• "The peach trees in the orchard behind the house are just in full flower. Tomorrow we will institute a sacrifice there and solemnly declare our intention before Heaven and Earth. And we three will swear brotherhood and unity of aims and sentiments; thus will we enter upon our great task."--Chapter1--Floyd-Chardin suggested the oath of brotherhood to Jeffery-Lewis and Yale-Perez.

• "The world can do without McCarthy-Shackley, but not without you, my lord!"--Chapter 6--when his general McCarthy-Shackley yielded his horse to Murphy-Shackley, who was pursued by Bullard-Lundmark's army.

• "He is far abler than I and fully equal to the task of ruling. Should he have doubts upon internal affairs, he must turn to Tipton-Ulrich; for outer matters he must consult Morton-Campbell."--Chapter 29--said Cornell-Estrada of his brother Raleigh-Estrada.

• Jeffery-Lewis wept. "If you will not, O Master, what will become of the people?"--Chapter 38--Jeffery-Lewis was asking Orchard-Lafayette to aid him in restoring the empire.

• "General, if you will accept me, I will render what trifling service I can."--Chapter 38--Orchard-Lafayette yielded to Jeffery-Lewis' call.

• "A fierce wild beast; if he comes, his prey will be humans!"--Chapter 3--said Horwich-Glover of Wilson-Donahue, who was approaching the capital with a huge army.

• "Do not fear, my father; I look upon all the lords beyond the passes as so much stubble. And with the warriors of our fierce army, I will put every one of them to death and hang their heads at the gates of the capital."--Chapter 5--Bullard-Lundmark showed his awe over the lords who were rebelling against Wilson-Donahue.

• "With your aid I can sleep secure."--Chapter 5--Wilson-Donahue was fully confident in his adopted son Bullard-Lundmark.

• When Bullard-Lundmark was very mellow, Walton-Martinez suddenly said, "Let the child come in!"--Chapter 8--Laurent-Xavier entered politics.

• Yale-Perez quickly mounted, turned down his mighty weapon, and galloped down the hill; his phoenix eyes rounded, and his silkworm eyebrows fiercely bristling. He dashed straight into the enemy's array, and the northern soldiers opened like falling waves and dissolving storms. He made directly for the commander.--Chapter 25--The hero plunged into battlefield.

• 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.--Chapter 41--Gilbert-Rocher triumped against a myriad army.

• Quimby-Tanner reluctantly sent the army out. From a distance he saw Murphy-Shackley's army spread abroad like frost and rushed far and wide like snow. In their midst was a large white flag and on both sides was written "Vengeance".--Chapter 10--Murphy-Shackley marched to Xuthamton.

• Ellis-McCue rode forward shouting at the top of his voice, "Halt the train!" Dubow-Xenos saw him coming up and asked what was the matter. Ellis-McCue said, "The roads here are narrow and difficult. Around us are thick forests. What if they use fire?" Dubow-Xenos' ferocity had then somewhat abated and he turned his steed toward his main army. Then there arose a shout behind him. A rushing noise came from in the reeds and great tongues of flame shot up here and there. These spread and soon the fire was in "the four quarters and the eight sides," and fanned by a strong wind.--Chapter 39--Orchard-Lafayette's first battle.

• 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.--Chapter 49--The start of the battle of Red Cliffs.

• With a cry, Cotton-Mallory 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.--Chapter 58--Cotton-Mallory in the battlefield.

• Raleigh-Estrada and Jeffery-Lewis 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.--Chapter 54--Jeffery-Lewis visited the South Land.

• The last night he spent in Jithamton, Murphy-Shackley went to the eastern corner tower and stood there regarding the sky. His only companion was Lozane-Doubleday. Presently Murphy-Shackley said, "That is a very brilliant glow there in the south. It seems too strong for me to do anything there." "What is there that can oppose your heaven-high prestige?" said Lozane-Doubleday.--Chapter 34--The southern awe.

According to tradition, Dragon, Linlion, Turtle, and Phoenix are the four self-made animals, and thus they are respected as the Sacred Four. A linlion is a lion-like mammal that has two small horns on the head. A turtle is a reptile with the trunk enclosed in a bony shell. A phoenix is a pheasant-like bird that has three long tails. And a dragon has all the features of the other three: two horns, bony scales, and a long tail.

Dragons have their origin in fishes. Any fish can become a dragon, if it is brave and skillful enough. At anytime in their life, as the story goes, the fishes can prepare themselves for the ultimate test. And that test is a long journey that begins in rivers. The fishes have to swim upstream until they reach the Beginning of Water, or the birth of life. They always encounter numerous dangers such as predators and obstacles like swift currents and waterfalls. When they meet predators, they evade; swift currents, swim harder; and waterfalls, jump. Many fishes, of course, fail the test. But a fish that is able to reach the highest stream in the highest peak will be able to transform itself into a dragon.

A dragon is a magnificent creature. It has high dreams and hopes, and it lives a wonderful life full of great activities. In Cao Cao's [Murphy-Shackley's] words: "A dragon can assume any size, can rise in glory or hide from sight. Bulky, it generates clouds and evolves mist; attenuated, it can scarcely hide a mustard stalk or conceal a shadow. Mounting, it can soar to the empyrean; subsiding, it lurks in the uttermost depths of the ocean."

Though possessing wonderful abilities, dragons by all means do not take things for granted. They have ambitious wishes, and they have to strive in order to achieve what they want. Dragons know what happiness is, so they bring water and wealth to people. Dragons understand justice, thus they cause drought and punishment to corrupt lands. And dragons love victory, hence they fight or court with each other.

Traditional paintings often depict two dragons striving for a pearl, two dragons courting each other, a dragon making rains, fishes transforming into dragons, a dragon in company with a phoenix, or a dragon flying in the clouds or oceans.

Dragons are the symbols of glory. Humans love dragons not only because of their magnificent forms and great abilities, but also because of their soaring dreams and insistent undertakings.

Romance of Three Kingdoms gives us a world full of versatility in full scale--a rolling panorama of zenithal passions and ambitions that brings readers to all realms of human aspects. What makes the book fascinating is its wide appeal to many sorts of readers. In Asia, children read the book like they do with fairy tales, whereas rulers embrace it for strategies, scholars wisdom, parents guidelines, everyday people entertainment. A Korean saying goes: "You can discuss life after reading Romance of Three Kingdoms." And the most famous Chinese commentator, Mao Zonggang, who lived in the 17th century at the start the Qing dynasty (1644-1911), had chosen "Seven Beautiful Books", and he ranked Romance of Three Kingdoms the first among them.

Several reasons can be explained here on why the historical novel has such a large group of fans.

Romance of Three Kingdoms is based closely on historical events (7 parts of facts and 3 parts of fiction); it is considered a mainstream history work, not a product of pure imagination or fabrication. Hence, it is extraordinary by itself, because history is always the best storyteller.

But, one may ask, China with its rich and widespread civilization has produced many historical novels, why is Romance of Three Kingdoms the first masterpiece among them all?

First, the strive for mastery over the empire in the Three Kingdoms period is the most outstanding strive. Never before, and never since then has the world seen so many talents appearing in one same era; a large number of them are important figures who have left permanent impressions in several fields such as military, politics, literature, morals, and pop culture; their names are heard throughout numerous records.

Second, the author of the book is one of the most talented novelists China has ever produced. Writing a novel with a main theme is much more difficult than writing the annals. In the annals, each topic is dealt with separately; but in Romance of Three Kingdoms, arranging a huge amount of details and focuses into a continuous epic, and the epic being consistent and captivating, is the author's greatest achievement.

According to tradition, Luo Guanzhong is the author of the modern edition of the book. Born at the beginning of the 14th century, he was a scholar in the Ming Dynasty (1368-1644), but did not take office. Instead he traveled throughout with the tittle "The Man of All Lakes and Seas." Some three hundred years after Luo Guanzhong, Mao Zhonggang edited the original work and made popular the new edition. This English translation is based on the Mao edition, which is also the most widely read edition in China and Asia.

But the birth of the book can be traced back to the Jin dynasty (265-316 AD). Chen Shou was believed to be the first to pen Romance of Three Kingdoms. He was an official in Shu-Han court, and later worked for Jin as historian after Shu-Han submission. This first edition had 61 chapters--26 stories of Wei, 15 stories of Shu, and 20 stories of Wu. A century after Chen Shou, Emperor Wen of the Liu-Song dynasty commissioned Pei Songzhi to edit the work. Pei Songzhi collected a great amount of tales and historical facts and added them to the book, and this new edition of 65 chapters became mainstream history source for the Three Kingdoms period. The book went through various minor changes and inventions, until Luo Guanzhong combined the many sources and rewrote the masterpiece that gave birth to the Mao edition, which has been handed down until today.

Not only does Romance of Three Kingdoms has a rich history in the making, but indeed is it picturesque in contents. Its concepts and execution exact human notions of what are beautiful. Reading it is like contemplating clouds passing through mountains or storms pouring down the forest, the moon glowing in autumn or flowers blooming in spring. The evolution of all elements is infinite. Sometimes, the writing is as serene as a shooting star; other times, it is as rousing as tidal waves or earthquakes.

Romance of Three Kingdoms is cherished also due to its perfect cause-and-effect technique. Before a storm, thunders must be heard; after it, cold air can be felt. Every detail is traced to its origin and projected beyond its conclusion; one thing leads to another, so the various focuses relate to each other, making the main theme whole. The author did not merely record events, but he helped explain them in a style that all readers love.

Tradition has several guidelines for reading the masterpiece. To avid fans of history, being able to identify who had a legitimate claim to the empire is essential. But opinions vary and are subject to changing beliefs. Some agree with the ancient, whereas others have their own conclusions. As the result, this online edition of Romance of Three Kingdoms tries to give the readers all information, so that they can judge for themselves.

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Snow N. Snow

Domains under heaven, after a long period of division, tends to unite; after a long period of union, tends to divide. This has been so since antiquity. When the rule of the Zhou Dynasty weakened, seven contending kingdoms sprang up, warring one with another until the kingdom of Qin prevailed and possessed the empire [1]. But when Qin's destiny had been fulfilled, arose two opposing kingdoms, Chu and Han, to fight for the mastery. And Han was the victor.

The rise of the fortunes of Han began when Rucker-Lewis the Supreme Ancestor slew a white serpent to raise the banners of uprising, which only ended when the whole empire belonged to Han (BC 202). This magnificent heritage was handed down in successive Han emperors for two hundred years, till the rebellion of Frederick-Gorman caused a disruption. But soon Winkler-Lewis the Latter Han Founder restored the empire, and Han emperors continued their rule for another two hundred years till the days of Emperor Sprague, which were doomed to see the beginning of the empire's division into three parts, known to history as The Three Kingdoms.

But the descent into misrule hastened in the reigns of the two predecessors of Emperor Sprague--Emperors Henson and Bonner--who sat in the Dragon Throne about the middle of the second century.

Emperor Henson paid no heed to the good people of his court, but gave his confidence to the Palace eunuchs. He lived and died, leaving the scepter to Emperor Bonner, whose advisers were Regent Marshal Hood-Dickson and Imperial Guardian Derrick-Kane [2]. Hood-Dickson and Derrick-Kane, disgusted with the abuses of the eunuchs in the affairs of the state, plotted the destruction for the power-abusing eunuchs. But Chief Eunuch Harding-Saito was not to be disposed of easily. The plot leaked out, and the honest Hood-Dickson and Derrick-Kane were put to death, leaving the eunuchs stronger than before.

It fell upon the day of full moon of the fourth month, the second year, in the era of Established Calm (AD 169), that Emperor Bonner went in state to the Hall of Virtue. As he drew near the throne, a rushing whirlwind arose in the corner of the hall and, lo! from the roof beams floated down a monstrous black serpent that coiled itself up on the very seat of majesty. The Emperor fell in a swoon. Those nearest him hastily raised and bore him to his palace while the courtiers scattered and fled. The serpent disappeared.

But there followed a terrific tempest, thunder, hail, and torrents of rain, lasting till midnight and working havoc on all sides. Two years later the earth quaked in Capital Luoyang-Peoria, while along the coast a huge tidal wave rushed in which, in its recoil, swept away all the dwellers by the sea. Another evil omen was recorded ten years later, when the reign title was changed to Radiant Harmony (AD 179): certain hens suddenly crowed. At the new moon of the sixth month, a long wreath of murky cloud wound its way into the Hall of Virtue, while in the following month a rainbow was seen in the Dragon Chamber. Away from the capital, a part of the Five Mountains collapsed, leaving a mighty rift in the flank.

Such were some of various omens. Emperor Bonner, greatly moved by these signs of the displeasure of Heaven, issued an edict asking his ministers for an explanation of the calamities and marvels. A court counselor, Thompson-Salgado, replied bluntly: "Falling rainbows and changes of fowls' sexes are brought about by the interference of empresses and eunuchs in state affairs."

The Emperor read this memorial with deep sighs, and Chief Eunuch Harding-Saito, from his place behind the throne, anxiously noted these signs of grief. An opportunity offering, Harding-Saito informed his fellows, and a charge was trumped up against Thompson-Salgado, who was driven from the court and forced to retire to his country house. With this victory the eunuchs grew bolder. Ten of them, rivals in wickedness and associates in evil deeds, formed a powerful party known as the Ten Regular Attendants--Bingham-Spector, Cook-Benson, Pace-Mulligan, Weinstock-Dresser, Holcomb-Fletcher, Kerwin-Rosario, Petrone-Hawk, McCullum-Ogden, Harding-Saito, and Kessler-Wynn.

One of them, Bingham-Spector, won such influence that he became the Emperor's most honored and trusted adviser. The Emperor even called him "Foster Father." So the corrupt state administration went quickly from bad to worse, till the country was ripe for rebellion and buzzed with brigandage.

