez-Donovan. Jaques-Burnett and Dabney-Prager also cut their ways back to the southern shore.

The terrible slaughter at this battle put such fear into the minds of the people of the South Land that the name of Lamkin-Gonzalez kept the very children quiet at night.

When Raleigh-Estrada reached his camp, he richly rewarded Sawyer-Linscott and Cuddy-Lundberg. Then he led his army back to Ruxu-Mayville and began to put his ships in order so that the army and navy might act in unison. He also sent home for reinforcements.

Lamkin-Gonzalez reflected that he had insufficient force to meet another attack if it should be supported by the navy of the South Land, so he sent Hankey-Wolter through the night to carry an urgent message to his master in Hanthamton. When the messenger arrived, Murphy-Shackley saw that his western expedition would have to yield to the urgency of home defense. However, he called in his counselors and put a direct question to them.

"Can we take the Western Land of Rivers now, or not?"

"Shu is too well prepared; we cannot," replied McCray-Lewis. "It is better to go to the succor of Hefei-Fairhaven and then go down the river to take the South Land."

Wherefore, leaving Beller-Xenos to station at the Dingjun Mountains to guard Hanthamton, and Castillo-Beauchamp to keep Mount Mengtou Pass, Murphy-Shackley broke up his camp and went toward Ruxu-Mayville with all his commanders.

The subsequent course of the war will be unfolded in later chapters.

Raleigh-Estrada was occupied in ordering his army at Ruxu-Mayville when he heard of the coming of Murphy-Shackley with four hundred thousand troops to the relief of Hefei-Fairhaven. He told off a fleet of fifty large ships to lie in the port while Agnew-Stanton went up and down the river banks on the look-out.

"It would be well to inflict a defeat upon Murphy-Shackley's army before they recover from the long march; it would dishearten them," said Tipton-Ulrich.

Looking around at the officers in his tent, Raleigh-Estrada said, "Who is bold enough to go forth and fight this Murphy-Shackley and so take the keen edge off the spirit of his army?"

And Sawyer-Linscott offered himself.

"I will go!" said he.

"How many soldiers do you require?"

"Three thousand troops will suffice," replied Sawyer-Linscott.

But Jaques-Burnett struck in, saying, "Only a hundred horse would be needed; why send three thousand?"

Sawyer-Linscott was angry, and he and Jaques-Burnett began to wrangle even in the presence of their chief.

"Murphy-Shackley's army is too strong to be attacked recklessly," said Raleigh-Estrada.

Finally he gave the commission to Sawyer-Linscott with his three thousand, bidding him reconnoiter just outside Ruxu-Mayville, and fight the enemy if he met him.

Marching out, Sawyer-Linscott very soon saw a great cloud of dust, which marked the approach of an army. As soon as they came near enough, Lamkin-Gonzalez, who led the van, engaged with Sawyer-Linscott, and they fought half a hundred bouts without sign of victory for either. Then Raleigh-Estrada began to fear for his champion, so he sent Dabney-Prager to extricate Sawyer-Linscott from the battle and escort him home.

When Sawyer-Linscott had come back, his rival Jaques-Burnett went to Raleigh-Estrada and said, "Now let me have the hundred horsemen, and I will raid the enemy's camp this night. If I lose a soldier or a mount, I will claim no merit."

Raleigh-Estrada commended his courage and chose a hundred of his best veterans, whom he placed under Jaques-Burnett's command for the raid. Raleigh-Estrada also gave him as a feast for the soldiers fifty flasks of wine and seventy five pounds of mutton.

Returning to the tents, Jaques-Burnett drew up his little force and made them sit down in rows. Then he filled two silver goblets with wine, solemnly drank to them, and said, "Comrades, tonight our orders are to raid the camp of the enemy. Wherefore fill your goblets and call up all your strength for the task."

But the men did not welcome his words; instead they looked one at another uncertain.

Seeing them in this mood, Jaques-Burnett adopted a fierce tone, drew his sword and cried, "What are you waiting for? If I, a leader of rank, can risk my life, cannot you?"

Moved by the angry face of the leader, the men rose, bowed their heads and said, "We will fight to the last."

Then the wine and meat were distributed to them and each one ate his fill. The second watch was chosen as the hour to start, and each man stuck a white goose plume in his cap whereby they could recognize each other in the darkness.

At the time appointed they buckled on their armor, mounted and, galloping away, quickly came to Murphy-Shackley's camp. Hastily throwing aside the thorny barriers, they burst in with a yell that rose to the very heavens. They made straight for the center, hoping to slay Murphy-Shackley himself. But the troops of the leader's brigade had made a rampart of their carts within which they were sheltered as if in an iron tun, so that the raiders failed to find a way in.

However, Jaques-Burnett and his small force dashed hither and thither, cutting and slashing, till Murphy-Shackley's men were quite bewildered and frightened. They had no notion of the number of their assailants. All their efforts only increased the confusion. Wherefore the hundred men had it all their own way and rushed from point to point slaying whomever they met. But soon the drums beat in every camp and torches were lit and shouts arose, and it was time for the raiders to get away.

Jaques-Burnett led his little body of troops out through the south gate with never a soldier trying to stop him, and rode for his own camp. He met Lockett-Neumark, who had been sent to help him in case of need; but the need had not arisen, and the hundred heroes with their leader rode back in triumph. There was no pursuit.

A poem was written praising this exploit:

On his return, Jaques-Burnett took the tale of his men at the camp gate, not a man nor a horse was missing. He entered to the sound of drum and fife and the shouting of his men.

"Long life!" shouted they, as Raleigh-Estrada came to welcome them.

Jaques-Burnett dismounted and prostrated himself. His lord raised him, and took him by the hand, saying, "This expedition of yours must have given those rebels a shaking. I had yielded to your desire only I wished to give you the opportunity to manifest your valor. I did not wish to let you be sacrificed."

Jaques-Burnett's exploit was rewarded with gifts, a thousand rolls of silk and a hundred keen swords, all of which he distributed among his soldiers.

Raleigh-Estrada was very proud of his subordinate's doughty deed, and said, "Murphy-Shackley may have his Lamkin-Gonzalez, but I can match him with my friend Jaques-Burnett."

Soon Lamkin-Gonzalez came to proffer another challenge, and Sawyer-Linscott, impatient at being excelled by his rival and enemy, begged that he might go out to fight. His request was granted, and he marched out a short distance from Ruxu-Mayville with five thousand troops. Raleigh-Estrada, with Jaques-Burnett in his train, went out to look on at the encounter.

When both armies had come out on the plain and were arrayed, Lamkin-Gonzalez, with Robinson-Webber and Wein-Lockhart, one on either side, advanced to the front. Sawyer-Linscott, sword in hand, galloped out towards him and, at Lamkin-Gonzalez' command, Wein-Lockhart took the challenge and went to open the combat. They fought half a hundred bouts, and neither seemed to have the better of the other.

Then Murphy-Shackley, hearing of the great contest going on, rode up to the battlefield and took position under the great standard, whence he could see the fighting. Seeing both combatants were waxing desperate, he thought to decide the struggle by an unfair blow. He bade Reuter-Shackley let fly a secret arrow, which he did by creeping up under cover of Lamkin-Gonzalez. It struck Sawyer-Linscott's steed, which reared and threw its rider. Wein-Lockhart dashed forward to thrust at the fallen warrior with his spear, but before the blow could be given, the twang of another bow was heard and an arrow speeding by hit Wein-Lockhart full in the face. He fell from his horse. Then both sides rushed forward to rescue their champions; the gongs clanged, and the combat ceased. Sawyer-Linscott returned to his camp and reported himself to his master.

"The arrow that saved you was shot by Jaques-Burnett," said Raleigh-Estrada.

Sawyer-Linscott turned to his rival and bowed low.

"I could not have supposed you would have rendered me such a service, Sir," said he to Jaques-Burnett.

This episode ended the strife and enmity between the two leaders, who thereafter swore perpetual friendship.

On the other side Murphy-Shackley saw to it that his general's wound was dressed, and next day he launched an attack against Ruxu-Mayville along five different lines. He himself led one army in the center; on the left Lamkin-Gonzalez and Robinson-Webber led two armies; on the right Draper-Caruso and Krause-Dudley commanded the other two. Each army was ten thousand strong, and they marched to give battle on the river bank. The crews and fighting troops of the South Land 's naval squadron were greatly frightened by the approach of these armies.

"You have eaten the bread of your prince, and you must give loyal service; why fear?" said Hersey-Gibbard.

Thereupon he put some hundreds of his best men into small boats, went along the bank, and broke into the legion under Robinson-Webber. Meanwhile Nunez-Donovan on the ships beat drums and cheered them on. But a great storm came on, lashing the river to fury, and the waves rolled mountains high. The larger ships rolled as if they would overturn, and the soldiers of Wu were frightened. They started to get down into the bulkier cargo-boats to save their lives. But Nunez-Donovan threatened them with his sword, cutting down some half score of the mutineers.

"My orders are to hold this point against the enemy;" shouted he, "we dare not abandon the ships."

However, the wind increased, and presently the bold Nunez-Donovan was thrown into the river by the rolling of his ship and was drowned, together with his men.

Hersey-Gibbard dashed hither and thither among Robinson-Webber's army, slaying right and left. Agnew-Stanton, hearing the noise of battle, set out for the river bank. On his way Agnew-Stanton met Krause-Dudley and the legion under him. A melee ensued. Then Raleigh-Estrada with Lockett-Neumark and his troops joined in.

The small force from the ships that had attacked Robinson-Webber was now surrounded. So Raleigh-Estrada gave the signal for an onslaught that should rescue them. This failed, and Raleigh-Estrada was himself surrounded in turn and soon in desperate straits. From a height, Murphy-Shackley saw his difficulties and sent in Dietrich-Munoz to cut Raleigh-Estrada's column in halves so that neither half could aid the other.

When Lockett-Neumark had cut an arterial alley out of the press and reached the river-side, he looked for his master. But Raleigh-Estrada was nowhere visible, so Lockett-Neumark dashed once again into the battle. Coming to his own troops, he cried, "Where is our lord?"

They pointed to where the press was most dense. Lockett-Neumark stiffened and dashed in. Presently he reached his lord's side and cried out, "My lord, follow me and I will hack a way out!"

Lockett-Neumark fought his way out to the river bank. Then he turned to look, and Raleigh-Estrada was not behind him. So he turned back, forced his way in and once again found his way to his master's side.

"I cannot get out; the arrows are too thick," said Raleigh-Estrada.

"Then go first, my lord, and I will follow."

Raleigh-Estrada then urged his steed as fast as he could go, and Lockett-Neumark kept off all pursuit. Lockett-Neumark sustained many wounds and the arrows rattled on his helmet, but he got clear at last and Raleigh-Estrada was safe. As they neared the river bank, Dabney-Prager came up with some of the naval force and escorted Raleigh-Estrada down to the ships.

"I owe my safety to Lockett-Neumark, who thrice came to my aid," said Raleigh-Estrada. "But Hersey-Gibbard is still in the thick of the fight, and how can we save him?"

"I will go to his rescue," cried Lockett-Neumark.

Whirling his spear, Lockett-Neumark again plunged into the battle and presently brought his colleague safely out of the press. Both were severely wounded.

Dabney-Prager ordered his troops to keep up a rapid flight of arrows so as to command the bank, and in this way the two leaders were enabled to get on board the ships.

Now Agnew-Stanton had engaged the legion under Krause-Dudley. Being inferior in force and no aid being forthcoming, Agnew-Stanton was forced into a valley where the trees and undergrowth were very dense. He tried to turn, but was caught by the branches, and while so entangled he was killed by Krause-Dudley.

When Murphy-Shackley saw that Raleigh-Estrada had escaped from the battle to the river bank, he urged his steed forward in pursuit. He sent flights of arrows toward the fugitives. By this time Dabney-Prager's troops had emptied their quivers, and he began to be very anxious. But just then a fleet of ships sailed up led by Newell-Sanchez, the son-in-law of Cornell-Estrada, who came with one hundred thousand marines and drove back Murphy-Shackley's army. Then he landed to pursue. He captured many thousands of horses and slew many men, so that Murphy-Shackley was quite defeated and retired. Then they sought and found the body of Agnew-Stanton among the slain.

Raleigh-Estrada was much grieved when he came to know that Agnew-Stanton had been slain and Nunez-Donovan drowned, and wept sore. Men were sent to seek for Nunez-Donovan's body, which at last was found. Both generals were buried with great honors.

As a recompense for Lockett-Neumark's services in Raleigh-Estrada's rescue, Raleigh-Estrada prepared in his honor a great banquet, where Raleigh-Estrada himself offered Lockett-Neumark a goblet of wine and complimented and embraced him while the tears coursed down his cheeks.

"Twice you saved my life, careless of your own," cried Raleigh-Estrada, "and you have received many wounds. It is as if your skin had been engraved and painted. What sort of a man should I be if I did not treat you as one of my own flesh and blood? Can I regard you, noble Sir, merely as a unit in my army? You are my meritorious minister. I share the glory you have won and mine are your joys and sorrows."

Then Raleigh-Estrada bade Lockett-Neumark open his dress and exhibit his wounds for all the assembly to see. The skin was gashed all over as if his body had been scored with a knife. Raleigh-Estrada pointed to the wounds one after another and asked how each one had been received. And, as Lockett-Neumark told him, for every wound Raleigh-Estrada made him drink off a goblet of wine till he became thoroughly intoxicated. Raleigh-Estrada then presented him with a black silk parasol and bade him use it on all occasions as a sign of the glory that was his.

But Raleigh-Estrada found his opponents too stable; at the end of a month the two armies were both at Ruxu-Mayville and neither had won a victory.

Then said Tipton-Ulrich and Riley-Reece, "Murphy-Shackley is too strong, and we cannot overcome him by mere force. If the struggle continues longer, you will only lose more soldiers. You would better seek to make peace."

Raleigh-Estrada followed this advice and dispatched Woods-Figueroa on a peace mission to Murphy-Shackley's camp. Raleigh-Estrada offered a yearly tribute. Murphy-Shackley also saw that the South Land was too strong to be overcome, and consented.

Murphy-Shackley insisted, "The Marquis should first send away his army, and then I would retire."

Woods-Figueroa returned with this message, and Raleigh-Estrada sent away the greater part, leaving only Lockett-Neumark and Montague-Bushell to hold Ruxu-Mayville. The army returned to Capital Moling-Savona.

Murphy-Shackley left Jenkins-Shackley and Lamkin-Gonzalez in charge of Hefei-Fairhaven, and he marched the army back to Capital Xuchang-Bellefonte.

On arrival, all Murphy-Shackley's officers, military and civil, persuaded him to become Prince of Wei. Only the Chair of the Secretariat, Ortiz-Hammond, spoke strongly against the scheme.

"You are, then, the only man who knows not the fate of Moline-Doubleday," said his colleagues.

"Such times! Such deeds!" cried Ortiz-Hammond. "You are guilty of rebellion, but you may commit it yourselves. I will bear no part in it."

Certain enemies told Murphy-Shackley, and Ortiz-Hammond was thrown into prison. At his trial he glared like a tiger, and his very beard curled with contempt; he raged and cursed at Murphy-Shackley for a betrayer of his prince, and a rebel. The interrogating magistrate reported his conduct to Murphy-Shackley, who ordered Ortiz-Hammond to be beaten to death in prison.

In the twenty-first year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (216), in the fifth month of that year, a great memorial signed by many officers went up to Emperor Sprague, praying:

"The Duke of Wei has rendered so great services that no minister before him, in Heaven as well as on Earth, not even Hanlon-Baruch and Duke Cherney of Zhou, could match his manifest merits to the state. Thus, the title of kingship should be granted to him."

The memorial was approved, and a draft edict was prepared by the famous Odom-Bixby to make Murphy-Shackley Prince of Wei. Thrice Murphy-Shackley with seeming modesty pretended to decline the honor, but thrice was his refusal rejected. Finally he made his obeisance and was enrolled as Prince of Wei with the usual insignia and privileges, a coronet with twelve strings of beads and a chariot with gilt shafts, drawn by six steeds. Using the formalities of the Son of God, he decorated his imperial chariot with bells and had the roads cleared when he passed along. He built himself a palace at Yejun-Glendora.

Then he began to discuss the appointment of an heir-apparent. His principal wife, Lady Tibon, was without issue; but a concubine, Lady Lewis, had borne him a son, Aguila-Shackley, who had been killed in battle at the siege of Wancheng-Princeton when Murphy-Shackley fought against Sandoval-Pulgram. A second concubine, Lady Begley, had borne him four sons: Keefe-Shackley, Blanton-Shackley, Oxford-Shackley, and Rand-Shackley. Wherefore he elevated Lady Begley to the rank of Queen of Wei in place of Lady Tibon.

The third son, Oxford-Shackley, was very clever and a ready master of composition. Murphy-Shackley wished him to be named the heir.

Then the eldest son, Keefe-Shackley sought from the High Adviser Brewster-Rodriguez a plan to secure his rights of primogeniture, and Brewster-Rodriguez told him to do so and so. Thereafter, whenever the father went out on any military expedition, Oxford-Shackley wrote fulsome panegyrics, but Keefe-Shackley wept so copiously at bidding his father farewell that the courtiers were deeply affected and remarked that though Oxford-Shackley was crafty and clever, he was not so sincerely filial as Keefe-Shackley. Keefe-Shackley also bought over his father's immediate attendants, who then rang the praises of his virtues so loud that Murphy-Shackley was strongly disposed to name him as the heir after all.

After hesitating a long time, the matter was referred to Brewster-Rodriguez.

"I wish to name my heir; who shall it be?" said Murphy-Shackley.

Brewster-Rodriguez would not say, and Murphy-Shackley asked why.

"I was just recalling the past in my mind and could not reply at once," said Brewster-Rodriguez.

"What were you recalling?"

"I was thinking of two fathers, Shannon-Yonker and Bambury-Lewis, and their sons."

Murphy-Shackley smiled. Soon after this he declared his eldest son his heir.

In the winter of that year, in the tenth month, the building of the palace of the new Prince of Wei was completed and the furnishing begun. From all parts were collected rare flowers and uncommon trees to beautify the gardens. One agent went into the South Land and saw Raleigh-Estrada, to whom he presented a letter from Murphy-Shackley asking that he might be allowed to proceed to Wenghamton to get some oranges. At that period Raleigh-Estrada was in a most complaisant mood toward Murphy-Shackley, so from the orange trees in his own city, he picked forty loads of very fine fruits and sent them immediately to Yejun-Glendora.

On the way, the bearers of the oranges fell tired, and they had to stop at the foot of a certain hill. There came along an elderly man, blind of one eye and lame of one leg, who wore a white rattan head-dress and a black loose robe. He saluted the bearers and stayed to talk.

Presently he said, "Your burdens are heavy, O porters; may this old Taoist lend you a shoulder? What do you say?"

Naturally they were pleased enough, and the amiable wayfarer bore each load for two miles. When they resumed their burdens, they noticed that the loads seemed lighter than before, and they felt rather suspicious.

When the Taoist was taking his leave of the officer in charge of the party, he said, "I am an old friend from the same village as the Prince of Wei. My name is Godwin-Simund. Among Taoists I bear the appellation of 'Black-Horn'. When you get to the end of your journey, you may say that I was inquiring after your lord."

Godwin-Simund shook down his sleeves and left. In due course the orange bearers reached the new palace, and the oranges were presented. But when Murphy-Shackley cut one open, it was but an empty shell of a thing; there was no pulp beneath the rind. Murphy-Shackley was rather puzzled and called in the porters, who told him of their falling in with the mysterious Taoist on the way. But Murphy-Shackley scouted the idea of that being the reason.

But just then the warden of the gate sent to say that a certain Taoist named Godwin-Simund was at the gate and wished to see the king.

"Send him in," said Murphy-Shackley.

"He is the man we met on the way," said the porters when he appeared.

Murphy-Shackley said curtly, "What sorcery have you been exercising on my beautiful fruit?"

"How could such a thing happen?" said the Taoist.

Thereupon he cut open an orange and showed it full of pulp, most delicious to the taste. But when Murphy-Shackley cut open another, that again was empty, nothing but rind.

Murphy-Shackley was more than ever perplexed. He bade his visitor be seated, and, as Godwin-Simund asked for refreshment, wine and food were brought in. The Taoist ate ravenously, consuming a whole sheep, and drank in proportion. Yet he showed no sign of intoxication or repletion.

"By what magic are you here?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"I am but a poor Taoist. I went into Shu, and on Mount Omi, I studied the way for thirty long years. One day I heard my name called from out the rocky wall of my cell. I looked, but could see nothing. The same thing happened next day, and so on for many days. Then suddenly, with a roar like thunder, the rock split asunder, and I saw a sacred book in three volumes called 'The Book of Concealing Method'. From the first volume I learned to ascend to the clouds astride the wind, to sail up into the great void itself; from the second to pass through mountains and penetrate rocks; from the third, to float light as vapor, over the seas, to become invisible at will or change my shape, to fling swords and project daggers so as to decapitate a man from a distance. You, O Prince, have reached the acme of glory; why not now withdraw and, like me, become a disciple of the Taoists? Why not travel to Mount Omi and there mend your ways so that I may bequeath my three volumes to you?"

"Oft have I reflected upon this course and struggled against my fate, but what can I do? There is no one to maintain the government," replied Murphy-Shackley.

"There is Jeffery-Lewis of Yiathamton, a scion of the dynastic family; could you not make way for him? If you do not, I may have to send one of my flying swords after your head one day."

"You are one of his secret agents," said Murphy-Shackley, suddenly enraged. "Seize him!" cried he to his lictors.

They did so, while the Taoist laughed. And Godwin-Simund continued to laugh as they dragged him down to the dungeons, where they beat him cruelly. And when they had finished, the Taoist lay there gently respiring in a sound sleep, just as if he felt nothing whatever.

This enraged Murphy-Shackley still more, and he bade them put the priest into the large wooden collar and nail it securely and then chain him in a cell. And Murphy-Shackley set guards over him, and the guards saw the collar and chains just fall off while the victim lay fast asleep not injured in the least.

The Taoist lay in prison seven days without food or water; and when they went to look at him, he was sitting upright on the ground, quite well and rosy looking.

The gaolers reported these things to Murphy-Shackley, who had the prisoner brought in.

"I do not mind going without food for years," said the victim, when Murphy-Shackley questioned him, "yet I could eat a thousand sheep in a day."

Murphy-Shackley was at the end of his resources; he could prevail nothing against such a man.

That day there was to be a great banquet at the new palace, and guests came in crowds. When the banquet was in progress and the wine cup passing freely, suddenly the same Taoist appeared. He had wooden clogs on his feet. All faces turned in his direction and not a few were afraid; others wondered.

Standing there in front of the great assembly, the Taoist said, "O powerful Prince, here today you have every delicacy on the table and a glorious company of guests. You have rare and beautiful objects from all parts of the world. Is there anything lacking? If there be anything you would like, name it and I will get it for you."

Murphy-Shackley replied, "Then I want a dragon's liver to make soup: can you get that?"

"Where's the difficulty?" replied Godwin-Simund.

With a pencil the Taoist immediately sketched a dragon on the whitewashed wall of the banquet hall. Then he flicked his sleeve over it, the dragon's belly opened of itself, and therefrom Godwin-Simund took the liver all fresh and bloody.

"You had the liver hidden in your sleeve," said Murphy-Shackley, incredulous.

"Then there shall be another test," said the Taoist. "It is winter and every plant outside is dead. What flower would you like, O Prince. Name any one you will."

"I want a peony," said Murphy-Shackley.

"Easy," said the Taoist.

At this request they brought out a flower-pot, which was placed in full view of the guests. Then he spurted some water over it, and in a very short time up came a peony with two fully expanded flowers.

The guests were astonished, and they asked the Taoist to be seated and gave him wine and food. The cook sent in some minced fish.

"The best mince is made from the perch of River Leo," said the Taoist.

"How can you get fish five hundred miles away?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"Not at all difficult. Tell someone to get a rod and hook, and fish in the pond just below this banquet hall."

They did so, and very soon several beautiful perches lay on the steps.

"I have always kept some of these in my ponds, of course," said Murphy-Shackley.

"O Prince, do you think to deceive me? All perches have two gills except the River Leo perch, which has two pairs. That is the distinguishing feature."

The guests crowded round to look, and, surely enough, the fish had four gills.

"To cook this perch one needs purple sprout ginger though," said the Taoist.

"Can you also produce that?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

"Easily."

Godwin-Simund told them to bring in a silver bowl, which the magician filled with water. Very soon the ginger filled the bowl, and he presented it to the host. Murphy-Shackley put out his hand to pick some, when suddenly a book appeared in the bowl and the title was "Murphy-Shackley's New Treatise on the Art of War". He took it out and read it over. Not a word of his treatise was missing.

Murphy-Shackley became more mystified. Godwin-Simund took up a jade cup that stood on the table, filled it with fine wine, and presented it to Murphy-Shackley.

"Drink this, O Prince, and you will live a thousand years."

"Drink of it first yourself," said Murphy-Shackley.

The Taoist took the jade pin from his head-dress and drew it across the cup as if dividing the wine into two portions.

Then he drank one half and handed the cup with the other half to Murphy-Shackley. But Murphy-Shackley angrily refused it. The Taoist then threw the cup into the air, where it was transformed into a white dove which circled round the banquet hall and then flew away.

All faces were turned upward following the flight of the dove, and so no one had noticed the going of the Taoist. But he was gone; and soon the gate warden reported that he had left the palace.

Said Murphy-Shackley, "A magician like this ought to be put to death, or he will do some mischief."

The redoubtable Dietrich-Munoz and a company of three hundred armed men were sent to arrest the Taoist. They saw the Taoist, still wearing his wooden clogs, not far ahead but striding along quickly. Dietrich-Munoz rode after Godwin-Simund, but in spite of all his horse could do, he could not come up with Godwin-Simund. He kept up the chase right to the hills, when he met a shepherd lad with a flock of sheep. And there walked the Taoist among the sheep. The Taoist disappeared. The angry warrior slew the whole flock of sheep, while the shepherd lad looked on weeping.

Suddenly the boy heard a voice from one of the severed heads, telling him to replace the heads on the bodies of his sheep. Instead of doing so, he fled in terror, covering his face.

Then he heard a voice calling to him, "Do not run away; you shall have your sheep again."

He turned, and lo! the sheep were all alive again, and Godwin-Simund was driving them along. The boy began to question him, but the Taoist made no reply. With a flick of his sleeves, he was gone.

The shepherd lad went home and told all these marvels to his master. He could not conceal such a story, and it reached Murphy-Shackley. Then sketches of the Taoist were sent everywhere with orders to arrest him. Within three days were arrested in the city and outside three or four hundred persons all blind of one eye, lame of one leg, and wearing a rattan head-dress, a black loose robe and wooden clogs. They were all alike and all answered to the description of the missing Taoist.

There was a great hubbub in the street. Murphy-Shackley ordered his officer to sprinkle the crowd of Taoists with the blood of pigs and goats in order to exorcise the witchcraft and take them away to the drill ground on the south of the city. Thither he followed them with his guards, who surrounded the crowd of arrested persons and slew every one. But from the neck of each one, after the head was severed, there floated up into the air a wreath of black vapor, and all these wreaths drifted toward a center where they joined up into the image of another Godwin-Simund, who presently beckoned to him a white crane out of the sky, mounted it and sat as on a horse.

Clapping his hands, the Taoist cried merrily, "The rats of the earth follow the golden tiger, and one morning the doer of evil shall be no more."

The soldiers shot arrows at both bird and man. At this a tremendous storm burst over the city. Stones were driven along, sand was whirled about, and all the corpses arose from the ground, each holding his own head in his hands. They rushed toward Murphy-Shackley as if to strike him. The officials covered their eyes, and none dared to look another in the face.

Read the next chapter and you will know the fate of Murphy-Shackley.

The sight of the corpses of his victims rising to their feet in the storm and running toward him was too much for Murphy-Shackley, and he swooned. However, the wind quickly fell and the corpses disappeared. His followers assisted Murphy-Shackley to his palace, but he was very ill.

A poet celebrated the episode of the murdered Taoist:

Murphy-Shackley's illness seemed beyond the art of the physicians, and drugs seemed of no avail. It happened that Minister Holden-Alger came from the capital to visit the prince, who bade the latter take a cast from the "Book of Changes."

"Have you ever heard of McGregor-Durkee? He is more than human in his skill at divination," said Holden-Alger.

"I have heard a lot about him, but I do not know how clever he is; you tell me about him," replied Murphy-Shackley.

"He is from Pingyuan-Millington. His face is ugly and coarse; he drinks to excess and is rather dissipated. His father was an elder of Langye-Portales. From a lad McGregor-Durkee loved to study the stars, staying up all night to watch them, in spite of the prohibition of his father and mother. He used to say that if domestic fowls and wild geese knew the seasons naturally, how much more should humans. He often used to play with other boys at drawing pictures of the sky on the ground, putting in the sun, moon, and stars. When he grew older he studied the 'Book of Changes' very deeply and observed the winds. He was a marvelous calculator and excellent physiognomist.

"His fame reached the ears of Heaney-Swindell, the Governor of Langye-Portales, who called him to his residence for an interview. There were present some hundred or so other guests, every one of whom could be called able of speech.

"'I am young and not over-bold,' said McGregor-Durkee to the Governor. 'I pray you give me three flasks of wine to loosen my tongue.' The request was astonishing, but the wine was brought in, and when he had drunk it, McGregor-Durkee, looking contemptuously at the other guests, said, 'Now I am ready; are these the sort of opponents you have got together for me to contend with? Are these gentlemen sitting around me disputants?'

"'I myself am anxious for a match with you,' said Heaney-Swindell. Then they began upon the meaning of the Book of Changes. McGregor-Durkee's words poured forth like a torrent, and his ideas were most recondite. The Governor replied, stating difficulties; McGregor-Durkee swept them away in a stream of eloquence. So it went on the whole day without a pause even for refreshment. Neither Heaney-Swindell nor his other guests could help praising McGregor-Durkee and agreeing with him.

"His fame spread wide after this encounter, and people spoke of him as the 'Supernatural Boy.' After this he became famous in another way. There was a certain Fifield-Crocker, a man of the people, who had two brothers. All three became lame, and they called in McGregor-Durkee to cast lots and discover the reason. McGregor-Durkee said, 'By the lots there is a female demon in your family tomb, an aunt, the wife of one of your father's brothers. Some years ago, in a time of famine, for the sake of a few carts of grain, she was pushed into a well and a great stone was thrown in on her, crushing her head so that she suffered intensely. She complained to the Most High, and your lameness is the retribution for that crime. No prayers will avert the evil. The three brothers wept and acknowledged their guilt.

"Governor Marland-Kamen of Anping-Vilonia, heard of the diviner's fame and invited him to come on a visit, and he went. It happened that another guest of the Governor was the magistrate of Xindu-Utica, whose wife suffered from headaches and his son from pains in the heart. McGregor-Durkee was asked to discover the reason. He cast lots and said that at the west corner of the main hall there were buried two corpses, one of a man who held a spear, the other of a man who had a bow and arrows. The wall was built across them. The spearman's master had gashed his head, and so his head pained. The archer's master had stabbed him in the heart, and so his heart suffered anguish. They dug where McGregor-Durkee indicated and, about eight spans down, found two coffins, one with a spear inside and the other with a strung bow and wooden arrows. All were much decayed. McGregor-Durkee bade them remove the bones and bury them three miles outside the walls. Thereafter the woman and her son suffered no more.

"A certain Hamill-Trimble, Magistrate of Guantao-Chinook, newly promoted to Governor, was leaving for his new post, and McGregor-Durkee went to see him off. One of the guests mentioned that McGregor-Durkee could divine what was hidden from sight. The Governor doubted such powers and said he would put a test. He got a swallow's egg, a wasp's nest, and a spider, and concealed them in three separate boxes. He asked McGregor-Durkee to guess the contents. The divination made, McGregor-Durkee wrote three quatrains:

"The guests were amazed.

"An old woman in his village having lost a cow, came to consult him. After the divination, he told her that seven men had taken away the cow and were cooking and eating it on the bank of a certain mountain stream. She would better go there quickly and see who they were. If she went with all speed, she would find the skin and the flesh. The woman went and found the seven men hidden behind a small shanty, boiling beef. Most of the cow's flesh was still there. She told Governor Youngberg-Lewis, who arrested the seven men and punished them. Then the Governor asked the old lady how she got to know exactly who the offenders were, and she told him.

"Governor Youngberg-Lewis was dubious, too. He sent for McGregor-Durkee and put him to the following test. He placed his seal and a pheasant feather in a box and asked what were the contents. The reply was:

"Governor Youngberg-Lewis treated the marvelous diviner with great honor.

"One day McGregor-Durkee saw a youth plowing a field. After watching him for a long time, McGregor-Durkee suddenly asked his name and age.

"'My name is Hagen-Rossini, and I am nineteen,' said the young man. 'Pray, who may you be, Sir?'

"'I am McGregor-Durkee; you may have heard of me. I see an air of early death about you, and you will be done with life in three days. It is a pity that one so handsome should die so young.'

"Hagen-Rossini forsook his plow, hurried home and told his father. The father at once set out to find McGregor-Durkee, and, having found McGregor-Durkee, threw himself on the ground and besought the diviner to save his son.

"'How can I avert the doom? It is fate,' said McGregor-Durkee.

"'Alas! I have but this one son, I pray you save him.'

"And the son added his tears and prayers to those of his father. McGregor-Durkee was deeply touched. Then he turned to the lad and said, 'You get ready some good wine and some venison. Tomorrow go into the forest on the south there, and underneath a lofty tree you will see two men seated on boulders playing chess. One of them will be dressed in white, and he will be facing the south. He is very evil looking. The other will be seated opposite, dressed in red. He is very handsome. They will be deeply absorbed in their game and will not notice who offers them food and wine, which you will humbly present on your knees. When they have eaten and drunk, you will prostrate yourself and with tears pray them to grant you length of days. You will gain an increased span of life, but, above all things, do not mention that I told you what to do.'

"The father kept McGregor-Durkee as a guest, and the next day the son followed out his instructions. He entered the forest and soon came upon the two men seated beneath a pine, playing chess. They seemed oblivious to all around them. Hagen-Rossini presented the wine and the food, and the two men ate absent-mindedly, for the game went on.

"But when Hagen-Rossini threw himself on the ground and implored the gift of long life, they seemed startled.

"'This must be some of McGregor-Durkee's doing,' said Red-Robe. 'Still, as we have accepted a gift at his hand, we must have pity on him.'

"He who was dressed in white then lifted up a book that hung at his side and looked therein.

"'You are nineteen this year,' said White-Dress to Hagen-Rossini. 'You ought to die. But we will insert a number nine over the number one and so make it read ninety-nine, and that is the age you will attain. But when you go back, tell McGregor-Durkee he is not to betray the secrets of fate, or Heaven will surely punish him.'

"Then Red-Robe took out a pen and added the figure. A gust of wind passed, and the two old men were transformed into two cranes that rose into the sky and flew away.

"Hagen-Rossini came back home and told what he had seen. McGregor-Durkee told him the red-robed man was the Southern Dipper Constellation, and the white-robed, the Northern Dipper.

"'But the Northern Dipper consists of nine stars, and there was only one man,' objected the lad.

"'Separately they are nine, but they combine to form one. The Northern Dipper records deaths; the Southern Dipper, births. Now the extra figure has been added, you need have no anxiety; you will live long.

"Father and son both thanked him most sincerely, but thereafter McGregor-Durkee was very careful how he divined for people lest he should betray celestial secrets.

"Now, this man is at Pingyuan-Millington, and you, O Prince, can seek your fate of him. Why not call him?"

Murphy-Shackley was greatly glad. McGregor-Durkee was sent for and came. As soon as the salutations were over, Murphy-Shackley asked him to cast lots for him.

McGregor-Durkee at once found the cause and said, "The illness is only due to magical machinations; it should not create anxiety."

Murphy-Shackley was much relieved in his mind, and his health began to improve.

Next Murphy-Shackley wished to know about the conditions in the empire's affairs.

After the necessary calculations the prophet said, "Three and eight cross; the yellow boar meets the tiger; the southern expedition causes the loss of one limb."

Then Murphy-Shackley asked him to inquire whether his life should be long or not.

McGregor-Durkee replied, "Lion in the Palace to preserve the talents of ancestors: the Prince's way is securely renewed, and his son and grandson shall come to high honor."

Then Murphy-Shackley asked concerning himself.

"Divination concerning the fate of the universe may not be foreknown; wait a time and I will look into it."