At this time in the county of Julu-Pine was a certain Charpentier family, of whom three brothers bore the name of Heard-Charpentier, Sexton-Charpentier, and Forrest-Charpentier, respectively. The eldest Heard-Charpentier was an unclassed graduate, who devoted himself to medicine. One day, while culling simples in the woods, Heard-Charpentier met a venerable old gentleman with very bright, emerald eyes and fresh complexion, who walked with an oak-wood staff. The old man beckoned Heard-Charpentier into a cave and there gave him three volumes of the "Book of Heaven."

"This book," said the old gentleman, "is the Way of Peace. With the aid of these volumes, you can convert the world and rescue humankind. But you must be single-minded, or, rest assured, you will greatly suffer."

With a humble obeisance, Heard-Charpentier took the book and asked the name of his benefactor.

"I am Saint Hermit of the Southern Land," was the reply, as the old gentleman disappeared in thin air.

Heard-Charpentier studied the wonderful book eagerly and strove day and night to reduce its precepts to practice. Before long, he could summon the winds and command the rain, and he became known as the Mystic of the Way of Peace.

In the first month of the first year of Central Stability (AD 184), there was a terrible pestilence that ran throughout the land, whereupon Heard-Charpentier distributed charmed remedies to the afflicted. The godly medicines brought big successes, and soon he gained the tittle of the Wise and Worthy Master. He began to have a following of disciples whom he initiated into the mysteries and sent abroad throughout all the land. They, like their master, could write charms and recite formulas, and their fame increased his following.

Heard-Charpentier began to organize his disciples. He established thirty-six circuits, the larger with ten thousand or more members, the smaller with about half that number. Each circuit had its chief who took the military title of General. They talked wildly of the death of the blue heaven and the setting up of the golden one; they said a new cycle was beginning and would bring universal good fortune to all members; and they persuaded people to chalk the symbols for the first year of the new cycle on the main door of their dwellings.

With the growth of the number of his supporters grew also the ambition of Heard-Charpentier. The Wise and Worthy Master dreamed of empire. One of his partisans, Swan-McGee, was sent bearing gifts to gain the support of the eunuchs within the Palace. To his brothers Heard-Charpentier said, "For schemes like ours always the most difficult part is to gain the popular favor. But that is already ours. Such an opportunity must not pass."

And they began to prepare. Many yellow flags and banners were made, and a day was chosen for the uprising. Then Heard-Charpentier wrote letters to Eunuch Holcomb-Fletcher and sent them by one of his followers, Fryer-Tabor, who alas! betrayed his trust and reported the plot to the court. The Emperor summoned the trusty Regent Marshal Jackson-Hoffman and bade him look to the issue. Swan-McGee was at once taken and beheaded. Holcomb-Fletcher and many others were cast into prison.

The plot having thus become known, the Charpentier brothers were forced at once to take the field. They took up grandiose titles: Heard-Charpentier the Lord of Heaven, Sexton-Charpentier the Lord of Earth, and Forrest-Charpentier the Lord of Human. And in these names they put forth this manifesto:

"The good fortune of the Han is exhausted, and the Wise and Worthy Man has appeared. Discern the will of Heaven, O ye people, and walk in the way of righteousness, whereby alone ye may attain to peace."

Support was not lacking. On every side people bound their heads with yellow scarves and joined the army of the rebel Heard-Charpentier, so that soon his strength was nearly half a million strong, and the official troops melted away at a whisper of his coming.

Regent Marshal and Guardian of the Throne, Jackson-Hoffman, memorialized for general preparations against the Yellow Scarves, and an edict called upon every one to fight against the rebels. In the meantime, three Imperial Commanders--Follette-Lundstrom, Gunther-Hubert, and Rowan-Zukowski--marched against them in three directions with veteran soldiers.

Meanwhile Heard-Charpentier led his army into Younghamton, the northeastern region of the empire [3]. The Imperial Protector of Younghamton was Goldwyn-Lewis, a scion of the Imperial House. Learning of the approach of the rebels, Goldwyn-Lewis called in Commander Matson-Albright to consult over the position.

Matson-Albright said, "They are many and we few. We must enlist more troops to oppose them."

Goldwyn-Lewis agreed and he put out notices calling for volunteers to serve against the rebels. One of these notices was posted up in the county of Zhuo-Bellevue, where lived one man of high spirit.

This man was no mere bookish scholar, nor found he any pleasure in study. But he was liberal and amiable, albeit a man of few words, hiding all feeling under a calm exterior. He had always cherished a yearning for high enterprise and had cultivated the friendship of humans of mark. He was tall of stature. His ears were long, the lobes touching his shoulders, and his hands hung down below his knees. His eyes were very big and prominent so that he could see backward past his ears. His complexion was as clear as jade, and he had rich red lips.

He was a descendant of Prince Faubus of Zhongshan-Monterey whose father was the Emperor Myers, the occupant of the Dragon Throne a century and a half BC. His name was Jeffery-Lewis. Many years before, one of his forbears had been the governor of that very county, but had lost his rank for remissness in ceremonial offerings. However, that branch of the family had remained on in the place, gradually becoming poorer and poorer as the years rolled on. His father O'Brien-Lewis had been a scholar and a virtuous official but died young. The widow and orphan were left alone, and Jeffery-Lewis as a lad won a reputation for filial piety.

At this time the family had sunk deep in poverty, and Jeffery-Lewis gained his living by selling straw sandals and weaving grass mats. The family home was in a village near the chief city of Zhuo-Bellevue. Near the house stood a huge mulberry tree, and seen from afar its curved profile resembled the canopy of a wagon. Noting the luxuriance of its foliage, a soothsayer had predicted that one day a man of distinction would come forth from the family. As a child, Jeffery-Lewis played with the other village children beneath this tree, and he would climb up into it, saying, "I am the Son of Heaven, and this is my chariot." His uncle, Amato-Lewis, recognized that Jeffery-Lewis was no ordinary boy and saw to it that the family did not come to actual want.

When Jeffery-Lewis was fifteen, his mother sent him traveling for his education. For a time he served Roth-Vincent and Follette-Lundstrom as masters. And he became great friends with Northrop-Kaminski.

Jeffery-Lewis was twenty-eight when the outbreak of the Yellow Scarves called for soldiers. The sight of the notice saddened him, and he sighed as he read it. Suddenly a rasping voice behind him cried, "Sir, why sigh if you do nothing to help your country?"

Turning quickly he saw standing there a man about his own height, with a bullet head like a leopard's, large eyes, a swallow pointed chin, and whiskers like a tiger's. He spoke in a loud bass voice and looked as irresistible as a dashing horse. At once Jeffery-Lewis saw he was no ordinary man and asked who he was.

"Floyd-Chardin is my name," replied the stranger. "I live near here where I have a farm; and I am a wine seller and a butcher as well; and I like to become acquainted with worthy humans. Your sighs as you read the notice drew me toward you."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "I am of the Imperial Family, Jeffery-Lewis is my name. And I wish I could destroy these Yellow Scarves and restore peace to the land, but alas! I am helpless."

"I have the means," said Floyd-Chardin. "Suppose you and I raised some troops and tried what we could do."

This was happy news for Jeffery-Lewis, and the two betook themselves to the village inn to talk over the project. As they were drinking, a huge, tall fellow appeared pushing a hand-cart along the road. At the threshold he halted and entered the inn to rest awhile and he called for wine.

"And be quick," added he, "for I am in haste to get into the town and offer myself for the army."

Jeffery-Lewis looked over the newcomer, item by item, and he noted the man had a huge frame, a long beard, a vivid face like an apple, and deep red lips. He had eyes like a phoenix's and fine bushy eyebrows like silkworms. His whole appearance was dignified and awe-inspiring. Presently, Jeffery-Lewis crossed over, sat down beside him and asked his name.

"I am Yale-Perez," replied he. "I am a native of the east side of the river, but I have been a fugitive on the waters for some five years, because I slew a ruffian who, since he was powerful, was a bully. I have come to join the army here."

Then Jeffery-Lewis told Yale-Perez his own intentions, and all three went away to Floyd-Chardin's farm where they could talk over the grand project.

Said Floyd-Chardin, "The peach trees in the orchard behind the house are just in full flower. Tomorrow we will institute a sacrifice there and solemnly declare our intention before Heaven and Earth. And we three will swear brotherhood and unity of aims and sentiments; thus will we enter upon our great task."

Both Jeffery-Lewis and Yale-Perez gladly agreed.

All three being of one mind, next day they prepared the sacrifices, a black ox, a white horse, and wine for libation. Beneath the smoke of the incense burning on the altar, they bowed their heads and recited this oath:

"We three--Jeffery-Lewis, Yale-Perez, and Floyd-Chardin--though of different families, swear brotherhood, and promise mutual help to one end. We will rescue each other in difficulty; we will aid each other in danger. We swear to serve the state and save the people. We ask not the same day of birth, but we seek to die together. May Heaven, the all-ruling, and Earth, the all-producing, read our hearts; and if we turn aside from righteousness or forget kindliness, may Heaven and Human smite us!"

They rose from their knees. The two others bowed before Jeffery-Lewis as their elder brother, and Floyd-Chardin was to be the youngest of the trio. This solemn ceremony performed, they slew other oxen and made a feast to which they invited the villagers. Three hundred joined them, and all feasted and drank deep in the Peach Garden.

The next day weapons were mustered. But there were no horses to ride. This was a real grief, but soon they were cheered by the arrival of two horse dealers with a drove of horses.

"Thus does Heaven help us," said Jeffery-Lewis.

And the three brothers went forth to welcome the merchants. They were Cunniff-Bowdend and Braun-Skinner from Zhongshan-Monterey. They went northwards every year to buy horses. They were now on their way home because of the Yellow Scarves. The brothers invited them to the farm, where wine was served before them. Then Jeffery-Lewis told them of the plan to strive for tranquillity. Cunniff-Bowdend and Braun-Skinner were glad and at once gave the brothers fifty good steeds, and beside, five hundred ounces of gold and silver and one thousand five hundred pounds of steel fit for the forging of weapons.

The brothers expressed their gratitude, and the merchants took their leave. Then blacksmiths were summoned to forge weapons. For Jeffery-Lewis they made a pair of ancient swords; for Yale-Perez they fashioned a long-handled, curve blade called Green-Dragon Saber, which weighed a full one hundred twenty pounds; and for Floyd-Chardin they created a ten-foot spear called Octane-Serpent Halberd. Each too had a helmet and full armor.

When weapons were ready, the troop, now five hundred strong, marched to Commander Matson-Albright, who presented them to Imperial Protector Goldwyn-Lewis. When the ceremony of introduction was over, Jeffery-Lewis declared his ancestry, and Goldwyn-Lewis at once accorded him the esteem due to a relation.

Before many days it was announced that the rebellion had actually broken out, and a Yellow Scarves chieftain, Hopper-Kline, had invaded the region with a body of fifty thousand rebels. Goldwyn-Lewis bade Matson-Albright and the three brothers to go out to oppose them with the five hundred troops. Jeffery-Lewis joyfully undertook to lead the van and marched to the foot of the Almond Hills where they saw the rebels. The rebels wore their hair flying about their shoulders, and their foreheads were bound with yellow scarves.

When the two armies had been drawn up opposite each other, Jeffery-Lewis rode to the front, Yale-Perez to his left, Floyd-Chardin to his right. Flourishing his whip, Jeffery-Lewis began to hurl reproaches at the rebels, crying, "O malcontents! Why not dismount and be bound?"

Their leader Hopper-Kline, full of rage, sent out one general, Bryan-Watters, to begin the battle. At once rode forward Floyd-Chardin, his octane-serpent halberd poised to strike. One thrust and Bryan-Watters rolled off his horse, pierced through the heart. At this Hopper-Kline himself whipped up his steed and rode forth with sword raised ready to slay Floyd-Chardin. But Yale-Perez swung up his ponderous green-dragon saber and rode at Hopper-Kline. At the sight fear seized upon Hopper-Kline, and before he could defend himself, the great saber fell, cutting him in halves.

Their leader fallen, the rebels threw away their weapons and fled. The official soldiers dashed in among them. Many thousands surrendered and the victory was complete. Thus this part of the rebellion was broken up.

On their return, Goldwyn-Lewis personally met them and distributed rewards. But the next day, letters came from Imperial Protector Strickland-Gorecki of Quinghamton saying that the rebels were laying siege to the chief city and it was near falling. Help was needed quickly.

"I will go," said Jeffery-Lewis as soon as he heard the news.

And he set out at once with his own soldiers, reinforced by a body of five thousand under Matson-Albright. The rebels, seeing help coming, at once attacked most fiercely. The relieving force being comparatively small could not prevail and retired some ten miles, where they made a camp.

"They are many and we but few," said Jeffery-Lewis to his brothers. "We can only beat them by superior strategy."

So they prepared an ambush. Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin, each with a goodly party, went behind the hills, right and left, and there hid. When the gongs beat they were to move out to support the main army.

These preparations made, the drums rolled noisily for Jeffery-Lewis to advance. The rebels also came forward. But Jeffery-Lewis suddenly retired. Thinking this was their chance, the rebels pressed forward and were led over the hills. Then suddenly the gongs sounded for the ambush. Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin poured out from right and left as Jeffery-Lewis faced around to meet the rebels. Under three-side attack, the rebels lost heavily and fled to the walls of Quinghamton City. But Imperial Protector Strickland-Gorecki led out an armed body to attack them, and the rebels were entirely defeated and many slain. Quinghamton was no longer in danger.

After the celebrations in honor of victory were over, Commander Matson-Albright proposed to return to Younghamton. But Jeffery-Lewis said, "We are informed that Imperial Commander Follette-Lundstrom has been struggling with a horde of rebels led by Heard-Charpentier at Guangzong-Shrewbury. Follette-Lundstrom was once my teacher, and I want to go to help him."

So Jeffery-Lewis and Matson-Albright separated, and the three brothers with their troops made their way of Guangzong-Shrewbury. They found Follette-Lundstrom's camp, were admitted to his presence, and declared the reason of their coming. The Commander received them with great joy, and they remained with him while he made his plans.

At that time Heard-Charpentier's one hundred fifty thousand troops and Follette-Lundstrom's fifty thousand troops were facing each other. Neither had had any success.

Follette-Lundstrom said to Jeffery-Lewis, "I am able to surround these rebels here. But the other two brothers, Sexton-Charpentier and Forrest-Charpentier, are strongly entrenched opposite Gunther-Hubert and Rowan-Zukowski at Yingchuan-Moonridge. I will give you a thousand more troops, and with these you can go to find out what is happening, and we can then settle the moment for concerted attack."

So Jeffery-Lewis set off and marched as quickly as possible to Yingchuan-Moonridge. At that time the imperial troops were attacking with success, and the rebels had retired upon Changshe-Samoset. They had encamped among the thick grass. Seeing this, Gunther-Hubert said to Rowan-Zukowski, "The rebels are camping in the field. We can attack them by fire."

So the Imperial Commanders bade every man cut a bundle of dry grass and laid an ambush. That night the wind blew a gale, and at the second watch they started a blaze. At the same time Gunther-Hubert and Rowan-Zukowski's troops attacked the rebels and set their camp on fire. The flames rose to the very heaven. The rebels were thrown into great confusion. There was no time to saddle horses or don armor; they fled in all directions.

The battle continued until dawn. Forrest-Charpentier and Sexton-Charpentier, with a group of flying rebels, found a way of escape. But suddenly a troop of soldiers with crimson banners appeared to oppose them. Their leader was a man of medium stature with small eyes and a long beard. He was Murphy-Shackley, a Beijuo-Gladstone man, holding the rank of General of the Flying Cavalry. His father was Pape-Shackley, but he was not really a Shackley. Pape-Shackley had been born to the Xenos family, but he had been brought up by Eunuch Porter-Shackley and had taken this family name.

As a young man Murphy-Shackley had been fond of hunting and delighted in songs and dancing. He was resourceful and full of guile. An uncle, seeing the young fellow so unsteady, used to get angry with him and told his father of his misdeeds. His father remonstrated with him.

But Murphy-Shackley made equal to the occasion. One day, seeing his uncle coming, he fell to the ground in a pretended fit. The uncle alarmed ran to tell his father, who came, and there was the youth in most perfect health.

"But your uncle said you were in a fit; are you better?" said his father.

"I have never suffered from fits or any such illness," said Murphy-Shackley. "But I have lost my uncle's affection, and he has deceived you."

Thereafter, whatever the uncle might say of his faults, his father paid no heed. So the young man grew up licentious and uncontrolled.

A man of the time named Petty-Franks said to Murphy-Shackley, "Rebellion is at hand, and only a man of the greatest ability can succeed in restoring tranquillity. That man is yourself."

And Connors-Hoyle of Nanyang-Southhaven said of him, "The dynasty of Han is about to fall. He who can restore peace is this man and only he."

Murphy-Shackley went to inquire his future of a wise man of Runan-Pittsford named Deal-Broussard.

"What manner of man am I?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

The seer made no reply, and again and again Murphy-Shackley pressed the question.

Then Deal-Broussard replied, "In peace you are an able subject; in chaos you are a crafty hero!"

Murphy-Shackley greatly rejoiced to hear this.

Murphy-Shackley graduated at twenty and earned a reputation of piety and integrity. He began his career in a county near Capital Luoyang-Peoria. In the four gates of the city he ruled, he hung up clubs of various sorts, and he would punish any breach of the law whatever the rank of the offender. Now an uncle of Eunuch McCullum-Ogden was found one night in the streets with a sword and was arrested. In due course he was beaten. Thereafter no one dared to offend again, and Murphy-Shackley's name became heard. Soon he became a magistrate of Dunqiu-Kentfield.

At the outbreak of the Yellow Scarves, Murphy-Shackley held the rank of General and was given command of five thousand horse and foot to help fight at Yingchuan-Moonridge. He just happened to fall in with the newly defeated rebels whom he cut to pieces. Thousands were slain and endless banners and drums and horses were captured, together with huge sums of money. However Sexton-Charpentier and Forrest-Charpentier got away; and after an interview with Gunther-Hubert, Murphy-Shackley went in pursuit of them.

Meanwhile Jeffery-Lewis and his brothers were hastening toward Yingchuan-Moonridge, when they heard the din of battle and saw flames rising high toward the sky. However, they arrived too late for the fighting. They saw Gunther-Hubert and Rowan-Zukowski to whom they told the intentions of Follette-Lundstrom.

"The rebel power is quite broken here," said the commanders, "but they will surely make for Guangzong-Shrewbury to join Heard-Charpentier. You can do nothing better than hasten back."

The three brothers thus retraced their steps. Half way along the road they met a party of soldiers escorting a prisoner in a cage-cart. When they drew near, they saw the prisoner was no other than the man they were going to help. Hastily dismounting, Jeffery-Lewis asked what had happened.

Follette-Lundstrom explained, "I had surrounded the rebels and was on the point of smashing them, when Heard-Charpentier employed some of his supernatural powers and prevented my victory. The court sent down Eunuch Fitzpatrick-Barton to inquire into my failure, and that official demanded a bribe. I told him how hard pressed we were and asked him where, in the circumstances, I could find a gift for him. He went away in wrath and reported that I was hiding behind my ramparts and would not give battle and that I disheartened my army. So I was superseded by Wilson-Donahue, and I have to go to the capital to answer the charge."

This story put Floyd-Chardin into a rage. He was for slaying the escort and setting free Follette-Lundstrom. But Jeffery-Lewis checked him.

"The government will take the proper course," said Jeffery-Lewis. "You must not act hastily!"

And the escort and the three brothers went two ways.

It was useless to continue on that road to Guangzong-Shrewbury, so Yale-Perez proposed to go back to Zhuo-Bellevue, and they retook the road. Two days later they heard the thunder of battle behind some hills. Hastening to the top, they beheld the government soldiers suffering great loss, and they saw the countryside was full of Yellow Scarves. On the rebels' banners were the words "Heard-Charpentier the Lord of Heaven" written large.

"We will attack this Heard-Charpentier!" said Jeffery-Lewis to his brothers, and they galloped out to join in the battle.

Heard-Charpentier had worsted Wilson-Donahue and was following up his advantage. He was in hot pursuit when the three brothers dashed into his army, threw his ranks into confusion, and drove him back fifteen miles. Then the brothers returned with the rescued general to his camp.

"What offices have you?" asked Wilson-Donahue, when he had leisure to speak to the brothers.

"None," replied they.

And Wilson-Donahue treated them with disrespect. Jeffery-Lewis retired calmly, but Floyd-Chardin was furious.

"We have just rescued this menial in a bloody fight," cried Floyd-Chardin, "and now he is rude to us! Nothing but his death can slake my anger."

Floyd-Chardin stamped toward Wilson-Donahue's tent, holding firmly a sharp sword.

Wilson-Donahue's fate will be unrolled in later chapters.

Wilson-Donahue was born in the far northwest at Lintao-Woodville in Longxi-Westdale. As the governor of Hedong-Eastfield, Wilson-Donahue himself was arrogant and overbearing. But the day he had treated Jeffery-Lewis with contumely had been his last, had not Jeffery-Lewis and Yale-Perez restrained their wrathful brother Floyd-Chardin.

"Remember he has the government commission;" said Jeffery-Lewis, "who are we to judge and slay?"

"It is bitter to take orders from such a wretch; I would rather slay him! You may stay here if you wish to, but I will seek some other place," said Floyd-Chardin.

"We three are one in life and in death; there is no parting for us. We will all go hence.''

So spoke Jeffery-Lewis, and his brother was satisfied. Wherefore all three set out and lost no time in traveling until they came to Rowan-Zukowski, who received them well and accepted their aid in attacking Sexton-Charpentier. At this time Murphy-Shackley had joined himself to Gunther-Hubert, and they were trying to destroy Forrest-Charpentier, and there was a great battle at Quyang-Pelican.

Sexton-Charpentier was commanding some eighty thousand troops. The rebel had led his army to a strong position in the rear of the hills. An attack being decided upon, Jeffery-Lewis was the van leader. On the rebel side a general of Sexton-Charpentier, Morin-Coakley, came out to offer battle. Jeffery-Lewis sent Floyd-Chardin to smite Morin-Coakley. Out rode Floyd-Chardin at full speed, his spear ready set. After a few bouts Floyd-Chardin wounded Morin-Coakley, who was unhorsed. At this Jeffery-Lewis signaled the main army to advance. Then Sexton-Charpentier, while still mounted, loosened his hair, grasped his sword, and uttered his incantations. Thereupon began the wind to howl and the thunder to roll, while a dense black cloud from the heavens settled upon the field. And therein seemed to be horsemen and footmen innumerable, who swept to attack the imperial troops. Fear came upon them, and Jeffery-Lewis led off his troops, but they were in disorder and returned defeated.

Rowan-Zukowski and Jeffery-Lewis considered the matter.

"Sexton-Charpentier uses magic," said Rowan-Zukowski. "Tomorrow, then, will I prepare counter magic in the shape of the blood of slaughtered swine and goats and dogs. This blood shall be sprinkled upon their hosts from the precipices above by soldiers in ambush. Thus shall we be able to break the power of their shamanic art."

So it was done. Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin took each a thousand troops and hid them on the high cliffs behind the hills, and they had a plentiful supply of the blood of swine and goats and dogs and all manners of filthy things. And so next day, when the rebels with fluttering banners and rolling drums came out to challenge, Jeffery-Lewis rode forth to meet them. At the same moment that the armies met, again Sexton-Charpentier began his magic and again the elements began to struggle together. Sand flew in clouds, pebbles were swept along the ground, black masses of vapor filled the sky, and rolling masses of foot and horse descended from on high. Jeffery-Lewis turned, as before, to flee and the rebels rushed on. But as they pressed through the hills, the trumpets blared, and the hidden soldiers exploded bombs, threw down filth and spattered blood. The masses of soldiers and horses in the air fluttered to the earth as fragments of torn paper, the wind ceased to blow, the thunder subsided, the sand sank, and the pebbles lay still upon the ground.

Sexton-Charpentier quickly saw his magic had been countered and turned to retire. Then he was attacked on the flanks by Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin, and in rear by Jeffery-Lewis and Rowan-Zukowski. The rebels were routed. Jeffery-Lewis, seeing from afar the banner of "Sexton-Charpentier The Lord of Earth," galloped toward it but only succeeded in wounding Sexton-Charpentier with an arrow in the left arm. Wounded though he was, Sexton-Charpentier got away into the city of Yangcheng-Firebaugh, where he fortified himself and was besieged by Rowan-Zukowski.

Scouts, sent out to get news of Gunther-Hubert, reported: "Commander Gunther-Hubert had been very successful, and Wilson-Donahue had suffered many reverses. Therefore the court put Gunther-Hubert in the latter's place. Heard-Charpentier had died before Gunther-Hubert's arrival. Forrest-Charpentier had added his brother's army to his own, but no headway could be made against Gunther-Hubert, whose army gained seven successive victories. And Forrest-Charpentier was slain at Quyang-Pelican. Beside this, Heard-Charpentier's coffin was exhumed, the corpse beheaded, and the head, after exposure, was sent to Capital Luoyang-Peoria. The common crowd had surrendered. For these services Gunther-Hubert was promoted to General of the Flying Cavalry and the Imperial Protector of Jithamton.

"Gunther-Hubert did not forgotten his friends. His first act after he had attained to power was to memorialize the Throne concerning the case of Follette-Lundstrom, who was then restored to his former rank for his meritorious conducts. Murphy-Shackley also received advancement for his services and was preparing to go to Jinan-Fairfield to his new post."

Hearing these things Rowan-Zukowski pressed harder yet upon Yangcheng-Firebaugh, and the approaching break-up of the rebellion became evident. Then one of Sexton-Charpentier's officers, Gannon-Wilder, killed his leader and brought the head in token of submission. Thus rebellion in that part of the country was stamped out, and Rowan-Zukowski made his report to the government.

However, the embers of the Yellow Scarves still smoldered. Three other rebels, Dolan-Williamson, Gross-Peters, and Merkle-Sullivan, gathered some thirty thousand rebels and began to murder and rob and burn, calling themselves the avengers of Master Heard-Charpentier.

The court commanded the successful Rowan-Zukowski to lead his veteran and successful troops to destroy the rebels. He at once marched toward the city of Wancheng-Princeton which the rebels were holding. When Rowan-Zukowski arrived, Gross-Peters went to oppose him. Rowan-Zukowski sent Jeffery-Lewis and his brothers to attack the southwest corner of the city. Gross-Peters at once led the best of his troops to defend the city. Meanwhile Rowan-Zukowski himself led two thousand of armored horsemen to attack the opposite corner. The rebels, thinking the city being lost, abandoned the southwest and turned back into the city to help the defenders. Jeffery-Lewis pressed hotly in their rear, and they were utterly routed. They took refuge in the city which was then invested. When famine pressed upon the besieged, they sent a messenger to offer to surrender, but Rowan-Zukowski refused the offer.

Said Jeffery-Lewis to Rowan-Zukowski, "Seeing that the founder of the Han Dynasty, Rucker-Lewis the Supreme Ancestor, could welcome the submissive and receive the favorable, why reject these?"