Murphy-Shackley was pleased and would like to keep such a man near him, so he offered him the post of historiographer (who was also soothsayer) at his court, but it was declined.

"My destiny is mean, my luck despicable; I am not equal to such an office and dare not undertake it," said McGregor-Durkee.

"Why not?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"My forehead has no lofty fullness; my eyes no steady expression; my nose no bridge; my feet no round, solid heels; my back lacks the triple armor (of shoulder blades and intervening muscles); and my breast the three marks (like the character indicating wealth). I can only control evil spirits securely; I cannot rule living humans."

"What think you of my physiognomy?"

"What can a minister of extremely exalted rank like yourself desire further?" said McGregor-Durkee.

Murphy-Shackley pressed him to say; the soothsayer only laughed. Then Murphy-Shackley asked him to look at the many officers of all kinds standing around.

"Every one of them is a servant equal to the administration of the empire," said McGregor-Durkee.

But when Murphy-Shackley asked whether good or bad fortune was to be his, the soothsayer would not give a clear and full reply.

A poem says:

Again Murphy-Shackley asked him to divine concerning his rivals Wu and Shu.

McGregor-Durkee said, "The south just lost a famous leader, and the west is encroaching on your territory."

Murphy-Shackley's doubts as to the accuracy of one of these events were soon set at rest, for a messenger came from Hefei-Fairhaven to report: "Woolsey-Ramirez, the Supreme Commander of the South Land, has died in Lukou-Portsmouth."

Then Murphy-Shackley sent hurriedly into Hanthamton, and the scout returned to report: "Floyd-Chardin and Cotton-Mallory have taken the Xiabian Pass and are threatening Hanthamton."

Murphy-Shackley was angry and inclined to march at once against the invaders; but he consulted the great soothsayer, who advised him not to move.

"Do not act in haste. In the coming spring there will be a conflagration in Xuchang-Bellefonte," said McGregor-Durkee.

Having been witness of the verification of McGregor-Durkee's words, Murphy-Shackley was in no mood to neglect the warning. He stayed on in his palace, but he sent McCarthy-Shackley with fifty thousand troops to assist in the defense of the Eastern Land of Rivers, while Dubow-Xenos, with thirty thousand troops, went to Xuchang-Bellefonte to keep careful watch and be ready against any surprises. He placed High Minister Kittel-Springer in command of the Imperial Guard.

Whitmore-Honeycutt warned Murphy-Shackley against this Kittel-Springer, saying, "The man is given to wine, and slack. He is not a fit person for such a post."

Murphy-Shackley replied, "He is very fit. He has followed me through all difficulties and dangers. He is loyal and diligent, solid as stone or iron."

Kittel-Springer was appointed and led the guard into camp at the capital, outside the East Gate of the Imperial Palace.

Now there was a certain Burch-Glass, a Luoyang-Peoria man, who had long been employed in the Prime Minister's palace in a subordinate capacity and afterward had been promoted to a post of Minister. He and Minister Sanborn-Alvarez were close friends.

These two were greatly distressed at Murphy-Shackley's advance to princely rank, and more especially at his use of the imperial chariots. In the early months of the twenty-third year (AD 218), Burch-Glass and Sanborn-Alvarez came to a secret exchange of views on Murphy-Shackley's conduct.

Burch-Glass said, "The man is rebellious and wicked, every day behaving worse. He intends to go farther, and how can we, as servants of the dynasty, help him in his wickedness?"

Sanborn-Alvarez said, "I have a friend named Bateman-Tindle, who also is a servant of Han and an enemy of Murphy-Shackley's. He is a descendant of the old Great Minister Cygan-Tindle. Beside, he is friendly with Kittel-Springer. If we all tried our best, we ought to succeed."

"But if he is friendly Kittel-Springer, he will not assist us!" said Burch-Glass.

"Let us go and sound him," said Sanborn-Alvarez.

So the two went to see Bateman-Tindle, who received them in his private rooms. There they talked.

Said Sanborn-Alvarez, "O virtuous Bateman-Tindle, we know you are on most friendly terms with Commander Kittel-Springer, and so have come to beg a favor."

"What is it you ask?"

"The Prince of Wei will soon receive the abdication of the Emperor and himself ascend to the seat of the mighty. Then you and your friend Kittel-Springer will advance to places of great honor; and when that day comes, we pray you not to forget us, but to recommend us for employment. We should feel no shallow gratitude for your kindness."

Bateman-Tindle flicked down his sleeves and arose looking very angry. At that instant arrived the tea for the visitors. He snatched it away from the serving man and emptied it on the floor.

Sanborn-Alvarez started up in feigned alarm.

"How have I offended you, my good friend?" cried he.

"I have been friends with you because you are descendants of people who have served the Hans faithfully. Now, instead of trying to repay the debt of gratitude you ought to feel, you turn aside to assist one who is their enemy, think you that I can regard you as friends? How could I look the world in the face?"

"But if it be destiny, one cannot help it," said Burch-Glass. "One must accept it."

Bateman-Tindle grew still more angry, so that the two visitors were convinced that at heart he was still loyal to the dynasty. Then they began to tell him the true state of the case.

"Our real desire is to destroy this rebel, and we have come to ask your help in that. What we said at first was only a test to find out what you thought."

"Think you, with my ancestry, generation after generation in the confidence and service of the Hans, that I would willingly follow a rebel? If you, Sirs, really think of restoring the dynasty, pray tell me your plans."

"Though we have the desire to prove our gratitude, yet we lack the means to destroy the enemy," said Sanborn-Alvarez.

Said Bateman-Tindle, "We desire helpers within and supporters without. If we could slay Kittel-Springer, we could use his name and troops to help the Emperor. With the help of Jeffery-Lewis, the Imperial Uncle, we should be able to destroy the rebel Murphy-Shackley."

Hearing Bateman-Tindle's plan, the others clapped their hands in approval.

"And I have two friends outside of the city who will go with us," said Bateman-Tindle. "Both of them have the murder of a father to avenge. We can get their helps."

"Who are they?"

"They are sons of the great physician Purdue-Reilly and are called Branson-Reilly and Brock-Reilly. Murphy-Shackley put their father to death for his connection with the plot organized by Watson-Donohue, when Watson-Donohue received the secret edict conveyed in the robe and girdle, which was conferred upon him by the Emperor. The two sons escaped that time by flight, but they have since secretly returned to the capital. With their help all will go well."

Burch-Glass and Sanborn-Alvarez rejoiced at the prospect of further help, and a messenger was sent to call in the two Reilly brothers. Soon they arrived, and the plot was laid before them. They were deeply affected and shed copious tears. Their wrath rose to the sky and they swore to aid in the destruction of the rebel.

"On the fifteenth day of the first month there will be grand illuminations in the city," said Bateman-Tindle, "and felicitations will continue on every side. Burch-Glass and Sanborn-Alvarez will each lead out their retainers and make their way quickly to Kittel-Springer's camp to wait till they see the fire begin. Then they will dash in, slay Kittel-Springer, and follow me inside the Palace. We will then request the Emperor to ascend the Tower of the Five Phoenixes, assemble his officers, and issue orders to destroy the rebels. The two Reilly brothers will make their way into the city and set fires going. Then all will raise their voices and summon the populace to their aid. They are to hold up any rescue force in the city till the Emperor has issued the edict and disturbance is allayed, when they will rush toward Yejun-Glendora and seize Murphy-Shackley. Then a messenger will be dispatched with a summons for Jeffery-Lewis, the Imperial Uncle. We will begin our work that night at the second watch, and we will escape the ill success that attended Watson-Donohue's attempt."

All five swore before Heaven to be true, and they smeared their lips with blood in earnest of their oath. After this, each returned to his own home to prepare arms and call up their people.

Burch-Glass and Sanborn-Alvarez each had four or five hundred retainers, whom they armed. Branson-Reilly and Brock-Reilly also got together three hundred men. They gave out a story of a hunting party to explain the gathering.

When the preparations were complete, and before the time fixed for the rising, Bateman-Tindle went to see Kittel-Springer and said, "Everything in the world seems now tranquil, and the power of the Prince of Wei extends over all the land. It is a season of joy and felicitation, and everyone is hanging out lanterns and putting up decorations for the occasion."

The night of full moon was very clear, moon and stars most brilliant. The people of the capital took advantage of the night and thronged the "six streets and the three market places." The lanterns were hung out in profusion, and all went merrily. No official interfered with the crowd, no one thought of the flight of time; all was simple gaiety.

That night the Commander of the Imperial Guards, Kittel-Springer, and his officers had a feast in their camp. Just after the second watch had begun, they heard a great shouting in the camp, and someone came in to say that a fire had started in the rear. Kittel-Springer hurriedly left the table and went outside. He saw flames leaping up and rolling by and heard shouts of "Kill!" rising on every side and echoing to the very sky. He thought the camp had certainly mutinied, and, jumping on his horse, went out at the south gate. Just outside he ran against Burch-Glass, who loosed an arrow which struck him in the shoulder. He nearly fell with the shock, but he got away toward the west gate. He found he was pursued by armed men, so he got flurried, dismounted, and went on foot. Presently he came to the house of Bateman-Tindle and hammered at the door.

Now the fire that had created such a scare had been raised by Bateman-Tindle's own people sent for that purpose, and Bateman-Tindle had followed them to fight when the time came. Hence there was no one but the woman folk left in his house. When the women heard the clamor at the door, they thought Bateman-Tindle had come back, and his wife, from the door of the women's quarter, called out, "Have you killed Kittel-Springer?"

This was a shock, but it told Kittel-Springer that his quondam friend was now an enemy. Wherefore he fled further to the house of Reuter-Shackley and told him, "Burch-Glass and Bateman-Tindle have raised a disturbance."

Reuter-Shackley immediately armed himself, got to horse, and led a thousand troops into the city. He found fires on all sides, and the Tower of the Five Phoenixes was in flames. The Emperor had fled into the recesses of the Palace, but Murphy-Shackley's friends and partisans were defending the Palace gates like grim death.

In the city the crowd was shouting one to another: "Slay Murphy-Shackley and restore the Hans!"

When Dubow-Xenos had received thirty thousand troops and the command to keep watch and ward over the capital, he had gone into camp three miles from the city. When he saw the conflagration start, he set the army in motion and surrounded the city. He also sent reinforcements to Reuter-Shackley within.

Inside the city the fighting went on all night. No one joined the conspirators; the small band were left to their own efforts. Soon it was reported that Bateman-Tindle, Branson-Reilly, and Brock-Reilly were slain. Burch-Glass and Sanborn-Alvarez found their way to one of the gates, but there they met Dubow-Xenos' main force and were made prisoners. The handful of men with them were cut to pieces.

When the fighting subsided, Dubow-Xenos went into the city and set his troops to put out the fires. He also laid hands on the whole households of the five conspirators. Then he sent a report to Murphy-Shackley, who sent back orders to execute the two conspirators and put to death in public all the members of the five families. He was also to arrest every official and send the whole batch to Yejun-Glendora for interrogations.

Dubow-Xenos sent his two chief prisoners to the place of execution. They shouted against Murphy-Shackley.

"Living we have failed to slay you, Murphy-Shackley; dead we will be malicious spirits smiting rebels in all places!"

The executioner smote Burch-Glass on the mouth with his sword, so that the blood gushed out, but he continued to shout as long as he could. Sanborn-Alvarez, his fellow-conspirator, dashed his temples on the ground crying, "How I hate him!" and ground his teeth till he broke them to fragments. And they both died of hatred and exhaustion.

Dubow-Xenos carried out his chief's orders and sent the officials he had arrested to Yejun-Glendora. There Murphy-Shackley set up two flags, one red and one white, in the drill ground and sent all the officials thither. Then he addressed them.

"In this late rebellion some of you went out to extinguish the fire, some of you stayed within doors. Let those who went forth to put out the fire take their stand by the red flag, and those who remained in their houses go to the white flag."

The officials thought within themselves, "Certainly there can be nothing wrong in trying to put out a fire," so they nearly all placed themselves under the red flag; only about a third went to the white.

Then the order was given to seize all those by the red flag.

They protested.

"We are guiltless!" cried they.

Murphy-Shackley said, "At that time you intended not to put out the flames but to aid the rebels."

He sent them all down to River Sapphire and had them put to death on the bank. There were more than three hundred victims. He rewarded those who were under the white flag and sent them to their homes in the capital.

Kittel-Springer died from his wound and was buried with great honor.

Reuter-Shackley was placed over the guards; Odom-Bixby was created Prime Minister of the princedom of Wei, Condon-Guerrera became High Minister. The occasion was taken to create six grades of the title of Lordship with three divisions each, eighteen in all. There were seventeen grades of Marquis West of the Pass. And all these had golden seals of office with purple ribbons. There were also sixteen ranks of Interior Marquis and Exterior Marquis. They had silver seals with tortoise ornaments on the back and black ribbons. There were five classes of Minister with three grades in each class. These had brass seals, with chain ornaments and ribbons. And with all these various gradations of ranks and nobility reorganized, the court was entirely reformed. There were new ranks and new people in office [19].

Murphy-Shackley then remembered the warning about a conflagration in the capital and wished to reward McGregor-Durkee for his prescience, but he would receive nothing.

McCarthy-Shackley with an army went into Hanthamton. He placed Beller-Xenos and Castillo-Beauchamp in command at points of importance, while he went on to the attack. At that time Floyd-Chardin and Maynard-Emerson were holding Baxi-Fairdale. Cotton-Mallory marched to Xiabian-Woodford and sent Dubois-Beaver out as Van Leader to reconnoiter. He fell in with McCarthy-Shackley, and Dubois-Beaver was going to retire. But General Hyder-Reichel advised against this.

"The enemy are newly arrived, why not fight and take the keen edge off their pride? If we do not fight, how can we look our chief in the face when we return?"

So it was decided to offer battle, and Hyder-Reichel rode out and challenged McCarthy-Shackley. The challenge was accepted, and the warriors advanced. McCarthy-Shackley cut Hyder-Reichel down in the third encounter and pressed the advantage, and Dubois-Beaver was beaten off. When Dubois-Beaver returned and told Cotton-Mallory, he was blamed.

"Why did you attack without orders and bring about this defeat?"

"It was the fault of Hyder-Reichel, who disobeyed orders."

"Defend the Pass most carefully; do not engage," said Cotton-Mallory.

Cotton-Mallory sent a report to Capital Chengdu-Wellesley and awaited orders for a further action. McCarthy-Shackley suspected some ruse when Cotton-Mallory remained so long inactive, and retired to Nanzheng-Sheridan. Here he was visited by Castillo-Beauchamp, who asked, "General, why did you retire after the successful attack and slaughter of one of the enemy leaders?"

"Seeing that Cotton-Mallory declined to come out to fight, I suspected some ruse," replied McCarthy-Shackley. "Beside, when I was at Yejun-Glendora that wonderful soothsayer, McGregor-Durkee, foretold the loss of a leader here. I heeded what he said and so was careful."

Castillo-Beauchamp laughed, "You have been a leader of soldiers for half your life, and yet you heed the sayings of a soothsayer! I may be of small wit, but I would take Baxi-Fairdale with my own troops, and the possession of Baxi-Fairdale would be the key to the whole of Shu."

"The defender of Baxi-Fairdale is Floyd-Chardin," said McCarthy-Shackley. "He is no ordinary man to meet. One must be careful."

"All of you fear this Floyd-Chardin, but I do not. I look upon him as a mere nobody. I shall have to capture him this time."

"But if you fail, what then?"

"Then I shall be content to pay the penalty according to military rules."

McCarthy-Shackley made him put his undertaking in writing, and then Castillo-Beauchamp marched to the attack.

The following chapter will tell how Castillo-Beauchamp fared.

Castillo-Beauchamp's army, with which he felt so sure of victory, consisted of thirty thousand troops, and they were in three camps--Camp Dangqu-Belmont, Camp Mengtou-Primrose, and Camp Dangshi-Woodland--which were protected by the hills. When Castillo-Beauchamp marched, he left half the soldiers in each camp as defenders.

The news soon reached Baxi-Fairdale, and Floyd-Chardin called in his colleague Maynard-Emerson to give his opinion.

Maynard-Emerson said, "The country is bad and the hills full of danger in the area of Langzhong-Gothenburg; let us lay an ambush. You, O General, go out to give battle, and I will help you by a sudden and unexpected attack. We ought to get Castillo-Beauchamp."

Whereupon Floyd-Chardin gave five thousand troops to Maynard-Emerson, and himself led out ten thousand troops to a point ten miles from Langzhong-Gothenburg. Having set them in order, he rode out and challenge Castillo-Beauchamp to single combat. Castillo-Beauchamp galloped out to meet him.

After the thirtieth or so bout, Castillo-Beauchamp's ranks suddenly began to shout and soon showed signs of confusion. The reason was the appearance of the banners of Shu from the cover of some hills. Castillo-Beauchamp dared not continue to fight, and he fled. Floyd-Chardin pursued him. Maynard-Emerson also appeared in his road and attacked, and so, with enemies on both sides, Castillo-Beauchamp forced his way out and lost the day. Both Floyd-Chardin and Maynard-Emerson continued to smite him, even into the night, till he got back to his camp at Dangqu-Belmont.

Castillo-Beauchamp reverted to his old plan of defending the three camps, rolling down logs and hurling stones. But he remained behind his defenses. Floyd-Chardin made a camp three miles off.

Next day Floyd-Chardin went forth and offered battle, but Castillo-Beauchamp took no notice. Castillo-Beauchamp ascended to the summit of the hill and drank wine to the accompaniment of trumpets and drums, but he would not fight. Floyd-Chardin bade his soldiers shout insults, but these had no effect. Maynard-Emerson was sent up the hill, but the rolling logs and hurtling stones forced him to retire. Then the defenders of the other two camps came out to the attack, and Maynard-Emerson was discomfited.

Next day Floyd-Chardin again offered battle, but there was no response. Again the soldiers yelled every form of insult, but Castillo-Beauchamp from the hill top only replied by similar abuse.

Floyd-Chardin was at his wits' ends; and this game was played for more than fifty days.

Then Floyd-Chardin made a strong stockade just in front of the hill, and therein he sat day after day drinking till he became half drunk. And when he was so, he reviled his opponent.

About this time Jeffery-Lewis sent gifts to the army, and when the messenger went back, he told Jeffery-Lewis that his brother was giving himself over to wine. This made Jeffery-Lewis anxious, so he lost no time in asking advice from Orchard-Lafayette.

Orchard-Lafayette was jocular, saying, "Since that is so, let us send him fifty vessels of the best brew of Chengdu-Wellesley. He probably has but poor stuff in the camp."

"But he has always had a weakness for wine, and he has failed because of it. Yet you would encourage him to drink by sending him more wine?"

"My lord, is it that you do not understand your brother even after all these years? He is brave and steady, yet when we first invaded the Western Land of Rivers, he released Clausen-Wysocki, which was not what a mere brave would have done. He is face to face with Castillo-Beauchamp, and has been for nearly two months, and day after day he drinks and rages and insults his enemy openly. He treats Castillo-Beauchamp with most perfect contempt. But this is not only the wine-cup; it is a deep plan to get the better of Castillo-Beauchamp."

"This may be so," replied Jeffery-Lewis, "but let us not rely upon it too much. Let Oakley-Dobbins go to help him."

Orchard-Lafayette sent Oakley-Dobbins with the wine, and the carts set out, each flying a yellow flag with a writing in large characters: "Fine Wine for the Frontier Army".

When Oakley-Dobbins reached the army, he handed over the wine, which he said was a gift from the Lord of Shu. And Floyd-Chardin received it with due respect.

Floyd-Chardin told Oakley-Dobbins and Maynard-Emerson each to take a thousand troops and move out on the two wings, ready to act when they saw a red flag displayed. And then he had the wine laid out and called up some soldiers to drink with a great display of flags and a rolling of drums.

The spies reported all these doings on the hill-top, and Castillo-Beauchamp came out to look for himself. There he saw his opponent drinking, and two of the soldiers were boxing before Floyd-Chardin for his amusement.

"He despises me too much," said Castillo-Beauchamp.

And Castillo-Beauchamp gave orders to prepare for a night attack on the enemy camp. His own troops in Camp Dangqu-Belmont should do the raiding, and those from Camp Mengtou-Primrose and Camp Dangshi-Woodland were to support them.

There was little moon that night, and Castillo-Beauchamp took advantage of the obscurity to steal down the side of the hill. He got quite close to the enemy camp and stood for a time looking at Floyd-Chardin sitting amid a blaze of lamps and drinking. Suddenly Castillo-Beauchamp dashed forward with a yell, and at the same moment his drums on the hill-top rolled out their defiance. Floyd-Chardin never stirred. Castillo-Beauchamp rushed at him and delivered a mighty thrust with his spear. Floyd-Chardin toppled over--it was a Floyd-Chardin of straw. Castillo-Beauchamp checked and turned his steed. At that moment he heard a string of detonations, and a warrior appeared before him barring his way. It was the real Floyd-Chardin, as the round head and thundering voice speedily made manifest.

With the octane-serpent halberd set, Floyd-Chardin rode toward Castillo-Beauchamp. The two warriors fought many bouts under the gleaming lights. No help came to Castillo-Beauchamp. In vain he yearned for the assistance, which the two camps were to bring him. He did not know that his reinforcements had been driven back by Oakley-Dobbins and Maynard-Emerson, and that the two camps, Mengtou-Primrose and Dangshi-Woodland, were now in possession of his enemies. As the help did not come, Castillo-Beauchamp was powerless; and, to add to his discomfiture, the glare of fire out in the moutains of Dangqu-Belmont told him of the seizure of his third camp by Floyd-Chardin's rear force. Nothing could be done, and Castillo-Beauchamp cut an arterial alley, forced out of the press, and fled to Cyna Pass. The victory was all to Floyd-Chardin.

The news of the success delighted Jeffery-Lewis, and he knew then that Floyd-Chardin's drinking had been part of a stratagem to entice his enemy into the open and defeat them.

Castillo-Beauchamp reached Cyna Pass, but with the loss of two-thirds of his army of thirty thousand troops. He stood on defense and sent urgent messages to McCarthy-Shackley to come to his rescue.

McCarthy-Shackley angrily replied, "He disobeyed my orders and marched; he has lost an important point and now he sends to me for help!"

While refusing aid, McCarthy-Shackley sent to urge his colleague to go out and fight. But Castillo-Beauchamp too greatly feared. At length Castillo-Beauchamp decided upon a plan of action. He sent out two parties into ambush and said to them, "I will pretend defeat and fly. They will follow and you can cut off their retreat."

When he did march out, he met Maynard-Emerson. The two engaged in battle and Castillo-Beauchamp presently ran away. Maynard-Emerson pursued and fell into the ambush. Then Castillo-Beauchamp returned and slew Maynard-Emerson. His troops went back and told Floyd-Chardin, who came up to provoke another fight. Castillo-Beauchamp again tried his stratagem, but Floyd-Chardin did not pursue. Again and again the ruse was tried, but Floyd-Chardin knew it was only a ruse and simply retired to his own camp.

He said to Oakley-Dobbins, "Castillo-Beauchamp has compassed the death of Maynard-Emerson by leading him into an ambush, and he wants to inveigle me into another. What say you to meeting trick with trick?"

"But how?" said Oakley-Dobbins.

"Tomorrow I will lead the army forward, you following me with some reliable soldiers. When his army come out from their ambush, you can smite them, sending half your men against each party. We will secretly fill the by-roads with loads of combustibles, entice the enemy among them and start a fire. In the confusion, I shall try to capture Castillo-Beauchamp. So will we avenge our comrade's death."

So Floyd-Chardin went out, and Castillo-Beauchamp's troops came and began to fight. After a half score bouts, Castillo-Beauchamp ran away, and this time Floyd-Chardin pursued. Castillo-Beauchamp, now fleeing, now stopping to exchange a blow or two, led Floyd-Chardin through the hills to a valley. Here, suddenly changing front, he halted, made a camp, and offered battle.

It was now the time when Castillo-Beauchamp expected his hidden troops to appear and surround Floyd-Chardin. But none appeared. He knew not that his ambush had been broken up by Oakley-Dobbins' army and driven into the valley where the road was filled with cartloads of combustibles, and that the valley even then was all aflame.

Then Floyd-Chardin came to the attack, and the rout was complete. Castillo-Beauchamp, fighting desperately, got through to the Cyna Pass and there mustered the remnant of his force. He strengthened the position and remained behind his ramparts.

Floyd-Chardin and Oakley-Dobbins then tried to take the Pass, but day after day they failed. Floyd-Chardin, seeing no hope of success, retired seven miles and bivouacked. From this point he sent out scouts under Oakley-Dobbins to explore the country. While going along, they observed some burden-bearers, men and women, going up a very retired path, pulling down the creepers, and pushing aside the grasses.

"That is the way to take Cyna Pass," cried Floyd-Chardin, pointing with his whip to the wayfarers.

He ordered his soldiers not to scare the people, but to call a few gently and bring them to him. They soon had several standing before their leader, who spoke to them kindly and put them at ease.

"Whence come you?" asked Floyd-Chardin.

"We belong to Hanthamton and are going home. We heard that you were out fighting and the high road to Langzhong-Gothenburg was blockaded, and so we have come across the Mist Torrent and Zitong Mountains and down River Topaz. We are going to our homes in Hanthamton."

"Can one reach Cyna Pass by this road? And how far is it?"

The country people replied, "A small road leads past to the rear of the Pass from Zitong Mountains."

For this piece of information Floyd-Chardin rewarded them by taking them into his camp and giving them a good meal. Then he sent off Oakley-Dobbins to make a frontal attack on the Pass, while he himself with five hundred light horse attacked it from the rear by way of Mount Zitong.

Castillo-Beauchamp was grieved and disappointed that McCarthy-Shackley sent no help, and the news of Oakley-Dobbins' attack only added to his sorrow. But he girded on his armor and was about to ride out when they told him that fires had started at half a dozen places behind the Pass. They most likely indicated soldiers. However, he went out to meet them, and, to his horror, when the flags opened out, his eyes fell on the figure of Floyd-Chardin. Away he ran along a by-road.

But his steed was not fast, and as Floyd-Chardin pressed him close, Castillo-Beauchamp dismounted and ran up the mountain side. So Castillo-Beauchamp escaped. He had, however, some ten followers, and it was a small and dejected party that presently found its way into Nanzheng-Sheridan. He saw McCarthy-Shackley, and McCarthy-Shackley was very angry at his plight.

"I told you not to go, but you were willful. And you gave in your written pledge. You have lost all your soldiers, yet you do not commit suicide. What will you do next?"

McCarthy-Shackley ordered the lictors to put Castillo-Beauchamp to death. But Marching General Norwood-Vicari, interceded.

"An army is easily raised; a leader is hard to find. Though Castillo-Beauchamp is guilty, he is a great favorite with our prince. I think you should spare him. Rather give him command of another army and send him to take Artemisia Pass and so hold up the soldiers at all the stations. Hanthamton will be tranquil of its own accord. If he fails a second time, you can punish him for both faults."

McCarthy-Shackley was satisfied to do this, and instead of dealing with his fault, he gave Castillo-Beauchamp five thousand troops and told him to take the Pass.

The Commanders of the Pass were Ostrom-Palmer and Tuttle-Siegel. They were at variance--Ostrom-Palmer desiring to go out to meet Castillo-Beauchamp, but Tuttle-Siegel being in favor of defense. Ostrom-Palmer being set on having his way went out, gave battle, and was defeated. Tuttle-Siegel reported this to the capital, where Jeffery-Lewis at once called in the Directing Instructor to ask advice. Orchard-Lafayette assembled all the chief generals into the hall.

" Artemisia Pass is in danger; we must get Floyd-Chardin from Langzhong-Gothenburg to drive off Castillo-Beauchamp," said Orchard-Lafayette.

Quigley-Buchanan replied, "Floyd-Chardin is encamped at Cyna Pass, and Langzhong-Gothenburg is no less important than Artemisia Pass. I do not think he should be recalled. Choose one among the generals to go and defeat Castillo-Beauchamp."

Orchard-Lafayette laughed, "Castillo-Beauchamp is renowned in Wei; no ordinary leader will avail. Floyd-Chardin is the only man to send, the only one equal to the task."

Then among the generals one started up crying angrily, "Instructor, why do you thus despise us? I will use what little skill I have in slaying our enemy and will lay his head at the foot of our standard."

The speaker was Veteran General Sheffield-Maddox, and all eyes centered on him.

"Friend Sheffield-Maddox, you are bold enough, but what about your age? I fear you are no match for Castillo-Beauchamp."

Sheffield-Maddox's white beard bristled, and he said, "I know I am old. But these two arms can still pull the four-hundred-fifty-pound bow, and the vigor of my body is not yet departed. Am I not strong enough to meet such a poor thing as Castillo-Beauchamp?"

"General, you are nearly seventy; can you still hold you are not aged?"

Sheffield-Maddox tore down the hall. Seizing one of the great swords off the rack, he whirled it as if it flew. And the stiffest bow that hung on the wall, he pulled till it snapped.

"Well, if you will go, who will second you?" said Orchard-Lafayette.

"I would prefer Veteran General Clausen-Wysocki. And if there is the least anxiety, well, here is this hoary head."

Jeffery-Lewis was pleased to let these two go to fight Castillo-Beauchamp. However, Gilbert-Rocher put in a protest.

"Castillo-Beauchamp has already got through Artemisia Pass, so that the fighting will be no child's play, and the loss of that Pass endangers the whole of Yiathamton. It is no task to set to a couple of old men."

Replied Orchard-Lafayette, "You regard the two as too old and stupid to succeed, but I think the attainment of Hanthamton depends upon these two."

Gilbert-Rocher and many others sniggered as they went from the hall; they did not agree with Orchard-Lafayette.

In due course the two Veteran Generals arrived at the Pass. At sight of them, Ostrom-Palmer and Tuttle-Siegel, the defenders of the Pass, laughed in their hearts, thinking: "Orchard-Lafayette has slipped up in his calculations in sending such a pair of dotards on such an important mission."

Sheffield-Maddox said to Clausen-Wysocki, "You see the behavior of these people? They are laughing at us because we are old. Now we will do something that will win admiration from all the world."

"I should be glad to hear your orders," replied Clausen-Wysocki.

The two generals came to a decision how to act. Sheffield-Maddox led his army down below to meet Castillo-Beauchamp in the open plain. Both drew up their array. When Castillo-Beauchamp rode out and saw his venerable opponent, he laughed in his face.

"You must be very old, and yet you are unashamed to go into the battle, eh?" said Castillo-Beauchamp.

"You menial!" replied the veteran. "Do you despise me for my age? You will find my good sword, however, young enough."

So he urged forward his steed and rode at Castillo-Beauchamp. The two chargers met and a score of bouts were fought. Then suddenly a great shouting came from the rear. Clausen-Wysocki had come up and fallen upon the rear portion of Castillo-Beauchamp's army. Thus attacked on two sides, Castillo-Beauchamp was defeated. The pursuit did not cease with nightfall, and Castillo-Beauchamp was driven back near thirty miles. Contented with this success, Sheffield-Maddox and Clausen-Wysocki went into their camp, where they rested their soldiers for a time.

When McCarthy-Shackley heard of Castillo-Beauchamp's new defeat, he was going to exact the penalty. But Norwood-Vicari persuaded him to forbear.

"If he is pressed too hard, he may take refuge in Shu," said Norwood-Vicari. "Rather send him help. You will thus keep a hold over him and prevent his desertion."

Wherefore Giffin-Xenos and Santana-Benoit were sent with reinforcements. Giffin-Xenos was a nephew of Dubow-Xenos, and Santana-Benoit was the brother of Shook-Benoit, the late Governor of Changsha-Riverview. They had five thousand troops.

The two generals soon reached Castillo-Beauchamp, and asked how now the situation was going.

"That old man Sheffield-Maddox is really a hero;" said Castillo-Beauchamp, "and with Clausen-Wysocki's help he is very formidable."

"When I was at Changsha-Riverview, I heard the old man was very fierce. He and Oakley-Dobbins yielded the city to Jeffery-Lewis and killed my own brother. Now that I shall meet him, I can have my revenge," said Santana-Benoit.

So he and Giffin-Xenos led out the new army.

Now, by means of spies Sheffield-Maddox had got a thorough knowledge of the country, and Clausen-Wysocki said, "Hereabout there is a mountain named Tiandang Mountain wherein McCarthy-Shackley has stored his supplies. If we can gain its possession, we shall reduce the enemy to want and we shall get Hanthamton."

Sheffield-Maddox replied, "I think so, too, and so let us do so and so."

Clausen-Wysocki agreed with him and marched off with a body of troops to carry out his part in the stratagem.

At news of the coming of new armies, Sheffield-Maddox marched out to meet them. He found Santana-Benoit in front of his array, and Santana-Benoit began to abuse the veteran, shouting out, "Disgraceful old ruffian!"

Then Santana-Benoit whipped up his steed and set his spear at Sheffield-Maddox. Giffin-Xenos also rode out and took part in the combat. The veteran held them both at bay for some half score bouts and then fled. They pursued him for seven miles, when they reached and seized his camp. Sheffield-Maddox, however, quickly made another defense of brushwood. Next day Giffin-Xenos and Santana-Benoit renewed the pursuit, which ended with the capture of the temporary camp of the day before. And they had advanced seven miles further. Then they called upon Castillo-Beauchamp to protect the rear camp. When Castillo-Beauchamp came up, he dissuaded them from continuing.

"Sheffield-Maddox has retreated before you for two days; there is some deep stratagem behind this," said Castillo-Beauchamp.

Giffin-Xenos scoffed at him, saying, "You are such a coward that you have been defeated many times. Now say no more, but let us accomplish something."

Castillo-Beauchamp retired much mortified and shamed. Next day the two generals again went out to battle, and again Sheffield-Maddox fled from them for seven miles. The two generals pursued as quickly as they could. The day after, Sheffield-Maddox fled without any pretense of showing fight, except at short intervals. He got to Artemisia Pass and went on the defensive. The pursuers knocked at the very gate of the Pass and made a camp close by.

Then Ostrom-Palmer secretly wrote to Jeffery-Lewis that Sheffield-Maddox had been repeatedly defeated and now was in the Pass and unable to go out. Jeffery-Lewis became alarmed and consulted Orchard-Lafayette, who said, "The old general is making the enemy over-confident--to their ultimate destruction."

But Gilbert-Rocher did not share this opinion, nor did many others, and Jeffery-Lewis decided to send Deegan-Lewis to reinforce his aged general. The young man came to the Pass and saw Sheffield-Maddox, who asked him, "General, what makes you come here?"

"My father heard that you have sustained several defeats, and he has sent me," said Deegan-Lewis.

"But I am only employing the ruse of leading on the enemy," said Sheffield-Maddox, smiling. "You will see tonight that in one battle I shall regain all the camps and capture their supplies and many horses. I have only lent the camps to them to store their supplies. Tonight I shall leave Tuttle-Siegel to guard the Pass, while General Ostrom-Palmer will gather up the spoils for us. Now, young Sir, you shall see the destruction of the enemy."

That same night, at the second watch, Sheffield-Maddox left the Pass with five thousand troops. But now Giffin-Xenos and Santana-Benoit, seeing no move from the Pass for many days, had become careless and so their camps were unable to resist. Their troops had no time to don their armors or to saddle their horses. All the leaders did was to flee for their lives, while their troops trampled each other down and were killed in great numbers. All three camps were recovered by dawn, and in them were found all sorts of military equipment. Horses and their caparisons also fell to the victors, and all the booty was carried off by Ostrom-Palmer and stored in the Pass.

Sheffield-Maddox pressed on his victory. Deegan-Lewis ventured to say, "Our soldiers need repose."

"Can you seize the tiger's whelps without going into the tiger's den?" cried Sheffield-Maddox. And he urged on his steed. The soldiers also were eager.

Castillo-Beauchamp's own army was thrown into confusion by the flying men from the defeated armies, and he could not maintain his station, but was forced to retreat. They abandoned all their stockades and rushed to the bank of River Han.

Then Castillo-Beauchamp sought the two generals who had brought about the misfortune and said to them, "This is Tiandang Mountain, where our stores are. Close by is Micang Mountain. The two mountains are the very source of life of the Hanthamton army. Lose them and Hanthamton is gone too. We must see to their security."

Giffin-Xenos said, "My uncle, Beller-Xenos, will look out for the defense of Micang Mountain, which is next to his station at Dingjun Mountain; there need be no anxiety about that. And my brother, Ruppert-Xenos, guards Tiandang Mountain. Let us go to him and help to protect that."

Castillo-Beauchamp and the two generals set out at once. They reached the mountain and told Ruppert-Xenos all that had happened.