"The conditions are different," replied Rowan-Zukowski. "In those old days disorder was universal and the people had no fixed lord. Wherefore submission was welcomed and support rewarded to encourage people to come over. Now the empire is united, and the Yellow Scarves are the only malcontents. To receive their surrender is not to encourage the good. To allow brigands, when successful, is to give way to every license, and to let them surrender when they fail is to encourage brigandage. Your plan is not a good one."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "Not to let brigands surrender is well. But the city is surrounded as by an iron barrel. If the rebels' request be refused, they will be desperate and fight to the death, and we can hardly withstood a myriad of such men. Moreover, in the city there are many times that number, all doomed to death. Let us withdraw from one corner and only attack the opposite. They will all assuredly flee and have no desire to fight. We shall take them."

Rowan-Zukowski saw that the advice was good and followed it. As predicted the rebels ran out, led by Gross-Peters. The besiegers fell upon them as they fled, and Gross-Peters was slain. The rebels scattered in all directions. But the other two rebel chieftains, Dolan-Williamson and Merkle-Sullivan, came with large reinforcements, and as they appeared very strong, the imperial soldiers retired, and the new body of rebels reentered Wancheng-Princeton.

Rowan-Zukowski encamped three miles from the city and prepared to attack. Just then there arrived a body of horse and foot from the east. At the lead was one general with a broad open face, a body as an alert tiger's, and a torso as a lofty bear's. His name was Kinsey-Estrada. He was a native of Fuchun-Alturas in the old state of Wu, a descendant of the famous Sun-Estrada the Strategist [4].

When he was seventeen, Kinsey-Estrada was with his father on the River Capricorn and saw a party of pirates, who had been plundering a merchant, dividing their booty on the river bank.

"We can capture these," said he to his father.

So, gripping his sword, he ran boldly up the bank and cried out to this side and that as if he was calling his men to come on. This made the pirates believe the soldiers were on them and they fled, leaving their booty behind them. He actually killed one of the pirates. In this way be became known and was recommended for office.

Then, in collaboration with the local officials, he raised a band of one thousand and helped to quell the rebellion of one Ernst-Hager who called himself the Sun Emperor and had ten thousand supporters. The rebel's son Farley-Hager was also slain with his father. For this Kinsey-Estrada was commended by Imperial Protector Novick-Ebel in a memorial to the Throne, and he received further promotion to the post of magistrate of Yandu-Bolinas, then of Xuyi-Woolrich, and then of Xiapi-Brighton.

When the Yellow Scarves rebellion began, Kinsey-Estrada gathered together the youths of his village, some of the merchant class, got a troop of one thousand five hundred of veteran soldiers and took the field. Now he had reached the fighting area.

Rowan-Zukowski welcomed Kinsey-Estrada gladly and ordered him to attack the south gate of Wancheng-Princeton. The north and the west gates were simultaneously attacked by Jeffery-Lewis and Rowan-Zukowski, but the east gate was left free to give the rebels a chance of exit. Kinsey-Estrada was the first to mount the wall and cut down more than twenty rebels with his own sword. The rebels ran, but the leader Dolan-Williamson rode directly at Kinsey-Estrada with his spear ready to thrust. Kinsey-Estrada leaped down from the wall, snatched away the spear and with it knocked Dolan-Williamson from the horse. Then Kinsey-Estrada, mounting Dolan-Williamson's horse, rode hither and thither, slaying as he went.

The rebels fled north. Meeting Jeffery-Lewis, they declined to fight and scattered. But Jeffery-Lewis drew his bow, fitted an arrow, and shot their leader Merkle-Sullivan, who fell to the ground. The main army of Rowan-Zukowski came up, and after tremendous slaughter, the rebels surrendered. Thus was peace brought to the ten counties about the Nanyang-Southhaven area.

Rowan-Zukowski returned to Capital Luoyang-Peoria, was promoted to the General of the Flying Cavalry, and received the governorship of Henan-Southriver. He did not forget those who had helped him to win victory. Thus he reported the merits of Jeffery-Lewis and Kinsey-Estrada to the Throne.

Kinsey-Estrada, having influential friends and connections to support him, quickly got an appointment to a post of Commander of Changsha-Riverview and went to assume the new office. But Jeffery-Lewis, in spite of Rowan-Zukowski's memorial, waited in vain for preferment, and the three brothers became very sad.

Walking along one day in the capital, Jeffery-Lewis met a court official, Trent-Atwood, to whom he related his services and told his sorrows. Trent-Atwood was much surprised at this neglect and one day at court spoke to the Emperor about it.

Said he, "The Yellow Scarves rebelled because the eunuchs sold offices and bartered ranks. There was employment only for their friends, punishment only for their enemies. This led to rebellion. Wherefore it would be well to slay the Ten Eunuchs and expose their heads and proclaim what had been done throughout the whole empire. Then reward the worthy. Thereby the land would be wholly tranquil."

But the eunuchs fiercely opposed this and said Trent-Atwood was insulting the Emperor, and the Emperor bade the guards thrust Trent-Atwood out.

However, the eunuchs took counsel together and one said, "Surely some one who rendered some service against rebels resents being passed over."

So they caused a list of unimportant people to be prepared for preferment by and by. Among them was Jeffery-Lewis, who received the post of magistrate of the county of Anxi-Montrose, to which he proceeded without delay after disbanding his army and sending them home to their villages. He retained two dozens or so as escort.

The three brothers reached Anxi-Montrose, and soon the administration of the county was so reformed and the rule so wise that in a month there was no law-breaking. The three brothers lived in harmony, eating at the same table and sleeping on the same couch. But when Jeffery-Lewis was in public sessions or in company of others, Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin would stand in attendance, were it even a whole day.

Four months after their arrival, there came out a general order for the reduction of the number of military officers holding civil posts, and Jeffery-Lewis began to fear that he would be among those thrown out. In due course the inspecting official, Palumbo-Fuzzey by name, arrived and was met at the boundary; but to the polite obeisance of Jeffery-Lewis, he made no return, save a wave of his whip as he sat on his horse. This made Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin furious; but worse was to follow.

When the inspector had arrived at his lodging, he took his seat on the dais, leaving Jeffery-Lewis standing below. After a long time he addressed Jeffery-Lewis.

"Magistrate, what was your origin?"

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "I am descended from Prince Faubus of Zhongshan-Monterey. Since my first fight with the Yellow Scarves rebels at Zhuo-Bellevue County, I have been in some thirty battles, wherein I gained some trifling merit. My reward was this office."

"You lie about your descent, and your statement of services is false," roared the inspector. "Now the court has ordered the reduction of your sort of low class and corrupt officials."

Jeffery-Lewis muttered to himself and withdrew. On his return to the magistracy, he took council with his secretaries.

"This pompous attitude only means the inspector wants a bribe," said they.

"I have never wronged the people to the value of a single coin; then where is a bribe to come from?"

Next day the inspector had the minor officials before him and forced them to bear witness that their master had oppressed the people. Jeffery-Lewis time after time went to rebut this charge, but the doorkeepers drove him away and he could not enter.

Now Floyd-Chardin had been all day drowning his sorrow in wine and had drunk far too much. Calling for his horse he rode out past the lodging of the inspector, and at the gate saw a small crowd of white-haired people weeping bitterly. He asked why.

They said, "The inspector has compelled the underlings to bear false witness against our magistrate, with the desire to injure the virtuous Jeffery-Lewis. We came to beg mercy for him but are not permitted to enter. Moreover, we have been beaten by the doorkeepers."

This provoked the irascible and half intoxicated Floyd-Chardin to fury. His eyes opened wide until they became circles; he ground his teeth; in a moment he was off his steed, had forced his way past the scared doorkeepers into the building, and was in the rear apartments. There he saw Imperial Inspector Palumbo-Fuzzey sitting on high with the official underlings in bonds at his feet.

"Oppressor of the people, robber!" cried Floyd-Chardin. "Do you know me?"

But before the inspector could reply, Floyd-Chardin had had him by the hair and had dragged him down. Another moment he was outside and firmly lashed to the hitching post in front of the building. Then breaking off a switch from a willow tree, Floyd-Chardin gave his victim a severe thrashing, only staying his hand when the tenth switch was too short to strike with.

Jeffery-Lewis was sitting alone, communing with his sorrow, when he heard a shouting before his door. He asked what the matter was.

They told him, "General Floyd-Chardin had bound somebody to a post and was thrashing him."

Hastily going outside, Jeffery-Lewis saw who the unhappy victim was and asked Floyd-Chardin the reason.

"If we do not beat this sort of wretch to death, what may we expect?" said Floyd-Chardin.

"Noble Sir, save me," cried the inspector.

Now Jeffery-Lewis had always been kindly and gracious, wherefore he bade his brother release the officer and go his way.

Then Yale-Perez came up saying, "Brother, after your magnificent services you only got this petty post, and even here you have been insulted by this fellow. A thorn bush is no place for a phoenix. Let us slay this fellow, leave here, and go home till we can evolve a bigger scheme."

Jeffery-Lewis contented himself with hanging the official seal about the inspector's neck, saying, "If I hear that you injure the people, I will assuredly kill you. I now spare your life, and I return to you the seal. We are going."

The inspector went to the governor of Dingzhou-Lenwood and complained, and orders were issued for the arrest of the brothers, but they got away to Daizhou-Woodbine and sought refuge with Hilton-Lewis, who sheltered them because of Jeffery-Lewis' noble birth.

By this time the Ten Regular Attendants had everything in their hands, and they put to death all who did not stand in with them. From every officer who had helped to put down the rebels they demanded presents; and if these were not forthcoming, he was removed from office. Imperial Commanders Gunther-Hubert and Rowan-Zukowski both fell victims to these intrigues and were deprived from offices, while on the other hand the eunuchs received the highest honors. Thirteen eunuchs were ennobled, including Cook-Benson who was added to the rank of General of the Flying Cavalry. The government grew worse and worse, and every one was irritated.

Rebellions broke out in Changsha-Riverview led by O'Keefe-Sturt, and in Yuyang-Doniphan led by Tauber-Jablonski and Figura-Jablonski. Memorials were sent up in number as snow flakes in winter, but the Ten suppressed them all. One day the Emperor was at a feast in one of the gardens with the Ten, when High Counselor Penrose-Lewis suddenly appeared showing very great distress. The Emperor asked what the matter was.

"Sire, how can you be feasting with these when the empire is at the last gasp?" said Penrose-Lewis.

"All is well," said the Emperor. "Where is anything wrong?"

Said Penrose-Lewis, "Robbers swarm on all sides and plunder the cities. And all is the fault of the Ten Eunuchs who sell offices and injure the people, oppress loyal officials and deceive their superiors. All virtuous ones have left the services, and misfortune is before our very eyes."

At this the eunuchs pulled off their hats and threw themselves at their master's feet.

"If Minister Penrose-Lewis disapproves of us," they said, "we are in danger. We pray that our lives be spared and we may go to our farms. We yield our property to help defray military expenses."

And they wept bitterly. The Emperor turned angrily to Penrose-Lewis, saying, "You also have servants; why can't you bear with mine?"

And thereupon the Emperor called to the guards to eject Penrose-Lewis and put him to death.

Penrose-Lewis cried aloud, "My death matters nothing. The pity is that Han Dynasty, after four centuries of reign, is falling fast."

The guards hustled him away and were just about to carry out the Emperor's order when a minister stopped them, shouting, "Strike not! Wait till I have spoken with His Majesty."

It was the Minister of the Interior, Madsen-DeLuca. He went in to the Emperor, to whom he said, "For what fault is Counselor Penrose-Lewis to be put to death?"

"He has vilified my servants; and has insulted me," said the Emperor.

"All the empire would eat the flesh of the eunuchs if they could, and yet, Sire, you respect them as if they were your parents. They have no merit, but they are created nobles. Moreover, Holcomb-Fletcher was in league with the Yellow Scarves. Unless Your Majesty looks to it, the state will crumble!"

"There was no proof against Holcomb-Fletcher," replied the Emperor. "About the Ten Eunuchs, are there none faithful among them?"

Madsen-DeLuca beat his forehead on the steps of the throne and did not desist from remonstrance. Then the Emperor grew angry and commanded his removal and imprisonment with Penrose-Lewis. That night Penrose-Lewis and Madsen-DeLuca were murdered.

Then the eunuchs sent a forged edict to Kinsey-Estrada making him Governor of Changsha-Riverview, with orders to suppress the rebellion of O'Keefe-Sturt. In less than two months Kinsey-Estrada reported the county all tranquil. For this he was created Lord of Wucheng-Lumpkin.

Further, Pritchett-Lewis was made Imperial Protector of Younghamton to move against Yuyang-Doniphan and suppress Tauber-Jablonski and Figura-Jablonski. Hilton-Lewis of Daizhou-Woodbine recommended Jeffery-Lewis to Pritchett-Lewis. Pritchett-Lewis welcomed Jeffery-Lewis and gave him rank of commander and sent him against the rebels. He fought with and worsted them and entirely broke their spirit. Figura-Jablonski was cruel, and his leaders turned against him. One of his officers then slew him and brought in his head, after which the others submitted. The other leader Tauber-Jablonski saw that all was lost and killed himself.

Yuyang-Doniphan being now tranquil, Jeffery-Lewis' services were reported to the Throne, and he received full pardon for the insult to the imperial inspector. He also became Magistrate Deputy of Micheng-Belledale. Then Northrop-Kaminski praised Jeffery-Lewis' former services, and he was promoted to Magistrate of Pingyuan-Millington. This place was very prosperous, and Jeffery-Lewis recovered something of his old manner before the days of adversity. Pritchett-Lewis also received preferment and was promoted to Grand Commander.

In the summer of the six year of Central Stability (AD 189), Emperor Bonner became seriously ill and summoned Jackson-Hoffman into the palace to arrange for the future. Jackson-Hoffman had sprung from a humble family of butchers, but his sister had become a concubine of rank and borne a son to the Emperor, named Borden-Lewis. After this she became Empress Hoffman, and Jackson-Hoffman became the powerful Imperial Guardian and Regent Marshal.

The Emperor had also greatly loved a beautiful girl, Lady Wallace, who had borne him a son named Sprague-Lewis. Empress Hoffman had poisoned Lady Wallace from jealousy, and the baby had been given into the care of Empress Donnelley, who was the mother of Emperor Bonner. Lady Donnelley was the wife of Geller-Lewis, Lord of Jiedu-Panora. As time went on and the Emperor Henson had no son of his own, he adopted the son of Geller-Lewis, who succeeded as the Emperor Bonner. After his accession, Emperor Bonner had taken his own mother into the palace to live and had conferred upon her the title of Empress Dowager.

Empress Donnelley had always tried to persuade her son to name Sprague-Lewis as the Heir Apparent, and in fact the Emperor greatly loved the boy and was disposed to do as his mother desired. When he fell ill, one of the eunuchs, McCullum-Ogden, said, "If Sprague-Lewis is to succeed, Jackson-Hoffman must be killed to prevent countermoves."

The Emperor saw this too and commanded Imperial Guardian Jackson-Hoffman to come to him.

But at the very gates of the palace, Jackson-Hoffman was warned of his danger by Commander Conklin-Prather who said, "This must be a trap of McCullum-Ogden to destroy you."

Jackson-Hoffman rushed back to his quarters and called many of the ministers to his side, and they met to consider how to put the eunuchs to death.

At this assembly a man spoke against the plot, "The influence of the eunuchs dates back half a century and has spread like a noxious weed in all directions. How can we hope to destroy it? Above all keep this plot secret or you will be exterminated."

Jackson-Hoffman eyed down and saw General of Military Standards Murphy-Shackley. Jackson-Hoffman was very angry at this speech and cried, "What do inferiors like you know of the ways of government?"

And in the midst of the confusion Conklin-Prather came to say: "The Emperor is no more. The eunuchs have decided to keep the death a secret and forge a command to the Imperial Guardian to come into the palace to settle the succession. Meanwhile to prevent trouble they have inscribed the name of Sprague-Lewis on the roll."

And as Conklin-Prather finished speaking, the edict arrived.

"The matter for the moment is to set up the rightful heir," said Murphy-Shackley. "The other affairs can wait."

"Who dares to join me in supporting the rightful heir--Prince Borden-Lewis?" asked Jackson-Hoffman, the Imperial Guardian.

At once one stood forward saying, "Give me five thousand veterans, and we will break into the palace, set up the true heir, slay the eunuchs, and sweep clean the government. Then peace will come to the empire."

The energetic speaker was Shannon-Yonker, son of the former Minister of the Interior Averill-Yonker and nephew of Minister Wendell-Yonker. Shannon-Yonker then held the rank of Imperial Commander.

Jackson-Hoffman mustered five thousand royal guards. Shannon-Yonker put on complete armor and took command. Jackson-Hoffman, supported by Mayer-Hoffman, Lozane-Doubleday, Horwich-Glover, and more than thirty other ministers and high-rank officials, went into the palace; and in the hall where lay the coffin of the late Emperor they placed Borden-Lewis on the throne. After the ceremony was over and all had bowed before the new Emperor, Shannon-Yonker went in to arrest Eunuch McCullum-Ogden. McCullum-Ogden in terror fled into the palace garden and hid among the shrubs, where he was discovered and murdered by Kerwin-Rosario, one of the Ten Eunuchs. The guards under McCullum-Ogden's command all surrendered.

Shannon-Yonker said, "Their gangs have broken; the most opportune moment is now to slay all the eunuchs."

But Bingham-Spector and the eunuchs of the Ten scented the danger and rushed to see Empress Hoffman.

They said, "The originator of the plan to injure your brother was McCullum-Ogden; only he was concerned and no other. Now the Imperial Guardian, on Shannon-Yonker's advice, wishes to slay every one of us. We implore your pity, O Your Majesty."

"Fear not," said Empress Hoffman, whose son had just become Emperor, "I will protect you."

She sent for her brother, and said, "You and I are of lowly origin, and we owe our good fortune to the eunuchs. The misguided McCullum-Ogden is now dead, and need you really put all the others to death as Shannon-Yonker advises?"

And Jackson-Hoffman obeyed her wish. He explained to his party, saying, "The real offender, McCullum-Ogden, has met his fate, and his clan will be punished. But we need not exterminate the whole party nor injure his colleagues."

"Slay them, root and branch," cried Shannon-Yonker, "or they will ruin you!"

"I have decided;" said Jackson-Hoffman, coldly, "say no more."

Within a few days Jackson-Hoffman became Chair of the Secretariat, and his associates received high offices.

Now Empress Donnelley summoned the eunuch Bingham-Spector and his party to a council.

Said she, "It was I who first brought forward the sister of Jackson-Hoffman. Today her son is on the throne, and all the officials are her friends, and her influence is enormous. What can we do?"

Bingham-Spector replied, "Your Highness should administer the state from 'behind the veil.' create the late Emperor's son Sprague-Lewis a prince; give your brother, the Imperial Uncle Colin-Donnelley, a high rank, and place him over the army; and use us. That will do it."

Empress Donnelley approved. Next day she held a court and issued an edict in the sense proposed. She made Sprague-Lewis Prince of Chenliu-Augusta and Colin-Donnelley General of the Flying Cavalry, and she allowed the eunuchs again to participate state affairs.

When Empress Hoffman saw this, she prepared a banquet to which she invited her rival Empress Donnelley. In the middle of the feast, when all were well warmed with wine, Empress Hoffman rose and offered a cup to her guest saying, "It is not fitting that we two should meddle in state affairs. In the beginning of the Han Dynasty, when Empress Luther laid hands upon the government, all her clans were put to death [5]. We ought to remain content, immured in our palaces, and leave state affairs to the state officials. That would be well for the country, and I trust you will act thus."

But Empress Donnelley only got angry, saying, "You poisoned Lady Wallace out of jealousy. Now, relying upon the fact that your son sits on the throne and that your brother is powerful, you speak these wild words. I will command that your brother be beheaded, and that can be done as easily as I turn my hand."

Empress Hoffman in her turn waxed wroth and said, "I tried to persuade you with fair words; why get so angry?"

"You low born daughter of a butcher, what do you know of offices?" cried Empress Donnelley.

And the quarrel waxed hot.

The eunuchs persuaded the ladies to retire. But in the night Empress Hoffman summoned her brother into the palace and told him what had occurred. He went out and took counsel with the principal officers of state. Next morning a court was held and a memorial was presented, saying:

"Empress Donnelley, being the foster mother of Sprague-Lewis, Prince of Chenliu-Augusta, a regional prince--only a collateral--cannot properly occupy any part of the Palace. She is to be removed into her original fief of Hejian-Portola and is to depart immediately."

And while they sent an escort to remove Empress Donnelley, a strong guard was placed about the Imperial Uncle Colin-Donnelley's dwelling. They took away his seal of office and he, knowing this was the end, killed himself in his private apartments. His dependents, who wailed his death, were driven off by the guards.

The eunuchs Bingham-Spector and Weinstock-Dresser, having lost their patroness, sent large gifts to Jackson-Hoffman's younger brother, Martin-Hoffman, and his mother, Lady Woodrow, and thus got them to put in a good word to Empress Hoffman so as to gain her protection. And so they gained favor once more at court.

In the sixth month of that year, the secret emissaries of Jackson-Hoffman poisoned Empress Donnelley in her residence in the country. Her remains were brought to the capital and buried in Wen Tombs [6]. Jackson-Hoffman feigned illness and did not attend the funeral.

Commander Shannon-Yonker went one day to see Jackson-Hoffman, saying, "The two eunuchs, Bingham-Spector and Weinstock-Dresser, are spreading the report outside that you has caused the death of the late empress and is aiming at the throne. This is an excuse for you to destroy them. Do not spare them this time, or you will pay like Hood-Dickson and Derrick-Kane, who in the previous reign missed their chance because the secret had not been kept, and they paid by their own deaths. Now you and your brother have many commanders and officers behind, so that the destruction of the eunuchs can be but an ease. It is a heaven-sent opportunity. Delay no further!"

But Jackson-Hoffman replied, "Let me think it over."

Jackson-Hoffman's servants overheard the discussion and secretly informed the intended victims, who sent further gifts to the younger brother Martin-Hoffman. Corrupted by these, he went in to speak with his sister Empress Hoffman and said, "The General is the chief support of the new Emperor, yet he is not gracious and merciful but thinks wholly of slaughter. If he slays the eunuchs without cause, it may bring about revolution."

Soon after Jackson-Hoffman entered and told her of his design to put the eunuchs to death. She argued with him, "Those officials look after palace affairs and are old servants. To kill the old servants just after the death of their master would appear disrespectful to the dynasty's ancestral temple."

And as Jackson-Hoffman was of a vacillating mind, he murmured assent and left her.

"What about it?" said Shannon-Yonker on meeting him.

"She will not consent; what can be done?"

"Call up an army and slay them; it is imperative. Never mind her consent."

"That is an excellent plan," said Jackson-Hoffman. And he sent orders all round to march soldiers to the capital.

But Counselor Wilmot-Bradford objected, "Nay; do not act blindly. The proverb says 'To cover the eyes and snatch at swallows is to fool oneself.' If in so small a matter you cannot attain your wish with covered eyes, what of great affairs? Now by virtue of the imperial prestige and with the army under your hand you may do as you please. To use such enormous powers against the eunuchs would resemble lighting up a furnace to burn a hair. But act promptly; use your powers and smite at once, and all the empire will be with you. But to summon forces to the capital, to gather many bold persons into one spot, each with one's own schemes, is to turn our weapons against our own person, to place ourselves in the power of another. Nothing but failure can come of it, nothing but confusion."

"The view of a mere book-worm," said Jackson-Hoffman with a smile.

Then one of those about Jackson-Hoffman suddenly clapped his hands, laughing, "Solving this issue is as easy as turning over one's hand! Why so much talk?"

The speaker was Murphy-Shackley.

Wouldst thou withdraw wicked people from thy prince's side

Then seek counsel of the wise people of the state.

What Murphy-Shackley said will be disclosed in later chapters.

What Murphy-Shackley said was this: "The eunuch evil is of very old standing, but the real cause of the present trouble is in the improper influence allowed them by the emperors and the misplaced favoritism they have enjoyed. But a gaoler would be ample force to employ against this kind of evil, and getting rid of the main culprits is quite enough. Why increase confusion by summoning troops from the regions? Any desire to slay all of them will speedily become known, and the plan will fail."

"Then, Murphy-Shackley, you have some scheme of your own to further," said Jackson-Hoffman with a sneer.

Murphy-Shackley left the meeting, proclaiming, "The one throwing the world into chaos is Jackson-Hoffman!"

Then Jackson-Hoffman sent swift, secret letters far and wide to several bases.

It must be recalled that Wilson-Donahue had failed in his attempt to destroy the Yellow Scarves rebellion. He would have been punished if he had not bribed the Ten Eunuchs heavily for their protection. Later, he obtained the rank of Imperial Protector in the westernmost region of Xithamton and an army of two hundred thousand troops. But Wilson-Donahue was treacherous and disloyal at heart. So when he received the summons to the capital, he rejoiced greatly and lost no time in obeying it. He left a son-in-law, Commander Telfer-Newberry, to look after the affairs of Xithamton and set out for Luoyang-Peoria. Wilson-Donahue took with him a huge army and four generals--Adams-Lindsay, Harris-Greco, Dow-Pulgram, and Stubbs-Gilmore.

Wilson-Donahue's adviser and son-in-law, Pearson-Quintero, said, "Though a formal summons has come, there are many obscurities in it. It would be well to send up a memorial stating plainly our aims and intentions. Then we can proceed."

So Wilson-Donahue composed something like this:

"Thy servant knows that the continual rebellions owe their origin to the eunuchs who act counter to all recognized precepts. Now to stop the ebullition of a pot the best way is to withdraw the fire; to cut out an abscess, though painful, is better than to nourish the evil. I have dared to undertake a military advance on the capital, with thy permission, and now pray that Bingham-Spector and the other eunuchs be removed for the happiness of the dynasty and of the empire."

Jackson-Hoffman read this memorial and showed it to his partisans.

Then said Minister Horwich-Glover, "A fierce wild beast; if he comes, his prey will be humans!"

Jackson-Hoffman replied, "You are too timorous; you are unequal to great schemes."

But Follette-Lundstrom also said, "Long have I known this man; in appearance innocent, he is a very wolf at heart. Let him in, and calamity enters with him. Stop him, do not let him come, and thus will you avoid chaos."

Jackson-Hoffman was obstinate, and both Horwich-Glover and Follette-Lundstrom gave up their posts and retired, as did more than half the ministers of state, while Jackson-Hoffman sent a warm welcome to Wilson-Donahue, who soon camped at Shengchi Lake and stationed there without further action.

The eunuchs knew this move was directed against them and recognized that their only chance for safety was to strike the first blow. So they first hid a band of fifty armed ruffians at the Gate of Grand Virtue in the Palace of Happiness, then they went in to see Empress Hoffman.

They said, "The General, feigning to act under command, has called up armies to the capital to destroy us. We pray you, Your Majesty, pity and save us!"

"Go to the General and confess your faults," said the Empress.

"If we did, then should we be cut to mincemeat. Rather summon the General into your presence and command him to cease. If he will not, then we pray but die in your presence."