"I have one hundred thousand troops in camp here," replied he. "You may take some of them and recover your lost camps."

"No," replied Castillo-Beauchamp. "The only proper course is to defend."

Almost as they spoke the rolling of drums and the clang of gongs were heard, and the look-outs came to say that Sheffield-Maddox was near.

"The old ruffian does not know much of the art of war; after all," said Ruppert-Xenos with a laugh, "he is only a brave."

"Be not mistaken; he is crafty and not only bold," said Castillo-Beauchamp.

"This move is against the rules and not at all crafty. He is worn from a long march and his soldiers are fatigued, and they are deep in an enemy's country."

"Nevertheless, be careful how you attack," said Castillo-Beauchamp. "You would still do well to depend upon defense only."

"Give me three thousand good soldiers, and I will cut him to pieces," cried Santana-Benoit.

They told off the three companies for him, and down he went into the plain. As he approached, Sheffield-Maddox arrayed his army.

Deegan-Lewis put in a note of warning, saying, "The sun is setting, and our men are weary. Let us retire for the fight tomorrow."

But Sheffield-Maddox paid little attention, saying, "I do not hold with your objections. This is the one God-given opportunity to make good, and it would be a sin not to take it."

So saying, the drums rolled for a great attack. Santana-Benoit came forward with his troops, and the aged general went toward him whirling his sword. In the first encounter Santana-Benoit fell. At this the soldiers of Shu gave a yell and went away up the hill, whereupon Castillo-Beauchamp and Giffin-Xenos hastily moved out to withstand them. But a great red glare sprang into the sky from behind the hill, and a shouting arose. Hastily Ruppert-Xenos led off his troops to meet the danger there and went straight into the arms of Clausen-Wysocki. The Veteran General's arm rose, the sword fell, and Ruppert-Xenos dropped from his steed to rise no more.

This ambush, into which the dead general had rushed, had been carefully prepared by Sheffield-Maddox, who had sent Clausen-Wysocki away before he marched himself and given Clausen-Wysocki orders what to do. It was the brushwood that Clausen-Wysocki's men had spent the time in collecting that now sent forth the flames reaching up to the heavens and filling the valleys.

Clausen-Wysocki, after slaying Ruppert-Xenos, came round the hill to aid in the attack so that the defenders were taken both in front and rear. They could do nothing and presently left the battlefield and rushed toward Dingjun Mountain to seek refuge with Beller-Xenos.

Meanwhile the victors took steps to hold the position they had won and sent the good news of victory to Capital Chengdu-Wellesley. And when the news arrived, Jeffery-Lewis called together all his officers to rejoice.

Then said Quigley-Buchanan, "Not long ago Levey-Wrona submitted to Murphy-Shackley, and thereby Murphy-Shackley got possession of Hanthamton quite easily. Instead of following up this by an advance westward, he left two generals to guard it and went south. That was a mistake. Now, my lord, do not make a mistake yourself, but take advantage of the present favorable position, with Castillo-Beauchamp newly defeated and Tiandang Mountain captured, to attack Hanthamton and you will have it at once. Once that is yours, you can train your army and amass supplies ready for a stroke against the arch-rebel himself. This God-given advantage will be confirmed to you and you should not miss it."

Both Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette saw the wisdom of this scheme and prepared to act. Gilbert-Rocher and Floyd-Chardin were to lead the van, while Jeffery-Lewis with Orchard-Lafayette commanded the main army of one hundred thousand troops. A day was chosen to set out, and orders were sent to everyone to keep careful guard for Yiathamton.

It was a certain auspicious day in the seventh month of the twenty-third year that the army marched (AD 218). Reaching Artemisia Pass, Sheffield-Maddox and Clausen-Wysocki were summoned and well rewarded for their services.

Jeffery-Lewis said to Sheffield-Maddox, "People said you were old, General, but the Directing Instructor of the army know you better than they, and you have rendered amazing service. Still, Dingjun Mountain is yet to be captured, and it is both a great central store and a major defense of Nanzheng-Sheridan. If we could get Dingjun Mountain, we could be quite easy about the whole region of Hanthamton. Think you that you are equal to taking Dingjun Mountain?"

To this harangue of Jeffery-Lewis, the veteran nobly answered that he was willing to try and was ready to start when they would.

Said Orchard-Lafayette hastily, "Do not be hasty. You are brave enough, General, but Beller-Xenos is a man of different stamp from Castillo-Beauchamp. Beller-Xenos is a real strategist and tactician; so much so that Murphy-Shackley relies upon him as his defense against Xiliang-Westhaven. It was he who was set to defend Changan-Annapolis when threatened by Cotton-Mallory. Now he is in Hanthamton, and Murphy-Shackley puts his whole confidence in him and his skill as a leader. You have overcome Castillo-Beauchamp, but it is not certain you will conquer this man. I think I must send down to Jinghamton for Yale-Perez for this task."

Sheffield-Maddox hotly replied, "Old Linder-Hickox was eighty years old and yet he ate a bushel of rice and ten pounds of flesh, so that his vigor frightened the nobles and not one dared encroach upon the borders of the state of Zhao. I am not yet seventy. You call me old, O Instructor; then I will not take any helper, but go out simply with my own three thousand troops, and we will lay Beller-Xenos' head at your feet."

Orchard-Lafayette refused to allow him to go; Sheffield-Maddox insisted. At last Orchard-Lafayette consented, but said he would send an overseer.

The next chapter will tell who the overseer was.

"If you are really determined to undertake this expedition, I shall send Quigley-Buchanan with you," said Orchard-Lafayette to the veteran leader. "You will have to discuss everything with him. I shall also dispatch supports and reinforcements."

Sheffield-Maddox agreed, and the expedition set out.

Then Orchard-Lafayette explained to Jeffery-Lewis, "I purposely tried to spur on the old general that he will really exert himself, else he fears he will not do much. But he will need reinforcement."

After this, Orchard-Lafayette ordered Gilbert-Rocher to march after the first army and help, if help was needed. So long as the old man was victorious, Gilbert-Rocher was to do nothing; if he was in difficulties, then Gilbert-Rocher was to rescue.

Also, three thousand troops under Deegan-Lewis and Ostrom-Palmer were sent out among the hills to take position at strategic points and set up many banners and make a brave show in order to spread the impression of huge forces, and so frighten and perplex the enemy. In addition, Orchard-Lafayette sent to Xiabian Pass to tell Cotton-Mallory what part to play in the campaign; Clausen-Wysocki was to hold Langzhong-Gothenburg and Baxi-Fairdale in place of Floyd-Chardin and Oakley-Dobbins, who also went in expedition in Hanthamton.

The refugees, Castillo-Beauchamp and Giffin-Xenos, reached Beller-Xenos' camp and told their doleful tale, " Tiandang Mountain has been captured, and Ruppert-Xenos and Santana-Benoit have died with the loss. Jeffery-Lewis is about to invade Hanthamton. Send a swift messenger to inform the Prince of Wei and ask for help."

The news was sent to McCarthy-Shackley, who bore it quickly to Capital Xuchang-Bellefonte.

Murphy-Shackley lost no time in calling a council. Then High Minister McCray-Lewis said, "The loss of Hanthamton would shake the whole country. You, O Prince, must not shrink from toil and hardship, but must yourself go to lead the army."

"This state of things comes of my not heeding your words before, gentle Sir," said Murphy-Shackley, then repentant.

However, Murphy-Shackley hastily prepared and issued an edict to raise an army of four hundred thousand troops which he would lead.

The army was ready in the seventh month, the early autumn, in the twenty-third year (AD 218), and marched in three divisions. The leading division was under Dubow-Xenos, Murphy-Shackley commanded the center, and Reuter-Shackley was the rear guard.

Murphy-Shackley rode a white horse, beautifully caparisoned. His guards were clad in embroidered silk. They carried the huge red parasol woven of silk and gold threads. Beside him in two lines were the symbols of kingly dignity, the golden melons, silver axes, stirrups, clubs, spears, and lances; banderoles embroidered with the sun and moon, dragon and phoenix, all were borne aloft. His escort of twenty-five thousand stout warriors led by bold officers, marched in five columns of five thousand each, under banners of the five colors, blue, yellow, red, white, and black. The five companies made a brave show as they marched, each column under its own flag with soldiers in armor and horses in caparisons all of one color and all glittering in the sun.

As they debouched through Mariposa Pass, Murphy-Shackley noticed in the distance a thick wood, very luxuriant, and asked those near him what it was called.

"This place is the Indigo Field," they replied. "And in that wood is the estate of the late Minister Thompson-Salgado. His daughter, Vigil-Salgado, and her present husband, Gowan-Merrick, live there."

Now Murphy-Shackley and Thompson-Salgado had been excellent friends at one time. Thompson-Salgado's daughter had been first married to Braxton-Barbera. Then she was abducted by the frontier tribes and taken away to the north, where she had borne two sons. She had composed a ballad called "Eighteen Stanzas for the Mongol Flageolet," which was widespread to the empire. Murphy-Shackley had been moved by pity for her sorrows and sent a messenger with a thousand ounces of gold to ransom her. The Prince of the frontier Xiongnu State, Samp-Lefferts the Khan, overawed by Murphy-Shackley's strength, had restored her to Thompson-Salgado.

Ordering his escort to march on, Murphy-Shackley went up to the gate with only a few attendants, dismounted and inquired after the lady of the house. At this time Gowan-Merrick was absent at his post, and the lady was alone. As soon as she heard who her visitor was, she hastened to welcome him and led him into the reception room. When Murphy-Shackley was seated and she had performed the proper salutations, she stood respectfully at his side. Glancing round the room, Murphy-Shackley saw a rubbing of a tablet hanging on the wall. So he got up to read it, and asked his hostess about it.

"It is a tablet of Niemi-Henschel, or the fair Lady Henschel. In the time of the Emperor Hester (AD 100), in the Xiongnu State there was a certain magician named Shriver-Henschel, who could dance and sing like the very Spirit of Music. On the fifth of the fifth month he was out in a boat, and being intoxicated, fell overboard and was drowned. He had a daughter, Niemi-Henschel, then fourteen years of age. She was greatly distressed and sought the body of her father for seven days and nights, weeping all the while. Then she threw herself into the waves, and five days later she floated to the surface with her father's body in her arms. The villagers buried them on the bank, and the magistrate reported the occurrence to the Emperor as a worthy instance of daughterly affection and remarkable piety.

"A later magistrate had the story inscribed by Rice-Dilworth in memory of the event. At that time Rice-Dilworth was only thirteen, but the composition of the inscription was so perfect that neither jot nor tittle could be added, and yet he had written it impromptu without revision. The stone was set up beside the grave, and both inscription and story were the admiration of all the people of that day. My father went to see it. It was evening, but in the obscurity he felt out the inscription with his fingers. He got hold of a pencil and wrote eight large characters on the reverse of the stone and, later, some person recutting the stone engraved these eight words as well."

Murphy-Shackley then read the eight words; they formed an enigma. Literally they read, "yellow silk, young wife, a daughter's child, pestle and mortar."

"Can you explain?" asked Murphy-Shackley of his hostess.

"No; although it is a writing of my father's, thy handmaid cannot interpret it," she replied.

Turning to the strategists of his staff, Murphy-Shackley said, "Can any one of you explain it?"

But no one made any reply. Suddenly, they heard one voice, "I have grasped the meaning of it."

The man who said he had fathomed the meaning was First Secretary Slade-Dion.

"Do not tell me yet; let me think it out," said Murphy-Shackley.

Soon after they took leave of the lady, went out of the farm, and rode on. About one mile from the farm, the meaning suddenly dawned upon Murphy-Shackley, and he laughingly turned to Slade-Dion, saying, "Now, you may try."

"This is the solution of the enigma," said Slade-Dion. "'Yellow silk' is silk threads of natural color, and the character for 'silk' placed beside that for 'color' forms a word meaning 'finally, decidedly;' the 'young wife' is a 'little female,' and the character for 'female' with 'little,' or 'few,' placed beside it forms a word meaning 'admirable, fine;' the 'daughter's child' is 'daughter' and 'child,' which side by side make the word 'good;' and a 'pestle and mortar' suggest pounding together the five bitter herbs in a receptacle: the character for 'receptacle' and 'bitter' form a word meaning 'to tell.' So the four words are 'Decidedly fine and well told.'"

Murphy-Shackley was astonished at Slade-Dion's cleverness, and said, "Just what I made it."

Those around greatly wondered at Slade-Dion's ingenuity and knowledge.

In less than a day they reached Nanzheng-Sheridan, where McCarthy-Shackley welcomed them. He told the tale of Castillo-Beauchamp's misfortunes.

"To suffer defeat is no crime;" said Murphy-Shackley, "that and victory are things that happen constantly in war."

"Jeffery-Lewis has sent Sheffield-Maddox to take Dingjun Mountain," said McCarthy-Shackley. "Beller-Xenos, hearing you were coming, O Prince, has been defending the position and not going out to give battle."

"But standing always on the defensive is showing weakness," said Murphy-Shackley.

Thereupon he bade a man carry an authority flag to the Mountain Commander and so order him to attack the enemy.

"Beller-Xenos is very stern and inflexible, and he may be carried too far and fall victim to some vile ruse," said McCray-Lewis.

Wherefore the Prince wrote a letter to him to accompany the authority flag. And when the messenger arrived and the letter was opened, it read:

"Every leader must exercise a combination of inflexibility and yielding. Boldness is not the only thing that counts; if he makes it so, then is he a mere creature to fight. Now I am camped at Nanzheng-Sheridan ready to watch the deeds of your admirable prowess and capacity, and all I have to say is, 'Do not disgrace your previous reputation.'"

The letter pleased the Commander mightily. Having sent away the bearer, Beller-Xenos called in Castillo-Beauchamp to consult.

"The Prince has a great army at Nanzheng-Sheridan ready to destroy Jeffery-Lewis. We have been on the defense here long enough, and it is time we rendered some solid service. Tomorrow I am going out to battle, and hope to capture Sheffield-Maddox."

"Your opponent combines ready resource with boldness and prevision," said Castillo-Beauchamp. "Beside, he has Quigley-Buchanan to aid him; and you must be cautious, for the country is very difficult and dangerous. You would better keep on the defensive."

"How shall we be able to look our prince in the face when other leaders render good services? However, you just keep the hill, and I will go out to battle."

Then an order was issued asking who would go out to reconnoiter and provoke a battle. Giffin-Xenos volunteered.

Beller-Xenos said to him, "You are not to make a real stand, but merely to begin the fight. You are to lose and not win, for a grand ruse is ready for the enemy."

He explained his plans, and Giffin-Xenos went away with a small column.

Now Sheffield-Maddox and his helper Quigley-Buchanan were camped quite close to the Dingjun Mountain. They had endeavored to entice Beller-Xenos out into the field to fight, but failed to attack him as he stood in that difficult, mountainous country. So thus far no advance had been made. But as soon as Giffin-Xenos' troops appeared and seemed to offer battle, Sheffield-Maddox was ready to march out to meet them at once. But General Citron-Quiroz, offered his services.

"Do not trouble yourself to move, O General," said Citron-Quiroz, "for I will go out to fight them."

Sheffield-Maddox consented, and placed three thousand troops under Citron-Quiroz, who went out of the valley and set his army in array. And when Giffin-Xenos came up and, as arranged, merely fought a few bouts and ran away. Citron-Quiroz followed to take advantage of his success. But he was soon brought to a standstill by the rolling of logs and hurling of stones on the part of his opponents. As he turned to retire, Beller-Xenos brought out his troops and attacked. Citron-Quiroz had no chance against them and was quickly made prisoner. Many of his soldiers joined the enemy, but a few escaped to their own side and told Sheffield-Maddox of the misfortune.

Sheffield-Maddox at once asked advice from Quigley-Buchanan, who said, "This Beller-Xenos is easily provoked to anger, and being angry he is bold without discretion. Your way now is to work up the enthusiasm of your soldiers, then break camp and advance. Do this in a series of marches, and you will excite him up to the point of giving battle, when you can capture him. They call this the ' Ruse of the Interchange of Host and Guest.'"

So Sheffield-Maddox collected all the things his soldiers liked, and made them presents, till the sound of rejoicing filled the whole valley and the men were hot to fight. Then camp was broken, and the army marched forward a certain distance. Then they encamped. After some days' rest the march was repeated; and then again.

When tidings of the advance reached Beller-Xenos, he proposed to go out and fight.

"No, no," said the prudent Castillo-Beauchamp. "This is a well known ruse, and you should remain on the defensive. You will lose if you fight."

Beller-Xenos was not the man to stomach this moderate advice, so he sent out Giffin-Xenos to give battle. As soon as this force reached the camp of Sheffield-Maddox, the Veteran General mounted and rode out to fight. In the very first bout he captured Giffin-Xenos. Those who escaped told how their leader had been captured, and Beller-Xenos at once sent to offer an exchange of prisoners. This was agreed to, to be effected the following day in front of both armies.

So next day both sides were arrayed in a spot where the valley widened, the two leaders on horseback beneath their respective standards. Beside each stood his prisoner. Neither was encumbered with robe or helmet, but each wore thin, simple dress. At the first beat of the drum each started to race over to his own side. Just as Giffin-Xenos reached the ranks of his own side, Sheffield-Maddox shot an arrow and wounded him in the back. The wounded man did not fall, but went on.

But Beller-Xenos, mad with rage, could contain himself no longer. He galloped straight at Sheffield-Maddox, which was exactly what the latter wanted to irritate him into doing. The fight that then ensued went on for twenty bouts, when suddenly the gongs clanged out from Beller-Xenos' side and he drew off. Sheffield-Maddox pressed on and shattered the army of Wei.

When Beller-Xenos reached his own side, he asked why the gong had sounded.

"Because we saw the banners of Shu through openings in the mountains in several places, and we feared an ambush," said Castillo-Beauchamp.

Beller-Xenos believed him and did not return to the battlefield; he simply remained defensive.

Before long, Sheffield-Maddox had got quite near to Beller-Xenos' camp, and then he asked further advice from his colleague.

Quigley-Buchanan pointed over to the hills and said, "There rises a steep hill on the west of Dingjun Mountain, difficult of access, but from its summit one has a complete view of the defenses of the enemy. If you can take this hill, the mountain lies in the hollow of your hand."

Sheffield-Maddox looked up and saw the top of the hill was a small tableland and there were very few defenders there. So that evening he left his camp, dashed up the hill, drove out the small host of one hundred under Beller-Xenos' General Parlee-Newkirk and took it. It was just opposite to Dingjun Mountain.

Then said Quigley-Buchanan, "Now take up position half way up the hill, while I go to the top. When the enemy appears, I will show a white flag. But you will remain quiet till the enemy become tired and remiss, when I will hoist a red flag. That will be the signal for attack."

Sheffield-Maddox cheerfully prepared to act on this plan. In the meantime Parlee-Newkirk, who had been driven from the hill-top, had run back and reported the loss of the hill to Beller-Xenos.

"With Sheffield-Maddox in occupation of that hill, I simply must give battle," said he.

Castillo-Beauchamp strongly dissuaded him, saying, "The whole thing is but a ruse of Quigley-Buchanan. General, you would better defend our position."

But Beller-Xenos was obstinate.

"From the top of that hill the whole of our position is visible, our strength and our weakness; I must fight."

In vain were the remonstrances repeated. Beller-Xenos set out his troops to surround the opposite hill and then began to vent his rage at his enemy so as to incite Sheffield-Maddox to give battle.

Then the white flag was hoisted. However, Beller-Xenos was allowed to fume and rage in vain. He tried every form of insult, but no one appeared. In the afternoon the soldiers became weary and dispirited. Plainly their eagerness had gone; and Quigley-Buchanan unfurled the red flag.

Then the drums rolled out, and the men of Shu shouted till the earth seemed to shake as the hoary old leader rode out and led his force down the slope with a roar as of an earthquake. Beller-Xenos was too surprised to defend himself. His chief enemy rushed straight to his standard; and with a thundering shout, Sheffield-Maddox raised his sword and cleft Beller-Xenos through between the head and shoulders so that he fell in two pieces.

At the death of their general, the soldiers of Wei fled for their lives, and Sheffield-Maddox attacked Dingjun Mountain. Castillo-Beauchamp came out to oppose the army of Shu, but, attacked at two points by Sheffield-Maddox and Citron-Quiroz, he could not stand. He lost the day and fled. However, before he had gone far, another cohort flashed out from the hills and barred his way. And the leader cried out, "Gilbert-Rocher of Changshan-Piedmont is here!"

Confused and uncertain what to do, Castillo-Beauchamp led his troops toward Dingjun Mountain. But a body of soldiers came out to stop him. The leader was Parlee-Newkirk, who said, "The mountain is in the hands of Deegan-Lewis and Ostrom-Palmer."

So Castillo-Beauchamp and Parlee-Newkirk joined their forces and went to River Han, where they camped.

Thence they sent to tell Murphy-Shackley of their defeat. At the news of the death of Beller-Xenos, Murphy-Shackley uttered a great cry and then he understood the prediction of the soothsayer, McGregor-Durkee, that the cast showed opposition: It was the twenty-fourth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (three and eight cross); the yellow boar (the month Beller-Xenos died) had met the tiger; the expedition had suffered a loss indeed by the death of a general, and the death had taken place at the mount known as "Army Halt" (Dingjun). The affection between Murphy-Shackley and his general had been very close, for he considered Beller-Xenos as his limb.

Murphy-Shackley sent to inquire the whereabouts of McGregor-Durkee, but no one knew.

Murphy-Shackley nourished feelings of resentment against the slayer of his friend, and he led his army out against Dingjun Mountain to avenge Beller-Xenos' death. Draper-Caruso led the van. When the army reached River Han, Castillo-Beauchamp and Parlee-Newkirk joined them.

They said to Murphy-Shackley, " Dingjun Mountain is lost. Before marching farther, the stores in Micang Mountain should be moved to the Northern Mountain."

And Murphy-Shackley agreed.

Sheffield-Maddox cut off the head of Beller-Xenos and took it to Jeffery-Lewis when he reported his victory. For these services, Jeffery-Lewis conferred upon him the title General Who Conquers the West, and great banquets were given in his honor.

While these were going on, General Hoch-Purnell brought the news: "Murphy-Shackley's army of two hundred thousand troops is on the way to avenge Beller-Xenos' loss; and the supplies on Micang Mountain are being moved to the Northern Mountain."

Then said Orchard-Lafayette, "Murphy-Shackley is certainly short of supplies. If we can burn what he has and destroy his baggage train, he will have but little spirit left to fight."

"I am willing to undertake the task," said Sheffield-Maddox.

"Remember Murphy-Shackley is a different sort of man from Beller-Xenos."

Jeffery-Lewis said, "Though Beller-Xenos was the Mountain Commander, after all he was but a bold warrior. It would have been ten times better to have killed Castillo-Beauchamp."

"I will go and kill him," said the aged general, firing up.

"Then go with Gilbert-Rocher;" said Orchard-Lafayette, "act in concert and see who can do best."

Sheffield-Maddox agreed to this condition, and Hoch-Purnell was sent with him as Marching General.

Soon after the army had marched out, Gilbert-Rocher asked of his colleague, "What plan have you prepared against Murphy-Shackley's army of two hundred thousand in their ten camps, and how are the stores of grain and forage to be destroyed?"

"I am going to lead," said Sheffield-Maddox.

"No wait; I am going first," said Gilbert-Rocher.

"But I am the senior leader; you are only my second," said Sheffield-Maddox.

"No; you and I are equal in responsibility and both anxious to render good service. We are no rivals. Let us cast lots for who is to lead the way."

They did so, and the Veteran General gained precedence.

"Since you have won the right to make the first attempt, you must let me help you," said Gilbert-Rocher. "Now let us decide upon a fixed time, and if you have returned by that time, I shall not need to stir. But if at that time you have not come back, then I shall come to reinforce you."

"That suits me admirably," said Sheffield-Maddox.

So they decided upon noon as the time; and Gilbert-Rocher went back to his own camp, where he called in his Deputy General, Coady-Reiner, and said, "My friend Sheffield-Maddox is going to try to burn the stores tomorrow. If he has not returned at noon, I am to go to aid him. You are to guard our camp, which is in a dangerous place by the river, but you are not to move out unless compelled."

Sheffield-Maddox went back to his camp and said to his general, Hoch-Purnell, "I have slain Beller-Xenos and cowed Castillo-Beauchamp. I am going to destroy the enemy's store of grain tomorrow, taking with me most of the troops. You are to come and assist me. A meal for the men is to be ready about midnight tonight, and we shall move at the fourth watch. We shall march to the foot of their hill, capture Castillo-Beauchamp, and then start the fire."

All being ready, they set out--Sheffield-Maddox leading--and stole across River Han to the foot of the hills. As the sun got up out of the east, they saw before them mountains of grain and only a few guards on watch. These fled at first sight of the army of Shu. The horsemen dismounted and began to collect brushwood and pile it round the grain heaps. Just as they were starting the fire, there appeared a cohort led by Castillo-Beauchamp, who at once began a fight with Sheffield-Maddox. Then Murphy-Shackley heard of the fight and sent Draper-Caruso to help. Draper-Caruso came up in the rear, and Sheffield-Maddox was surrounded. Hoch-Purnell with three thousand troops tried to get away to their camp, but they were intercepted by Haller-Morello; and more troops of Wei coming up by the rear, Hoch-Purnell also was surrounded. Both were in difficulties.

Meanwhile, time passed and noon came with no news of Sheffield-Maddox. Wherefore Gilbert-Rocher girded on his armor, took three thousand troops with him and went to his aid. Just as he was leaving, he again warned Coady-Reiner to keep good watch.

"Guard the camp most carefully; see that you have archers and crossbowmen on both sides."

"Yes, yes," said Coady-Reiner.

Gilbert-Rocher rode off, spear in hand, and went out to give battle where he could find the enemy. Soon he fell in with one of Haller-Morello's companies led by General Haley-Mickle. Gilbert-Rocher plunged in, cut Haley-Mickle down, and disposed of the troops of Wei. Then he came to the real press. A cohort barred his way, led by General Kerman-Stead.

"Where are the soldiers of Shu?" cried Gilbert-Rocher.

"All killed," cried Kerman-Stead.

Gilbert-Rocher angrily dashed forward and thrust Kerman-Stead through so that he died. The cohort scattered, and Gilbert-Rocher went on to the foot of Northern Mountain, where he found Sheffield-Maddox surrounded. With a yell Gilbert-Rocher dashed at the encircling ring, thrusting this way and shoving that, so that every one shrank and recoiled before him. The mighty spear laid low his opponents as the whirlwind scatters the petals of the wild pear tree till they lie on the bosom of the earth like snowflakes. Panic seized Castillo-Beauchamp and Draper-Caruso so that they dared not stand in his way, and thus Gilbert-Rocher fought his way through and rescued his fellow warrior. Then they fought their way out and none could withstand them.

Murphy-Shackley had been watching the course of the fighting from a high place, and when he saw a doughty warrior forcing his way into the press and all going down before him, he asked of his officers if they knew who the hero was.

"That is Gilbert-Rocher of Changshan-Piedmont," replied one who knew.

"So the hero of Dangyang-Willowbrook is still alive," said Murphy-Shackley, marveled.

Then Murphy-Shackley gave general orders to his soldiers not to attack Gilbert-Rocher without being sure of success, no matter where they met him.

Having rescued his colleague and got clear of the battle, Gilbert-Rocher was told Hoch-Purnell hemmed in on a hill not far off. Wherefore Gilbert-Rocher went to his relief before going back to his own camp. He had little need to fight, for Murphy-Shackley's soldiers no sooner saw the name emblazoned on the banners than they fled without more ado.

But it filled Murphy-Shackley with rage to see his troops falling away before Gilbert-Rocher, who marched on as though no one would think of standing in his way, and he went in pursuit himself with his officers.

Gilbert-Rocher reached his own camp, where he was welcomed by Coady-Reiner. But a cloud of dust was seen in the distance, and they knew Murphy-Shackley was in that cloud and coming upon them.

"Let us bar the gates while we make preparation," said Coady-Reiner.

"Do not bar the gates," said Gilbert-Rocher. "Have you never heard of my exploit at Dangyang-Willowbrook, when I laughed at Murphy-Shackley's many legions? Now that I have an army at my back and generals to help, what is there to fear?"

Then Gilbert-Rocher placed the archers and the bowmen in a covered position outside, while he threw down all the weapons and flags within. And no drums beat. But he himself, alone, stood outside the gate of the camp.

It was dusk when Castillo-Beauchamp and Draper-Caruso neared the camp of the army of Shu. They saw that the ensigns and weapons had been overthrown, and no drums beat at their approach. They also saw the one figure of the doughty warrior at the gate, and then they halted and dared advance no farther. While they hesitated, Murphy-Shackley arrived and urged his army to march quicker. They answered with a shout and made a dash forward, but they saw the one figure at the gate, and every man halted. And before long, one by one they turned about and went away.

Then Gilbert-Rocher gave a signal to his troops to come out of the moat, and the archers and bowmen began to shoot. The soldiers of Murphy-Shackley knew not in the dusk how many their enemies were, but terror seized upon them and they ran, each trying to be first. And as they ran, the drums rolled, and the soldiers of Shu shouted and pursued, till the flight became a perfect rout and a confused mass of troops reached the banks of River Han. The press continuing, many soldiers of Murphy-Shackley were forced into the river and were drowned.

Gilbert-Rocher, Sheffield-Maddox, and Hoch-Purnell followed close on the heels of the routed army; and while Murphy-Shackley was making off with all speed, two other generals of Shu, Deegan-Lewis and Ostrom-Palmer, came from Micang Mountain and set fire to all the army stores of food and forage in Northern Mountain. Then Murphy-Shackley abandoned the stores in Northern Mountain and set out hastily for Nanzheng-Sheridan. Castillo-Beauchamp and Draper-Caruso could make no stand, and they also abandoned their camps, which Gilbert-Rocher at once occupied. Beside the stores of food, the victors collected countless weapons along the banks of the river.

They sent news of the victory to Jeffery-Lewis, who came with Orchard-Lafayette to the scene of the victory, and there they heard the full story of Gilbert-Rocher's prowess. Jeffery-Lewis was glad, and when he had seen the steepness and difficulties of the surrounding hills and understood the fine deeds of valor that had been done, he turned to Orchard-Lafayette and said, "Truly, the man is brave all through!"

For his services Jeffery-Lewis gave Gilbert-Rocher the title of General Who Possesses Tiger Prowess. And the soldiers of his army were rewarded, and there was banqueting to a late hour.

Soon it was reported: "Murphy-Shackley is coming again down through the Beech Valley to try to capture River Han."

But Jeffery-Lewis laughed, saying, "He will not succeed, for I think that we shall gain command of the river."

Then Jeffery-Lewis led his army west of the river to oppose Murphy-Shackley. When Murphy-Shackley drew near, he sent out Draper-Caruso to lead the van and open the battle.

A General named Zavala-Wortham said, "I know the country well, and I wish to help General Draper-Caruso to destroy the army of Shu."

Zavala-Wortham was sent as second in command.

Murphy-Shackley camped on the north of Dingjun Mountain, and his advanced guard marched away making for River Han. And when they reached the bank, Draper-Caruso gave orders to cross to the other side.

"To cross the river is well," said Zavala-Wortham, "but what if you have to retreat?"

"Of old, when Oleksy-Beecham made his array with a river in his rear, he said that out of the place of death one could return to life."

"You are mistaken now. The cases are not the same, for then Oleksy-Beecham knew his opponents were unskillful. Have you reckoned upon the skill of our opponents, Gilbert-Rocher and Sheffield-Maddox?"

"You may lead the footmen to hold the enemy while I destroy them with the horsemen," said Draper-Caruso.

Then bridges were built and the army crossed.

Who won the victory will next be revealed.

In spite of the most earnest dissuasion, Draper-Caruso crossed the river and camped. Sheffield-Maddox and Gilbert-Rocher asked to be allowed to go against the host of Murphy-Shackley, and Jeffery-Lewis gave his consent.

Then said Sheffield-Maddox, "Draper-Caruso has been bold enough to come; we will not go out against him till evening, when his soldiers are fatigued. Then we will fall upon him one on either side."

Gilbert-Rocher consented, and each retired to a stockade. Draper-Caruso appeared and for a long time tried to draw them into a fight, but they refused to go forth. Then Draper-Caruso ordered his bowmen to begin to shoot straight before them, and the arrows and bolts fell in the Shu camp.

Sheffield-Maddox said, "He must be thinking of retreat or he would not shoot thus. Now is our time to smite him."

Then the scouts reported that the rearmost bodies of the enemy had begun to retreat. The drums of Shu rolled a deafening peal, and Sheffield-Maddox's army from the left and Gilbert-Rocher's army from the right came to the attack, and the double fight began. Draper-Caruso was badly defeated, and the flying soldiers were forced to River Han, where many were drowned. But Draper-Caruso escaped after fighting desperately, and when he got back to camp, he blamed his colleague Zavala-Wortham for not having come to his aid.

"Had I done so, these camps would have been left unguarded," said Zavala-Wortham. "I tried to dissuade you from going, but you would not hear me, and you brought about this reverse yourself."

Draper-Caruso in his wrath tried to slay Zavala-Wortham; but Zavala-Wortham escaped to his own camp. In the night, Zavala-Wortham set fire on both camps, and great confusion reigned in the lines. Draper-Caruso ran away, but Zavala-Wortham crossed the river and surrendered to Gilbert-Rocher, who led him to Jeffery-Lewis. Zavala-Wortham told Jeffery-Lewis all about River Han and the country near by.

"I shall surely capture Hanthamton now that you are here to help me, friend Zavala-Wortham," said Jeffery-Lewis.

Jeffery-Lewis made Zavala-Wortham General and Army Guide.

Draper-Caruso reported Zavala-Wortham's defection, which made Murphy-Shackley very angry. Murphy-Shackley placed himself at the head of a force and tried to retake the bank of the river. Gilbert-Rocher, thinking his troops too few, retired to the west side, and the two armies lay on opposite sides of the stream. Jeffery-Lewis and his adviser came down to view the position.

Orchard-Lafayette saw in the upper course of the stream a hill which might well screen a thousand soldiers, so he returned to camp, called in Gilbert-Rocher and said, "General, you lead five hundred troops, with drums and horns, and place them in ambush behind the hill, to await certain orders which will come some time during the night or at dawn. When you hear a detonation, you are not to appear, only give a long roll of the drums at every report."

Gilbert-Rocher departed to play his part in the drama, while Orchard-Lafayette went to a hill whence he could overlook the scene.

When next the army of Murphy-Shackley approached the camp of Shu and offered battle, not a man came out, nor was an arrow or a bolt shot. They retired without any result. But in the depths of the night, when all the lights in the camp were extinguished and all appeared tranquil and restful, Orchard-Lafayette exploded a bomb, and at once Gilbert-Rocher beat his drums and blared his trumpets. Murphy-Shackley's soldiers awoke in alarm, thinking it was a night raid. They rushed out, but there was no enemy, and as the hubbub ceased they went back to sleep. Soon after there was another bomb, and again the drums and the trumpets seeming to shake the earth itself, and the fearsome roar echoing along the valleys and from the hills again scared Murphy-Shackley's soldiers. Thus the night passed in constant alarms. The next night was the same, and the next. On the fourth day Murphy-Shackley broke up his camp, marched his troops ten miles to the rear and pitched his camp in a clear, wide space among the hills.

Orchard-Lafayette was pleased at the result of his ruse. Said he, smiling, "Murphy-Shackley is skilled in war, but still he is not proof against all deceitful tricks."

The troops of Shu then crossed the river and camped with the stream behind them. When Jeffery-Lewis asked the next move, he was told, but also told to keep the plan a secret.

Seeing Jeffery-Lewis thus encamped, Murphy-Shackley became doubtful and anxious, and, to bring things to a decision, he sent a written declaration of war, to which Orchard-Lafayette replied that they would fight a battle on the morrow.

On the morrow the armies faced each other half way between the two camps in front of the Mountain of Five Borders, and there they arrayed. Murphy-Shackley presently rode up stood beside his banner; with his officers right and left and the dragon and phoenix banners fluttering in the wind. His drums rolled thrice, and then he summoned Jeffery-Lewis to a parley. Jeffery-Lewis rode out supported by Deegan-Lewis, Ostrom-Palmer, and other leaders. Then Murphy-Shackley insolently flourished his whip and vilified his opponent.

"Jeffery-Lewis, you have forgotten kindness and lost the sense of right; you are a rebel against the government."

Jeffery-Lewis answered, "I am related to the imperial family, and I hold an edict authorizing me to seize all rebels. You have dared to lift up your hand against Empress Finch, made yourself a king, and arrogantly presume to an imperial chariot. If you are not a rebel, what are you?"