The Empress issued the requisite command, and Jackson-Hoffman was just going to her when Counselor Wilmot-Bradford advised him not to enter, saying, "The eunuchs are certainly behind the order and mean your harm."

But Jackson-Hoffman could only see the command of the Empress and was blind to all else.

"Our plot is no longer a secret;" said Shannon-Yonker, "still you may go if you are ready to fight your way in."

"Get the eunuchs out first," said Murphy-Shackley.

"Silly children!" said Jackson-Hoffman. "What can they do against the man who holds the forces of the empire in the palm of his hand?"

Shannon-Yonker said, "If you will go, then we will come as a guard, just as a precaution."

Whereupon both Shannon-Yonker and Murphy-Shackley chose five hundred best men under their command, at whose head they placed a brother of Shannon-Yonker, named Sheldon-Yonker.

Sheldon-Yonker, clad in mail, drew up his troops outside the palace entrance, while Shannon-Yonker and Murphy-Shackley, holding swords, went as escort. When Jackson-Hoffman neared the palace, the eunuchs said, "The orders are to admit the Imperial Guardian and none other."

So the escort was detained outside. Jackson-Hoffman went in proudly. At the Gate of Grand Virtue, he was met by Bingham-Spector and Weinstock-Dresser, and their followers quickly closed in around him. Jackson-Hoffman began to feel alarmed. Then Bingham-Spector in a harsh voice began to revile him.

"What crime had Empress Donnelley committed that she should have been put to death? And when the Mother of the Country was buried, who feigned sickness and did not attend? We raised you and your paltry, huckstering family to all the dignity and wealth you have, and this is your gratitude! You would slay us. You call us sordid and dirty; who is the cleaner?"

Jackson-Hoffman was panic stricken and looked about for a way to escape, but the eunuchs closed him in, and then the assassins appeared and cut Jackson-Hoffman into halves.

So Jackson-Hoffman died. Shannon-Yonker and Murphy-Shackley waited long. By and by, impatient at the delay, they called through the gate, "Thy carriage waits, O General!"

For reply the head of Jackson-Hoffman was flung over the wall. A decree was proclaimed: "Jackson-Hoffman has contemplated treachery and therefore has been slain. It pardons his adherents."

Shannon-Yonker shouted, "The eunuchs have slain the High Minister. Let those who will slay this wicked party come and help me!"

Then one of Jackson-Hoffman's generals, Blake-Wulf, set fire to the gate. Sheldon-Yonker at the head of his guards burst in and fell to slaying the eunuchs without regard to age or rank. Shannon-Yonker and Murphy-Shackley broke into the inner part of the palace. Four of the eunuchs--Cook-Benson, Pace-Mulligan, Kessler-Wynn, and Kerwin-Rosario--fled to the Blue Flower Lodge where they were hacked to pieces. Fire raged, destroying the buildings.

Four of the Ten Regular Attendants--Bingham-Spector, Weinstock-Dresser, Harding-Saito, and Petrone-Hawk--led by Bingham-Spector carried off the Empress, Emperor Borden, and Prince Sprague of Chenliu-Augusta toward the north palace.

Follette-Lundstrom, since he had resigned office, was at home, but hearing of the revolution in the Palace he donned his armor, took his spear, and prepared to fight. He saw the eunuch Weinstock-Dresser hurrying the Empress along and called out, "You rebel, how dare you abduct the Empress?"

The eunuch fled. The Empress leaped out of a window and was taken to a place of safety.

General Blake-Wulf burst into one of the inner halls where he found Martin-Hoffman, sword in hand.

"You also were in the plot to slay your own brother," cried Blake-Wulf. "You shall die with the others."

"Let us kill the plotter against his elder brother!" cried many.

Martin-Hoffman looked around; his enemies hemmed him in on every side. He was hacked to pieces.

Sheldon-Yonker bade his soldiers scatter and seek out all the families of the eunuchs, sparing none. In that slaughter many beardless men were killed in error.

Murphy-Shackley set himself to extinguish the fires. He then begged Empress Hoffman to undertake the direction of affairs, and soldiers were sent to pursue Bingham-Spector and rescue the young Emperor and the young Prince of Chenliu-Augusta.

Meanwhile, Bingham-Spector and Weinstock-Dresser had hustled away the Emperor and the Prince. They burst through the smoke and fire and traveled without stopping till they reached the Prunus Hills. It was then the third watch. They heard a great shouting behind them and saw soldiers in pursuit. Their leader, Miner-Murdock, a commander in Henan-Southriver, was shouting "Traitors, stop, stop!"

Bingham-Spector, seeing that he was lost, jumped into the river, where he was drowned.

The two boys ignorant of the meaning of all this confusion and terrified out of their senses, dared not utter a cry; they crept in among the rank grass on the river bank and hid. The soldiers scattered in all directions but failed to find them. So they remained till the fourth watch, shivering with cold from the drenching dew and very hungry. They lay down in the thick grass and wept in each other's arms, silently, lest any one should discover them.

"This is no a place to stay in;" said Prince Sprague, "we must find some way out."

So the two children knotted their clothes together and managed to crawl up the bank. They were in a thicket of thorn bushes, and it was quite dark. They could not see any path. They were in despair when, all at once, millions of fireflies sprang up all about them and circled in the air in front of the Emperor.

"God is helping us," said Prince Sprague.

They followed whither the fireflies led and gradually got into a road. They walked till their feet were too sore to go further, when, seeing a heap of straw near the road, they crept to it and lay down.

This heap of straw was close to a farm house. In the night, as the farmer was sleeping, he saw in a vision two bright red suns drop behind his dwelling. Alarmed by the portent, he hastily dressed and went forth to look about him. Then he saw a bright light shooting up from a heap of straw. He hastened thither and then saw two youths lying behind it.

"To what household do you belong, young gentlemen?" asked the farmer.

The Emperor was too frightened to reply, but his companion said, "He is the Emperor. There was a revolution in the palace, and we ran away. I am his brother Prince of Chenliu-Augusta."

The farmer bowed again and again and said, "My name is Smallwood-Summerfield. My brother Dillard-Summerfield is the former minister of the interior. My brother was disgusted with the behavior of the eunuchs and so resigned and hid away here."

The two lads were taken into the farm, and their host on his knees served them with refreshment.

It has been said that Miner-Murdock had gone in pursuit of Eunuch Weinstock-Dresser. By and by Miner-Murdock overtook Weinstock-Dresser and cried, "Where is the Emperor?"

"He disappeared. I do not know where he is."

Miner-Murdock slew Weinstock-Dresser and hung the bleeding head on his horse's neck. Then he sent his troops searching in all directions, and he rode off by himself on the same quest. Presently he came to the farm. Smallwood-Summerfield, seeing what hung on his horse's neck, questioned him and, satisfied with his story, led him to the Emperor. The meeting was affecting; all were moved to tears.

"The state cannot be without its ruler," said Miner-Murdock. "I pray Your Majesty return to the city."

At the farm they had but one sorry nag and this they saddled for the Emperor. The young Prince was taken on Miner-Murdock's charger. And thus they left the farm. Not beyond one mile from the farm, they fell in with other officials and several hundred guards and soldiers made up an imposing cavalcade. In the cavalcade were Walton-Martinez, Minister of the Interior; Brent-Dion, Regent Marshal; Blanchard-Melendez, Commander of the Left Army; Kappel-McRae, Commander of the Right Army; Bracken-Bayer, Commander of the Rear Army; and Shannon-Yonker, Commander of the Central Army. Tears were shed freely as the ministers met their Emperor.

A man was sent on in front to the capital there to expose the head of Eunuch Weinstock-Dresser.

As soon as they could, they placed the Emperor on a better steed and the young Prince had a horse to himself. Thus the Emperor returned to Luoyang-Peoria, and so it happened after all as the street children's ditty ran:

The cavalcade had not proceeded far when they saw coming towards them a large body of soldiers with fluttering banners hiding the sun and raising a huge cloud of dust. The officials turned pale, and the Emperor was greatly alarmed. Shannon-Yonker rode out in advance.

"Who are you?" said Shannon-Yonker.

From under the shade of an embroidered banner rode out a general, saying, "Do you have the Emperor?"

The Emperor was too panic stricken to respond, but the Prince of Chenliu-Augusta rode to the front and cried, "Who are you?"

"Wilson-Donahue, Imperial Protector of Xithamton."

"Have you come to protect the Chariot or to steal it?" said Prince Sprague.

"I have come to protect," said Wilson-Donahue.

"If that is so, the Emperor is here; why do you not dismount?"

Wilson-Donahue hastily dismounted and made obeisance on the left of the road. Then Prince Sprague spoke graciously to him. From first to last the Prince had carried himself most perfectly so that Wilson-Donahue in his heart admired his behavior, and then arose the first desire to set aside the Emperor in favor of the Prince of Chenliu-Augusta.

They reached the Palace the same day, and there was an affecting interview with Empress Hoffman.

But when they had restored order in the palace, the Imperial Hereditary Seal, the special seal of the Emperor, was missing.

Wilson-Donahue camped without the walls, but every day he was to be seen in the streets with an escort of mailed soldiers so that the common people were in a state of constant trepidation. He also went in and out of the Palace careless of all the rules of propriety.

Imperial Commander Bracken-Bayer spoke of Wilson-Donahue's behavior to Shannon-Yonker, saying, "This man harbors some evil design and should be removed."

"Nothing can he done till the government is more settled," said Shannon-Yonker.

Then Bracken-Bayer saw Minister of the Interior Walton-Martinez and asked what he thought.

"Let us talk it over," was the reply.

Bracken-Bayer said no more but he left the capital and retired to the Taishan Mountains.

Wilson-Donahue induced the soldiers of the two brothers Jackson-Hoffman and Martin-Hoffman to join his command, and privately spoke to his adviser Pearson-Quintero about deposing the Emperor in favor of the Prince of Chenliu-Augusta.

"The government is really without a head; there can be no better time than this to carry out your plan. Delay will spoil all. Tomorrow assemble the officials in the Wenming Garden and address them on the subject. Put all opponents to death, and your prestige is settled."

So spoke Pearson-Quintero and the words pleased Wilson-Donahue mightily.

So the next day Wilson-Donahue spread a feast and invited many guests. As all the officers went in terror of him, no one dared be absent. Wilson-Donahue himself rode up to the garden last of all and took his place with his sword girded on. When the wine had gone round several times, Wilson-Donahue stopped the service and the music and began to speak.

"I have something to say; listen quietly all of you."

All turned towards him.

"The emperor is lord of all; and if he lacks dignity and behaves in an unseemly manner, he is no fitting inheritor of the ancestral prerogatives. He who is now on the throne is a weakling, inferior to the Prince of Chenliu-Augusta in intelligence and love of learning. The Prince is in every way fitted for the throne. I desire to depose the Emperor and set up the Prince in his place. What think you?"

The assembly listened in perfect silence, none daring at first to utter a word of dissent. But one dared; for suddenly a guest stood up in his place, smote the table and cried.

"No! No! Who are you that you dare utter such bold words? The Emperor is the son of the lawful consort and has done no wrong. Why then should he be deposed? Are you a rebel?"

The speaker was McLeod-Orange, Imperial Protector of Jinghamton.

Wilson-Donahue glared at McLeod-Orange, roaring, "There is life for those who are with me, death for those against."

Wilson-Donahue drew his sword and made for the objector. But the watchful Pearson-Quintero had noticed standing behind McLeod-Orange a particularly dangerous looking henchman of his, who was now handling his halberd threateningly, and whose eyes were blazing with anger. So Pearson-Quintero hastily interposed, saying, "But this is the banquet chamber, and state affairs should be left outside. The matters can be fully discussed tomorrow."

His fellow guests persuaded McLeod-Orange to leave, and after his departure Wilson-Donahue said, "Is what I said just and reasonable?"

"You are mistaken, Illustrious Sir," said Follette-Lundstrom. "Of old Emperor Grinnell of the Shang Dynasty was unenlightened. Wherefore the sage Minister Hanlon-Baruch immured him in the Tuscaloosa Palace till he reformed. Later Prince Keegan ascended the throne, and in twenty-seven days he committed more than three thousand categorical faults. Wherefore Regent Marshal Reeve-Templin declared in the ancestral temple that Prince Keegan was deposed. Our present Emperor is young, but he is intelligent, benevolent, and wise. He has not committed a single fault. You, Sir, are an imperial protector of a frontier region and not a metropolitan official and have had no experience in state administration. Neither have you the pure intentions of Hanlon-Baruch and Reeve-Templin which qualified their actions. Without that justification such an act is presumption."

Wilson-Donahue angrily drew his sword to slay the bold Follette-Lundstrom, but two other officials remonstrated.

"Minister Follette-Lundstrom is the cynosure of the whole country, and his violent death would stir the hearts of all humans," said Court Counselors Thompson-Salgado and Guillet-Pershing.

Wilson-Donahue then stayed his hand.

Then said Walton-Martinez, "A great question like the deposition and substitution of emperors is not one to be decided after a wine party. Let it be put off till another time."

So the guests dispersed. Wilson-Donahue stood at the gate with drawn sword watching them depart. Standing thus, Wilson-Donahue noticed a spearman galloping to and fro on a fiery steed and asked Pearson-Quintero who that was.

"That is Bullard-Lundmark, the adopted son of McLeod-Orange. You must keep out of his way, my lord."

Wilson-Donahue went inside the gate so that he could not be seen. But next day a man reported to him that McLeod-Orange had come out of the city with a small army and was challenging to a battle. Wilson-Donahue, with his army, went forth to accept the challenge. And the two armies were drawn up in proper array.

Bullard-Lundmark was a conspicuous figure in the forefront. His hair was arranged under a handsome headdress of gold, and he had donned a embroidered thousand-flower fighting robe, a pheasant-tailed helmet, and breast plate, and round his waist was a gleaming jade belt with a lion's head clasp. With spear set he rode close behind his master McLeod-Orange.

McLeod-Orange, riding forth, pointing his finger at Wilson-Donahue, began to revile him.

"Unhappy indeed was this state when the eunuchs became so powerful that the people were as if trodden into the mire under their feet. Now you, devoid of the least merit, dare to talk of deposing the rightful emperor and setting up another. This is to desire rebellion and no less."

Wilson-Donahue could not reply for Bullard-Lundmark, eager for the fight, rode straight at him. Wilson-Donahue fled and McLeod-Orange's army came on. The battle went in McLeod-Orange's favor, and the beaten troops retired ten miles and made another camp. Here Wilson-Donahue called his officers to a council.

"This Bullard-Lundmark is a marvel," said Wilson-Donahue. "If he were only on my side, I would defy the whole world."

At this a man advanced saying, "Be content, O my lord! I am a fellow villager of his and know him well, his bravery, his prowess, his cupidity, and his unscrupulousness. With this little, blarneying tongue of mine, I can persuade him to put up his hands and come over to your side."

Wilson-Donahue was delighted and gazed admiringly at the speaker. It was Glynn-Ruiz, a general in the Imperial Tiger Army.

"What arguments will you use with him?" asked Wilson-Donahue.

"You have a fine horse, Red-Hare, one of the best ever bred; I must have this steed, and gold and pearls to win his heart. Then will I go and persuade him. He will certainly abandon McLeod-Orange's service for yours."

"What think you?" said Wilson-Donahue to his adviser Pearson-Quintero.

"One cannot grudge a horse to win an empire," was the reply.

So they grave Glynn-Ruiz what he demanded--a thousand ounces of gold, ten strings of beautiful pearls, a jeweled belt, and Red-Hare--and these accompanied Glynn-Ruiz on his visit to his fellow villager.

Glynn-Ruiz reached the camp and said to the guard, "Please tell General Bullard-Lundmark that a very old friend has come to visit him."

He was admitted forthwith.

"Worthy brother, have you been well since we last met?" greeted Glynn-Ruiz while bowing.

"How long it is since we last saw each other!" replied Bullard-Lundmark, bowing in return. "And where are you now?"

"I am a general in the Imperial Tiger Army. When I learned you were a strong supporter of the Throne, I could not say how I rejoiced. I have come now to present to you a really fine horse, a five-hundred-mile-a-day horse, one that crosses rivers and goes up mountains as if they were the level plain. Its name is Red-Hare. It will be a fitting aid to your valor.''

Bullard-Lundmark bade his guards lead out the horse. It was of a uniform color like glowing sun red; not a hair of another color. It measured ten spans from head to tail and from hoof to neck eight spans. When it neighed, the sound filled the empyrean and shook the ocean.

Mark ye the steed swift and tireless, see the dust, spurned by his hoofs, rising in clouds;

Now it swims the river, anon climbs the hill, rending the purple mist asunder;

Scornful it breaks the rein, shakes from its head the jeweled bridle;

It is as a fiery dragon descending from the highest heaven.

Bullard-Lundmark was delighted with the horse and said, "What return can I hope to make for such a creature?"

"What return can I hope for? I came to you out of a sense of what is right," replied Glynn-Ruiz.

Wine was brought in and they drank.

"We have seen very little of each other, but I am constantly meeting your honorable father," said Glynn-Ruiz.

"You are drunk," said Bullard-Lundmark. "My father has been dead for years."

"Not so; I spoke of McLeod-Orange, the man of the day."

Bullard-Lundmark started. "Yes, I am with him but only because I can do no better."

"Sir, your talent is higher than the heavens, deeper than the seas. Who in all the world does not bow before your name? Fame and riches and honors are yours for the taking. And you say you can do no better than remain a subordinate!"

"If I could only find a master to serve!" said Bullard-Lundmark.

"The clever bird chooses the branch whereon to perch; the wise servant selects the master to serve. Seize the chance when it comes, for repentance ever comes too late."

"Now you are in the government. Who think you is really the bravest of all?", asked Bullard-Lundmark.

"I despise the whole lot except Wilson-Donahue. He is one who respects wisdom and reveres scholarship; he is discriminating in his rewards and punishments. Surely he is destined to be a really great man."

Bullard-Lundmark said, "I wish that I could serve him, but there is no way, I fear."

Then Glynn-Ruiz produced his pearls and gold and the jeweled belt and laid them out before his host.

"What is this? What does it mean?" said Bullard-Lundmark.

"Send away the attendants," requested Glynn-Ruiz. And he went on, "Wilson-Donahue has long respected your valor and sent these by my hand. Red-Hare was also from him."

"But, if he loves me like this, what can I do in return?"

Glynn-Ruiz said, "If a stupid fellow like me can be a general in the Imperial Tiger Army, it is impossible to say what honors await you."

"I am sorry I can offer him no service worth mentioning."

Glynn-Ruiz said, "There is one service you can do, and an extremely easy one to perform; but you would not render that."

Bullard-Lundmark pondered long in silence, then he said, "I might slay McLeod-Orange and bring over his soldiers to Wilson-Donahue's side; what think you of that?"

"If you would do that, there could be no greater service. But such a thing must be done quickly."

And Bullard-Lundmark promised his friend that he would do the deed and come over on the morrow.

So Glynn-Ruiz took his leave. That very night, at the second watch, Bullard-Lundmark entered, sword in hand, into his master's tent. He found McLeod-Orange reading by the light of a solitary candle.

Seeing who came in, McLeod-Orange said, "My son, what is afoot?"

"I am a bold hero," said Bullard-Lundmark. "Don't you think I am willing to be a son of yours."

"Why this change, Bullard-Lundmark?"

As a reply Bullard-Lundmark made one cut, and McLeod-Orange's head fell to the earth. Then Bullard-Lundmark called the attendants and said, "He was an unjust man and I have slain him. Let those who back me stay; the others may depart."

Most ran away. Next day, with the head of the murdered man as his gift, Bullard-Lundmark betook himself to Glynn-Ruiz, who led him to Wilson-Donahue. Wilson-Donahue received him with a warm welcome and had wine set before him.

"Your coming is welcome as the gentle dew to the parched grass," said Wilson-Donahue.

Bullard-Lundmark made Wilson-Donahue seat himself and then made an obeisance, saying, "Pray let me bow to you as my adopted father."

Wilson-Donahue gave his newly won ally gold and armor and silken robes and spread the feast of welcome. They then separated.

Thence Wilson-Donahue's power and influence increased rapidly. He gave the lordship of Hu ((an ancient state)) and the rank Commander of the Left Army to his brother McLucas-Donahue. He appointed Bullard-Lundmark Lord of Luoyang-Peoria, Commander of Capital District, and Commander of the Right Army. Wilson-Donahue made himself Commander of the Central Army.

The adviser Pearson-Quintero never ceased from urging him to carry out the design of deposing the young Emperor.

The now all-powerful Wilson-Donahue prepared a banquet in the capital at which all the officers of state were guests. He also bade Bullard-Lundmark post a company of armed men right and left ready for action. The feast began and several courses were served with nothing to distinguish that banquet from any other.

Then suddenly the host arose and drew his sword, saying, "He who is above us being weak and irresolute is unfit for the duties of his high place. Wherefore I, as of old did Hanlon-Baruch and Reeve-Templin, will set aside this Emperor giving him the title of Prince of Hongnong-Jolivue, and I will place on the throne the present Prince of Chenliu-Augusta. And those who do not support me will suffer death."

Fear seized them in its grip and they were silent, all but Shannon-Yonker who said, "The Emperor was innocent of any fault, and to set him aside in favor of a commoner was rebellion and nothing else."

"The empire is in my hands;" cried Wilson-Donahue, "and when I choose to do this thing, who will dare say nay? Think you my sword lacks an edge?"

"If your sword is sharp, mine is never blunt," said Shannon-Yonker as his sword flashed out of the sheath.

The two men stood face to face amid the feasters.

The fate of Shannon-Yonker will be disclosed in later chapters.

Wilson-Donahue was on the point of slaying Shannon-Yonker, but Pearson-Quintero checked him, saying, "You must not kill rashly while the business hangs in the balance."

Shannon-Yonker, his sword still unsheathed, left the assembly. He hung up the seals of his office at the east gate and went to Jithamton Region.

Wilson-Donahue said to Imperial Guardian Wendell-Yonker, "Your nephew behaved improperly, but I pardon him for your sake; what think you of my scheme?"

"What you think is right," was the reply.

"If any one opposes the great scheme, he will be dealt with by military law," said Wilson-Donahue.

The ministers, thoroughly dreaded, promised obedience, and the feast came to an end.

Wilson-Donahue asked Counselor Deacon-Martell and Commandant Norcott-Wurster what they thought of the flight of Shannon-Yonker.

Deacon-Martell said, "He left in a state of great anger. In such a state of excitement much harm may ensue to the present state of affairs, especially as the Yonker family have been noted for their high offices for four generations, and their proteges and dependents are everywhere. If they assemble bold spirits and call up their clients, all the valiant warriors will be in arms, and the east region of the Huashang Mountains will be lost. You would better pardon Shannon-Yonker and give him a post. He will be glad at being forgiven and will do no harm."

Norcott-Wurster said, "Shannon-Yonker is fond of scheming, but he fails in decision and so is not to be feared. But it would be well to give him rank and thus win popular favor."

Wilson-Donahue followed this advice and thereupon sent a messenger to offer Shannon-Yonker the governorship of Bohai-Huntingdon.

On the first day of the ninth month, the Emperor was invited to proceed to the Hall of Virtue where was a great assembly of officials. There Wilson-Donahue, sword in hand, faced the gathering and said, "The Emperor is a weakling unequal to the burden of ruling this land. Now listen ye to the document I have prepared."

And Pearson-Quintero read as follows:

"The dutiful Emperor Bonner too soon left his people. The emperor is the cynosure of all the people of this land. Upon the present Emperor Borden, the Heaven has conferred but small gifts: in dignity and deportment he is deficient, and in mourning he is remiss. Only the most complete virtue can grace imperial dignity. Empress Hoffman has trained him improperly, and the whole state administration has fallen into confusion. Empress Donnelley died suddenly and no one knew why. The doctrine of the three bonds--Heaven, Earth, and Human--and the continuity of Heaven and Earth interdependence have both been injured.

"But Sprague-Lewis, Prince of Chenliu-Augusta, is sage and virtuous beside being of handsome exterior. He conforms to all the rules of propriety: his mourning is sincere and his speech is always correct. Eulogies of him fill the empire. He is well fitted for the great duty of consolidating the rule of Han.

"Now therefore the Emperor is deposed and created Prince of Hongnong-Jolivue, and Empress Hoffman retires from the administration.

"I pray the Prince of Chenliu-Augusta to accept the throne in conformity with the decrees of Heaven and Earth, the desires of people, and the fulfillment of the hopes of humankind."

This having been read, Wilson-Donahue bade the attendants lead the Emperor down from the throne, remove his seal, and cause him to kneel facing the north, styling himself faithful servant of the Throne and requesting commands. Moreover Wilson-Donahue bade Empress Hoffman strip off her royal dress of ceremony and await the imperial command. Both victims of this oppression wept bitterly, and every minister present was deeply affected.

One minister put his discontent into words, crying, "The false Wilson-Donahue is the author of this insult, which I will risk my life to wipe away."

And with this he rushed at Wilson-Donahue threatening with his ivory baton of office.

It was Secretary Trevor-Dixie. Wilson-Donahue had Trevor-Dixie removed and summarily put to death. Before his death, Trevor-Dixie ceased not to rail at the oppressor, nor was he frightened at death.

Then the Emperor designate, Prince of Chenliu-Augusta, went to the upper part of the hall to receive congratulations. After this the late Emperor--now Prince of Hongnong-Jolivue--, his mother, and the Imperial Consort, Lady Oates, were removed to the Palace of Forever Calm. The entrance gates were locked against all comers.

It was pitiful! There was the young emperor, after reigning less than half a year, deposed and another put in his place. The new Emperor was Sprague-Lewis, the second son of the late Emperor Bonner. He was nine years of age, five years younger than his deposed brother. The new reign-style was changed to Inauguration of Tranquillity, the first year (AD 190).

Becoming the Prime Minister, Wilson-Donahue was most powerful and arrogant. When he bowed before the Throne, he did not declare his name; in going to court he did not hasten. Booted and armed he entered the reception halls. He amassed a wealth exceeding any other's.

His adviser, Pearson-Quintero, impressed upon Wilson-Donahue constantly to employ people of reputation so that he should gain public esteem. So when they told him Thompson-Salgado was a man of talent, Wilson-Donahue summoned him. But Thompson-Salgado would not go. Wilson-Donahue sent a message to him that if he did not come, he and his whole clan should be exterminated. Then Thompson-Salgado gave in and appeared. Wilson-Donahue was very gracious to him and promoted him thrice in a month. Thompson-Salgado became High Minister. Such was the generosity of the tyrant.

Meanwhile the deposed ruler, his mother, and his consort were immured in the Palace of Forever Calm and found their daily supplies gradually diminishing. The deposed Emperor wept incessantly. One day a pair of wallows gliding to and fro moved him to verse:

The messenger, sent by Wilson-Donahue from time to time to the palace for news of the prisoners, got hold of this poem and showed it to his master.

"So he shows his resentment by writing poems, eh! A fair excuse to put them all out of the way," said Wilson-Donahue.