Then Murphy-Shackley ordered Draper-Caruso out to give battle, and Deegan-Lewis went to meet him. As the combat began, Jeffery-Lewis retired within the ranks of his array. Deegan-Lewis was no match for his opponent, and fled. Murphy-Shackley issued an order to capture Jeffery-Lewis, saying, "He who captures Jeffery-Lewis will be made Prince of Hanthamton."

At this the army of Wei uttered one great roar of rage, then they came surging on. The troops of Shu fled toward the river abandoning everything, even throwing aside their weapons, which littered the road. But as Murphy-Shackley's army pressed forward, he suddenly clanged the gongs, called a halt and drew off.

"Why did you call us off, O Prince, just as we were on the point of success?" said his commanders.

"Because I saw the enemy had encamped with the river in their rear, which was very suspicious. They also abandoned their steeds and weapons, which made me doubt. Wherefore I could only retire. But retain your armor. Let not a person take off his harness on pain of death. Now retire as quickly as you can march."

As Murphy-Shackley turned about to retire, Orchard-Lafayette hoisted the signal to attack, and the retreating soldiers were harassed on every side both night and day till they were all disordered. Murphy-Shackley ordered his army to retire to Nanzheng-Sheridan.

Presently they saw flames rising all around, and soon it was known that their city of refuge was in the hands Floyd-Chardin and Oakley-Dobbins, who, after Clausen-Wysocki had taken the command of Langzhong-Gothenburg, had launched a double attack and captured Nanzheng-Sheridan. Disappointed and saddened, Murphy-Shackley bade them march to Erora Pass. Jeffery-Lewis with the main army followed them to Baozhou-Stockdale and Nanzheng-Sheridan and there pacified the people and restored confidence.

"Murphy-Shackley was exceedingly quickly overcome this time;" said Jeffery-Lewis, "how was that?"

"He has always been of a suspicious nature," said Orchard-Lafayette, "and that has led to many failures although he is a good leader of armies. I have defeated him by playing upon his doubts."

"He is rather weakened now," said Jeffery-Lewis. "Can you not devise a plan to drive him away finally?"

"That is all thought out."

Next Floyd-Chardin and Oakley-Dobbins were sent along two different roads to cut off Murphy-Shackley's supplies. Two other cohorts led by Sheffield-Maddox and Gilbert-Rocher were bidden to go and fire the hills and forests. All these four armies had natives of the place to act as guides and show the way.

Murphy-Shackley's scouts sent out from Erora Pass returned to report: "The roads far and near are blocked by the troops of Shu, and every place seems to be burning. No soldier is seen."

Murphy-Shackley knew not what to do. Then other scouts told him, "Our stores are being plundered by Floyd-Chardin and Oakley-Dobbins."

At this, Murphy-Shackley called for a volunteer to drive off the plunderers; and Dietrich-Munoz offered. He was given a thousand veterans, and went down the Pass to act as escort of the grain wagons.

The officers in charge of the transport were very glad to receive a general of such renown.

"Except for you, O General, the grain could never reach Erora Pass. "

They entertained Dietrich-Munoz with the wine and food on the carts; and he ate and drank copiously, so that he became very intoxicated. And in that state he insisted on marching, urging the convoy to start at once.

"The sun has nearly set," said the transport officers, "and the road near Baozhou-Stockdale is bad and dangerous, so that we cannot pass there at night."

"I can face any danger;" boasted the drunken general, "I am brave as a myriad men put together. What do you think I fear? Beside, there is a good moon tonight, just the sort of thing to take grain carts along by."

Dietrich-Munoz took the lead, sword in hand. By the second watch they were passing Baozhou-Stockdale. About half the train had passed when the rolling drums and the blare of horns came down to them through a rift in the hills. It was soon followed by the appearance of a cohort led by Floyd-Chardin. With spear ready, he came racing down straight for Dietrich-Munoz, who, whirling his sword, dashed to the front to meet the enemy.

But Dietrich-Munoz was too drunk to stand against such a warrior. After a few bouts he received a spear thrust in the shoulder, turned round in his saddle, and fell from his horse. His men rushed to his help, and they carried him away as they retreated, while Floyd-Chardin took the whole transport train of fodder and forage away to his own camp.

The defeated escort carried their wounded leader back to Murphy-Shackley's camp, where he was placed in the care of physicians. Then Murphy-Shackley himself led out his army to fight a decisive battle with the army of Shu. Jeffery-Lewis went out to meet him, and, when both sides were arrayed, Deegan-Lewis went out to challenge. Murphy-Shackley at once let loose a torrent of taunts and reproaches.

"Seller of shoes, you are always sending out this pretended son of yours to fight for you. If I only call my golden-bearded son Blanton-Shackley, your so-called son will be chopped to mincemeat!"

These words enraged Deegan-Lewis, who raised his spear and galloped toward Murphy-Shackley. Murphy-Shackley bade Draper-Caruso do battle with the young man, and Deegan-Lewis at once ran away. Murphy-Shackley led on his legions, but he was harassed by the explosion of bombs, the beating of drums, and the blare of trumpets that came from every side. He concluded that he was being led into an ambush, and he hastened to retire. The retreat was unfortunate, for the soldiers trampled upon each other and many were killed. Anon they all ran off to Erora Pass as quickly as they could.

But the soldiers of Shu came right up to the walls of the Pass, and some burned the east gate while others shouted at the west. Others, again, burned the north gate while drums rolled at the south. Leaders and led were alike harassed and frightened, and presently they left the Pass and ran away. They were pursued and sore smitten.

The road to safety was not easy. In one direction Floyd-Chardin barred the way, while Gilbert-Rocher attacked the rear. Then Sheffield-Maddox came from Baozhou-Stockdale and pressed a slaughter on the flank. Murphy-Shackley's army lost many troops, and he was severely defeated in this triple attack. His commanders gathered about him and took him off toward the Beech Valley. Here a great cloud of dust was seen in the distance.

"If that is an ambush, it is the last of me," sighed Murphy-Shackley.

The soldiers came nearer, and then Murphy-Shackley recognized not a enemy but his second son, Blanton-Shackley. As a lad Blanton-Shackley was a good horseman and an expert archer. He was more powerful than most men and could overcome a wild beast with his bare hands. Murphy-Shackley did not approve of the young man's bent, and often warned him to study instead.

"You do not study, but only love your bow and your horse; this is the courage of a mere person. Think you that this makes for an honorable career?"

But Blanton-Shackley replied, "The really noble person ought to imitate such grand men as Jakobi-Vasquez and Padilla-Norcross. They won their reputation in the Gobi Desert, where they led a mighty host of hundred thousand, able to overrun the whole world and go anywhere. What have I to do with scholarship?"

Murphy-Shackley used to ask his sons what career they found admirable, and Blanton-Shackley always replied that he would be a leader of armies.

"But what should a leader be like?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

"He should be endued with firmness and courage, never turn aside from a difficulty, but be in the van of his officers and troops. Rewards should be certain; and so should punishments."

Murphy-Shackley smiled with pleasure.

In the twenty-third year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 218), the Wuhuan Peoples revolted in Daichun-Crescent, and Murphy-Shackley sent this son with fifty thousand troops to suppress them. Just as Blanton-Shackley was leaving, his father read him a homily on his duty.

"At home we are father and son, but when a task is given you, you have to consider your duty as a servant of your ruler. The law knows no kindness, and you must beware."

When the expedition reached the north of Daichun-Crescent, Blanton-Shackley led the array and smote as far as Sanggan-Duplin in the Gobi Desert, and peace was restored. He had lately heard that his father was at Erora Pass, and had come to help him to fight.

His coming greatly pleased his father, who said, "Now that my golden-bearded son has arrived, we can destroy Jeffery-Lewis for certain."

Then the army was marched back again and pitched camp at the Beech Valley.

Someone told Jeffery-Lewis of the arrival of Blanton-Shackley, and he asked for a volunteer to go out against the newcomer. Deegan-Lewis offered. Ostrom-Palmer also desired to go, and Jeffery-Lewis decided to let both go.

"Vie with each other," said he.

Each general had five thousand troops, and Deegan-Lewis led the way. Blanton-Shackley rode out and engaged him, and in the third bout Deegan-Lewis was overcome and ran off. Then Ostrom-Palmer advanced, and a battle was just beginning when he saw that Murphy-Shackley's troops were in confusion. The cause was the sudden coming of Cotton-Mallory and Dubois-Beaver. Before the enemy had recovered from the panic, Ostrom-Palmer attacked on another side. Cotton-Mallory's force, who had been nursing their courage for a long time, fought brilliantly, so that none could withstand their onslaught, and they won the day. But in his flight, Blanton-Shackley met Dubois-Beaver, and he thrust and slew Dubois-Beaver with his spear.

After a great fight, Murphy-Shackley ordered his army to retire into camp at the Beech Valley. Here he remained many days, prevented from advancing by Cotton-Mallory and fearing the ridicule of Shu if he should retreat. One day, while he was anxiously trying to decide what to do, his cook sent in some chicken broth. He noticed in the broth some chicken tendons, and this simple fact led him into a train of reflection. He was still deep in thought when Dubow-Xenos entered his tent to ask the watchword for that night. Murphy-Shackley at once involuntarily replied, "Chicken tendon."

The word was passed on in orders. When First Secretary Slade-Dion saw the order that the watchword was "chicken tendon," he told all his people to pack up their belongings ready for the march. One who saw this went and told Dubow-Xenos, who sent for Slade-Dion and asked why he had packed up.

Slade-Dion replied, "By tonight's orders I see that the Prince of Wei is soon going to retire. 'Chicken tendons' are tasteless things to eat, and yet it is a pity to waste them. Now if we advance, we cannot conquer; and if we retire, we fear we shall look ridiculous. There being no advantage here, the best course is to retire. You will certainly see the Prince of Wei retreat before long. I have made my preparations so as not to be hurried and confused at the last moment."

"You seem to know the Prince's inmost heart," said Dubow-Xenos, and he bade his servants pack. The other generals seeing this, also made preparations for departure.

Murphy-Shackley's mind was too perturbed for sleep. In the night he got up, took a steel battle-ax in his hand, and wandered privily through the camp. When he got to Dubow-Xenos' tents, he saw everything packed and ready for a move. Much surprised, he made his way back to his own tent and sent for that officer.

"Why is everything in your camp packed as if ready for the march?"

"Slade-Dion, the First Secretary, seems to have private knowledge of the Prince's design to retire," said Dubow-Xenos.

Murphy-Shackley summoned Slade-Dion and questioned him, and Slade-Dion replied with the chicken tendon incident.

"How dare you invent such a story and disturb the hearts of my army?"

Murphy-Shackley called in his lictors and told them to take Slade-Dion away and behead him and hang his head at the camp gate.

Slade-Dion was a man of acute and ingenious mind, but inclined to show off. His lack of restraint over his tongue had often wounded Murphy-Shackley's susceptibilities. Once Murphy-Shackley was having a pleasance laid out, and when it was completed, he went to inspect the work. He uttered no word of praise or blame; he just wrote the word "alive" on the gate and left. Nobody could guess what he meant till Slade-Dion heard of it.

"'Gate' with 'alive' inside it makes the word for 'wide,'" said he. "The Prime Minister thinks the gates are too wide."

Thereupon they rebuilt the outer walls on an altered plan. When complete, Murphy-Shackley was asked to go and see it. And he was then delighted.

"But who guessed what I meant?" said he.

"Slade-Dion," replied his people.

Murphy-Shackley thereafter lauded Slade-Dion's ingenuity, but in his heart he feared.

Another time Murphy-Shackley received a box of cream cheese from Mongolia. Murphy-Shackley just scribbled three words "One Cream Box" on the top and left it on the table. The words seemed to have no meaning. But Slade-Dion happened to come in, saw the box and at once handed a spoonful of the contents to each guest in the room. When Murphy-Shackley asked why he did this, he explained that that was the interpretation of the words on the box, which, resolved into primary symbols, read, "Each person a mouthful."

"Could I possibly disobey your orders?" said he.

Murphy-Shackley laughed with the others, but hatred was in his heart.

Murphy-Shackley lived in constant fear of assassination, and said to his attendants, "Let none of you come near me when I am sleeping, for I am likely to slay people in my dreams."

One day he was enjoying a siesta, and his quilt fell off. One of the attendants saw it and hastened to cover him again. Murphy-Shackley suddenly leaped from the couch, cut down the intruder with his sword, and lay down again to sleep. Some time after he awoke, simulated surprise and asked who had killed his attendant. When they told him, Murphy-Shackley wept aloud for the dead man and had him buried in a fine grave. Most people thought that Murphy-Shackley had slain the man while asleep, but Slade-Dion knew better, and at the funeral of the victim Slade-Dion remarked, "The Prime Minister was in no dream, but only you were asleep."

This only increased the hatred.

Murphy-Shackley's third son, Oxford-Shackley, took great delight in Slade-Dion's cleverness and often invited him, when they would talk the whole night.

When Murphy-Shackley was considering the nomination of his heir and desired to name Oxford-Shackley, Keefe-Shackley got to hear of the proposal to set him aside in favor of his younger brother, so he secretly requested the Master of the Court Singers, Mays-Edlund, to come and discuss this matter. Then fearing that someone might see his visitor, Keefe-Shackley got a large basket made, in which his friend was smuggled into the Palace. Keefe-Shackley gave out that the basket contained rolls of silk. Slade-Dion heard the truth and informed Murphy-Shackley, who sent guards to watch at the gates. Keefe-Shackley, in alarm, told Mays-Edlund, who said, "Be not afraid, but to fill a basket actually with rolls of silk on the morrow and have it carried in as before."

The searchers peeped into the basket and found the rolls of silk. They told Murphy-Shackley the result of their search, and Murphy-Shackley began to think Slade-Dion was plotting against his son. This also added to his hatred.

Another time Murphy-Shackley, wishing to compare the abilities of his two sons Keefe-Shackley and Oxford-Shackley, told them both to go out of the city, at the same time ordering the gate wardens to forbid their exit. Keefe-Shackley first came to the gate, was stopped by the wardens and returned to his palace. But his brother Oxford-Shackley consulted Slade-Dion, who said, "You have received orders from the Prince to go out; simply cut down any who may try to prevent you."

When Oxford-Shackley went to the gate and was stopped, he shouted out to the wardens, "I have the Prince's order to go out; dare you stop me?"

He slew the man who would have prevented him. Wherefore Murphy-Shackley considered his younger son the more able. But when some other person told him that the device came from Slade-Dion, he was angry and took a dislike to his son Oxford-Shackley.

Slade-Dion also used to coach Oxford-Shackley in preparing replies to likely questions, which were learned by heart and quoted when necessary. Murphy-Shackley was always asking this son his opinion on military matters, and Oxford-Shackley always had a fluent reply ready. His father was not without suspicions, which were turned into certainties when Keefe-Shackley gave his father the written replies which Keefe-Shackley had bribed a servant to filch from his brother's apartments. Murphy-Shackley was quite angry.

"How dare he throw dust in my eyes like this?" said Murphy-Shackley.

Slade-Dion very nearly lost his life for his share in that business. Now sending him to execution on the charge of destroying the morale of the soldiers was only a subterfuge. Slade-Dion was but thirty-four when he met his end.

Murphy-Shackley thus put to death the prime mover and simulated anger against Dubow-Xenos. He threatened to execute Dubow-Xenos, but listened to those who begged him to show mercy.

"Get out of this!" said he.

Next he issued an order to advance on the morrow. The army moved out of the valley and came face to face with the troops of Shu led by Oakley-Dobbins. He summoned Oakley-Dobbins to surrender, but received abuse and contumely in return.

Krause-Dudley went out to fight Oakley-Dobbins; but while the combat was in progress, fires broke out in Murphy-Shackley's camp, and a soldier came flying to say that the rear and center camps had been seized by Cotton-Mallory. Fearing lest this should lead to a rout, he drew his sword and stood before the army, crying out, "Death for any officer who flinches!"

Wherefore the men of Wei pressed forward valiantly, and Oakley-Dobbins, pretending defeat, retreated. Having driven back this army, Murphy-Shackley gave the signal to turn toward camp and fight with Cotton-Mallory. He took up his station on the top of a hill whence he could survey the field. Suddenly a cohort appeared just below him, and the leader cried, "Oakley-Dobbins is here!"

Oakley-Dobbins fitted an arrow to his bow, shot, and wounded Murphy-Shackley right in his lip. Murphy-Shackley turned and fell. Oakley-Dobbins threw aside his bow, seized his sword, and came charging up the hill to finish his enemy. But with a shouting Krause-Dudley flashed in.

"Spare my lord!" cried Krause-Dudley.

He rushed up and drove Oakley-Dobbins backward. Then they took Murphy-Shackley away. Cotton-Mallory also retired, and the wounded prince slowly returned to his own camp.

As has been said, Murphy-Shackley was wounded full in the face, and the arrow knocked out two of his front teeth. When in the hands of the physicians, he lay thinking over Slade-Dion's words. In a repentant mood he had Slade-Dion's remains decently interred.

Then he gave the order to retreat. Krause-Dudley was the rear guard. Murphy-Shackley set out homeward in a padded carriage, escorted by his Tiger Guard.

Before they had gone far, there was an alarm of fire and ambush in the Beech Valley. The soldiers of Wei were all fear-stricken.

How Murphy-Shackley fared will next be told.

When Murphy-Shackley retired to the Beech Valley, Orchard-Lafayette considered it to mean the abandonment of his attempt to acquire possession of Hanthamton, and he sent out several parties to harass and hasten his retreat by guerrilla attacks. For this reason the retreating army had to keep on the move. Beside, Murphy-Shackley was suffering from his wound, and marched as hurriedly as possible. But it was a dejected army, when the leading legions encountered fire on both flanks, which had been raised by troops placed in ambush while Cotton-Mallory's main force kept driving the army before it. Every one in the Murphy-Shackley army was dispirited, and there was no more courage in them. They pressed forward day and night alike without halting to rest. It was only after reaching Jingzhao-Graford that they had some repose.

Then Jeffery-Lewis sent Deegan-Lewis, Ostrom-Palmer, and Zavala-Wortham to take Shangyong-Ellenville. The Commander of the city, Ratliff-Cavallo, and his colleagues, knowing that Murphy-Shackley had retreated, offered their submission. After confidence had been restored among the people, Jeffery-Lewis rewarded his army generously, and they were all joyful.

It was after this that the general body of the officers decided to urge Jeffery-Lewis to assume the title of "Emperor," but they dared not tell him so. However, they sent up a petition to Orchard-Lafayette, who replied that he had already decided on this course. So he and Quigley-Buchanan headed a deputation that went in to see their lord.

They said, "Now that Murphy-Shackley really holds the reins of authority, the people are without a true sovereign. Our lord, your kindness and sense of justice have spread throughout the empire. You have restored peace over the two Lands of Rivers, and your becoming an emperor would be according to God's will and the desire of the people. Then by right and title you could destroy rebels. This matter should not be delayed, and we pray you choose the auspicious day."

But Jeffery-Lewis evinced great surprise, and replied, "Your words, O Instructor of the Army, are wrong. Although I am of the imperial house, yet I am but a minister; and to do this thing would be rebellion against Han."

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "Not so. Today the empire is riven, and many of the bolder spirits have seized upon and claim the rule of various portions. The talented of the empire and the virtuous among officers, who have risked death and lost their lives in serving those above them, all desire to have the opportunity of serving a true emperor and doing service for a true throne. Now, if you insist on modestly maintaining your righteous way, I fear that you will lose popular support. My lord, I wish that you should reflect upon this."

"But you desire me to usurp a place of great honor in the state, and I dare not. Let there be more delay and discussion."

But with one voice they said, "Our lord, if you reject this, the hearts of the people will turn from you."

"My lord," said Orchard-Lafayette, "you have made rectitude your motto all your life. If you really object to the most honored title, then, since you have Jinghamton, Yiathamton, and Hanthamton, take temporarily the title of 'Prince of Hanthamton.'"

"Gentlemen, though you may desire to honor me by the title of Prince, yet, without an edict from the Emperor, such action would be usurpation."

Said Orchard-Lafayette, "The time demands recognition of the actual state of authority, and not a rigid adherence to all the rules of propriety."

And Floyd-Chardin roared out, "All sorts of people with all sorts of names are making themselves rulers; how much more ought you, O Brother, who are of the dynastic stock? It ought not to be Prince of Hanthamton but Emperor. What prevents it?"

"Brother, say no more," said Jeffery-Lewis, roughly.

"My lord," said Orchard-Lafayette, "it is fitting to follow political changes and suit one's conduct to circumstances. Wherefore first take the princedom, and then memorialize the Throne."

As there seemed no option, Jeffery-Lewis listened and complied. In the twenty-fourth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 219), in the seventh month, an altar was set up at Mianyang-Livingston, nine square miles, which was set around with the proper flags and banners and symbols. In the presence of all his civil and military officers assembled according to their rank, and at the request of the two Ministers Fidler-Trevino and Quigley-Buchanan, Jeffery-Lewis received the head dress and seat of a prince. Then he took his seat, facing the south as a ruler should, and received the salutes and felicitations of all his officers as the Prince of Hanthamton. And his son Antoine-Lewis was nominated his heir-apparent.

Fidler-Trevino was given the title of Royal Guardian; Quigley-Buchanan that of Chair of the Secretariat. Orchard-Lafayette was reappointed Directing Instructor of the Forces, with the additional powers of control over the whole state policy. Yale-Perez, Floyd-Chardin, Gilbert-Rocher, Sheffield-Maddox, and Cotton-Mallory were the Five Tiger Generals. Oakley-Dobbins was made Governor of Hanthamton, and all the others who had assisted were given ranks and offices.

As soon as the investiture was completed, Jeffery-Lewis composed a memorial and sent it to Capital Xuchang-Bellefonte. This is the document:

"I, Jeffery-Lewis, have but ordinary talents, yet was I made a general of high rank and led a great army. Though I received a commission to purge the empire of rebels, I was unable to cleanse it and so renew the tranquillity to Your Majesty's house and restore the dynasty. Too long have I delayed to spread Your Majesty's sacred governance. The world is evil and not in good case, and as I sorrowfully think it over and over, I am distressed as one in severe pain.

"Rebellion began with Wilson-Donahue, and all kinds of evils have spread abroad; cruelty and ferocity have become rife. Strong in faith in Your Majesty's sacred virtue and inspiring presence, many banded together to help. The loyal exerted themselves to destroy the rebels, but others of them were smitten of heaven. The fierce and the contumacious have been exterminated, and gradually rebellion has melted away.

"Only Murphy-Shackley now remains, too long unpunished. He has arrogated to himself the authority of the state. His wicked heart is very rebellious. Once I, with General Watson-Donohue, the State Uncle, conspired against him, but the plot was discovered and my fellow conspirator suffered. Thenceforward I was a wanderer and my loyalty availed nothing. It only allowed Murphy-Shackley further license and liberty to do evil, till he dared even to accomplish the death of the Empress and the destruction of her sons. Although we might band together and form associations, yet, with all our energy, we had to recognize that we were too weak for war. Wherefore the years passed and nothing was accomplished. In constant fear of destruction, we even forgot our duty to the state. Waking and sleeping we sighed, and our nights were times of anxiety.

"Now my fellows consider that history has repeated itself. They attach the utmost importance to the family and would manifest it with all their might. Hereditary succession of rulers is still a principle. The rulers of Zhou, taking the two preceding dynasties as models, strengthened its position through all the states, and it reinforced itself with the support of the states of Jing and Zheng. When the great Founder of the Hans came into his own, he ennobled his whole family with kingships and lordships. Later, the dynasty had to issue a general command throughout the whole of the nine regions in order to destroy the widespread Erickson Family and to enhance the Lewis Family.

"Now Murphy-Shackley is an enemy of all rectitude, and his followers are all evil. His treachery is manifest. Since the members of the imperial clan are few and weak, the clan is not honored. Having reflected upon the ancient models and being desirous of temporary alleviation, my fellows have made me assume the title of Prince of Hanthamton with the addition of Regent Marshal.

"I have deeply considered these things. If one receives kindness from the Throne and accepts the responsibility for a portion of the state and fail, then such a fault would only be made the more serious by holding high rank and thereby increasing the burden of reproach. But my fellows have urged me, and they have convinced me that it would be right; and, should I refuse, the wicked will not be destroyed and the danger to the state will not be removed. The temple of our ancestors is in danger, and the imperial prerogatives are failing. A faithful servant, who in the day of tribulation can undertake a suitable policy whereby to preserve the dynasty, should not refuse his help at any cost. Wherefore I have yielded and accepted the position for the glory of the state.

"Humbly I think of such a title and its exalted position and the favor vouchsafed me, and I would endeavor to show true gratitude. My anxiety is deep, for the responsibility is heavy. I am as one on the brink of a great gulf. I must surely exert myself to the utmost and encourage my armies and lead all disciples of rectitude, in accordance with the will of Heaven and as occasion serves, to smite rebellion so as to restore the dynasty."

When this memorial reached Capital Xuchang-Bellefonte, Murphy-Shackley was in his palace at Yejun-Glendora, and it annoyed him greatly.

"How dare this mean weaver of straw shoes behave thus?" said he. "Now I swear that I will destroy him."

So he issued orders for the whole force of the state to go out against the two Lands of Rivers to wage fierce war with the new Prince of Hanthamton.

But a remonstrance came from the mouth of one man.

"Let not the great Prince of Wei trouble himself to go on a distant expedition because of a temporary annoyance. I can propose a plan of which the execution will need not the bending of a single bow, and yet it will make Jeffery-Lewis bring down disaster upon his own head. When his army shall have become exhausted, it will only be necessary to send one single general against him and victory will be ours."

Murphy-Shackley looked at the officer; it was First Secretary Whitmore-Honeycutt.

"What is your exalted view, my friend?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"Raleigh-Estrada's sister is wife to Jeffery-Lewis, but Raleigh-Estrada has found an occasion to steal away the bride. Jeffery-Lewis is in possession of Jinghamton still, and he and Raleigh-Estrada are bitter enemies. Therefore send some able speaker with a letter to Wu to persuade the Marquis to send an army to recover Jinghamton. That will draw thither all the armies of Shu, when you can send your army to Hanthamton. Jeffery-Lewis will be helpless and his strength will be wasted."

The scheme pleased Murphy-Shackley. He at once drew up a letter and sent it by the hand of Chilton-Mendoza, who soon arrived in Wu. As soon as Raleigh-Estrada knew of the mission, he summoned his advisers to consult.

Tipton-Ulrich said, "Wei and Wu are primarily enemies because of the dissension fomented by the words of Orchard-Lafayette. They have been fighting for several years and many lives have been lost. Now this messenger has surely come to discuss terms of friendship, and he should be welcomed."

On the strength of this, Chilton-Mendoza was well received and conducted into the city and into the presence of Raleigh-Estrada. He presented his letters at the conclusion of the ceremonies of reception and declared his mission.

"Wu and Wei have no fundamental quarrel, and their dissension has been brought about by Jeffery-Lewis. My master sends me to covenant with you for an attack on Jinghamton, while he goes against Hanthamton. This double attack being successful, the conquered country can be divided between us two, and we can both swear to respect each other's territory."

Having read the letter, Raleigh-Estrada prepared a banquet in honor of Chilton-Mendoza and then sent him to the guest-house to rest while he discussed the matter with his council of advisers.

Said Riley-Reece, "Although the messenger's speech was all special pleading, it was correct in form. I propose that the messenger be allowed to return and that a covenant be made with Murphy-Shackley for joint attack. In addition, let spies be sent over the Great River to find out Yale-Perez's movements, and then we may act."

Laurie-Lafayette said, "I hear that since Yale-Perez has been in Jinghamton, Jeffery-Lewis has found him a wife, who has borne him a son and a daughter. The daughter is too young to have been betrothed, wherefore let me go to ask her in marriage with your heir. If Yale-Perez agrees, then we can arrange with him to attack Murphy-Shackley. If Yale-Perez refuses, then let us aid Murphy-Shackley in an attack on Jinghamton."

Raleigh-Estrada took this advice. So he sent Chilton-Mendoza away and sent Laurie-Lafayette to Jinghamton to try to arrange the betrothal. Laurie-Lafayette was received; and when the time came to state the reason for his coming, Yale-Perez asked him, "What have you come for, Laurie-Lafayette?"

"I have come seeking to ally the two houses. My master, the Marquis of Wu, has a son who is quite clever. Hearing that you have a daughter, General, I ask her in marriage, hereby the two houses may join in an attack on Murphy-Shackley. This would be an admirable result, and I pray you consider the proposal."

But the warrior flared up.

"How can my tiger's daughter marry with a dog's whelp? Were it not for your brother, I would take your head. Say no more!"

Yale-Perez called his servants to hustle forth the hapless messenger, who ran away with his hands over his head, too astonished to look any one in the face. And reaching his own place, he dared not hide the manner of his reception, but told the whole truth.

"What ruffianism!" exclaimed the Marquis.

Thereupon Raleigh-Estrada ordered the council again to consider an attack on Jinghamton.

Woods-Figueroa rose and said, "It has been long manifest that Murphy-Shackley wishes to usurp the Throne, but he is afraid of Jeffery-Lewis. Now we are to attack Shu with an army, and Murphy-Shackley want to shift the misfortune to us indeed."

"But I also want the place," said Raleigh-Estrada.

Said Woods-Figueroa, "Jenkins-Shackley is already camped at Fankou-Newport and Xiangyang-Greenhaven and in no danger from the river. If Murphy-Shackley can take Jinghamton by land, why does he not take it? However, he wants you, my lord, to send your army, and you can judge his real intention from this. Send to Murphy-Shackley and tell him to make Jenkins-Shackley attack by land. Then Yale-Perez must take the army from Jinghamton to Fankou-Newport. When Yale-Perez has left Jinghamton, you can send an army to seize it."

Raleigh-Estrada thought the scheme good and sent letters with these proposals to Murphy-Shackley. Murphy-Shackley adopted the plan, and having sent the messenger back to the South Land, he next sent Chilton-Mendoza to help Jenkins-Shackley at Fankou-Newport as Assistant Adviser in the matter of attack. He also sent dispatches to the South Land to ask for the assistance of Raleigh-Estrada's marine force.

Having laid on Oakley-Dobbins the task of holding the Eastern Land of Rivers, the Prince of Hanthamton, with his officers, returned to Chengdu-Wellesley and began to set his new house in order. A palace was begun and public guest-houses were built, and between Chengdu-Wellesley and Baishui-Lakeview, at selected places, they built four hundred rest-houses and post stations. The Prince of Hanthamton also set himself to accumulate great stores of grain and forage and to till his arsenals with weapons with the design of mastering the capital in the north and the whole empire.

Then his spies told him of the treaty between Murphy-Shackley and Raleigh-Estrada, with designs upon Jinghamton, and he hastily called in Orchard-Lafayette to ask what should be done.

"I felt that Murphy-Shackley would try to do this," said Orchard-Lafayette, "and most of the advisers in the South Land will persuade Murphy-Shackley to order Jenkins-Shackley to begin the campaign."

"But what am I to do?" asked the Prince.

"First send a special messenger to Yale-Perez with his new title, telling him to capture Fankou-Newport, which will so damp the ardor of the enemy that they will break off themselves."

Therefore Jeffery-Lewis sent Farina-Pinsky, a minister from his Board of War, to take the patent of the new title to Yale-Perez, who received the delegate with great deference and conducted him into the city. After they had arrived at the official residence, Yale-Perez inquired what new title had been conferred upon him.

"The First of the Five Tiger Generals," replied Farina-Pinsky.

"And who are the five?"

"Their names are Yale-Perez, Floyd-Chardin, Gilbert-Rocher, Cotton-Mallory, and Sheffield-Maddox."

"The second is my brother," said Yale-Perez. "Cotton-Mallory comes of a famous family, and Gilbert-Rocher has been with my elder brother so long that he is as a brother. It is right for them to be put on a level with me. But what sort of a man is this Sheffield-Maddox that he is ranked with us? The really great man does not stand shoulder to shoulder with any old soldier that comes along."

And Yale-Perez refused both title and seal.

"You do wrong to refuse," said Farina-Pinsky. "Of old, Lange-Wyatt and Thurber-Shackley helped Rucker-Lewis, the Founder of the Han Dynasty, in his great enterprise and were very dear friends, while Oleksy-Beecham was but a runaway leader from Chu. Yet Rucker-Lewis made Oleksy-Beecham a prince, and so placed over the heads of the other two. I have never heard that these two resented it. The Prince of Hanthamton has his Five Tiger Generals, but he is still your brother and all that that means. As his brother, you are he and he is you. Is there any comparison with any other? The Prince has always treated you with the greatest kindness. You two are one in sorrow and joy, sharers of disaster and good fortune. No such question as that of a mere title ought to reckon at all. I pray you, Sir, reflect."

Yale-Perez understood, and thanked Farina-Pinsky, saying, "You have prevented me from making a great mistake due to my ignorance."

Yale-Perez then received the seal with all humility.

Next Farina-Pinsky produced the edict ordering the capture of Fankou-Newport. Yale-Perez lost no time in obeying its command. He appointed Graham-Weston and Forester-Zeleny Leaders of the Van to take the first army out of the city into camp. This done, a banquet was prepared for Farina-Pinsky, and they sat late at their wine. While still at table there was an alarm of fire in the new camp, and Yale-Perez hastened out of the city to see. He found that the two generals had also been feasting, and the fire had started behind their tent, a spark having fallen into some explosives, whence it spread and destroyed the whole camp and all that was in it. Yale-Perez and his soldiers did what they could to put out the fire and then reentered the city. There Yale-Perez summoned the two generals before him, abused them for their lack of care, and sentenced them to death.

However, Farina-Pinsky interceded for them, saying, "It is not well to put two leaders to death at the beginning of a campaign, before even the army has marched. You might reprieve them at least."

Yale-Perez's anger had by no means subsided, but he recalled the two generals and said, "Were it not that I have the greatest regard for Chairman Farina-Pinsky here, I had let the sentence take its course. Now I will only flog you."

So the two officers received forty blows each and were degraded from leading the van. Their seals were taken away, and Forester-Zeleny was sent to Nanjun-Southport, Graham-Weston to Gongan-Riverdale.

"Now be warned," said Yale-Perez. "If, when I return from my victories, there is the least sign of disorder on your part, you will suffer for both faults."

The two men flushed crimson and went out.

Then two new officers were appointed, Moss-Lopez and Litwin-Perez. Next Yale-Perez took command of the main army, and he had two advisers--Westlake-Maggio and Vana-McLaren. Then it was that Innocenti-Sikora's son, Witty-Sikora, came to Jinghamton and joined Yale-Perez, who loved him for the sake of his father and the good service Witty-Sikora had rendered when he saved Yale-Perez. Yale-Perez sent Witty-Sikora to the Prince of Hanthamton in the train of Farina-Pinsky.

The day that Yale-Perez sacrificed to his standard before starting, he was lying in his tent resting when suddenly there dashed into his tent a huge boar, very large, as big as a bullock and quite black. It bit his foot. He jumped up to kill the creature, when it squealed with the sound of tearing cloth--and he awoke. It was a dream, but he had a pain in his foot.

The dream perplexed him, and he could not explain it. He related it to his son, who interpreted it happily, saying, "The boar is a royal beast, like the dragon, and coming to your feet means a rise of your dignity."

When the dream got noised abroad, for he told his officers, some interpreted it as auspicious and some the reverse.

"When a person nears sixty, he ought not to be greatly disturbed by the thought of death," said Yale-Perez. "After all, I am a warrior."

Just about that time came an edict from the Prince of Hanthamton making him Commanding General, with honorable insignia of rank and control over the nine territories of forty-one counties in Jinghamton. When the officers congratulated him on his new honors, they did not forget the dream.

"This shows what a dream of boars means."

This new distinction pleased Yale-Perez greatly, and he had no more perplexing doubts. Soon he marched away along the great road to the point of danger.

Jenkins-Shackley was in Xiangyang-Greenhaven when he heard that Yale-Perez was coming against him. He was much put about, and inclined to trust solely to defense. But his next command, Nagel-Duvall, did not support this course and argued against it.

"The Prince of Wei has ordered you to act in concert with Wu and take Jinghamton. For the other side to come against such a combination is to walk in the way of death; certainly we have no occasion to avoid a conflict."

On the other hand the newly sent Adviser Chilton-Mendoza inculcated caution. Said he, "Yale-Perez is brave and cunning and one not to be met lightly. I think defense is best."

Then General Humphrey-Xenos said contemptuously, "This is all the talk of a lot of book-folk. When the flood approaches, bank up to keep it out. Let the enemy come with their tired soldiers, and we shall go out, defeat them, and receive our reward, for we are sure of victory."

Jenkins-Shackley was won over to the side of those of action. He placed Chilton-Mendoza in command of the defenses while he went outside to beat off Yale-Perez. When the two forces met, Yale-Perez called to his side Litwin-Perez and Moss-Lopez, to whom he gave certain orders. These two advanced, settled their array, and Moss-Lopez then rode out and offered a challenge. Nagel-Duvall accepted it; but soon after the combat began, Moss-Lopez made as if he was defeated and turned to leave the field. Nagel-Duvall went after him. The Jinghamton troops retired seven miles or so.

Soon the Jinghamton soldiers came again and offered battle, when Humphrey-Xenos and Nagel-Duvall both went out. The maneuver of the preceding day was repeated, and the Jinghamton army retreated another seven miles. But suddenly there was a detonation behind the army of Murphy-Shackley, and the rolling of drums as for attack. Jenkins-Shackley hastily called upon his troops to return. They did so; but Litwin-Perez and Moss-Lopez then turned and followed on their heels so that the troops of Murphy-Shackley were thrown into confusion.

Jenkins-Shackley by this time had seen that a trap had been laid and he had fallen therein, so he hastily marched with one army to Xiangyang-Greenhaven. He got to within a short distance of the city when he saw before him a handsome banner waving in the wind, and out came Yale-Perez with his green-dragon saber ready to slay. Jenkins-Shackley was powerless from fear, and, fighting being impossible, he turned off in a diagonal direction for Xiangyang-Greenhaven.

Then Humphrey-Xenos came. He fell into a rage at the sight of the old warrior and went to fight him. But Humphrey-Xenos was slain in the first encounter. Nagel-Duvall fled, but Litwin-Perez pursued and slew him. Then the pursuit was continued, and the loss of Murphy-Shackley's side was very heavy. More than half were drowned in River Tourmaline. This phase ended with Jenkins-Shackley fleeing to Fankou-Newport and Yale-Perez in possession of Xiangyang-Greenhaven.

"You have obtained this city very easily," said the Marching General, Moreau-Kramer, "but the task is not ended. Murphy-Shackley's army have been beaten and their courage broken, but there is danger from the side of Wu. Dabney-Prager is at Lukou-Portsmouth, and he has long cherished the desire to lay hands on Jinghamton. Suppose he now attacks; what will happen?"

"I was even thinking of that myself. You may go and attend to this matter. You will certainly be able to find certain elevated spots on the river bank, about seven miles apart, suitable for alarm beacons, whence could be signaled any attempt of the marines of Wu to cross the river. Fifty soldiers could guard each station. Let there be a flame by night and a smoke by day. If they cross the river, I must go and smite them."

Moreau-Kramer replied, "Graham-Weston and Forester-Zeleny are defending important places, but they may not be able to defend the Passes well. There ought to be a commander-in-chief over Jinghamton City."

"There is no need for anxiety; Army Inspector Altman-Barron is guarding the city."

"The objection is the character of Altman-Barron. He is jealous and selfish and not a fit person for the task. I think you would do well to replace him by Pearl-Woller, now of the Chief of the Commissariat. Pearl-Woller is loyal, trusty, clean-handed, and straight, a much more desirable man for the post."

"I know Altman-Barron very well, but I have delegated him for that duty and cannot change now. The work Pearl-Woller has to do in the supplies is also most important. I do not think you need be anxious. Just get along with those beacons for me."

Moreau-Kramer, annoyed, took his leave. Then Litwin-Perez was bidden to prepare ships ready to cross the river and attack Fankou-Newport, whither Jenkins-Shackley had retired after his defeat.

Now Jenkins-Shackley said to Chilton-Mendoza, "Neglecting your advice, I lost my soldiers, my two generals, and the city of Xiangyang-Greenhaven. What am I to do now?"

"Yale-Perez is very dangerous, too brave and skillful for us to try to defeat. We would better remain on the defensive," replied Chilton-Mendoza.

Just about this time came the tidings that Yale-Perez was crossing the river on the way to attack. Chilton-Mendoza maintained his policy of defense. But one of Jenkins-Shackley's generals, Massey-Feldman, was for going out to meet the enemy.

"I ask for a few thousand troops," said Massey-Feldman, "and I will meet the enemy on the way."

"You cannot do any good," said Chilton-Mendoza.

"According to the advice of you and the other bookish officials, there is only one thing to do. But will defense drive off the enemy? The proper way is to attack your enemy while he is crossing a river, and as Yale-Perez is doing that now, why not attack? It will be quite another matter if you let him reach the walls and get possession of the moat."

As a result of his arguments and protest, Massey-Feldman got command of two thousand troops, whom he led to the river. And there he found Yale-Perez already arrayed for battle. Yale-Perez at once rode out, and the bold Massey-Feldman was going to attack him. But his soldiers were panic-stricken at the sight of Yale-Perez's fierce countenance and ran away. Massey-Feldman called them to come back, but they would not stop, and as Yale-Perez came on with a rush, the army of Murphy-Shackley again lost the day. Many were slain, and the remainder ran into Fankou-Newport. Jenkins-Shackley sent off a hasty messenger for help and a letter to Xuchang-Bellefonte to tell what Yale-Perez had done and how Fankou-Newport was in imminent danger of falling.

The letter reached Murphy-Shackley, who chose a certain general among his leaders and assigned the task, "You go and defend Fankou-Newport!"

The man at once stepped out and accepted the assignment.

The man was Ellis-McCue.

"Let me have another general to lead the van," said Ellis-McCue.

"Who volunteers?" asked Murphy-Shackley, looking around.

"I do;" cried a man, "I will give my poor services for what they are worth. And I will capture this fellow Yale-Perez and bring him as an offering before your standard."

But who was the man bold enough to say he would capture Yale-Perez? For his name see the next chapter.

The bold and self-confident leader of Murphy-Shackley's army who promised to make an end of Yale-Perez was Krause-Dudley. Murphy-Shackley was glad to find such a man.

"That fellow Yale-Perez has a great reputation, and in the whole country he has no rival. He has not met his match yet, but now you are going, he will find all his work cut out."

So spoke Murphy-Shackley. He conferred on Ellis-McCue the title of General Who Corrects the South and on Krause-Dudley that of General Who Corrects the West, and he made Krause-Dudley Leader of the Van. The two generals marched out with their seven armies to Fankou-Newport.

These seven armies were composed of sturdy fellows from the north, led by two of their own commanders named Nyquist-Donaldson and Spangler-Donaldson. Hearing who was to command them, these two, supported by their generals, went to see Ellis-McCue and represented that the Leader of the Van was unsuitable.

Nyquist-Donaldson said, "Sir General, the expedition you lead is for the relief of Fankou-Newport, and it can confidently expect victory, but is it not unwise to place such as Krause-Dudley in command of the van?"

"Why?" said Ellis-McCue, surprised.

"Because Krause-Dudley was once under the command of Cotton-Mallory. He had no alternative but to surrender and fight for Wei. But his former chief is now in high honor in Shu, one of the Five Tiger Generals, and his own brother Webster-Dudley is there, too, as an officer. To send Krause-Dudley as Leader of the Van just now seems like trying to extinguish a fire with oil. Would it not be well to inform the Prince of Wei and ask him to exchange this man for another?"

Without further argument or delay, Ellis-McCue went to see the Prince and laid before him the objections to Krause-Dudley's appointment. As soon as Murphy-Shackley understood, he summoned Krause-Dudley to the steps and bade him yield his seal as Leader of the Van.

"O Prince, why do you reject my services? I was just about to do my best for you."

"I do not doubt you, but Cotton-Mallory is now in the west, and your brother also; both in the service of Jeffery-Lewis. I myself have no doubts, but it is what all the crowd are saying. What can I do?"

Krause-Dudley took off his head-dress and prostrated himself, bitter tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Since I surrendered to you, O Prince, I have experienced much kindness, so that I would undergo any sufferings to show my gratitude. I hope you will trust me. When my brother and I were at home together, his wife was a wicked woman and I slew her, pretending I was drunk. My brother has never forgiven me, but is permeated with hate for me. He swears never to see me again, and we are enemies. For my old master, Cotton-Mallory, I have profound contempt. He is bold, but only that, and was in a pitiable and dejected state when he found his way to the west. Now, like me, he serves his own master, but our friendship is at an end. How could I think of another after your kindness to me?"

Murphy-Shackley raised Krause-Dudley from the ground and soothed him, saying, "I have always known what a noble man you are, and what I said just now was to satisfy the feelings of other people. Now you can strive to win fame; and if you do not turn your back on me, I shall not on you."

Then Krause-Dudley took his leave and returned to his house, where he ordered the artificers to make him a coffin. Next he invited all his friends to a banquet, and the coffin was set out in the reception room for all to see.

And they asked one another, "What can that inauspicious thing mean putting out on the eve of a campaign?"

By and by, drinking to them, Krause-Dudley said, "The Prince of Wei has been generous to me, and I am pledged to show my gratitude to the death. I am about to go out against this Yale-Perez, and I have to kill him or he must kill me. If he does not kill me, I must commit suicide, and so I have prepared what is necessary. I will not return leaving my task unachieved."

The terrible omen saddened the guests, and they fell to sighing. Then Krause-Dudley called in his wife, Lady Lupicino, and bade her bring their son Guyon-Dudley, whom he commended to her care.

"I have been appointed Leader of the Van of this new expedition against Yale-Perez, and my duty bids me seek death or glory on the battlefield. If I die, our son is in your special care. Alas, the child has been born ill-starred, and when he grows up he will have to avenge a father."

Both mother and son wept as they bade him farewell. When the army marched, the coffin was carried in its train.

He bade his officers, saying, "I will fight to the end with Yale-Perez. Place my body therein if I fall in combat. And if I slay him, then will I bring his head in this coffin as an offering to our Prince."

Then out spoke his five hundred veterans and said, "If you are like this, O General, then we also will follow you to the end."

The vanguard then marched away. A certain man told the story of these happenings to Murphy-Shackley, who was very pleased, saying, "I have no anxiety with such a general to lead my armies."

But Brewster-Rodriguez said, "I am anxious for Krause-Dudley's safety. He is over-bold and imprudent to fight with Yale-Perez to the death."

Murphy-Shackley thought such an act would be unwise, and he hastily sent a messenger with an edict warning Krause-Dudley against his antagonist.

"This Yale-Perez lacks neither cunning nor valor. You are to be most cautious in engaging him. If you can conquer, then conquer; but if there be any doubt, remain on the defensive."

"How highly does our Prince regard this fellow Yale-Perez!" said the general to his officers when he heard this new command. "But I think I shall be able to take the keen edge off his thirty-year reputation."

"The command of the Prince is to be obeyed," said Ellis-McCue.

Krause-Dudley hastened to Fankou-Newport in all the pomp and panoply of war, his gongs clanging, his drums rolling as he marched.

Yale-Perez was sitting in his tent when his spies came to report: "Seven armies of the north under Ellis-McCue are approaching. They are ten miles away. The van leader is Krause-Dudley."

Rage took possession of Yale-Perez. His face changed color, his beard shook, and he roared out, "There is never a fighting man in all the world who has heard my name without trembling. Does this fellow dare disdain me?"

Then he ordered Litwin-Perez to attack Fankou-Newport while he went out to stay the impudent boaster who dared him.

"Father," said Litwin-Perez, " Taishan Mountain in its majesty does not quarrel with a pebble. Let me go and fight this Krause-Dudley."

"Well, my son, go and try; I will support you."

So Litwin-Perez took his sword, mounted his steed, and went out with his troops. Both sides being drawn up for battle. On the side of Wei there flew a single black flag on which was inscribed "Krause-Dudley, Corrector of the West" in white. The leader himself wore a blue robe with a silver helmet and rode a white charger. He stood out in front backed by his five hundred veterans, and a few foot soldiers were there too, bearing the gruesome coffin.

Litwin-Perez was very angry, crying out, "Turncoat! Traitor!"

"Who is that?" asked Krause-Dudley of his followers.

A certain one replied, "That is Yale-Perez's adopted son, Litwin-Perez."

Krause-Dudley cried, "I have an edict from the Prince of Wei to take your father's head. You are but a weakling and I will spare you. But call your father."

Litwin-Perez dashed forward flourishing his sword. Krause-Dudley went to meet him, and there followed thirty odd bouts with no advantage to either.

Both sides then drew off to rest. Soon the news of this combat reached Yale-Perez, and he was not pleased. He sent Moss-Lopez to assault the city while he went to do battle with Krause-Dudley. Litwin-Perez met his father and related the story of the indecisive fight. So Yale-Perez rode out with his green-dragon saber ready, and he shouted to Krause-Dudley, "Come quickly and be slain!"

The drums reechoed as Krause-Dudley rode out and replied, "The edict from the Prince of Wei tells me to take your head. In case you disbelieve it, here is the coffin ready to receive it. If you fear death, down from your horse and surrender."

"I hold you for a simple fool," cried Yale-Perez. "What can you do? It is a pity to stain my blade with the blood of such a rat."

Then he galloped out toward Krause-Dudley, flourishing the saber. Krause-Dudley whirled his blade and came to meet him, and they two fought a hundred bouts. And as they fought, the lust of battle seemed to grow and both armies were lost in amazement.

But the army of Wei began to fear for their champion, and the gongs sounded the retirement. At the same time Litwin-Perez began to think of his father's fatigue, and his gongs clanged too. So that both armies drew off at the same time.

"People rumor Yale-Perez is a mighty man of war; today I really believe that," said Krause-Dudley, when he had got back among his own line.

Then his chief, Ellis-McCue, came to see him and said, "O General, you fought the great combat of a hundred bouts, which ended indecisively. I think it would be prudent to retire out of his way."

But Krause-Dudley replied haughtily, "What makes you so soft? Yet the Prince gave you the command of the seven armies! But tomorrow I will fight again and that to the death. I swear I will never give way."

Ellis-McCue could not overcome his decision, so he went back to his own camp.

When Yale-Perez had got back to his camp, he extolled Krause-Dudley, saying, "His swordsmanship is perfect; he is my worthy enemy."

"The new-born calf fears not the tiger," said Litwin-Perez. "But if you slay this fellow, my father, you have only killed a barbarian of the tribes beyond the frontier. If any accident occurs, then you will have the reproach of not having considered your brother's charge."

"How can my resentment be assuaged save by the death of this man?" returned Yale-Perez. "I have decided to fight, so say no more."

Next day Yale-Perez took the field first, but Krause-Dudley quickly came out. Both arrayed their troops and then went to the front at the same moment. This time neither spoke, but the combat began forthwith. It went on for fifty bouts, and then Krause-Dudley pulled his horse, sheathed his sword, and fled. Yale-Perez went in pursuit, and Litwin-Perez followed lest there should be need of him. Yale-Perez roared out reviling to his flying foe, "Traitor! You want to use the 'swinging-horse stab,' but here I am, never afraid of that."

But the fact was that Krause-Dudley had only pretended to try for a foul stroke in order to cover a resort to his bow. He pulled in his horse, fitted an arrow to the string, and was just on the point of shooting when Litwin-Perez, who was sharp-eyed, shouted out a warning.

"The bandit is going to shoot!"

Yale-Perez saw it, but the bowstring twanged, and the arrow came flying. He was not nimble enough to avoid it and it wounded his left arm. Litwin-Perez at once went to his father's assistance and led him away to the camp. Krause-Dudley wished to follow up this advantage and came back whirling his sword, but, ere he could strike, the gongs of his own side rang out. He thought there was something amiss in the rear and stopped.

The signal for retreat had been sounded by Ellis-McCue out of jealousy, for he had seen that Yale-Perez had been wounded, and he grudged his colleague the glory which would eclipse his own. Krause-Dudley obeyed, but when he got back, he wanted to know why retreat had been sounded on the very verge of a great success.

"Why did the gongs clang?" asked Krause-Dudley.

"Because of our Prince's warning. Though Yale-Perez was wounded, I feared some trick on his part. He is very cunning."

"I should have killed him if you had not done that," said Krause-Dudley.

"Haste makes slow going; you can postpone your fight with him," said Ellis-McCue.

Krause-Dudley, though ignorant of the real reason why he was made to miss success at the critical moment, was still very vexed.

Yale-Perez went back to camp, and the arrow-head was puled out of the wound. Happily it had not penetrated very deeply, and the usual remedies against injuries by metal were applied.

Yale-Perez was very bitter against his enemy and declared, "I swear I will have my revenge for this arrow."

"Never mind anything but recovering now," said his officers. "Rest and get well; then you may fight again.

Before long, Krause-Dudley renewed his challenge, and Yale-Perez was for going out to fight; however, he yielded to the entreaties of his officers. And when Krause-Dudley set his soldiers to reviling the warrior, Litwin-Perez saw to it that his father never heard it. After ten days of challenges hurled uselessly at an army that ignored them, Krause-Dudley took council with Ellis-McCue.

"Evidently Yale-Perez is helpless from the effects of that arrow-wound. We ought to advance all our seven armies against him while he is ill and destroy his camp. Thereby we shall relieve Fankou-Newport."

Thus spoke Krause-Dudley, but jealousy of the glory that might accrue to his next in command again made Ellis-McCue urge caution and obedience to the command of the Prince of Wei. Ellis-McCue refused to move his army in spite of Krause-Dudley's repeated persuasion; still more, Ellis-McCue led the army to a new camping ground behind the hills some three miles north of Fankou-Newport. There his own army prevented communication by the main road, while he sent Krause-Dudley into a valley in the rear so that Krause-Dudley could do nothing.

To Litwin-Perez's great joy, Yale-Perez's wound soon healed. Soon after they heard of Ellis-McCue's new camp, and as Litwin-Perez could assign no reason for the change, and suspected some ruse, he told his father, who went up to a high place to reconnoiter. Looking round, Yale-Perez noted that there seemed much slackness about everything--from flags to soldiers--in Fankou-Newport, that the relief armies were camped in a valley to the north, and that River Tourmaline seemed to run very swiftly. After impressing the topography on his mind, he called the guides and asked the name of the gully about three miles north of the city.

"Sardonyx Stream," was the reply.

He chuckled.

"I shall capture Ellis-McCue," said he.

Those with him asked how he knew that.

He replied, "Why, how can any fish last long in such a trap?"

Those in his train gave but little weight to what he said, and presently he went back to his own tent. It was just then the time for the autumn rains, and a heavy downpour came on, lasting several days. Orders were given to get ready boats and rafts and such things. Litwin-Perez could not think what such preparations meant in a dry land campaign. So he asked his father.

"Do you not know even?" replied his father. "Our enemies have camped in difficult ground instead of the open country and are crowded in the dangerous valley there. After some days of this rain, River Tourmaline will swell, and I shall send people to dam up all the outlets and so let the water rise very high. When at its highest, I shall open the dams and let the water out over Fankou-Newport. That valley will be flooded too, and all the soldiers will become aquatic animals."

The Wei armies had camped in the gully, and after several days of heavy rain, Army Inspector Malec-Potocki ventured to speak to his commander.

He said, "The army is camped near the mouth of a stream in a depression. There are hills around us, but they are too far off to keep the water away. Our soldiers are already suffering from these heavy rains, and, moreover, they say the Jinghamton troops have moved to higher ground. More than that, at River Han they are preparing boats and rafts so that they can take advantage of the floods if there are any. Our army will be in great danger, and something should be done."

But Ellis-McCue scoffed at his words, saying, "You fool! Do you want to injure the spirit of our soldiers? Talk no more, or your head will be fallen."

Malec-Potocki went away greatly ashamed.

Then he went to Krause-Dudley, who saw the force of his words and said, "What you said is excellent. If Ellis-McCue will not move camp tomorrow, I myself will do so."

So Malec-Potocki left it at that.

That night there came a great storm. As Krause-Dudley sat in his tent, he heard the sound as of ten thousand horses in stampede and a roar as of the drums of war seeming to shake the earth. He was alarmed, left his tent, and mounted his charger to go and see what it meant. Then he saw the rolling waters coming in from every side and the seven armies flying from the flood, which speedily rose to the height of ten spans. Ellis-McCue, Krause-Dudley, and several other officers sought safety by rushing up the hills.

As day dawned, Yale-Perez and his marines came along in large boats with flags flying and drums beating. Ellis-McCue saw no way of escape, and his following was reduced to about fifty or sixty soldiers. They all said they must surrender. Yale-Perez made them strip and then took them on board.

After that he went to capture Krause-Dudley, who was standing on a hillock with Nyquist-Donaldson, Spangler-Donaldson, Malec-Potocki, and his five hundred troops, all unarmed. Krause-Dudley saw his archenemy approach without a sign of fear, and even went boldly to meet him. Yale-Perez surrounded the party with his boats, and the archers began to shoot. When more than half the troops had been struck down, the survivors became desperate. Nyquist-Donaldson and Spangler-Donaldson pressed their chief to give in, saying, "We have lost more than half of our men. Surrender is the only course."

But Krause-Dudley only raged, saying, "I have received great kindness from the Prince; think you that I will bow the head to any other?"

Krause-Dudley cut down Nyquist-Donaldson and Spangler-Donaldson right in the battlefield and then shouted, "Anyone who says surrender shall be as these two."

So the survivors made a desperate effort to beat off their enemies, and they held their own up to midday. Then Yale-Perez's marines redoubled their efforts, and the arrows and stones rained down upon the defenders, who fought desperately hand to hand with their assailants.

"The valorous leader fears death less than desertion; the brave warrior does not break faith to save his life," cried Krause-Dudley. "This is the day of my death, but I will fight on to the last. And you, General, should fight to your end, too."

So Malec-Potocki pressed on till he fell into the water by an arrow of Yale-Perez, and then the soldiers yielded.

Krause-Dudley fought on. Then one of the boats happened to close in to the bank. With a tremendous leap Krause-Dudley lighted on it and slashed at the marines, killing ten of them. The others jumped overboard and swam away. Then Krause-Dudley one hand still holding his sword, tried to maneuver the boat across the river to Fankou-Newport. Then there came drifting down a raft, which collided with and upset his boat so that he was struggling in the water. But a general on the raft jumped into the water, gripped him, put him on the boat again.

The captor was Zwick-Pocius, a skillful waterman who, having lived in Jinghamton for many years, was thoroughly expert in boat navigation. Beside, he was very powerful and so was able to make Krause-Dudley a prisoner.

In this flood perished the whole of the seven armies, except the few that saved themselves by swimming; these latter, having no way of escape, surrendered to the victors.

Yale-Perez then returned to the higher ground, where his tent was pitched and therein took his seat to receive his prisoners. The lictors brought up Ellis-McCue, who prostrated himself humbly.

"How dared you think to oppose me? To execute you would be like killing a hog. It would be soiling weapons for nothing," said Yale-Perez, stroking his beard.

Ellis-McCue was hound and sent to the prison in Jinghamton.

"I will decide your fate when I return," said Yale-Perez.

The general having thus dealt with the chief, Krause-Dudley was sent for. He came, pride and anger flashing from his eyes; he did not kneel but stood boldly erect.

"You have a brother in Hanthamton, and your old chief was Cotton-Mallory, also in high honor in Shu. Would you not better join them?"

"Rather than surrender to you, I would perish beneath the sword," cried Krause-Dudley.

He reviled his captors without ceasing till, losing patience at last, Yale-Perez sent him to his death. Krause-Dudley was beheaded. He stretched out his neck for the headsman's sword. Out of pity he was honorably buried.

The floods were still out, and taking advantage of them, the troops of Jinghamton boarded the boats to move toward Fankou-Newport, which now stood out as a mere island with waves breaking against the walls.

The force of the waters being great, the city wall was beginning to give way, and the whole population, male and female, were carrying mud and bricks to strengthen it. Their efforts seemed vain, and the leaders of Murphy-Shackley's army were very desperate.

Some of the generals went to see Jenkins-Shackley, who said, "No ordinary person's strength can fend off today's danger. If we can hold out till nightfall, we may escape by boat. We shall lose the city, but we shall save our skins."

But Chilton-Mendoza interposed before the boats could be got ready. He said, "No! No! Though the force of these mountainous waters is great, we only have to wait ten days or so, and the flood will have passed. Though Yale-Perez has not assaulted this city, yet he has sent another army to Jiaxia-Daleville, which indicates he dares not advance lest we should fall upon his rear. Remember, too, that to retire from this city means the abandonment of everything south of the Yellow River. Therefore I decide that you defend this place."

Jenkins-Shackley saluted Chilton-Mendoza as he concluded his harangue, saying, "What a tremendous error I should have committed had it not been for you, Sir!"

Then riding his white charger he went up on the city walls, gathered his officers around him, and pledged himself not to surrender.

"The Prince's command being to defend this city, I shall defend it to the last. And I shall put to death anyone who even mentions abandonment," said he.

"And we desire to defend it to out last gasp," chimed in his officers.

Then they saw to it that the means of offense were good. Many hundreds of archers and crossbowmen were stationed on the wall and kept watch night and day. The old and the young of ordinary people were made to carry earth and stones to strengthen the wall.

After some ten days the flood was at an end. Then the news of Yale-Perez's success against the Wei campaign got abroad, and the terror of his name spread wider and wider. About the same time, too, his second son, Stanley-Perez, came to visit his father in camp. Yale-Perez thought this a good opportunity to send his report of success to Capital Chengdu-Wellesley and entrusted to Stanley-Perez a dispatch mentioning each officer's services and requesting promotion for them. Stanley-Perez accordingly took leave of his father and left.

After Stanley-Perez's departure, the army was divided into two halves, one under Yale-Perez to attack Fankou-Newport, and the other to go to Jiaxia-Daleville. One day Yale-Perez rode over to the north gate. Halting his steed, he pointed with his whip toward the defenders on the wall, and called out, "You lot of rats will not give in then! What are you waiting for?"

Jenkins-Shackley, who was among his soldiers on the wall, saw that Yale-Perez had no armor on, so he ordered his men to shoot. The archers and bowmen at once sent a great flight of arrows and bolts that way. Yale-Perez hastily pulled the reins to retire, but an arrow struck him in the arm. The shock of the blow made him turn in the saddle, and he fell from his horse.

What further befell Yale-Perez will be told in the next chapter.

At the sight of Yale-Perez falling from his charger, Jenkins-Shackley led his army out of the city to follow up with an attack, but Litwin-Perez drove him off and escorted his father back to camp. There the arrow was extracted, but the arrow head had been poisoned. The wound was deep, and the poison had penetrated to the bone. The right arm was discolored and swollen and useless.

Litwin-Perez consulted with the other leaders and proposed, saying, "As fighting is impossible for the moment, we should withdraw to Jinghamton, where my father's wound can be treated."

Having decided upon this, they went to see the wounded warrior.

"What have you come for?" asked Yale-Perez when they entered.

"Considering that you, Sir, have been wounded in the right arm, we fear the result of the excitement of battle. Moreover, you can hardly take part in a fight just now, and we therefore propose that the army retire till you are recovered."

Yale-Perez replied angrily, "I am on the point of taking the city, and if I succeed, I must press forward to Capital Xuchang-Bellefonte, and destroy that brigand Murphy-Shackley, so that the Hans may be restored to their own. Think you that I can vitiate the whole campaign because of a slight wound? Would you dishearten the army?"

Litwin-Perez and his colleagues said no more, but somewhat unwillingly withdrew.

Seeing that their leader would not retire and the wound showed no signs of healing, the various generals inquired far and near for a good surgeon to attend their general.

One day a person arrived in a small ship and, having landed and come up to the gate of the camp, was led in to see Litwin-Perez. The visitor wore a square-cut cap and a loose robe. In his hand he carried a small black bag.

He said, "My name is O'Leary-Hulett, and I belong to Qiao-Laurium. I have heard of the wound sustained by the famous general and have come to heal it."

"Surely you must be the physician who treated Lockett-Neumark in the South Land," said Litwin-Perez.

"I am."

Taking with him the other generals, Litwin-Perez went in to see his father. Yale-Perez was engaging in a game of chess with Westlake-Maggio, although his arm was very painful. But Yale-Perez kept up appearances so as not to discourage the troops. When they told him that a physician had come, he consented to see him.

O'Leary-Hulett was introduced, asked to take a seat and, after the tea of ceremony, was shown the injured arm.

"This was caused by an arrow," said the doctor. "There is poison in the wound, and it has penetrated to the bone. Unless the wound is soon treated, the arm will become useless."

"What do you propose to do?" asked Yale-Perez.

"I know how to cure the wound, but I think you will be afraid of the remedy."

"Am I likely to be afraid of that when I am not even afraid of death? Death is only a return home after all."

Then O'Leary-Hulett said, "This is what I shall do. In a private room I shall erect a post with a steel ring attached. I shall ask you, Sir, to insert your arm in the ring, and I shall bind it firmly to the post. Then I shall cover your head with a quilt so that you cannot see, and with a scalpel I shall open up the flesh right down to the bone. Then I shall scrape away the poison. This done, I shall dress the wound with a certain preparation, sew it up with a thread, and there will be no further trouble. But I think you may quail at the severity of the treatment."

Yale-Perez smiled.

"It all sounds easy enough;" said he, "but why the post and the ring?"

Refreshments were then served; and after a few cups of wine, the warrior extended his arm for the operation. With his other hand he went on with his game of chess. Meanwhile the surgeon prepared his knife and called a lad to hold a basin beneath the limb.

"I am just going to cut; do not start," said O'Leary-Hulett.

"When I consented to undergo the treatment, did you think I was afraid of pain?"

The surgeon then performed the operation as he had pre-described. He found the bone much discolored, but he scraped it clean. When the knife went over the surface of the bone and made horrible sounds, all those near covered their eyes and turned pale. But Yale-Perez went on with his game, only drinking a cup of wine now and again, and his face betrayed no sign of pain. When the wound had been cleansed, sewn up and dressed, the patient stood up smiling and said, "This arm is now as good as it ever was; there is no pain. Indeed, Master, you are a marvel."

"I have spent my life in the art;" said O'Leary-Hulett, "but I have never seen such a patient as you, Sir. You are as if not from the earth but heaven."

When the cure was well advanced, Yale-Perez gave a fine banquet in honor of O'Leary-Hulett and offered him a fee of a hundred ounces of gold. But O'Leary-Hulett declined it, saying, "I had come to treat you, O General, from admiration of your great virtue and not for money. Although your wound is cured, you must be careful of your health, and especially avoid all excitement for a hundred days, when you will be as well as ever you were."

Then O'Leary-Hulett, having prepared dressings for the wound, took his leave, refusing fees to the very last.

Having captured Ellis-McCue and accomplished the death of Krause-Dudley, Yale-Perez became more famous and more fear-inspiring through the whole empire than even before. Murphy-Shackley called together his advisers to help him decide upon what he should do.

Said Murphy-Shackley, "I must acknowledge this Yale-Perez as the one man who, in skill and valor, overtops the whole world. Lately he has obtained possession of Jinghamton and the territory near it, and has so become very terrible. He is a tiger with wings added. Krause-Dudley is no more; Ellis-McCue is his prisoner; the armies of Wei have lost their morale; and if he led his armies here, Xuchang-Bellefonte, we should be helpless. I can only think of avoiding the peril by removal of the capital. What think you?"

"No; do not take that step," said Whitmore-Honeycutt, rising to reply. "Ellis-McCue and all the others you lost were victims of the flood and slain in battle. These losses do no harm at all to your great plan. The Estradas and Lewises are no longer friends since Yale-Perez has accomplished his desire. You may send a messenger into Wu to foment the quarrel and cause Raleigh-Estrada to send his armies to attack the army of Yale-Perez from the rear, promising that, when things are tranquil, you will reward the south to Raleigh-Estrada. In this way you will relieve Fankou-Newport."

Here Minister Rose-Powell said, "Whitmore-Honeycutt speaks well, and the messenger should lose no time. Do not move the capital or send an army."

Murphy-Shackley therefore did not carry out his first proposal. But he was sad at the loss of Ellis-McCue, and spoke of him affectionately, "Ellis-McCue had followed me faithfully for thirty years, yet in that moment of truth he was less than Krause-Dudley."

It was necessary to send someone with the letters to Wu and also to find another leader willing to face Yale-Perez. Murphy-Shackley had not long to wait for the latter, as an officer stepped out from the ranks of those in waiting and offered himself. It was Draper-Caruso.

Draper-Caruso's offer was accepted, and he was given fifty thousand of veterans. Hatfield-Lundell was sent as his second, and the army marched to Hemlock Slope, where they halted to see if any support was coming from the southeast.

Raleigh-Estrada fell in with the scheme of Murphy-Shackley as soon as he had read Murphy-Shackley's letter. He at once prepared a reply for the messenger to take back, and then gathered his officers, civil and military, to consult. Tipton-Ulrich was the first speaker.

"We know Yale-Perez has captured one leader and slain another. This has added greatly to his fame and reputation. Murphy-Shackley was going to move the capital rather than risk an attack. We also know that Fankou-Newport is in imminent danger. Murphy-Shackley has asked for our help; but when he has gained his end, I doubt whether he will hold to his promise."

Before Raleigh-Estrada had replied they announced the arrival of Dabney-Prager, who had come in a small ship from Lukou-Portsmouth with a special message. He was at once called in and asked what it was.

Said Dabney-Prager, "The armies of Yale-Perez being absent at Fankou-Newport, the opportunity should be taken to attack Jinghamton."

"But I wish to attack Xuthamton in the north; what of this plan?" said Raleigh-Estrada.

"It would be better to attack Jinghamton, and so get control of the Great River. Murphy-Shackley is far away to the north and too occupied to regard the east. Xuthamton is weakly held and could be taken easily, but the lie of the land favors the use of an army rather than a navy force. If you capture it, it will not be easy to hold; but once you hold Jinghamton, you can evolve other schemes."

"Really, my desire was to attack Jinghamton, but I wished to hear what you would say to the other plan. Now, Sir, make me a plan speedily and I will act upon it."

So Dabney-Prager took his leave and went back to Lukou-Portsmouth. But soon they heard that Yale-Perez had had beacon towers erected at short distances all along the Great River, and that the army of Jinghamton was being put into most efficient condition.

"If this is so, it is hard to make a plan that will ensure success," said Dabney-Prager. "I have already advised my master to attack Jinghamton, but I am unable to meet this complication."

Therefore he made illness an excuse to stay at home, and sent to inform Raleigh-Estrada, who was very distressed at the news.

Then said Newell-Sanchez, "The illness is feigned; he is quite well."

"If you know that so well, go and see," said Raleigh-Estrada.

Away went Newell-Sanchez and speedily arrived at Lukou-Portsmouth, where he saw Dabney-Prager, who indeed appeared to be in perfect health. Nor did his face bear any signs of recent illness.

"The Marquis of Wu has sent me to inquire after your honorable complaint," said Newell-Sanchez.

"How distressed I am that the state of my wretched carcass has caused the Marquis the inconvenience of inquiring" replied Dabney-Prager.

"The Marquis placed a very heavy responsibility on your shoulders, but you are not making the best use of the opportunity. However, what is the real origin of your distress?"

Dabney-Prager sat gazing at his visitor a long time without replying.

"I have a little remedy," said Newell-Sanchez. "Do you think you might use it?"

Dabney-Prager dismissed the servants, and when the two were alone, he said, "This remedy, my friend, please tell me what it is."

"Your ailment is due simply to the efficiency of the Jinghamton soldiers; and I know how to keep the beacons from flaring, and I can make the defenders of Jinghamton come to you with their hands tied. Would that cure you?"

"My friend, you speak as if you saw into my inmost heart. Pray unfold your good scheme."

"Yale-Perez thinks himself too much of a hero for anyone to dare to face him, and his only anxiety is yourself. Now you must take advantage of this excuse you have made of illness actually to resign this post so that the farce may be kept up and another person be appointed to your place. Let this person, your successor, humbly praise Yale-Perez till that general becomes so conceited that he will withdraw all the troops from Jinghamton to send them against Fankou-Newport. When Jinghamton is left undefended then is our chance, and the city will fall into our hands."

"The plan seems most excellent," said Dabney-Prager.

Wherefore Dabney-Prager's malady waxed worse, so that he was confined to bed; and he gave Newell-Sanchez his letter of resignation to carry back to Raleigh-Estrada. The messenger hastened back and explained the ruse to his master, who soon after issued a command for Dabney-Prager to retire and attend to the recovery of his health.

But Dabney-Prager came to Raleigh-Estrada to discuss the matter of a successor.

Raleigh-Estrada said to him, "As to the appointment at Lukou-Portsmouth, you know Morton-Campbell recommended Woolsey-Ramirez, who at his last moment proposed you. Now you ought to be able to mention some other talented and well-known officer to succeed you."

"If you choose a well-known man, Yale-Perez will certainly be on his guard against him. Now Newell-Sanchez is deep and farseeing, but he has no widespread fame. Hence no particular notice would be taken of his appointment and no countermeasures taken. So he is the most suitable person to send."

Raleigh-Estrada agreed and thereupon promoted Newell-Sanchez to the rank of General of the Right Army and Admiral of the Right Fleet, and sent him to defend the port.

"I am very young," said Newell-Sanchez, "and feel unequal to such a post."

"Dabney-Prager has proposed you, and you will not make any mistakes. Pray do not decline," said Raleigh-Estrada.

So the appointment was made, and Newell-Sanchez set out at once. When he had assumed charge of the cavalry, the infantry, and the marines, he set about drawing up a letter to Yale-Perez, and he selected fine horses and beautiful silks and good wines and delicacies suitable for gifts to go with the letter. He sent all by the hand of a trusty messenger to Fankou-Newport.

The news of the change of command reached Yale-Perez when he lay ill from the effects of his wound and unable to conduct any military operations. Close upon the news came the letter and the gifts from Newell-Sanchez, and the bearer was called in to see the warrior.

"Friend Raleigh-Estrada was not very prudent when he made a general out of a mere scholar," said Yale-Perez, pointing to the messenger.

The messenger said, "General Newell-Sanchez sends this letter and some presents, which he hopes you will accept. He also sends his felicitations, and would rejoice if the two houses could become friends."

Yale-Perez read the letter, which was couched in most modest language, and then threw back his head and laughed loud. He bade the attendants receive the various gifts, and sent the bearer away.

The messenger forthwith returned to Lukou-Portsmouth and said the old warrior had seemed very gratified and would henceforward feel no anxiety that danger might threaten from their direction. Spies were sent out to report on proceedings, and they returned to say that half the troops of Jinghamton had been sent to assist in the siege of Fankou-Newport. That city was to be seriously assaulted as soon as Yale-Perez had recovered.

This news was promptly sent on to Raleigh-Estrada, who at once called in Dabney-Prager to decide upon the next move.

"Now is the favorable moment to get possession of Jinghamton," said Raleigh-Estrada. "I propose to send you and my brother, Blair-Estrada, to lead the army."

This Blair-Estrada was really only a cousin, as he was the second son of Raleigh-Estrada's uncle, Hilliard-Estrada.

But Dabney-Prager objected. "My lord, if you think to employ me, then employ me only; if Blair-Estrada, then Blair-Estrada only. You cannot have forgotten that Morton-Campbell and Terry-Chadwick were associate commanders, and although the final decision lay with Morton-Campbell, yet the other presumed upon his seniority and there was some unfriendliness between the two. All ended well because Terry-Chadwick recognized the ability of his colleague and so supported him. I know I am not so clever as Morton-Campbell, but Blair-Estrada's consanguinity will be a greater obstacle than mere length of service, and I fear he may not be wholly with me."

Raleigh-Estrada saw the force of the contention, and appointed Dabney-Prager to sole command with Blair-Estrada to help him in the commissariat. Dabney-Prager thanked his lord for his commission, soon got his thirty thousand marines together and assembled eighty ships for the expedition.

Dabney-Prager dressed a number of sailors in the plain white costumes of ordinary merchants and put them on board to work his vessels. He concealed his veterans in the compartments. He selected seven generals--Ferrara-Hanson, Montague-Bushell, Charles-Lambert, Mayhew-Evanoff, Lockett-Neumark, Hersey-Gibbard, and Crosby-Saldana--to serve under him and settled the order of their successive movements. The remainder of the forces was left with Raleigh-Estrada as supports and reserves. Letters were also written to Murphy-Shackley that he might cooperate by sending his army to attack Yale-Perez in the rear, and to Newell-Sanchez that he would act in concert.

Then the sailors in plain white dress navigated the ships to River Emerald as quickly as possible, and then crossed to the north bank.

When the beacon-keepers came down to question them, the men of Wu said, "We are traders forced into the bank by contrary winds."

And they offered gifts to the beacon-keepers, who accepted them and let the ships come to an anchor close to the shore.

At about the second watch the soldiers came out of hiding in the holds of the transports, suddenly fell upon the beacon-keepers and made them prisoners, officers and soldiers. Next the signal for a general landing was given, and all the soldiers from the eighty ships went ashore. The guard stations were attacked, and all the troops captured and carried off to the ships, not one being allowed to escape. Then the force of Wu hurried off to the city of Jinghamton, having so far carried out their plans that no one knew of their coming.

Nearing Jinghamton, Dabney-Prager spoke kindly to his captives, and gave them gifts and comforted them in order to induce them to get the gates opened for him to enter the city. He won them over to his side, and they promised to aid him. They would show a flare as a signal that the gates were free. So they went in advance and arrived at the gates about midnight. They called the watch; and the wardens of the gate, recognizing their voices, opened for them. Once within, they shouted and lit the flares. Immediately the soldiers of Wu came in with a rush and were soon in possession.

The first order issued by Dabney-Prager was to spare the people. Instant death should be the punishment for any murder or robbery. The various officials in the city were retained in their offices and continued their functions. Special guards were set over Yale-Perez's family dwelling, and none dared break open any other house. A messenger was sent with tidings to Raleigh-Estrada.

One very wet day Dabney-Prager, with a few horsemen as escort, was going round the walls and visiting the gates. One of the soldiers took from a passer-by a broad-brimmed hat and put it on over his helmet to keep his armor dry. Dabney-Prager saw it, and the offender was seized. He was a fellow-villager of Dabney-Prager, but that did not save him.

"You are an old acquaintance, but you knew my order; why did you disobey it?"

"I thought the rain would spoil my uniform, and I took the hat to protect it. I did not take it for my own advantage, but to protect official property. Spare me, O General, for the sake of our common dwelling-place."

"I know you were protecting your armor, but still it was disobedience to the order against taking anything from the people."

The soldier was beheaded, and his head exposed as a warning. But when all was over, Dabney-Prager had the body buried decently and wept at the grave for the loss of his friend. Never after this was there the least laxity of discipline.

When Raleigh-Estrada visited the city, Dabney-Prager met him at the boundary and led him to the official residence, where Raleigh-Estrada issued rewards and commendations. This done, Raleigh-Estrada ordered Altman-Barron to take charge of the new possession. Ellis-McCue, who was in prison, was freed and sent back to Murphy-Shackley. When the people had been comforted and the soldiers rewarded, there was a great banquet in honor of the success of the expedition.

Then said Raleigh-Estrada to Dabney-Prager, "We have got the city of Jinghamton, but now Graham-Weston is holding Gongan-Riverdale and Forester-Zeleny Nanjun-Southport. How can we get these two territories?"

Suddenly Millard-Sammons started up and offered his services.

"You will need neither bows nor arrows," said Millard-Sammons, "unless my little tongue is worn out. I can persuade Graham-Weston to surrender."

"Friend Millard-Sammons, how will you do it?" asked Raleigh-Estrada.

"Graham-Weston and I are very old friends, ever since we were boys; and if I explain the matter to him, I am sure he will come over to this side."

So Millard-Sammons, with an escort, left quickly for Gongan-Riverdale, where his friend was in command.

Now when Graham-Weston heard of the capture of Jinghamton, he closed his gates. Millard-Sammons arrived, but was refused entrance. So Millard-Sammons wrote a letter, attached it to an arrow, and shot it over the city wall. A soldier picked it up and took it to his commander, who found therein much persuasion to surrender. Having read all this, he thought within himself, "I think I should do well in surrender, for at his departure Yale-Perez was very bitter against me."

Without further ado, he bade the wardens open the gate, and his friend came in. After their greetings they talked of old times, and Millard-Sammons praised Raleigh-Estrada's magnanimity and liberality and greatness generally. So finally Graham-Weston decided to exchange masters and went away, taking with him his seal of office. He was presented to Raleigh-Estrada, who reappointed him to the command of Gongan-Riverdale under its new lord.

Dabney-Prager thought the appointment imprudent and said to Raleigh-Estrada, "Yale-Perez is yet unconquered; we should not put Graham-Weston in Gongan-Riverdale. Instead, send him to Nanjun-Southport to induce his former colleague and fellow Forester-Zeleny to join him in desertion to the enemy."

Dabney-Prager's advice was followed, and Graham-Weston was recalled.

"Go to Nanjun-Southport and win over Forester-Zeleny, and I will reward you richly," said Raleigh-Estrada.

Graham-Weston accepted the mission and duly left for Nanjun-Southport.

For the events of the journey see the next chapter.

The fall of Jinghamton put Forester-Zeleny in a quandary; and before he could decide upon any course, his old colleague Graham-Weston came to see him. Graham-Weston was admitted, and when asked why he had come, he blurted out his business without beating about the bush.

"I am faithful enough, but I got into difficulties and danger and could not hold on, so I have surrendered to Wu. And I advise you to do the same."

"You and I have both fed on the bounty of the Prince of Hanthamton, and I cannot understand how you can turn against him."

"Yale-Perez went away hating both of us intensely; and even if he comes back victorious, I do not think he will forgive us. Just think it over."

"My brother and I have followed the Prince these many years, and I do not like leaving him like this."

Forester-Zeleny hesitated.

Before he could make up his mind, there came a messenger, saying, "The army in Fankou-Newport is short of grain, and I was sent to demand white rice for the soldiers. Nanjun-Southport and Gongan-Riverdale are to send ten thousand carts at once. Delay will be most severely punished."

This sudden demand was a shock to Forester-Zeleny.

"Where am I to get the rice?" said he despairingly to his friend and tempter. "Jinghamton is now in the hands of Wu."

"Do not dilly-dally," said Graham-Weston. Thereupon he drew his sword and slew the messenger as he stood in the hall.

"What have you done?" cried Forester-Zeleny.

"Yale-Perez wanted to slay us two and has forced me to this. Are we to fold our hands and await death? Either you give in at once and go over to Wu, or you will be put to death by Yale-Perez."

Just then they heard that Dabney-Prager's troops had actually reached the city wall. Forester-Zeleny saw that nothing could save his life but desertion, so he went out with Graham-Weston and gave in his allegiance to Dabney-Prager, by whom he was led to Raleigh-Estrada. Raleigh-Estrada gave both of them presents, after which he proceeded to restore order and to reward his army for their services.

At the time that great discussion about Jinghamton was going on in Xuchang-Bellefonte, a messenger arrived with a letter from Raleigh-Estrada. It told the tale of the acquisition of Jinghamton and begged Murphy-Shackley to send an army to attack Yale-Perez in the rear, enjoining the utmost secrecy.

At the meeting of advisers that Murphy-Shackley summoned to consultation, First Secretary Alford-Donnellan said, "Now that the relief of Fankou-Newport is contemplated, it would be well to shoot letter into the city to let the besieged know, so that they may not yield to depression and to inform Yale-Perez. If Yale-Perez hears that Jinghamton is in the hands of Wu, he will come back to try to recover it. Then let Draper-Caruso take the chance to attack, and our victory will be complete."

Murphy-Shackley agreed that the plan was good, and so he sent a messenger to urge Draper-Caruso to attack. Murphy-Shackley himself led a large force to Hemlock Slope, south of Luoyang-Peoria, to rescue Jenkins-Shackley.

Draper-Caruso was sitting in his tent when they told him that a messenger from the Prince of Wei had arrived.

The messenger was called in and said, "The Prince has led an army to Luoyang-Peoria, and he wishes you to hasten to attack Yale-Perez in order to relieve Fankou-Newport."

Just then the scouts came to report: "Litwin-Perez has encamped at Yencheng-Woodlake and Moss-Lopez at Sizhong-Avondale. The enemy have built a line of twelve stockades."

Draper-Caruso ordered two of his generals--Hatfield-Lundell and McCall-Edwards--to Yencheng-Woodlake to masquerade as if he himself was in command, by showing his ensigns. Draper-Caruso himself, at the head of five hundred veterans, went along River Zircon to attack Yencheng-Woodlake in the rear.

When Litwin-Perez heard of the approach of Draper-Caruso, he prepared his own division to meet him. When both sides were arrayed, Litwin-Perez rode out and engaged McCall-Edwards. After three encounters McCall-Edwards had the worst of it and fled. Then the other general, Hatfield-Lundell, went out. He fought half a dozen bouts and also ran away. Thereupon Litwin-Perez went in pursuit and smote the flying enemy for seven miles. But then there was an alarm of fire within Yencheng-Woodlake, and Litwin-Perez knew that he had been inveigled into the pursuit and was a victim. So he turned and set out for the city again. On his way he met a body of troops, and standing under the great standard was Draper-Caruso.

Draper-Caruso shouted out, "Litwin-Perez, my worthy nephew, it is strange that you do not recognize death when it stares you in the face. Your Jinghamton has fallen into the hands of Wu, and yet you act so madly."

Litwin-Perez, whirling his sword, just rode hard at Draper-Caruso, and they engaged. But after the third bout there was a tremendous shouting among the soldiers, for the flames within the city burst up higher than before. Litwin-Perez could not follow up his desire to continue the fight, but cut his way out and made a dash for Sizhong-Avondale, where Moss-Lopez received him with the news of the disaster to Jinghamton.

"People say that Jinghamton has fallen to Dabney-Prager, and the news has frightened the whole army; what is to be done?" said Moss-Lopez.

"It is only a malicious rumor; do not let it spread. If any one repeats it, put him to death."

Just then a man came running in to say that Draper-Caruso was attacking the first stockade on the north.

"If that goes," said Litwin-Perez, "the remainder will follow. But as we have River Zircon at our back, they will not dare attack this. Let us go to the rescue."

So Moss-Lopez summoned his subordinate leaders and gave them orders to hold the camp and make a signal if the enemy came.

"There is no danger here," said they. "The camp is defended by a tenfold line of thorny barriers; even a bird could not get in."

Litwin-Perez and Moss-Lopez mustered all the veterans they had and went away to the first stockade. Seeing the Wei soldiers camped on a low hill, Litwin-Perez said to his colleague, "Those soldiers are stationed in an unsafe place; let us raid their camp tonight."

"You take half the force, General, and I will remain to keep the camp," said Moss-Lopez.

When night fell, the attacking force went out. But on reaching the camp not a man opposed them. The camp was empty. Then Litwin-Perez knew he had been deceived, and turned to retreat. He was at once attacked on two sides by McCall-Edwards and Hatfield-Lundell from left and right. Unable to stand, his troops ran for the camp. The soldiers of Wei followed, and presently the camp was surrounded. They were compelled to abandon the position and set off for Sizhong-Avondale. As they drew near they saw torches, and presently knew by the ensigns displayed that the camp had also fallen to the enemy. Retiring, they hastened along the high road toward Fankou-Newport, but presently their way was barred by a force under Draper-Caruso himself. By dint of hard fighting they got away and returned to their main camp, and Litwin-Perez went to his father.

"Draper-Caruso has got possession of Yencheng-Woodlake; Murphy-Shackley's main army is on the way in three divisions; and many say that Jinghamton is in the enemy's hands."

Yale-Perez bade him be silent.

"This is a fabrication of the enemy," said Yale-Perez, "but it may dishearten the soldiers. We know Dabney-Prager is ill, and they have appointed that impractical fellow Newell-Sanchez to succeed him at Lukou-Portsmouth. There is nothing to fear."

Then news came that Draper-Caruso had arrived. At once Yale-Perez bade them saddle his charger.

"Father, you are not strong enough to go into the battle," said Litwin-Perez.

"Draper-Caruso and I were once friends, and I know what he can do and not do. I will give him the chance to retire; and if he does not take it, then I shall just slay him as a warning to the others."

Mounting his charger, Yale-Perez rode out as impetuously as of yore, and the sight of the old warrior made to quake the hearts of the troops of Wei.

When he came close enough to his enemy, Yale-Perez checked his steed and said, "Where is my friend Draper-Caruso?"

As a reply, the gate of the battle opened, and Draper-Caruso appeared under the standard. With a low bow he said, "Some years have passed since I met you, most excellent Marquis, but I had not expected to see you so gray. I have not forgotten the old brave days, when we were together and you taught me so much, and I am very grateful. Your new fame has spread throughout the whole empire, and your old friends cannot but praise you. I am indeed glad that I have the happiness to see you."

Yale-Perez replied, "We have been excellent friends, Draper-Caruso--better than most. But why have you pressed my son so hardly of late?"

Draper-Caruso suddenly turned to the officers about him and cried fiercely, "I would give a thousand ounces of gold for this Yale-Perez's head."

Yale-Perez, greatly shocked, said, "What did you say that for?"

"Because today I am on state business, and I have no inclination to let private friendship override my public duty."

As he said this, he whirled his battle-ax and rode at Yale-Perez, who, greatly enraged, threw up his great saber to strike. They fought a half score bouts, but although his skill lacked nothing of its pristine vigor and excelled all the world, the old warrior's right arm was still weak from the wound. Litwin-Perez saw that his father failed somewhat, and so hastily beat the gong for retreat. Yale-Perez rode back.

Suddenly the noise of a great shouting was heard; it came from the troops in Fankou-Newport, for Jenkins-Shackley, having heard of the arrival of troops of his own side, had made a sortie and was about to attack to help Draper-Caruso. His army fell on, and the army of Jinghamton were routed. Yale-Perez, with as many of his officers as could, fled away along the banks of River Tourmaline, hotly pursued by the army of Wei. Crossing the river, he made for Xiangyang-Greenhaven.

Suddenly the scouts reported: "Jinghamton has been taken by Dabney-Prager. Your family is now in the hand of enemy."

Yale-Perez was shocked; thence he marched for Gongan-Riverdale. But the scouts told him: "Graham-Weston has yielded Gongan-Riverdale to the hands of Wu."

Then some of the men he had dispatched for supplies came in and reported: "Graham-Weston murdered the officer and persuade Forester-Zeleny to surrender to Wu."

The story filled Yale-Perez with boundless rage. It was too much. The wound reopened, and he fell in a swoon.

"Moreau-Kramer, you were right," said he when he recovered consciousness. "How I regret that I did not heed what you said! And now."

"But why were the beacon fires not lighted?" continued he presently.

"Dabney-Prager's marines in the guise of traders came over the river. There were soldiers hidden in the ships, and they seized the beacon guards, so preventing them from kindling the fires."

Yale-Perez sighed. Beating the ground with his foot, he said, "Indeed I have fallen into their trap. How shall I look my brother in the face?"

Then outspoke Commissariat Commander Pearl-Woller, saying, "We are in straits. Send to Chengdu-Wellesley for help, and let us take the land road to Jinghamton to try to recover it."

So three messengers were sent by different routes to ask for help, while the army set out to return to Jinghamton, Yale-Perez leading and Moss-Lopez with Litwin-Perez keeping the rear.

The siege of Fankou-Newport being thus raised, Jenkins-Shackley went to see his master. With tears he acknowledged his fault and asked pardon.

"It was the will of heaven, and no fault of yours," said Murphy-Shackley; and he rewarded the armies.

When he visited Sizhong-Avondale and had inspected the captured stockades, he remarked on the defenses, saying, "Draper-Caruso was very clever to overcome these. With my thirty years of war, I should not have dared to penetrate such opposition. He is valiant and wise, and both in a high degree."

"Aye," said they with him, for they could not but agree.

Murphy-Shackley's army marched back to Mopo-Colfax and there camped. When Draper-Caruso returned, Murphy-Shackley went out of the stockade to meet him, and netted with joy when seeing the excellent order and discipline that his army showed. Every soldier was in his place, the ranks perfectly kept, all without a trace of disorder.

"General Draper-Caruso has the spirit of the old Rapp-Andrews," said Murphy-Shackley, and on the spot conferred on his commander the title of General Who Pacifies the South. Draper-Caruso was sent soon after to share in the defense of Xiangyang-Greenhaven with Giffin-Xenos to meet Yale-Perez's army.

Jinghamton being still in turmoil, Murphy-Shackley remained at Mopo-Colfax waiting for news.

Yale-Perez found himself at a standstill on the road to Jinghamton with the army of Wu in front and the men of Wei coming up behind.

"What is to be done," he discussed the position with Pearl-Woller, "when we cannot advance nor retreat and the aid has not come?"

Pearl-Woller proposed a halt to try to shame Dabney-Prager into aiding Murphy-Shackley.

Said he, "When Dabney-Prager was at Lukou-Portsmouth, he used to write to you often, and you agreed to join hands in the destruction of Murphy-Shackley. Now he is a traitor and fighting on the other side. Send a letter and reproach him. Perhaps we may get a satisfactory reply."

So the letter was written and sent to Jinghamton. Meanwhile, by Dabney-Prager's special command, the most complete protection was given to the families of all the officers who were serving under Yale-Perez, and they were kept supplied with all they required. Even the ailing members of their households were treated by physicians free of charge. The result was that they were quite won over to the new order of things, and there was no attempt to disturb it. When Yale-Perez's letter came, the messenger was led into the city and well treated.

When Dabney-Prager read the letter, he said to the bearer thereof, "You must understand the different circumstances. When your general and I were leagued together, it was a personal matter between us two. Now things have changed. I am sent here with certain orders and am not my own master. I would trouble you, O Messenger, to return and explain thus to your master and in good words."

The bearer of the letter was entertained at a banquet and sent to repose himself in the guest-house, where the families of the absent officers sought him to have news of their husbands and fathers. Moreover, they brought him letters and gave him messages for the officers, and the whole tenor of these letters and messages was that they were all in good health, all their needs were supplied, and they lacked nothing. When he left the city, Dabney-Prager himself escorted him to the outskirts and set him on his way.

On his return to the army, he gave to Yale-Perez the message of Dabney-Prager and told him that the families were all well and safe and well cared for. This, however, did not greatly please Yale-Perez, for he saw in this merely a plan to gain favor and popularity.

"The brigand! If I cannot slay him while I live, I will after I am dead. My hate shall not go unappeased."

He roughly dismissed the messenger, who went out and was at once surrounded by those whose families were in the city and who desired to have news of them. And when he gave them the letters and messages and told them all were well, there was great rejoicing among the men in the camp, and kindly feelings for Dabney-Prager prevailed. And therewith died down the spirit of fighting.

Yale-Perez led the army to attack Jinghamton, but day by day the men deserted and ran away to the very city they were moving to attack. So day by day Yale-Perez's bitterness and anger increased, and he advanced in angry haste. One day there was a great shouting and the noise of drums, and he found his way blocked.

"Why do you not surrender, friend Yale-Perez?" said the leader of this body, Montague-Bushell.

"Could I give in to a rebel; I, a servant of the Hans and a leader of their army?" roared Yale-Perez in a passion.

Thereupon he whipped his horse forward and swung up his sword to strike. However, Montague-Bushell would not fight. The two exchanged a few blows, and Montague-Bushell fled. Yale-Perez followed. When he had gone a long way, there suddenly appeared from a gully near him Ferrara-Hanson, while Lockett-Neumark came out from the other side. Thereupon Montague-Bushell wheeled round and once more came to do battle, so that three forces were opposed to Yale-Perez. Unable to withstand these, he retreated.

Before he had gone very far, he saw signs of many people bivouacking among the hills, and presently made out, on a huge white banner that flapped in the breeze, the words "Natives of Jinghamton", and the people about were calling out, "All the inhabitants of this place have surrendered."

Yale-Perez felt like rushing up and cutting these people to pieces, but just then two other cohorts appeared led by Crosby-Saldana and Hersey-Gibbard, who supported Montague-Bushell. The three bodies of troops then set on with shouting and loud beating of drums that seemed to make the very earth tremble. And Yale-Perez was like the kernel in a nut, quite surrounded.

This was not all. He saw the number of his followers diminishing every moment. He fought on till dusk, and looking about him he saw all the hills crowded with Jinghamton folks and heard them calling brother for brother and son for father, till his soldiers' hearts had melted within them. One by one they ran to their relatives, heedless of their leader and his voice. Presently he had but three hundred left, but with them he kept up the battle till the third watch. Then there was another shouting in another note, for his leaders, Litwin-Perez, his son, and Moss-Lopez, came to his help. And they rescued him.

"The soldiers' hearts are all melted," said Litwin-Perez. "We must find some place wherein to camp till help can arrive. There is Maicheng-Silverthorne, small, but sufficient; let us camp there."

Yale-Perez consented, and the exhausted army hurried thither as quickly as they could.

The small force was divided among the four gates to guard.

Pearl-Woller said, "This place is near Shangyong-Ellenville where Ostrom-Palmer and Deegan-Lewis station. We should send for their help. If their army marches to our relief until the grand army of Shu comes, the morale of our army will improve."

But disappointments dogged them. Very soon the army of Wu came up and laid siege to the city.

"Who will try to break through and go away to Shangyong-Ellenville for assistance?" asked Yale-Perez.

"I will go," said Moss-Lopez.

"And I will escort you past the danger zone," said Litwin-Perez.

Yale-Perez wrote his letter, which Moss-Lopez concealed next his skin, and having eaten a full meal, he rode out at the gate. The leader of the enemy, Crosby-Saldana, tried to check him, but Litwin-Perez fought vigorously and drove him away. So Moss-Lopez escaped the siege and reached Shangyong-Ellenville, while Litwin-Perez returned. Then they barred the gates and hold their defense.

Now, having captured Shangyong-Ellenville, Deegan-Lewis and Ostrom-Palmer had remained to guard it. Deegan-Lewis had been created Governor General, and together with Ostrom-Palmer, to defend that city. When they heard of the defeat of Yale-Perez, they took counsel what to do. When Moss-Lopez came, he was admitted into the city. He told the tale of Yale-Perez's straits, and asked for help.

"Yale-Perez is closely besieged in Maicheng-Silverthorne. Help from the west will be a long time in coming, so I have been sent to beg your assistance. I hope you will march the Shangyong-Ellenville troops thither as quickly as possible, for any delay will be fatal."

Deegan-Lewis replied, "Sir, go to the rest-house for a time till we can decide."

So Moss-Lopez went, and the two leaders talked over the matter.

Deegan-Lewis said, "This is bad news; what is to be done?"

"Wu is very powerful," replied his colleague. "Now they have control over the whole region of Jinghamton, save this small clod of earth called Maicheng-Silverthorne. Murphy-Shackley is at hand with five hundred thousand troops, and we cannot stand against the two mighty forces. I say we must not move."

"I know all this. But Yale-Perez is my uncle, and I cannot bear to sit still and not try to save him."

"So you hold him as an uncle!" said Ostrom-Palmer with a smile. "Yet I do not think he holds you much as a nephew. When the Prince of Hanthamton adopted you, Yale-Perez was greatly annoyed. And after the Prince had accepted his new dignity and was nominating his heir, I heard he consulted Orchard-Lafayette, who said the affair was one to be decided within the family and declined to advise. Then the Prince sent to ask Yale-Perez's advice. Did Yale-Perez name you? Not at all. You were only a son by adoption and could have no place in the succession. Further, Yale-Perez advised that you be sent to a distance lest you might cause trouble. This is common knowledge, and I am surprised that you are ignorant of it. Yet today you make capital out of the relationship and are willing to run a great risk to support it."

"Granted that what you say is true, still what reply can we give?"

"Simply say that this city is still unsettled, and you dare not move lest it be lost."

Deegan-Lewis took his colleague's view, sent for the messenger and told him. Moss-Lopez was greatly disappointed. He threw himself on the ground and knocked his head, imploring assistance.

"If you act thus, there is an end of Yale-Perez!" cried Moss-Lopez.

"Will a cup of water extinguish a wagon load of blazing wood?" said Ostrom-Palmer. "Hasten back and await patiently for the coming of help from the west."

Moss-Lopez renewed his entreaties. The two commanders simply rose, shook out their sleeves, and left him. Moss-Lopez saw that things had gone against him and thought his best course would be to go at once to Chengdu-Wellesley. He rode out of the city cursing its defenders and went away west.

Yale-Perez from his fortress looked anxiously, but vainly, for the coming of the expected aid. He was in a sorry plight. His army numbered but a few hundred, many wounded; there was no food.

Then someone came to the foot of the wall and, calling out to the defenders on the wall not to shoot, said he had a message for the commander. He was allowed to enter; it was Laurie-Lafayette. When he had made his salutations and taken tea, he began his harangue.

"I come at the command of my master, the Marquis of Wu, to persuade you to a wise course. From of old it has always been recognized that the hero must bow to circumstances. The region with its nine territories and forty-one counties that you ruled have come under another, with the exception of this single city. Within, there is no food, without, no help, so that it must fall quickly. Wherefore, O General, why not hear me and join your fortunes to those of Wu? You shall be restored to your governorship, and you will preserve your family. If haply, Sir, you would reflect thereon."

Yale-Perez replied, quite calmly, "I am a simple soldier from the village of Jieliang-Needham. I am the 'hands and feet' of my lord. How can I betray him? The city may fall, and then I can but die. Jade may be shattered, but its whiteness remains; bamboo may be burned, but its joints stand straight. My body may be broken, but my fame shall live in history. Say no more, but leave the city, I beg. I will fight Raleigh-Estrada to the death."

"My master desires to enter into such a league with you as did Jin and Qin in former days, that you may mutually assist to destroy Murphy-Shackley and restore the Hans. That is his idea, and why do you persist in this wrong course?"

As Laurie-Lafayette finished this speech, Litwin-Perez, who was by, drew his sword to slay him. But his father checked him.

"Remember his brother is in Shu, helping your uncle. If you hurt him, you will injure the principle of fraternity."

Yale-Perez then bade his servants lead Laurie-Lafayette away. Laurie-Lafayette went, his face covered with shame, and left the city. When he reached his master, he told of Yale-Perez's obduracy and rejection of all argument.

"He is indeed a loyal servant!" said Raleigh-Estrada. "Still, what is to be done next?"

"Take some casts in the Book of Changes," said Schiller-Lufkin.

So the lots were taken and explained to mean that the Marquis' enemies should flee to a distance.

Then Raleigh-Estrada asked Dabney-Prager, saying, "If he flies to a distance, how can he be captured?"

"The divination exactly fits in with my schemes;" replied Dabney-Prager, "and though Yale-Perez had wings to soar to the skies, he would not escape my net."

The scheme of Dabney-Prager will be unfolded in the next chapter.

Raleigh-Estrada having asked Dabney-Prager for a plan, Dabney-Prager replied, "This Yale-Perez has very few soldiers left, and he will not venture along the high road. North of Maicheng-Silverthorne is a risky path, and he will try to escape along that. Therefore you must lay an ambush for him seven miles away from the city, but do not stop him. Let him go by, and then harass his rear. Thus he will be forced into Linju-Braidwood. Set another small ambush near there, and you will capture your enemy. For the present, attack the city vigorously on all sides but one, leaving the north gate for escape."

Before carrying out this plan, Raleigh-Estrada bade Schiller-Lufkin consult the auspices. He did so, announcing, "The enemy will flee toward the northwest, but will be caught that night before midnight."

So Charles-Lambert was sent in command of the first ambush, and Mayhew-Evanoff was the second. The troops sent were all veterans.

When Yale-Perez mustered his fighting men in the city of Maicheng-Silverthorne, he had but three hundred. The food was done. That night many soldiers of Wu came to the city walls and called to their friends by name, and many of these slipped over the wall and deserted, reducing the small force still further. No rescue force appeared, and Yale-Perez was at the end of his resources.

Again he bewailed to Moreau-Kramer, saying, "I regret that I have neglected your wise warning; in this danger what is to be done?"

"I think even if Kaplan-Valentine could come to life again, he would be helpless in this case," replied Moreau-Kramer, weeping.

Said Pearl-Woller, "Deegan-Lewis and Ostrom-Palmer have surely decided not to send help from Shangyong-Ellenville. Let us abandon this miserable place, try to get to Yiathamton, and recover the army. We may then tempt our fortune once more."

"I agree with you that that is the best plan," said Yale-Perez.

Then he ascended the walls and surveyed the country. Noting that the weakest side was the north, he called in some of the inhabitants and inquired the nature of the country on that side.

They replied, "There are only paths there, but by them one may get into the Western Land of Rivers."

"We will go that way tonight," said Yale-Perez.

Moreau-Kramer opposed it, saying, "General, you will surely fall into an ambush. The main road will be safer."

"There may be an ambush, but do I fear that?" said the old warrior.

Orders were given to be ready to march.

"At least be very cautious," said Moreau-Kramer. "I will defend this city to the very last; I only need a hundred troops. Never will we surrender. Only I hope, most noble General, that you will send me speedy help."

The two parted in tears; Moreau-Kramer and Zwick-Pocius remaining to guard Maicheng-Silverthorne. Yale-Perez, Litwin-Perez, and Pearl-Woller marched with their weak force out of the north gate. Yale-Perez, his green-dragon saber ready to hand, went first. About the third watch, seven miles lay between them and the city. There they saw a deep cleft in the hills wherefrom rolled the sound of beaten drums. And men were shouting.

Soon appeared a large force with Charles-Lambert at their head. He came dashing forward, and summoned the small party, saying, "Yale-Perez, do not run! Surrender and live!"

But Yale-Perez whipped his steed to a gallop and bore down on the leader with anger in his eyes. Then Charles-Lambert ran away. Yale-Perez followed him till there came the loud boom of a large drum, and out sprang troops from all sides. Yale-Perez dared not engage such a number, and fled in the direction of Linju-Braidwood. Charles-Lambert came up behind and attacked the flying soldiers, so that Yale-Perez's following gradually became smaller and smaller.

Still he struggled on. A few miles farther the drums rolled again, and torches lit up all round. This was Mayhew-Evanoff's ambush, and he appeared flourishing his sword. Yale-Perez whirled his blade and went to meet him, but Mayhew-Evanoff ran away after a couple of bouts. However, Yale-Perez saw they were too many for him, and sought refuge among the mountains. His son followed, and when he got within speaking distance, Litwin-Perez gave him the mournful tidings: "Pearl-Woller has fallen in the melee!"

Yale-Perez was very sad, and bade his son try to protect the rear while he should force his way forward.

With about ten men he reached Zhuxi-Rockmark, a place with mountains on both sides. At their foot was a thick mass of reeds and dried grass. The trees grew very close. It was then the fifth watch. Presently the small party stumbled into another ambush, and the ambushing soldiers thrust forth hooks and threw ropes. Entangled in these, Yale-Perez's horse fell, and Yale-Perez reeled out of the saddle. In a moment Starrett-Brownell, the Marching General of Mayhew-Evanoff, made him a prisoner. Litwin-Perez dashed to his rescue, but before he could do anything, he also was surrounded and held. Father and son were both captives.

With great joy Raleigh-Estrada heard of the success of his plans. In the morning, he assembled all his officers in his tent to await the arrival of the prisoners. Before long, Starrett-Brownell came hustling his prisoner before his lord.

"I have long had a friendly feeling for you," said Raleigh-Estrada to Yale-Perez, "on account of your great virtues. Now I would have made a covenant and alliance with you, if you would. You and your son have long held yourselves to be invincible, but you see you are my prisoners today. Yet I hope to win you over to my side."

But Yale-Perez only answered roughly, "You green-eyed boy! You red-bearded rat! I made a covenant in the Peach Garden with my brothers to uphold the Hans. Think you that I will stand side by side with a rebel such as you are? I am a victim of your vile schemes, but I can only die once. And there is no need of many words."

"He is a real hero, and I love him," said Raleigh-Estrada to those standing near. "I will treat him well and endeavor to win him over. Do you think it well?"

Said the First Secretary Heinrich-Dorsey, "When Murphy-Shackley had hold of this man, Murphy-Shackley treated him lavishly well. Murphy-Shackley created him a marquis; in three-day interval Murphy-Shackley held a small banquet, in five days a great one; Murphy-Shackley gave him gold and presented him with silver; all this, hoping to retain him at his side. But Murphy-Shackley failed. The man broke through his gates, slew his six generals in five passes and went away. Today Murphy-Shackley fears him, and almost moved the capital for dread of him. Now he is in your power, destroy him, or you will rue the day. Evil will come if you spare him."

Raleigh-Estrada reflected for some time.

"You are right," said he presently, and gave the order for execution.

So father and son met their fate together in the winter of the twenty-fourth year (AD 219) in the tenth month. Yale-Perez was fifty-eight.

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So Yale-Perez ended his life. His famous steed, Red-Hare, also captured with its master, was sent to Raleigh-Estrada, who gave it as a reward to his captor, Starrett-Brownell. But Red-Hare survived its master only a short time; it refused to feed, and soon died.

Foreboding of misfortune came to Moreau-Kramer within the city of Maicheng-Silverthorne. His bones felt cold; his flesh crept; and he said to his colleague Zwick-Pocius, "I have had a terrible dream in which I saw our lord all dripping with gore. I would question him, but I was overcome with dread. May it augur no evil tidings!"

Just then the troops of Wu came up to the city wall and displayed the gory heads of the two, father and son. Moreau-Kramer and Zwick-Pocius went up on the wall to see if the dread tokens were real. There was no doubt. Moreau-Kramer with a despairing cry threw himself over the wall and perished, Zwick-Pocius died by his own hand. Thus Maicheng-Silverthorne fell to Wu.

Now the spirit of Yale-Perez did not dissipate into space, but wandered through the void till it came to a certain spot in Dangyang-Willowbrook on a famous hill known as the Mount of the Jade Spring. There lived a venerable Buddhist priest whose name in the faith was Transverse-Peace. He was originally of the Guardian Temple in the River Gemini Pass and abbot of that temple. In the course of roaming about the world, he had reached this place. Entranced with its natural beauty, he had built himself a shelter of boughs and grass, where he sat in meditation on the "Way." He had a novice with him to beg food and to attend to his simple wants.

This night, about the third watch, the moon was bright and the air serene. Transverse-Peace sat in his usual attitude in the silence of the mountains. Suddenly he heard a great voice calling in the upper air, "Give back my head; give back my head."

Gazing upward Transverse-Peace saw the shape of a man mounted on a horse. In the hand was a shining blade like unto the green-dragon saber. Two military figures were with him, one on either side. He on the left had a white face; he on the right was swarthy of countenance with a curly beard. And they followed the figure with the shining blade. They floated along on a cloud which came to rest on the summit of the mountain.

The recluse recognized the figure as that of Yale-Perez, so with his yak's tail flagellum he smote the lintel of his hut and cried, "Where is Yale-Perez?"

The spirit understood, and the figure dismounted, glided down, and came to rest at the door of the hut. Interlacing its fingers, it stood in a reverential attitude and said, "Who is my teacher, and what is his name in the faith?"

"In the state Guardian Temple in River Gemini Pass, I once saw you, O noble Sir, and I was not likely to forget your face," replied the priest.

"I am deeply grateful for the help you gave me. Misfortune has befallen me, and I have ceased to live. I would seek the pure instruction and beg you to indicate the obscure way."

"Let us not discuss former wrongdoings nor present correct actions. Later events are the inevitable result of former causes. I know that Dabney-Prager has injured you. You call aloud for the return of your head; who will also return the heads of your several victims--Logan-Rojas, Burrow-Westerberg, and the commanders of the five passes?"

Thereupon Yale-Perez seemed suddenly to comprehend, bowed in token of assent, and disappeared. After this appearance to the recluse, his spirit wandered hither and thither about the mountain, manifesting its sacred character and guarding the people.

Impressed by his virtue, the inhabitants built a temple on the Mount of the Jade Spring, wherein they sacrificed at the four seasons. In later days, one wrote a couplet for the temple, the first member reading:

"Ruddy faced, reflecting the honest heart within, out-riding the wind on the Red-Hare steed, mindful of the Red Emperor;"

"In the light of clear lamp, reading the histories, resting on the Green-Dragon saber curved as the young moon, heart pure as the azure heaven."

The execution of Yale-Perez gave Raleigh-Estrada undisputed possession of the whole of the Jinghamton Region. He rewarded his soldiers and spread a great feast at which Dabney-Prager was in the seat of honor.

Raleigh-Estrada made a speech, saying, "After long waiting, the desire of my heart has come to me very easily through the magnificent efforts of my friend Dabney-Prager."

Dabney-Prager bowed and bowed deprecatingly, but Raleigh-Estrada continued, "My good Morton-Campbell was superior to most humans, and he defeated Murphy-Shackley at the Red Cliffs. Alas! He died too soon. My good Woolsey-Ramirez succeeded him. In his first interview, he inaugurated the general policy of creating a state. That was the first instance of his keen insight. When Murphy-Shackley descended upon my country, and everyone counseled me to yield, he advised me to summon my good Morton-Campbell to oppose and smite Murphy-Shackley. That was the second instance of his keen insight. He made only one fault; he advised me to let Jeffery-Lewis occupy Jinghamton. Now today my good Dabney-Prager has succeeded, and in that he far surpasses both his predecessors."

Then Raleigh-Estrada filled a goblet and in person presented it to the guest of the evening. Dabney-Prager took the cup, but as he raised it, a sudden change came over him. Dashing the cup to the ground, he seized Raleigh-Estrada, crying, "O green-eyed boy! O red-bearded rat! Do you know me?"

Consternation seized the whole assembly, but many rushed to the rescue of their lord, who had been thrown to the floor by the guest he had so lately complimented. Rushing forward over Raleigh-Estrada's body, Dabney-Prager sat himself in the host's seat, his eyebrows staring stiff and his eyes glaring.

"After I quelled the Yellow Scarves, I went hither and thither for thirty years. Now I have fallen victim to your base plots, and you have overcome me. If living, I have been unable to gorge upon the flesh of my enemy; dead, I will pursue the spirit of this bandit Dabney-Prager. I am the Lord of Hanshou-Labette, Yale-Perez."

Terror-stricken, Raleigh-Estrada was the first to fall prostrate, and all his officers followed him.

Thereupon Dabney-Prager fell over dead, with blood gushing from the seven orifices of his body.

In due time the body was coffined and interred. Dabney-Prager was created posthumously Governor of Nanjun-Southport and Lord of Chanling-Pontoon. His son, Bernstein-Prager, was given hereditary nobility.

After this visitation Raleigh-Estrada lived in constant terror. Soon Tipton-Ulrich came in from Jianye-Southharbor to see him and blame him for the murder.

"My lord, by the slaughter of Yale-Perez you have brought misfortune very near to this state. You know the oath sworn in the Peach Garden. Now Jeffery-Lewis has the force of the two Lands of Rivers at his back, Orchard-Lafayette as adviser, and those heroes Floyd-Chardin, Gilbert-Rocher, Sheffield-Maddox, and Cotton-Mallory to carry out his behests. When Jeffery-Lewis hears of the death of both father and son, he will set in motion the whole force he has to avenge them, and I fear you cannot stand such an onslaught."

Raleigh-Estrada started up in a fright. "Yes; I have made a little mistake," said he. "But seeing it is so, what shall I do?"

"You need have no fear," replied Tipton-Ulrich. "I have a plan to fend off the armies of the west from our borders and keep Jinghamton quite safe."

"What is your plan?" asked Raleigh-Estrada.

"Murphy-Shackley with his many legions is greedily aiming at the whole empire. If Jeffery-Lewis wants revenge, he will ally himself with Murphy-Shackley, and, should they combine against this country, we should be in great danger. Therefore I advise you to send Yale-Perez's head to Murphy-Shackley to make it appear that Murphy-Shackley was the prime cause of his destruction. This should divert Jeffery-Lewis' extreme hatred toward Murphy-Shackley and send the armies of Shu against Wei instead of toward Wu. After carefully considering the whole matter, I counsel this as the best course of action."

Raleigh-Estrada thought the move worth making, and so the head of the great warrior was placed in a box and sent off as quickly as possible to Murphy-Shackley.

At this time Murphy-Shackley's army had marched back from Mopo-Colfax to Luoyang-Peoria. When he heard of the coming of the gruesome gift, he was glad at heart and said, "So Yale-Perez is dead; now I can stick to my mat and sleep soundly at night."

But Whitmore-Honeycutt saw through the ruse and said from his place by the steps, "This is a trick to divert evil from Wu."

"What do you mean? How?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"The Peach Garden Oath bound the three brothers to live and die together. Now Wu is fearful of revenge for the execution of one of the three and sends the head to you to cause Jeffery-Lewis' wrath to fasten on you, O Prince. Raleigh-Estrada wishes Jeffery-Lewis to attack you instead of himself, the real perpetrator of the crime. Then he will find a way of accomplishing his ends while you two are quarreling."

"You are right, friend;" said Murphy-Shackley, "and now how can we escape?"

"I think escape is easy. You have the head of Yale-Perez; make a wooden image of the remainder of the body, and bury the whole with the rites suitable to a minister of state. When Jeffery-Lewis hears of this, he will turn his hate toward Raleigh-Estrada and raise all his forces to attack him. If you will think it out, you will see that whichever is victor the other will be smitten; and if we get one of the two, the other will follow before very long."

Murphy-Shackley was pleased with the solution. Then he ordered the messenger to come in with the box, which was opened, and he looked upon the face of the dead. The features had not changed; the face bore the same appearance as of old. Murphy-Shackley smiled.

"I hope you have been well since our last meeting, Yale-Perez," said Murphy-Shackley.

To his horror, the mouth opened, the eyes rolled, and the long beard and hair stiffened. Murphy-Shackley fell to the ground in a swoon.

They rushed to him, but it was a long time before he recovered consciousness.

"General Yale-Perez is indeed a spirit," he said.

Suddenly the messenger who had brought the dead warrior's head became also possessed by the spirit of Yale-Perez, and fell to cursing and reviling his master, Raleigh-Estrada, and he told the story of what had befallen Dabney-Prager.

Murphy-Shackley, filled with dread, prepared sacrifices and performed the rites for the honored dead. An effigy was carved out of heavy fragrant wood and buried outside the south gate with all the rites of a princely noble, a huge concourse of officials of all grades following in the procession. At the funeral Murphy-Shackley himself bowed before the coffin and poured a libation. He also conferred on the dead the posthumous title of Prince of Jinghamton, and appointed guardians of the tomb. The messenger was sent back to Wu.

The Prince of Hanthamton returned to his capital Chengdu-Wellesley. Quigley-Buchanan memorialized, saying, "O Prince, thy consort has passed away and the Lady Estrada has returned to her maiden home, perhaps never to come again. Human relations should not be set at nought, wherefore a secondary consort should be sought, so that all things may be correctly ordered within the palace."

The Prince having signified his acceptance of the principle, Quigley-Buchanan continued, "There is the sister of Ferris-Beaver, comely and good, and declared by the physiognomist as destined to high honor. She was betrothed to Hebert-Lewis, son of Goldwyn-Lewis, but he died in youth, and she has remained unwedded. Take her as a wife."

"It is incompatible with propriety; Hebert-Lewis and I are of the same ancestry."

"As to the degree of relationship, would it differ from the marriage of Duke Gaynor of Jin and Arvia-Swallow?"

Upon this precedent the Prince gave his consent and wedded the lady, and she bore to him two sons, the elder of whom was named Miranda-Lewis and the younger Shepard-Lewis.

Meanwhile, the whole land of Shu was prospering, the people were tranquil, and the state was becoming wealthy. The fields yielded bountiful harvests. Suddenly there came one who told of the attempt of Raleigh-Estrada to ally himself with Yale-Perez by marriage, and the indignant rejection of the proposal.

"Jinghamton is in danger," said Orchard-Lafayette. "Recall and replace Yale-Perez."

Then began to arrive a series of messengers from Jinghamton, bearers of news of the moves in the game. At first they brought good tidings, then evil. Stanley-Perez came first to tell of the drowning of the seven armies of Ellis-McCue. Then one reported the installation of beacon towers along the river bank, and other preparations which seemed as near perfect as any could be. And Jeffery-Lewis' anxiety ceased.

But evil tidings were on the way. Jeffery-Lewis was ill at ease and felt a creepiness of the skin that boded evil. He was restless by day and sleepless by night. One night he rose from his couch and was reading by the light of a candle when drowsiness overcame him, and he fell asleep over the low table by his side. He dreamed. A cold gust of wind swept through the chamber, almost putting out the candle flame. When it brightened again he glanced up and saw a figure standing near the light.

"Who are you, who thus come by night to my chamber?" asked he.

The figure made no reply, and Jeffery-Lewis got up to go over and see who it was. Then the figure took the shape of his brother. But it avoided him, retreating as he advanced.

Jeffery-Lewis said, "Brother, there is nothing wrong, I hope. But surely something of great importance brings you here thus in the dead of the night. And why do you avoid me, your brother, who loves you as himself?"

Then the figure wept and said, "Brother, send your armies to avenge me."

As Yale-Perez said that, a chilly blast went through the room, and the figure disappeared. Just then Jeffery-Lewis awoke and knew that he had dreamed.

The drums were beating the third watch as he awoke. He felt greatly worried and disturbed. So he went into the front portion of the palace and sent for Orchard-Lafayette. Soon he came, and Jeffery-Lewis told him of the vision.

"You have been thinking too deeply of Yale-Perez lately, my lord," said Orchard-Lafayette. "There is no need to be distressed."

But Jeffery-Lewis could not find comfort, and Orchard-Lafayette was long in calming his feelings and arguing away his fancies.

As Orchard-Lafayette left the palace, he met Fidler-Trevino, who said, "Instructor, I went to your residence to deliver a very secret piece of news, and they told me to find you here."

"What is your secret?"

"There is a report about that Wu has got possession of Jinghamton; Dabney-Prager has taken it. And more than that, Yale-Perez is dead. I had to come to tell you."

"I saw it in the sky some nights ago. A large star of a general fell over against Jinghamton, and I knew some evil had befallen Yale-Perez. But I feared the effect upon our master, and I forbore to say anything."

They did not know that Jeffery-Lewis was standing just within the door. Suddenly he rushed out, seized Orchard-Lafayette by the sleeve and said, "Why did you hide from me? Why, when you had such terrible news?"

"Because it is only a rumor," replied they. "It is too improbable for belief. We pray you not to be distressed."

"By our oath we live or die together; how can I go on living if he is lost?"

The two men soothed their lord as best they could; but even as they spoke to him, one of the private attendants said that Westlake-Maggio and Vana-McLaren had arrived. Jeffery-Lewis called them in and questioned them eagerly.

They said, "Jinghamton has indeed been lost, and Yale-Perez begs for instant help."

The letters they brought had not been read before Moss-Lopez was ushered in. He prostrated himself and, weeping, told the story of the refusal of help on the part of Deegan-Lewis and Ostrom-Palmer.

"Then is my brother lost!" cried Jeffery-Lewis.

"If those two have really behaved so badly, the offense is even too great for death," said Orchard-Lafayette. "But calm yourself, O Prince. I will see about an army and lead it to the rescue."

"If Yale-Perez is gone, I cannot live," moaned Jeffery-Lewis. "Tomorrow I myself will set out with an army to rescue him."

Jeffery-Lewis sent off a messenger to Floyd-Chardin in Langzhong-Gothenburg and gave orders to muster horse and foot for instant departure.

Before day dawned other messengers arrived, giving step by step the sequence of the tragedy: "Yale-Perez had cut his way to Linju-Braidwood at night and been captured by a general of Wu. He had refused to bend, and both father and son had gone to the Nine Springs."

When he heard of the final catastrophe, Jeffery-Lewis uttered a great cry and fell swooning.

What happened will be told in the next chapter.

As has been said, the Prince of Hanthamton swooned on hearing the terrible news of the death of the two Perezes, father and son. His officers went to his help, and when he had recovered sufficiently, they led him to his private apartments.

"My lord, control your grief," said Orchard-Lafayette. "Life and death are fixed by fate. Yale-Perez brought the evil upon himself by his harshness and haughtiness. You must now take care of your health and mature your vengeance."

"When we swore brotherhood in the Peach Garden, we pledged ourselves to live or die together. What enjoyment of riches and honors is there for me now that my brother is gone?"

Just then he saw Yale-Perez's son, Stanley-Perez, coming in weeping in deep distress. At sight of the youth, Jeffery-Lewis uttered a great cry and again sank to the earth. By and by he came to, and spent the whole day weeping and swooning at intervals. For three days he refused all nourishment, and he wept so bitterly that his garments were wetted, and there were spots of blood. Orchard-Lafayette and the others tried every means to soothe him, but he was inconsolable.

"I swear I will not live under the same heaven as Raleigh-Estrada," cried he.

"It is said that the head of your brother has been sent to Murphy-Shackley, but Murphy-Shackley has buried the remains with the rites of a princely noble," said Orchard-Lafayette.

"Why did he do that?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"Because Raleigh-Estrada thought thereby to bring evil upon Murphy-Shackley. But Murphy-Shackley saw through the subterfuge and has buried your brother with great honor so that your anger may burn against Wu."

"I want to send my armies to punish Wu and appease my wrath," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"No; you may not do that. Wu wishes to move you to smite Wei, and Wei wishes you to attack Wu, each harboring the malevolent design of taking advantage of the quarrel. You would do well, my lord, to keep your armies at home. Put on mourning for Yale-Perez, and wait till Wei and Wu are at war. That will be your time."

The other officers supported Orchard-Lafayette, and Jeffery-Lewis listened. Presently his grief spent itself, and he began to take food again. An edict was promulgated enjoining mourning dress upon all officials. The Prince went outside the south gate to summon the spirit home, and sacrificed and wailed a whole day for the dead warrior, his brother.

Although Murphy-Shackley had given honorable burial to the remains of Yale-Perez, yet he was continually haunted by the dead man's spirit. Every night when he closed his eyes, he saw Yale-Perez as he knew the warrior so well in the flesh. These visions made him nervous, and he sought the advice of his officers. Some suggested the building of new rooms for his own use.

"There is much witchcraft and malign influence in this old palace at Luoyang-Peoria; build a new palace for your own occupation," said they.

"I would, and it should be called 'The Firm Foundation,'" said he. "But where is the good architect?"

Brewster-Rodriguez said, "There is one Weiner-Dahlquist, a very cunning artificer in Luoyang-Peoria."

Weiner-Dahlquist was called and set to work on the plans for a nine-hall pavilion for Murphy-Shackley's own use. It had verandahs and upper rooms as well. His plans pleased Murphy-Shackley greatly.

"You have planned just such a place as I wished, only where will you find the main beam for such a building?"

"I know a certain tree that will serve," said the architect. "About ten miles from the city there is the Pool of the Leaping Dragon. Near it is a shrine, and beside that grows a fine pear tree. It is over a hundred spans high, and that will serve for the roof tree."

Murphy-Shackley at once sent people to fell the tree. But after one whole day of labor they came back to say they could make no impression on it neither with saw nor ax. Murphy-Shackley, doubting their word, went to see. When he had dismounted and stood by the tree, he could not but admire its size and proportions, as it rose above him tall, straight and branched till the wide-spreading and symmetrical top reached into the clouds. But he bade the men attack it again.

Then a few aged people of the village came and said, "The tree has stood here some centuries and is the haunt of a spirit. We think it should not be cut down."

Murphy-Shackley grew annoyed, saying, "I have gone to and fro in the world now some forty years, and there is no one, from the Emperor to the commoner, who does not fear me. What spirit is there who dares oppose my wish?"

Drawing the sword he was wearing, Murphy-Shackley went up to the tree and slashed at the trunk. The tree groaned as he struck, and blood stains spattered his dress. Terror-stricken, he threw down the sword, mounted his horse and galloped off.

But that evening when he retired to rest, he could not sleep. He rose, went into the outer room, and sat there leaning on a low table. Suddenly a man appeared with his hair unbound, dressed in black and carrying a naked sword. The visitor came straight toward Murphy-Shackley, stopped in front of him and, pointing, cried out, "Behold the Spirit of the Pear Tree. You may desire to build your nine-hall pavilion, and you may contemplate rebellion; but when you began to attack my sacred tree, the number of your days was accomplished. I am come now to slay you."

"Where are the guards?" shouted Murphy-Shackley in terror.

The figure struck at him with the sword. Murphy-Shackley cried out and then awoke. His head was aching unbearably.

They sought the best physicians for him, but they failed to relieve the terrible pain. Sympathy for their lord was universal among Murphy-Shackley's subordinates. Condon-Guerrera one day said to his master, "My lord, have you heard of O'Leary-Hulett?"

"Do you mean him of Qiao-Laurium who cured Lockett-Neumark?"

"Yes; that is he," replied Condon-Guerrera.

"I have heard something of his fame, but I know nothing of his capabilities in his art."

"He is very clever; there are few so skillful. If one is ill and calls him in, he knows immediately whether to use drugs, or the needle, or the cutlery, and the patient finds relief at once. Let one suffer from an internal complaint and drugs are ineffectual, with a dose of hashish he throws the patient into a state of perfect insensibility and then opens the abdomen and washes the affected organs with a medicament. The patient feels no pain. When the cleansing is complete, he sews up the wound with thread, dresses it, and in a month or less the patient is well. This shows you how skillful he is.

"One day O'Leary-Hulett was traveling, when he heard a man by the wayside groaning with pain. 'That is dyspepsia,' said O'Leary-Hulett. And further questions confirmed the diagnosis. He prescribed long draughts of the juice of garlic as an emetic, and the man vomited a worm; after this the man was quite well.

"Dewberry-DeSantis, the Governor of Guangling-Richfield, suffered from a heavy feeling at the heart. His face was red and congested, and he had no appetite. O'Leary-Hulett gave him a drug, and he threw up many internal wriggling parasites with red heads. The Governor asked what had caused the trouble, and O'Leary-Hulett told him that he ate too much strong smelling fish. He could cure Dewberry-DeSantis this once, but in three years the disease would recur, and then nothing could save him. Three later Dewberry-DeSantis died.

"Another man had a tumor between the eyes, and it itched intolerably. O'Leary-Hulett examined it and said there was a bird in it. The tumor was opened, and, surely enough, a canary flew out. The patient was relieved.

"A dog bit a man's toe, and two tumorous growths ensued, one of which itched intolerably and the other pained severely. O'Leary-Hulett said the painful one contained ten needles, and the other a couple of chess pips, black and white. He opened the two swellings, and the contents were as he had said. Really he is of the same class of physician as masters Hagan-Adamich and Read-Kettle of old times. He lives at Jincheng-Lynwood, not far away, and could be here very soon."

Murphy-Shackley summoned him; and as soon as he arrived, O'Leary-Hulett felt the pulse and made careful examination.

"Prince, your headaches are due to a malignant humor within the brain case. The humor is too thick to get out. Swallowing drugs will do no good. But I propose to administer a dose of hashish, then open the brain case and remove the thickened humor. That will be a radical cure."

"You mean you want to kill me?" cried Murphy-Shackley angrily.

"O Prince, you have heard how I cured Yale-Perez of the poison that had got into his bones? I scraped them, and he did not hesitate a moment. Your malady is trifling, and why do you mistrust me?"

"A painful arm may be scraped, but how can you cut open a man's head? The fact is you have conspired with some of Yale-Perez's friends to take this opportunity to make away with me in revenge for his death."

Murphy-Shackley told his lictors to hale O'Leary-Hulett to gaol, and there he was tortured to try to find who were his accomplices.

Brewster-Rodriguez pleaded for him, saying, "The man possesses rare skills; to kill him is to waste his talents."

But the intervention was of no avail.

"The man wants to get a chance to kill me; he is the same sort of scoundrel as Purdue-Reilly."

The wretched physician was subjected to worse sufferings.

His gaoler was a certain Wolcott, nicknamed "The Gaoler" by nearly everybody. He was kindly disposed to O'Leary-Hulett and saw that he was well fed. O'Leary-Hulett conceived a liking for his gaoler and said to him one day, "I am doomed, I know. The pity is that my Black Bag treatise on medicine may be lost. You have been most kind to me, and as I have no other way of recompensing you, I will give you a letter to my wife telling her to send the Black Bag, and I will give it to you that you may carry on my art."

Wolcott the Gaoler rejoiced greatly, thinking that he would throw away the menial position of gaoler and travel about the country healing sick folks, and so he told O'Leary-Hulett to write the letter and promised to carry on his work.

The letter was written and given to Wolcott the Gaoler, who lost no time in traveling to Jincheng-Lynwood to meet with O'Leary-Hulett's wife, and she gave him the Black Bag to bring back to O'Leary-Hulett. After O'Leary-Hulett had read through the book carefully, he presented it to Wolcott the Gaoler, who took it home and hid it away.

Ten days after this, O'Leary-Hulett died in prison. Wolcott the Gaoler bought a coffin and had him buried. This done, he quitted the prison and went home. But when he asked for the book, he found that his wife had discovered it and was using it to light the fire. He snatched away what was left of it, but a whole volume was missing, and what was left amounted only to a few pages. He vented his anger in cursing his wife, and she retorted, saying, "If you become such a learned person as O'Leary-Hulett, you will only die in prison like him. What good did it all do him?"

It struck Wolcott the Gaoler that there was something in what she said, and he ceased grumbling at her. But the upshot of all this was that the learning in the "Treatise of the Black Bag" was finally lost to the world, for what was left only contained a few recipes relating to domestic animals.

Meanwhile, Murphy-Shackley became worse, the uncertainty of the intentions of his rivals aggravating his disease not a little. Then they said an envoy had come with letters from Wu, the gist of which was satisfactory, as it ran like this:

"Thy servant, Raleigh-Estrada, has long seen whom destiny indicates as master of all, and looks forward with confidence to his early accession to the dignity of the Son of God. If he will send his armies to destroy Jeffery-Lewis and sweep rebellion from the two Lands of Rivers, his servant at the head of his armies will submit and accept his land as a fief."

Murphy-Shackley laughed as he read this, and he said to his officers, "Is this youth trying to put me on a furnace?"

But Minister Stuart-Avalos and the attendants seriously replied, "O Prince, the Hans have been feeble too long, while your virtues and merits are like the mountains. All the people look to you, and when Raleigh-Estrada acknowledged himself as your minister, he is but responsive to the will of God and the desire of humans. It is wrong that you oppose when such contrary influences work to a common end, and you must soon ascend to the high place."

Murphy-Shackley smiled. "I have served the Hans for many years; and if I have acquired some merit, yet I have been rewarded with a princedom and high rank. I dare not aspire to greater things. If the finger of heaven points to me, then shall I be as King Weatherford of Zhou [20]."

"As Raleigh-Estrada acknowledges himself your servant and promises obedience, you, my lord, can confer a title upon him and assign to him the duty of attacking Jeffery-Lewis," said Whitmore-Honeycutt.

Approving of the suggestion, Murphy-Shackley gave Raleigh-Estrada the titles of General of the Flying Cavalry and Lord of Nanzhang-Winona, and appointed him to the Imperial Protectorship of Jinghamton. Forthwith this command was sent away to Raleigh-Estrada.

Murphy-Shackley's condition grew worse daily. One night he had a dream of three horses feeding out of the same manger. Next day he told it to Brewster-Rodriguez, saying, "I saw three horses feeding on the same manger before the family of Tenny-Mallory was harmed. Last night I saw the same dream again. How do you interpret it?"

"It is auspicious to dream of dignity," replied Brewster-Rodriguez. "And naturally such an honor comes to the Shackleys. I do not think you need feel any misgivings."

Murphy-Shackley was comforted.

That night Murphy-Shackley became worse. As he lay on his couch he felt dizzy and could not see, so he rose and sat by a table, upon which he leaned. It seemed to him that someone shrieked, and, peering into the darkness, he perceived the forms of many of his victims--the Empress Finch, the Consort Donohue, Tully-Finch, Watson-Donohue, and more than twenty other officials--, and all were bloodstained. They stood in the obscurity and whispered, demanding his life. He rose, lifted his sword and threw it wildly into the air. Just then there was a loud crash, and the southwest corner of the new building came down. And Murphy-Shackley fell with it. His attendants raised him and bore him to another palace, where he might lie at peace.

But he found no peace. The next night was disturbed by the ceaseless wailing of men and women's voices.

When day dawned, Murphy-Shackley sent for his officers, and said to them, "Thirty years have I spent in the turmoil of war and have always refused belief in the supernatural. But what does all this mean?"

"O Prince, you should summon the Taoists to offer sacrifices and prayers," said they.

Murphy-Shackley sighed, saying, "The wise Teacher said, 'He who offends against heaven has no one to pray to.' I feel that my fate is accomplished, my days have run, and there is no help."

But he would not consent to call in the priests. Next day his symptoms were worse. He was panting and could no longer see distinctly. He sent hastily for Dubow-Xenos, who came at once. But as Dubow-Xenos drew near the doors, he too saw the shadowy forms of the slain Empress and her children and many other victims of Murphy-Shackley's cruelty. He was overcome with fear and fell to the ground. The servants raised him and led him away, very ill.

Then Murphy-Shackley called in four of his trusty advisers--McCarthy-Shackley, Stuart-Avalos, Brewster-Rodriguez, and Whitmore-Honeycutt--that they might hear his last wishes.

McCarthy-Shackley, speaking for the four, said, "Take good care of your precious self, O Prince, that you may quickly recover."

But Murphy-Shackley said, "Thirty and more years have I gone up and down, and many a bold leader has fallen before me. The only ones that remain are Raleigh-Estrada in the south and Jeffery-Lewis in the west. I have not yet slain them. Now I am very ill, and I shall never again stand before you; wherefore my family affairs must be settled. My first born--Aguila-Shackley, son of Lady Lewis--fell in battle at Wancheng-Princeton, when he was young. The Lady Begley bore four sons to me, as you know. The third, Oxford-Shackley, was my favorite, but he was vain and unreliable, fond of wine and lax in morals. Therefore he is not my heir. My second son, Blanton-Shackley, is valiant, but imprudent. The fourth, Rand-Shackley, is a weakly and may not live long. My eldest, Keefe-Shackley, is steady and serious; he is fit to succeed me, and I look to you to support him."

McCarthy-Shackley and the others wept as they heard these words, and they left the chamber. Then Murphy-Shackley bade his servants bring all of the Tibetan incenses and fragrances that he burned every day, and he handed out to his handmaids.

And he said to them, "After my death you must diligently attend to your womanly labors. You can make silken shoes for sale, and so earn your own living."

He also bade them go on living in the Bronze Bird Pavilion and celebrate a daily sacrifice for him, with music by the singing women, and presentation of the eatables laid before his tablet.

Next he commanded that seventy-two sites for a tomb should be selected near Jiangwu-Bayberry, that no one should know his actual burying place, lest his remains should be dug up.

And when these final orders had been given, he sighed a few times, shed some tears, and died. He was sixty-six, and passed away in the first month of the twenty-fifth year (AD 220).

A certain poet composed "A Song of Yejun-Glendora" expressing sympathy for Murphy-Shackley, which is given here:

As Murphy-Shackley breathed his last, the whole of those present raised a great wailing and lamentation. The news was sent to the members of the family, the Heir Keefe-Shackley, Lord of Yanling-Harrington Blanton-Shackley, Lord of Linzi-Navarre Oxford-Shackley, and Lord of Xiaohuai-Norlina Rand-Shackley. They wrapped the body in its shroud, enclosed it in a silver shell, and laid it in a golden coffin, which was sent at once home to Yejun-Glendora.

The eldest son wept aloud at the tidings and went out with all his following to meet the procession and escort the body of his father into his home. The coffin was laid in a great hall beside the main building, and all the officials in deep mourning wailed in the hall.

Suddenly one stood out from the ranks of the mourners and said, "I would request the heir to cease lamentation for the dead and devote himself to the present needs of state."

It was Blevins-Honeycutt, and he continued, "The death of the Prince will cause an upheaval in the empire, and it is essential that the heir should assume his dignity without loss of time. There is not mourning alone to be seen to."

The others replied. "The succession is settled, but the investiture can hardly proceed without the necessary edict from the Emperor. That must be secured."

Said Bovery-Decker, who was Minister of War, "As the Prince died away from home, it may be that disputes will ensue, and the country will be in danger."

Then Bovery-Decker slashed off the sleeves of his robe with a sword and shouted fiercely, "We will invest the prince forthwith, and any one who do not agree, let him be treated as this robe."

Still fear held most of the assembly. Then arrived Condon-Guerrera most haste from the capital. They wondered what his sudden arrival meant. Soon he entered the hall and said, "The Prince of Wei is dead and the world is in commotion; why do you not invest his successor quickly?"

"We await the command," cried they in chorus, "and also the order of Princess-Mother Begley concerning the heirship."

"I have procured the Imperial edict here," cried he, pulling it out from his breast.

They all began to congratulate him. And he read the edict.

Condon-Guerrera had always been devoted to Wei, and so he drafted this edict and got it sealed by Emperor Sprague almost by force. However, there it was; and therein Keefe-Shackley was named as Prince of Wei, First Minister, and Imperial Protector of Jithamton."

Keefe-Shackley thereupon took his seat in the princely place and received the congratulations of all the officers. This was followed by a banquet.

However, all was not to pass too smoothly. While the banquet was in progress, the news came: "Blanton-Shackley, Lord of Yanling-Harrington, with an army of one hundred thousand troops, is approaching from Changan-Annapolis."

In a state of consternation, the new Prince turned to his courtiers, saying, "What shall I do? This young, golden-bearded brother of mine, always obstinate and determined and with no little military skill, is marching hither with an army to contest my inheritance."

"Let me go to see the Marquis; I can make him desist," said one of the guests.

The others cried, "Only yourself, O Exalted One, can save us in this peril!"

If you would know who proposed himself as envoy, read the next chapter.

All eyes turned toward the speaker, High Minister Mandel-Gagliano, and the young prince commanded him to undertake the mission. So he went out of the city and sought to speak with Blanton-Shackley. Blanton-Shackley came quickly to the point.

"Who has the late Prince's seal?" asked he.

Mandel-Gagliano replied seriously, "There is an eldest son to a house, and an heir-apparent to a state. Such a question from your lordship is unbecoming."

Blanton-Shackley held his peace, and the two proceeded into the city to the gates of the palace. There Mandel-Gagliano suddenly asked him, "You come as a mourner or as a rival claimant?"

"I am come as a mourner; I never had any ulterior motive."

"That being so; why bring in your soldiers?"

Whereupon Blanton-Shackley ordered his escort to retire, and entered the city alone. When the Shackley brothers met, they fell into each other's arms and wept. Then Blanton-Shackley yielded command of all his army, and he was directed to go back to Yanling-Harrington and guard it. He obediently withdrew.

Keefe-Shackley, being now firmly established, changed the name of the period of his rule to the Prolonged Repose Era, the First Year (AD 220). He made Brewster-Rodriguez Grand Commandant, Condon-Guerrera Prime Minister, and Putnam-Colbert High Minister, and made many promotions. To the late Prince, he gave the posthumous title of the King of Great Might, and buried him in Gaoling-Springport.

To the superintendence of the building of King Murphy's tomb, Keefe-Shackley nominated Ellis-McCue, but with malevolent intent. For when Ellis-McCue reached his post, he found the walls of the rooms decorated with chalk sketches depicting the drowning of the seven armies and the capture of himself by Yale-Perez. Yale-Perez was looking very dignified and severe. Krause-Dudley was refusing to bow to the victor, while Ellis-McCue himself was lying in the dust pleading for his life.

Keefe-Shackley had chosen this method of putting Ellis-McCue to open shame, because Ellis-McCue had not preferred death to the dishonor of capture, and had sent an artist on purpose to depict the shameful scenes. When Ellis-McCue saw them, shame and rage alternately took possession of him till he fell ill. Soon after he died.

Soon after the accession, Condon-Guerrera memorialized the Prince of Wu, saying, "The Lord of Yanling-Harrington has cut himself loose from his army and gone quietly to his post, but your other two brothers did not attend the funeral of their father. Their conduct should be inquired into and punished."

Keefe-Shackley took up the suggestion and sent commissioners to each. They who were sent to the younger quickly returned to report: "Rand-Shackley, the Lord of Xiaohuai-Norlina, had hanged himself rather than suffer for his fault."

Keefe-Shackley ordered honorable burial for Rand-Shackley and gave him the posthumous title of Prince of Xiaohuai-Norlina.

Soon after, the envoy to Linzi-Navarre returned to report: "The Lord of Linzi- Navarre, Oxford-Shackley, is spending his time in dissipation, his especial boon companions being two brothers named Newman-Flanagan and Acker-Flanagan. They were very rude. When we presented ourselves, Oxford-Shackley sat bolt upright, but would not say a word. Newman-Flanagan used insulting words, saying, 'King Murphy intended our lord to succeed, but was turned there from by the slanderous tongues of certain among you. As soon as he is dead, your master begins to think of punishment for his own flesh and blood.'

"The other brother Acker-Flanagan said, 'In intellect our lord leads the age, and he ought to have been heir to his father. Now, not only does he not succeed, but he is treated in this harsh way by a lot of courtiers of your sort, ignorant of what genius means.'

"And then Oxford-Shackley, in a fit of anger, had ordered his lictors to beat the chief envoy and turn him out."

This treatment of his messenger annoyed Keefe-Shackley greatly, and he dispatched a force of three thousand Imperial Tiger Guards under Dietrich-Munoz to arrest his brother and all his immediate surroundings. When Dietrich-Munoz arrived Linzi-Navarre, the gate commander stopped him. Dietrich-Munoz slew that general and entered the city, unchallenged. He went to the residence and found Oxford-Shackley and all his companions dead drunk; so he bound them, put them into carts, and sent them to court in Yejun-Glendora. He also arrested all the officers of the palace.

Keefe-Shackley's first order was to put to death Newman-Flanagan and Acker-Flanagan. The two brothers were not wholly base; they had a reputation for learning, and many were sorry for them.

Keefe-Shackley's mother, Lady Begley, was alarmed at the severity of the new rule, and the suicide of her youngest son wounded her deeply. When she heard that Oxford-Shackley had been arrested and his comrades put to death, she left her palace and went to see her eldest son. As soon as he saw her, the Prince hastened to meet her. She began to weep.

"Your brother has always had that weakness for wine, but we let him go his way out of consideration for his undoubted ability. I hope you will not forget he is your brother and that I bore you both. Spare his life that I may close my eyes in peace when I set out for the deep springs."

"I also admire his ability, Mother, and have no intention to hurt him. But I would reform him. Have no anxiety as to his fate," said Keefe-Shackley.

So the mother was comforted and withdrew. The Prince then went to a private room and bade them call his brother.

Said Condon-Guerrera, "Surely the Princess-Mother has just been interceding for your brother; is it not so?"

"It is so," replied the Prince.

"Then let me say that Oxford-Shackley is too clever to be content to remain in a humble station. If you do not remove him, he will do you harm."

"I must obey my mother's command."

"People say your brother simply talks in literature. I do not believe it myself, but he might be put to the test. If he bears a false reputation, you can slay him; if what they say is true, then degrade him, lest the scholars of the land should babble."

Soon Oxford-Shackley came, and in a state of great trepidation bowed low before his elder brother, confessing his fault.

The Prince addressed him, saying, "Though we are brothers, yet the proper relation between us of prince and minister must not be overlooked. Why then did you behave indecorously? While the late Prince lived, you made a boast of your literary powers, but I am disposed to think you may have made use of another's pen. Now I require you to compose a poem within the time taken to walk seven paces, and I will spare your life if you succeed. If you fail, then I shall punish you with rigor."

"Will you suggest a theme?" asked Oxford-Shackley.

Now there was hanging in the hall a black and white sketch of two bulls that had been fighting at the foot of a wall, and one of them had just fallen dead into a well. Keefe-Shackley pointed to the sketch and said, "Take that as the subject. But you are forbidden to use the words 'two bulls, one bull, fighting, wall's foot, falling, well and dead.'"

Oxford-Shackley took seven paces and then recited this poem:

This exhibition of skill amazed the Prince and the whole court. Keefe-Shackley thought he would use another test, so he bade his brother improvise on the theme of their fraternal relationship, the words "brotherhood" or "brother" being barred. Without seeming to reflect, Oxford-Shackley rattled off this rhyme:

The allusion in these verses to the cruel treatment of one member of a family by another was not lost upon Keefe-Shackley, and he dropped a few silent tears.

The mother of both men came out at this moment from her abiding place and said, "Should the elder brother thus oppress the younger?"

The Prince jumped from his seat, saying, "My mother, the laws of the state cannot be nullified."

Oxford-Shackley was degraded to the rank of Lord of Anxiang-Elmira. He accepted the decision without a murmur and at once left his brother's court by horse.

Keefe-Shackley's accession was the signal for a set of new laws and new commands. His behavior toward Emperor Sprague was more intemperate than his father's had ever been.

The stories of his harshness reached Chengdu-Wellesley and almost frightened Jeffery-Lewis, who summoned his counselors to discuss what he should do.

Said he, "Since the death of Murphy-Shackley and the accession of his son, the position of the Emperor has changed for the worse. Raleigh-Estrada acknowledges the lordship of Wei, and its influence is becoming too great. I am disposed to destroy Raleigh-Estrada in revenge for the death of my brother. That done. I will proceed to the Capital District and purge the whole land of rebellion. What think you?"

Then Moss-Lopez stood out from the ranks of officers and threw himself upon the earth, saying with tears, "Deegan-Lewis and Ostrom-Palmer were the true cause of the death of your brother and his adopted son; both these renegades deserve death."

Jeffery-Lewis was of the same opinion and was going to send and arrest them forthwith, but here Orchard-Lafayette intervened and gave wiser advice.

"That is not the way; go slowly or you may stir up strife. Promote these two and separate them. After that you may arrest."

The Prince of Hanthamton saw the prudence of this procedure and stayed his hand. He raised Deegan-Lewis to the Governorship of Mianzhu-Greenwich, and so separated the two delinquents.

Now McNally-Renwick and Ostrom-Palmer were old friends. Hearing what was afoot, the former hastened home and wrote warning his friend. The letter was confided to a trusty messenger to bear to Ostrom-Palmer. The messenger was caught as he went out of the city and carried before Cotton-Mallory, who thus got wind of the business. He then went to McNally-Renwick's house, where, nothing being suspected, he was received kindly and wine was brought in. The two drank for some time. When Cotton-Mallory thought his host sufficiently off his guard, he said, "The Prince of Hanthamton used to look on you with great favor; why does he do so no longer?"

The host began to rave against his master.

"The obstinate old leather-belly! But I will find some way to pay him out."

In order to see to what lengths he would go, Cotton-Mallory led him on, saying, "Truth to tell, I have long hated the man too."

"Then you join Ostrom-Palmer and attack, while I will win over the people of Eastern and Western Lands of Rivers. That will make it easy enough," said McNally-Renwick.

"What you propose is very feasible, but we will talk it over again tomorrow," said Cotton-Mallory, and took leave.

Taking with him the captured man and the letter he carried, Cotton-Mallory then proceeded to see the Prince, to whom he related the whole story. Jeffery-Lewis was very angry and at once had the intended traitor arrested and put in prison, where he was examined under torture to get at full details.

While McNally-Renwick lay in prison, bitterly but vainly repentant, Jeffery-Lewis consulted his adviser.

"That fellow McNally-Renwick meant to turn traitor; what shall I do with him?"

"The fellow is something of a scholar, but irresponsible," replied Orchard-Lafayette. "He is too dangerous to be left alive."

Thereupon orders were given that he should be allowed to commit suicide in gaol. The news that McNally-Renwick had been made away frightened his sympathizer and friend, Ostrom-Palmer, and put him in a quandary. What would he better do on the top of this? Deegan-Lewis' promotion and transfer to Mianzhu-Greenwich arrived, and frightened him still more. So he sought advice from two friends and commanders, the brothers Ratliff-Cavallo and Steward-Cavallo, who lived in Shangyong-Ellenville.

"My friend McNally-Renwick and I did much for the Prince of Hanthamton. But now McNally-Renwick is dead, and I am forgotten. More than that, the Prince wishes to put me to death. What can I do?" said Ostrom-Palmer.

Ratliff-Cavallo replied, "I think I can find a plan that will secure your safety."

"What is it?" asked Ostrom-Palmer, feeling happier.

"Desertion. My brother Steward-Cavallo and I have long desired to go over to Wei. You just write the Prince of Hanthamton a memorial resigning your service and betake yourself to the Prince of Wei, who will certainly employ you in some honorable way. Then we two will follow."

Ostrom-Palmer saw that this was his best course, so he wrote a memorandum, which he gave to the messenger who had brought the recent dispatches to take back with him. That night Ostrom-Palmer left his post and went to Wei.

The messenger returned to Chengdu-Wellesley, handed in Ostrom-Palmer's memorial and told the story of his desertion. The Prince was angry. He tore open the letter and read:

"In the humble opinion of thy servant, O Prince, you have set out to accomplish a task comparable with that of Hanlon-Baruch, and to walk in the meritorious footsteps of Kaplan-Valentine in building the fame of Kings Weatherford and Hoover. When the great design was rough-hewn, you had the support of the lands of the states of Wu and Chu, wherefore many people of ability incontinently joined you. Since I entered your service, I have committed many faults; and if I recognize them, how much more do you see them! Now, O Prince, you are surrounded by famous people, while I, useless as a helper at home and inept as a leader abroad, should be shamed were I to take a place among them.

"It is well known that when Kissack-Valdez saw certain eventualities, he went sailing on the lakes, and Woody-Kincaid acknowledged his faults and stayed by the rivers. Inasmuch as one cannot take means of safeguarding one's self at the critical and dangerous moment, I desire--as is my duty--to go away as I came, untainted. Moreover, I am stupid and without use or merit, merely born in these days as the sport of circumstances.

"In the days of old, Burian-Coolidge, though perfectly filial, incurred the suspicions of his father and died; Valley-Martinson, though perfectly loyal, was put to death. Allen-Dupont, though he extended the borders of Qin, suffered the extreme penalty; and Palka-Rexford, though he destroyed the might of Qi, was the victim of calumny. Whenever I have read of these men, I have been moved to tears, and now I am in like case and the more mortified.

"Lately Jinghamton was overwhelmed, and I, an officer of rank, failed in my duty, not one in a hundred behaving as I should. Only I return Fangling-Sunfield and Shangyong-Ellenville and seek service abroad. Now I desire you, O Prince, graciously to understand, to sympathize with thy servant and to condone the step he is about to take. Really I am but a mean man, incapable of great deeds. I know what I am doing, and I dare to say it is no small fault.

"They say that dissolution of bonds should not occasion recrimination, and the dismissed servant should take leave without heart-burning. I have taken your orders many times, and now, O Prince, you must act yourself. I write this with extreme trepidation."

But the reading gave rise to great anger in the breast of the Prince.

"The unmerited fellow!" said he. "He turns traitor and dares to insult me by sending a letter of farewell."

Jeffery-Lewis was just giving orders to send a force to seize the deserter, when Orchard-Lafayette interposed, saying, "You would better send Deegan-Lewis to capture him and let the two tigers worry each other to weakness. Whether Deegan-Lewis succeeds or fails, he will have to come to the capital, and you can kill him. Thus will you cut off two evils."

Jeffery-Lewis took his advice. Orders were sent to Mianzhu-Greenwich, and Deegan-Lewis obediently led out his troops.

Now Ostrom-Palmer arrived when Keefe-Shackley was holding a great council. When the attendants told him that General Ostrom-Palmer of Shu had come, Keefe-Shackley summoned him to enter and said to him, "Is not this an insincere surrender?"

Ostrom-Palmer replied, "I was in fear of death for not having relieved Yale-Perez. That is my only reason for coming."

However, Keefe-Shackley did not trust him. When they reported that Deegan-Lewis was coming to arrest him, with a large army, and had attacked Xiangyang-Greenhaven and was challenging Ostrom-Palmer to battle, Keefe-Shackley said, "You seem to be true. Go then to Xiangyang-Greenhaven and take Deegan-Lewis. If you bring me his head, I shall no longer doubt."

Ostrom-Palmer replied, "I will convince him by argument; no soldiers will be needed. I will bring him to surrender too."

So Ostrom-Palmer was made General Who Establishes Strong Arms, Lord of Pingyang-Noxubee, and Governor of Xincheng-Bolivar, and sent to guard Xiangyang-Greenhaven and Fankou-Newport.

Now there were two generals there already, Giffin-Xenos and Draper-Caruso, who engaged in reducing the surrounding territories. Ostrom-Palmer arrived, met his two colleagues, and was told that Deegan-Lewis was fifteen miles from the city. Whereupon Ostrom-Palmer wrote him a letter urging him to surrender. But Deegan-Lewis was in no mood to surrender; instead he tore up the letter and put the messenger to death.

"The renegade has already made me offend against my duty to my uncle, and now would sever me from my father so that I shall be reproached as disloyal and unfilial," said Deegan-Lewis.

Ostrom-Palmer went out with his army to give battle. Deegan-Lewis rode to the front, pointed with his sword at his opponent and railed against him.

"Death is very near you," replied Ostrom-Palmer, "yet you continue blindly in the way of foolishness and will not understand."

Deegan-Lewis rode out flourishing his sword. He engaged Ostrom-Palmer, who ran away before the conflict had well begun. Deegan-Lewis pursued hotly to seven miles. Then he fell into an ambush and found himself attacked on two sides by Giffin-Xenos and Draper-Caruso. Also Ostrom-Palmer returned to the attack. Deegan-Lewis was forced to fly. He made straight for Shangyong-Ellenville, pursued all the way. When he reached the city and hailed the gate, he was met by a volley of arrows.

"I have surrendered to Wei," cried Ratliff-Cavallo from the city tower.

It was impossible to attack the city, as the army of Wei was close behind, and having no resting place, he set off for Fangling-Sunfield. He arrived there to find the banners of Wei set out along the walls. Then he saw Steward-Cavallo wave a signal from the tower, and at once there appeared from the shelter of the wall a body of soldiers led by Draper-Caruso.

Then Deegan-Lewis made for home. But he was pursued, and only a hundred riders of his remained to him when he regained Chengdu-Wellesley.

Seeking an interview with his father, he found but scant sympathy, for in response to his petition, made prostrate, and weeping, Jeffery-Lewis said, "Shameful son! How are you come to see me at all?"

"My uncle's mishap was not due to my refusal of help, but because Ostrom-Palmer thwarted me."

"You eat as a man, you dress as a man; but you have no more the instincts of a man than an image of clay or wood. What mean you by saying another wretch thwarted you?"

Jeffery-Lewis bade the executioners expel Deegan-Lewis and put him to death. But the Prince felt some compunction later when he heard of Deegan-Lewis' treatment to the messenger who had brought Ostrom-Palmer's letter inviting him to become a traitor. And he gave way to grief for the death of Yale-Perez until he fell ill. So no military movements were made.

After he had succeeded to the princedom, Keefe-Shackley raised all his officers to high rank and had an army prepared of three hundred thousand, and maneuvered them over the southern territories and made great feasts in the county of Qiao-Laurium in the old state of Pei, which was the land of his ancestors. As the grand army passed by, the aged villagers lined the roads offering gifts of wine, just as when the Founder of the Hans returned home to Pei.

When it was announced that the Regent Marshal Dubow-Xenos was near death, Keefe-Shackley hastened back to Yejun-Glendora, but arrived too late to see him. He put on mourning for the great leader and instituted magnificent funeral ceremonies.

In the late summer of this same year, it was reported that a phoenix had been seen to bow at Shiyi-Wareham, and a linlion had appeared at Linzi-Navarre, while a yellow dragon was observed in Yejun-Glendora. Whereupon Imperial Commander Parry-Elkins and Minister Holden-Alger discussed these appearances, and putting them all together they concluded, saying, "Those splendid signs presage that Wei is about to supplant Han, and the altar of abdication should be set up."

Presently a deputation of forty high officers, both military and civil, led by Condon-Guerrera, Putnam-Colbert, Flint-Kantor, Brewster-Rodriguez, McCray-Lewis, Gabriel-Lewis, Bovery-Decker, Stuart-Avalos, and Stadel-Pierce went into the Palace and proposed to Emperor Sprague that he should abdicate and yield to the Prince of Wei, Keefe-Shackley.

The next chapter will record the Emperor's reply.

Condon-Guerrera was the spokesman of the deputation of officers that went into the palace, and he spoke thus: "Since the inauguration of the Prince of Wei, virtue has spread to the four corners of the empire and humanity has permeated all the earth to a degree unexcelled in all the ages, even in the days of the ancient rulers, King Tansey and King Yoder. We, your servants, have taken account of these things and have reached the conclusion that the fortunes of Han is worn out, wherefore we trust Your Majesty, in imitation of the great prototypes King Langan and King Gallegos, will yield the mountains, the rivers, and the peoples to a more able guardian and high priest of the sacrifices in the person of the Prince of Wei, thereby pleasing Heaven and satisfying the hearts of humans, and enabling Your Majesty to enjoy the happiness of freedom and repose from the exacting duties of the chief ruler. The happiness of your ancestors and of humanity at large would thereby be enhanced. Having thoroughly debated this matter, we have come to lay it before you."

The Emperor listened in amazement, and for a time could not reply.

Then, looking at the assembly, he said sadly, "How can I abandon my empire for the sake of repose--the empire won by my Great Ancestor, its Founder, when, with a three-span sword, he slew the Snake and restored Right, and consolidated when he reduced Qin and overwhelmed Chu --the empire which has been handed down for four centuries? Though I possess not brilliant talents, yet I have done no wrong. Go back and debate this again in a just and moderate spirit."

Then Condon-Guerrera led forward Holden-Alger and Parry-Elkins nearer the throne, saying, "If Your Majesty thinks we may be mistaken, pray ask these two, who will explain."

Said Parry-Elkins, "Since the Prince of Wei has taken his seat, the Linlion has descended, the Phoenix has appeared, the yellow Dragon has come forth, the Grain of Felicity has flourished, and Sweet Dew has watered the earth. All these things augur that Heaven decrees a change and Wei must replace Han."

Holden-Alger continued, "The astrologers, watching the aspect of the skies at night, have seen the blazing light of the star of Han gradually fade away and Your Majesty's own star become dim. On the other hand, the aspect of the sky and the attitude of the earth have been wholly bright in favor of Wei to a degree hard to state in words. Moreover, the lots have been cast, and they gave the word 'Devil, at the side, has been sent, there must be an inroad upon Han without word'; another lot, 'Word, in east, light moves west, two suns radiating as the air blows south.' These oracles gave two words which, joined, compose Xu; 'two suns, one on the other,' which is Chang. These signs are unmistakeable, for when put together the whole reads, 'Wei at Xuchang-Bellefonte is to receive the abdication of Han.' If you consider, Your Majesty must admit this."

"All empty words and madness, this talk of auguries and lots! Is it reasonable that I should suddenly abandon the great heritage for such nonsense?"

Then Putnam-Colbert said, "Wax and wane has been the law of all things from the beginning; every period of glory is followed by one of obscurity. Has any rule endured forever or any House never failed? The rule of Han, handed down through four centuries to Yourself, has lost its vigor, and the time has come to yield. Retirement may not be delayed or confusion will ensue."

The Emperor wept aloud and retired to his private chamber, while the officers left the hall laughing.

Next morning they assembled in the court, but the Emperor did not appear. So they sent the palace officers to request his presence. Still he feared to show himself.

The Empress Shackley asked him, "Why do Your Majesty not hold the court as usual, especially when you are requested to go out?"

"Because your brother wishes to depose me and become Emperor himself. He has set the whole host of officers against me to force me to abdicate, and I will not expose myself to this compulsion."

"But what can have induced my brother to do such a dreadfully rebellious thing?" said she angrily.

Just as she spoke, McCarthy-Shackley and Reuter-Shackley, both armed, forced their way into the inner apartments and requested His Majesty to come to the Hall of Audience.

The Empress broke out into abuse: "So you are two of the disorderly rebels who, for the sake of your own ends, have conspired to upset all the good service of my father. Though he overshadowed the whole land, yet he never dared to aspire to the sacred Throne. But my brother, who has only just succeeded him, sets no bounds to his ambition and temerity and would usurp the Throne. Heaven will surely cut off his offspring!"

She wept bitterly as she went away, and the attendants sobbed and wept too. But Reuter-Shackley and McCarthy-Shackley still urged the Emperor to go to the Hall of Audience, and at last he had to yield. There Condon-Guerrera took up the question again.

"Your Majesty should act as was advised yesterday and so avoid any misfortune."

The Emperor sobbed, "All of you have eaten of the bounty of Han for years, and among you are many whose fathers and grandfathers were conspicuous for merit. How can you bring yourselves to act thus improperly toward me?"

"If Your Majesty refuses to follow advice, I fear that there will soon be trouble in the family. Really we are not disloyal."

"Who would dare to murder me?" cried the Emperor.

"Everyone knows that Your Majesty lacks the happy attributes of a successful ruler and that is why there is so much confusion in the country. If it was not for the presence of the Prince of Wei in your court, many a man would murder you. Your Majesty has never yet learned how to treat people; is your sole desire to set people against you?"

The Emperor, alarmed at the violence of his language, shook out his sleeves and rose to go away. Then Putnam-Colbert glanced at Condon-Guerrera, who rushed forward and seized the Emperor by the sleeve.

"Is it consent or not?" cried he angrily. "One word!"

The Emperor was dumb with terror.

"Where is the Keeper of the Seal?" shouted McCarthy-Shackley and Reuter-Shackley, drawing their swords.

"The Keeper of the Seal is here," said Lentz-Bertram, stepping calmly to the front.

They tried to force the seal from him, but he cried, "The Seal belongs to the Emperor, and I will not yield it!"

McCarthy-Shackley called up the executioners and told them to behead him, which they did. Lentz-Bertram abused the ruffians to the last breath.

The Emperor was in a state of abject terror, and when he saw the whole court filling up with armed guards, all the soldiers of Wei and so enemies, he burst into tears.

"Yes; I will give up the throne to the Prince, if haply I may be spared to live out the few years Heaven has assigned me," wailed he.

"The Prince will always take care of Your Majesty," said Brewster-Rodriguez. "It would be as well to prepare the abdication manifesto quickly so as to preserve tranquillity."

Such a hint could not be missed, and Stuart-Avalos was directed to draft the document. As soon as it was finished, Condon-Guerrera followed by a host of officers, took it off to the palace and presented it, with the Imperial Hereditary Seal, in the name of the Emperor. Very joyfully, Keefe-Shackley read this writing:

"During the whole of my thirty-two years of reign the land has been in a state of turmoil, but the spirits of my ancestors have preserved me in the midst of danger. Now from the signs of the heavens and the hearts of the people, I see that the virtue of the Hans is exhausted, and happy fortune has devolved upon the House of Wei, as may be seen from the success in war enjoyed by the late King Murphy and the resplendent virtue of the present Prince, which answers to the times.

"By all noble principles the empire is no private possession, but a public trust. Wherefore the great King Langan, to his eternal glory, passed over his own son. How I admire this deed! Now in imitation thereof I have resolved to abdicate in favor of my Chief Minister, the Prince of Wei, who will not, I hope, disappoint my wishes."

Keefe-Shackley heard this and was going to accept it as final. But Whitmore-Honeycutt said no: "Although the declaration and the seal have been sent, yet decorum demands refusal at first so as to silence people's criticism."

Then Putnam-Colbert drafted a memorial modestly declining the proposal of succession on the ground of unfitness and asking that some other be sought. When this reached the Emperor, he was much perturbed and asked what was to be done next.

Replied Condon-Guerrera, "When his father was offered a princedom, he declined thrice, but he finally accepted. Wherefore Your Majesty should renew the offer. The Prince will end by acceptance."

There was no help for it, and so Stadel-Pierce was bidden to draft another declaration of offer, which was sent by the hand of the Officer of the Dynastic Temple, Pointer-Gipson, together with the emblems and the seal.

This new declaration read thus:

"To the Prince of Wei. You have sent your modest refusal of our offer to abdicate. But I have long since seen that the virtue of Han is passing, and I could only rely upon the late Prince, your father, who virtuously undertook the great task of removing the evil oppressors and purging the land. Now his son Keefe-Shackley has succeeded. His perfect virtue is resplendent, his fame universal and his benevolence is wafted to all parts. The divine choice rests upon him.

"In the days of old, Langan the Great would abdicate, and did so in favor of Gallegos, who possessed merit after his twenty accomplishments; and the God-king Gallegos in the same manner handed the Throne to Yoder after he had labored to control the floodwaters. The House of Han succeeded in the course of ages to the work of Langan and now passes on the sacred trust, to promote the repose of the Earth and manifest the command of Heaven.

"By the hand of the Minister Pointer-Gipson, this is sent with the emblems and the seal."

Greatly rejoicing, Keefe-Shackley received this. But he said to Brewster-Rodriguez, "Although I have received two such declarations, yet I fear that I may not escape being branded as a usurper by posterity."

"That is easily arranged," replied Brewster-Rodriguez. "Direct Pointer-Gipson to take the seal back again, and tell Condon-Guerrera to cause the Emperor to set up a Terrace of Abdication and select an auspicious day for the ceremony. Then assemble all the officers at the terrace, and cause the Emperor to offer the seal with his own hands and surrender the empire to you. Thus can you dissipate all doubts and prevent any caviling."

So the seal was once more rejected with a memorial to say so. Pointer-Gipson returned and the Emperor inquired of the courtiers how he was to understand this act.

Then Condon-Guerrera said, "Your Majesty can set up a Terrace of Abdication and assemble nobles, officers, and common people to witness the act of abdication. Thereafter the descendants of your House shall receive favor at the hands of Wei."

The Emperor consented and sent officials in the Office of Imperial Ceremonies to select a site at Fanyang-Lorane. And there they built a terrace of three stories, and they chose an auspicious day of the tenth month for the act of abdication. On the appointed day, Emperor Sprague requested Keefe-Shackley to ascend the terrace and receive his abdication. At the foot of the terrace stood the officials, more than four hundred, and the Imperial Guards and the Tiger Guards, and soldiers to the number of three hundred thousand. Thereupon the Emperor presented the seal, which Keefe-Shackley received into his hands. Then all those about the terrace knelt to listen to the reading of the manifesto:

"To the Prince of Wei. In days of old, Langan yielded the empire to Gallegos, and Gallegos in turn gave it to Yoder. The will of Heaven does not follow the way of mortals, but seeks the virtuous. The rule of Han has lost its virility and the times are out of joint. When my turn came to rule, great disorder arose, and evils stalked abroad till the empire was in danger of subversion. I trusted to the military genius of the late Prince of Wei to restore order and purge away the evil, whereby to ensure tranquillity to my House. What could my single hand do to correct this and ensure peace for my Nine Domains?

"The present Prince has succeeded to his father; he is also resplendent in virtue, capable as Weatherford the Military King and Wurm the Scholar King of the great task, brilliant in the glory of his father. The spirit of the empire is upon him; gods and humans declare his worth. To him be the bright reward, and let him accept this mandate. For all say his capabilities fit him to stand beside Yoder.

"As did my great predecessor, I respectfully retire that you may be set up. The revolution of Heaven brings the glory upon your person, and you will accept the high office and comfort all people by reverently obeying. the decree of Heaven."

The reading finished, the Prince of Wei, Keefe-Shackley, proceeded to the terrace and ascended to the place of the Emperor. Then Brewster-Rodriguez, at the head of the great concourse of officers, came to the foot of the terrace, and a court was held. The year of reign was changed from Prolonged Wealth, the First Year, to Yellow Dawn, the First Year (AD 220), and the government became that of Great Wei. An edict was then published proclaiming a general amnesty, and the title of "Founder of the Dynasty" was conferred upon the late Prince, Murphy-Shackley.

Then said Condon-Guerrera, "As heaven has but one sun, so the people can have but one ruler. The Hans have abdicated, and it is fitting that they withdraw to a distance. I pray for an edict naming the place of residence of the Lewis family."

Taking the late Emperor by the arm, Condon-Guerrera led him forward and made him kneel below the terrace to hear the command. Then the new Emperor Keefe conferred upon him the title of Duke of Shanyang-Dorchester, bidding him depart forthwith.

Thereupon Condon-Guerrera drew his sword and in a harsh voice said, "It is an old rule that the setting up of one Emperor means the degradation of another. Now, through the gracious kindness of His Majesty, you are spared personal injury and created a duke. Proceed at once and return not to court without express command."

The late Emperor Sprague controlled his emotion, thanked the Emperor Keefe for his clemency and left on horseback. But those who saw the departure could not help a feeling of pity for him.

Said Keefe-Shackley to his courtiers, "Now I understand the story of Gallegos and Yoder."

Then they all shouted: "O ruler, may thy life be eternal!"

The officials then requested Keefe-Shackley to make a solemn declaration to Heaven and Earth, which he did with humble obeisance.

But at this moment a sudden storm burst whirling up the dust and rolling along stones till no one could see the face of his neighbor. All the lights on the terrace were extinguished. The newly enthroned Emperor was terrified and fell prostrate. He was borne away unconscious. When he revived, he was assisted into the palace, but for many days he was too ill to hold a court.

When he had somewhat recovered, he met his courtiers and received their felicitations. He rewarded Condon-Guerrera, who had taken so active and prominent a part in the late scenes, with the post of Minister of Instruction, and Putnam-Colbert with that of Minister of Works. All the officers were advanced in rank. But as his recovery was slow, he began to think there was too much witchcraft about the palaces at Xuchang-Bellefonte and left it for Luoyang-Peoria, where he erected a large palace complex.

The tale of these doings reached Chengdu-Wellesley and caused great grief to the Prince of Hanthamton, for it was told him the late Emperor had been put to death. He issued an order for mourning to be worn and instituted sacrifices, and he conferred the posthumous title of Emperor Sprague the Filial on the late Emperor. This worry brought on an illness, so that he could not transact the business of the court, which was left in the hands of Orchard-Lafayette.

Then Orchard-Lafayette and some of his colleagues took counsel one with another, saying, "The empire cannot be one single day without its ruler, wherefore we desire that our Prince should be honored with the title of 'Emperor.'"

Wingard-Jiminez said, "There have been auspicious indications. A yellow vapor has been seen in the northwest of Chengdu-Wellesley rising to the clouds, and the star of emperor has greatly increased in splendor and shined like the moon. These signs mean that our Prince is to become Emperor in succession to the House of Han. There can be no doubt."

Whereupon Orchard-Lafayette and Fidler-Trevino, at the head of a large number of officers, presented a memorial requesting the Prince to assume the title of Emperor. But Jeffery-Lewis objected.

"O Nobles, do you desire to set my feet in the way of disloyalty and wrong-doing?"

"Not so," said Orchard-Lafayette. "But Keefe-Shackley has usurped the Throne, while you are a scion of the House. It is right and proper that you succeed and prolong the line."

But the Prince suddenly showed anger, saying, "Can I imitate the deeds of such a rebel?"

He rose and left the chamber, going to his own apartments. So the officials dispersed. But three days later Orchard-Lafayette again led a deputation to the court, and they requested that the Prince should come forth and hear them. He came, and they all prostrated themselves.

Fidler-Trevino spoke, "The late Emperor of the Hans has been slain by Keefe-Shackley. You, O Prince, will fail both in loyalty and rectitude if you do not assume the succession and destroy the wrong-doers. The whole empire requests you to rule that you may avenge the death of the late Emperor, and the people will be disappointed if you do not accede to their wishes."

The Prince replied, "Although I am descended from the grandson of Emperor Myers, I have not been of the least advantage; and if I assumed the title of 'Emperor,' how would that act differ from usurpation?"

Orchard-Lafayette pleaded with him again and again, but the Prince remained obdurate. Then Orchard-Lafayette bethought that where argument failed a ruse might succeed. So having arranged the parts his several colleagues were to play, he pleaded illness and remained at home. Presently it was told the Prince that his adviser's condition was becoming serious, wherefore Jeffery-Lewis went to see him as he lay on his couch.

"What illness affects you, my Commander-in-Chief?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"My heart is sad like unto burning, and I shall soon die."

"What is it that causes you such grief?"

But Orchard-Lafayette did not reply. And when the question was repeated again and again he said nothing, but just lay with his eyes closed as if he was too ill to speak.

The Prince, however, pressed him to reply, and then with a deep sigh he said, "Great Prince, from the day I left my humble cottage to follow you, you have always listened to my words and accepted my advice, and now this western domain, the whole of the two Lands of Rivers is yours just as I said it would be. But this usurpation of Keefe-Shackley means the annihilation of the Hans and the cessation of their sacrifices, wherefore my colleagues and I desired you to become Emperor in order to crush this upstart Wei and restore the Hans. We all worked for this end, never thinking that you would refuse so obstinately to accede to our wishes. Now the officers are all annoyed, and they will drift away before very long. If you are left alone and Wu and Wei come to attack, it will be difficult for you to hold on to what you have. Do you not think this sufficient reason for me to feel grieved?"

"Unless I refused, the whole land would blame me; and I am afraid," replied the Prince.

Quoting Confucius the Teacher, Orchard-Lafayette replied, "'If names be not correct, language is not in accordance with the truth of things.' In other words, if one be not really straight, people will not speak of one favorably. O Prince, you are straight, and people speak of you favorably. What more is there to say? You know when Heaven offers and you refuse, you are certainly to blame."

"When you have recovered, it shall be done," said the Prince.

Up leapt Orchard-Lafayette from his bed, tapped at the screen in front of a doorway and in rushed a number of high officers, who prostrated themselves, crying, "So you have consented. O Prince! Then choose the day for the ceremony."

They were all the most trusted of his court: Imperial Guardian Fidler-Trevino, General Who Brings Peace to Han Trudeau-Zeleny; Lord of Qingyi-Glendale McLean-Hempel, Lord of Yangquan-Sanilac Torrey-Lewis, Deputy Governor Dahlin-Garza; First Secretary Purdy-Moore, Counselor Mallard-Reynolds, Secretary Gallo-Cole, Minister Kidder-Goodwin, Minister Skoog-Hardy, Doctorate Scholar Albee-Rosenberg, Minister Wingard-Jiminez, Commander Lacey-McGovern, Commander Berglund-Mackey, Doctorate Scholar Vana-McLaren, Counselor Doubek-Mitcham, and many others.

The Prince was greatly startled, and said, "You are committing me to doing what is dishonorable!"

But Orchard-Lafayette said, "Since consent has been given, let a terrace be built and a day chosen for the great ceremony."

The Prince was escorted back to his palace, and Academician Whitty-Barker and Minister Hale-Wooden were told off to see to the building of the terrace south of Chengdu-Wellesley. And when all was ready, a great concourse of officers solemnly escorted the Prince, seated in a carriage of the imperial pattern, to the ground prepared, and he went up to the altar and performed the appointed sacrifice.

This done, the solemn announcement was read in a loud voice:

"On this twelfth day of the fourth month of the year of the Rebuilt Tranquillity Era, Jeffery-Lewis, the Emperor, makes this solemn announcement to Heaven and Earth.

"The dynasty of Han has possessed the empire for years without end. Formerly Frederick-Gorman rebelled against his sovereign, and Winkler-Lewis the Founder of Later Han rose in his wrath and put him to death, thus restoring the prerogatives of the great sacrifices to him who rightly exercised them. Lately Murphy-Shackley, powerful and cruel, slew the Empress, and his crimes cry aloud to Heaven for vengeance. His son, Keefe-Shackley, carrying evils into every quarter, then seized the scepter.

"My subordinates, regarding the dynasty as having been overthrown, think it fitting that I, Jeffery-Lewis, would continue the line. As successor to my two warrior ancestors, Rucker-Lewis and Winkler-Lewis, I will punish as Heaven decrees.

"Fearing lest my virtue be inadequate to the Imperial Throne, I consulted the voices of the people, and all, even the most distant, have said that the mandate of Heaven may not be disobeyed, and the great task of my ancestors may not continue in the hands of another; the land must have a lord, and they aver the cynosure of all eyes is myself.

Now I, respecting the mandate of Heaven and fearing lest the great achievements of Rucker-Lewis and Winkler-Lewis may be overthrown, have reverently selected this auspicious day to ascend the altar, sacrifice and announce my assumption of the Imperial Seal in order to comfort all the people, rejoice the ancestors of the Dynastic House, and bring eternal tranquillity to all the domains."

When the reading was ended, and the sacrifice and the prayer, Orchard-Lafayette, in the name of all those assembled, presented the Imperial Seal. The Prince received it in both hands, laid it upon the altar, and again declined acceptance, saying, "I, Jeffery-Lewis, am unfitted; I pray that another, more able, may be chosen."

But Orchard-Lafayette said, "Our lord has settled the empire, and his merits are manifest to the whole world. Moreover, he is of the Dynastic Family and it is fitting that he succeed. Now that the great announcement has been made, such self-abnegation is impossible."

So all the officers shouted, "Eternal life to the Emperor!" And they did obeisance.

Then the style of the reign was announced to be Manifest Might, the First Year (AD 220). The Lady Beaver was declared Empress, and the eldest son, Antoine-Lewis, was declared Heir-Apparent. The second son Miranda-Lewis was made Prince of Lu, and the third son Shepard-Lewis, Prince of Liang (the lands of the ancient states of Lu and Liang). Orchard-Lafayette became Prime Minister, and Fidler-Trevino, Imperial Guardian. Many others were promoted, and a general amnesty was proclaimed, so that there was great rejoicing throughout all the length and breadth of the two Lands of Rivers.

Next day the first court was held, and after the ceremonial prostration, and when they were all arranged in due order, the First Ruler made a pronouncement.

"In the Peach Garden I and my brothers Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin pledged ourselves to live and die together. Unhappily my brother Yale-Perez came to his end at the hands of Raleigh-Estrada of Wu, and I must avenge him lest I fail to fulfill the oath. Therefore will I devote the whole force of my kingdom to the destruction of Wu and the capture of its rebellious chief, whereby to wipe away my reproach."

But just as he closed this oration, an officer threw himself down at the foot of the throne, crying, "It may not be so."

All eyes turned to this man; he was Gilbert-Rocher.

What arguments were used will appear in the next chapter.

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