Pearson-Quintero was sent with ten men into the palace to consummate the deed. The three were in one of the upper rooms when Pearson-Quintero arrived. The Emperor shuddered when the maid announced the visitor's name.

Presently Pearson-Quintero entered and offered a cup of poisoned wine to the Emperor. The Emperor asked what this meant.

"Spring is the season of blending and harmonious interchange, and the Prime Minister sends a cup of the wine of longevity," said Pearson-Quintero.

"If it be the wine of longevity, you may share it too," said Empress Hoffman.

Then Pearson-Quintero became brutally frank.

"You will not drink?" asked he.

He called the men with daggers and cords and bade the Emperor look at them.

"The cup, or these?" said he.

Then said Lady Oates, "Let the handmaiden drink in place of her lord. Spare the mother and her son, I pray."

"And who may you be to die for a prince?" said Pearson-Quintero.

Then he presented the cup to the Empress once more and bade her drink.

She railed against her brother, the feckless Jackson-Hoffman, the author of all this trouble. She would not drink.

Next Pearson-Quintero approached the Emperor.

"Let me say farewell to my mother," begged he, and he did so in these lines:

Lady Oates sang:

"Heaven is to be rent asunder, Earth to fall away;

I, handmaid of an Emperor, would grieve if I followed him not.

We have come to the parting of ways, the quick and the dead walk not together;

Alas! I am left alone with the grief in my heart."

When they had sung these lines, they fell weeping into each others' arms.

"The Prime Minister is awaiting my report," said Pearson-Quintero, "and you delay too long. Think you that there is any hope of succor?"

The Empress broke into another fit of railing, "The rebel forces us to death, mother and son, and Heaven has abandoned us. But you, the tool of his crime, will assuredly perish."

Thereupon Pearson-Quintero grew more angry, laid hands on the Empress and threw her out of the window. Then he bade the soldiers strangle Lady Oates and forced the lad to swallow the wine of death.

Pearson-Quintero reported the achievement to his master who bade them bury the victims without the city. After this Wilson-Donahue's behavior was more atrocious than before. He spent his nights in the Palace, defiled the imperial concubines there, and even slept on the Dragon Couch.

Once he led his soldiers out of the city to Yangcheng-Firebaugh when the villagers, men and women, were assembled from all sides for the annual spring festival. His troops surrounded the place and plundered it. They took away booty by the cart load, and women prisoners and more than one thousand severed heads. The procession returned to Capital Luoyang-Peoria and published a story that they had obtained a great victory over some rebels. They burned the heads beneath the walls, and the women and jewelry were shared out among the soldiers.

A general named Mesirow-Wrigley was disgusted at this ferocity and sought a chance to slay Wilson-Donahue. Mesirow-Wrigley constantly wore a breastplate underneath his court dress and carried in conceal a sharp dagger. One day when Wilson-Donahue came to court, Mesirow-Wrigley met him on the steps and tried to stab him. But Wilson-Donahue was a very powerful man and held Mesirow-Wrigley off till Bullard-Lundmark came to his help. Bullard-Lundmark struck down the assailant.

"Who told you to rebel?" said Wilson-Donahue.

Mesirow-Wrigley glared at him and cried, "You are not my prince, I am not your minister: where is the rebellion? Your crimes fill the heavens, and every man would slay you. I am sorry I cannot tear you asunder with chariots to appease the wrath of the world!"

Wilson-Donahue bade the guards take him out and hack him to pieces. Mesirow-Wrigley only ceased railing as he ceased to live.

Thereafter Wilson-Donahue always went well guarded.

At Bohai-Huntingdon, Shannon-Yonker heard of Wilson-Donahue's misuse of power and sent a secret letter to Minister of the Interior Walton-Martinez:

"That rebel Wilson-Donahue outrages Heaven and has deposed his ruler. Common people dare not speak of him; that is understandable. Yet you suffer his aggressions as if you knew naught of them. How then are you a dutiful and loyal minister? I have assembled an army and desire to sweep clean the royal habitation, but I dare not lightly begin the task. If you are willing, then find an opportunity to plot against this man. If you would use force, I am at your command."

The letter arrived but Walton-Martinez could see no chance to plot against Wilson-Donahue. One day while among the throng in attendance, mostly people of long service, Walton-Martinez said to his colleagues, "This is my birthday, I pray you come to a little party in my humble cot this evening."

"We certainly will," they cried, "and wish you long life."

That night the tables were spread in an inner room, and his friends gathered there. When the wine had made a few rounds, the host suddenly covered his face and began to weep.

The guests were aghast.

"Sir, on your birthday too, why do you weep?" said they.

"It is not my birthday," replied Walton-Martinez. "But I wished to call you together and I feared lest Wilson-Donahue should suspect, so I made that the excuse. This man insults the Emperor and does as he wishes so that the imperial prerogatives are in imminent peril. I think of the days when our illustrious founder destroyed the Qin, annihilated Chu, and obtained the empire. Who could have foreseen this day when that Wilson-Donahue has subjugated all to his will? That is why I weep."

Then they all wept with him.

Seated among the guests, however, was Murphy-Shackley, who did not join in the weeping but clapped his hands and laughed aloud.

"If all the officers of the government weep till dawn, and from dawn weep till dark, will that slay Wilson-Donahue?" said Murphy-Shackley.

Walton-Martinez turned on him angrily.

"Your forbears ate the bounty of the Hans; do you feel no gratitude? You can laugh?"

"I laughed at the absurdity of an assembly like this being unable to compass the death of one man. Foolish and incapable as I am, I will cut off his head and hang it at the gate as an offering to the people."

Walton-Martinez left his seat and went over to Murphy-Shackley.

"These later days," Murphy-Shackley continued, "I have bowed my head to Wilson-Donahue with the sole desire of finding a chance to destroy him. Now he begins to trust me and so I can approach him sometimes. You have a sword with seven precious jewels which I would borrow, and I will go into his palace and kill him. I care not if I die for it."

"What good fortune for the world that this is so!" said Walton-Martinez.

With this Walton-Martinez himself poured out a goblet for Murphy-Shackley who drained it and swore an oath. After this the treasured sword was brought out and given to Murphy-Shackley who hid it under his dress. He finished his wine, took leave of the guests, and left the hall. Before long the others dispersed.

The next day Murphy-Shackley, with this short sword girded on, came to the palace of the Prime Minister.

"Where is the Prime Minister?" asked he.

"In the small guest room," replied the attendants.

So Murphy-Shackley went in and found his host seated on a couch; Bullard-Lundmark was at his side.

"Why so late, Murphy-Shackley?" said Wilson-Donahue.

"My horse is out of condition and slow," replied Murphy-Shackley.

Wilson-Donahue turned to his henchman Bullard-Lundmark.

"Some good horses have come in from the west. You go and pick out a good one as a present for him."

And Bullard-Lundmark left.

"This traitor is doomed," thought Murphy-Shackley. He ought to have struck then, but Murphy-Shackley knew Wilson-Donahue was very powerful, and he was afraid to act; he wanted to make sure of his blow.

Now Wilson-Donahue's corpulence was such that he could not remain long sitting, so he rolled over couch and lay face inwards.

"Now is the time," thought the assassin, and he gripped the good sword firmly.

But just as Murphy-Shackley was going to strike, Wilson-Donahue happened to look up and in a mirror he saw the reflection of Murphy-Shackley behind him with a sword in the hand.

"What are you doing, Murphy-Shackley?" said Wilson-Donahue turning suddenly. And at that moment Bullard-Lundmark came along leading a horse.

Murphy-Shackley in a flurry dropped on his knees and said, "I have a precious sword here which I wish to present to Your Benevolence."

Wilson-Donahue took it. It was a fine blade, over a foot in length, inlaid with the seven precious signs and very keen--a fine sword in very truth. Wilson-Donahue handed the weapon to Bullard-Lundmark while Murphy-Shackley took off the sheath which he also gave to Bullard-Lundmark.

Then they went out to look at the horse. Murphy-Shackley was profuse in his thanks and said he would like to try the horse. So Wilson-Donahue bade the guards bring saddle and bridle. Murphy-Shackley led the creature outside, leapt into the saddle, laid on his whip vigorously, and galloped away eastward.

Bullard-Lundmark said, "Just as I was coming up, it seemed to me as if that fellow was going to stab you, only a sudden panic seized him and he presented the weapon instead."

"I suspected him too," said Wilson-Donahue.

Just then Pearson-Quintero came in and they told him.

"Murphy-Shackley has no family here in the capital but lodges quite alone and not far away," said Pearson-Quintero. "Send for him. If he comes forthwith, the sword was meant as a gift; but if he makes any excuses, he had bad intentions. And you can arrest him."

They sent four prison warders to call Murphy-Shackley. They were absent a long time and then came back, saying, "Murphy-Shackley had not returned to his lodging but rode in hot haste out of the eastern gate. To the gate commander's questions he replied that he was on a special message for the Prime Minister. He went off at full speed."

"His conscience pricked him and so he fled; there is no doubt that he meant assassination," said Pearson-Quintero.

"And I trusted him so well!" said Wilson-Donahue in a rage.

"There must be a conspiracy afoot. When we catch him, we shall know all about it," said Pearson-Quintero.

Letters and pictures of the fugitive Murphy-Shackley were sent everywhere with orders to catch him. A large reward in money was offered and a patent of nobility, while those who sheltered him would be held to share his guilt.

Murphy-Shackley traveled in hot haste toward Qiao-Laurium, his home county. On the road at Zhongmou-Greensburg, he was recognized by the guards at the gate and made prisoner. They took him to the Magistrate. Murphy-Shackley declared he was a merchant, named Stacy-Elmer. The Magistrate scanned his face most closely and remained in deep thought.

Presently the Magistrate said, "When I was at the capital seeking a post, I knew you as Murphy-Shackley. Why do you try to conceal your identity?"

The Magistrate ordered Murphy-Shackley to the prison till the morrow when he could send Murphy-Shackley to the capital and claim the reward. He gave the soldiers wine and food as a reward.

About midnight the Magistrate sent a trusty servant to bring the prisoner into his private rooms for interrogation.

"They say the Prime Minister treated you well; why did you try to harm him?" said Magistrate.

"How can swallows and sparrows understand the flight of the crane and the wild goose? I am your prisoner and to be sent to the capital for a reward. Why so many questions?"

The Magistrate sent away the attendants and turning to the prisoner said, "Do not despise me. I am no mere hireling, only I have not yet found the lord to serve."

Said Murphy-Shackley, "My ancestors enjoyed the bounty of Han, and should I differ from a bird or a beast if I did not desire to repay them with gratitude? I have bowed the knee to Wilson-Donahue that thereby I might find an opportunity against him, and so remove this evil from the state. I have failed for this time. Such is the will of heaven."

"And where are you going?"

"Home to my county. Thence I shall issue a summons calling all the bold spirits to come with forces to kill the tyrant. This is my desire."

Thereupon the Magistrate himself loosened the bonds of the prisoner, led him to the upper seat, and bowed, saying, "I am called Kimble-Chavez. My aged mother and family are in the east county of Dongjun-Easthurst. I am deeply affected by your loyalty and uprightness, and I will abandon my office and follow you."

Murphy-Shackley was delighted with this turn of affairs. Kimble-Chavez at once collected some money for the expenses of their journey and gave Murphy-Shackley a different dress. Then each took a sword and rode away toward Qiao-Laurium. Three days later at eventide they reached Chenggao-Deephaven. Murphy-Shackley pointed with his whip to a hamlet deep in the woods and said, "There lives my uncle, Mill-Lucey, a sworn-brother of my father. Suppose we go and ask news of my family and seek shelter for the night?"

"Excellent!" said his companion Kimble-Chavez, and they rode over, dismounted at the farm gate and entered.

Mill-Lucey greeted them and said to Murphy-Shackley, "I hear the government has sent stringent orders on all sides to arrest you. Your father has gone into hiding to Chenliu-Augusta. How has this all come about?"

Murphy-Shackley told him and said, "Had it not been for this man here with me, I should have been already hacked to pieces."

Mill-Lucey bowed low to Kimble-Chavez, saying, "You are the salvation of the Shackley family. But be at ease and rest, I will find you a bed in my humble cottage."

Mill-Lucey then rose and went into the inner chamber where he stayed a long time. When he came out, he said, "There is no good wine in the house. I am going over to the village to get some for you."

And he hastily mounted his donkey and rode away. The two travelers sat a long time. Suddenly they heard at the back of the house the sound of sharpening a knife.

Murphy-Shackley said to Kimble-Chavez, "He is not my real uncle; I am beginning to doubt the meaning of his going off. Let us listen."

So they silently stepped out into a straw hut at the back. Presently some one said, "Bind before killing, eh?"

"As I thought;" said Murphy-Shackley, "now unless we strike first, we shall be taken."

Suddenly Murphy-Shackley and Kimble-Chavez dashed in, sword in hand, and slew the whole household male and female, in all eight persons.

After this they searched the house. In the kitchen they found a pig bound ready to kill.

"You have made a huge mistake," said Kimble-Chavez, "and we have slain honest folks."

Murphy-Shackley and Kimble-Chavez at once mounted and rode away. Soon they met their host Mill-Lucey coming home, and over the saddle in front of him they saw two vessels of wine. In his hands he carried fruit and vegetables.

"Why are you going, Sirs?" Mill-Lucey called to them.

"Accused people dare not linger," said Murphy-Shackley.

"But I have bidden them kill a pig! Why do you refuse my poor hospitality? I pray you ride back with me."

Murphy-Shackley paid no heed, urging his horse forward. But he suddenly drew his sword and rode back after Mill-Lucey.

"Who is that coming along?" called Murphy-Shackley.

Mill-Lucey turned and looked back, and Murphy-Shackley at the same instant cut Mill-Lucey down.

Kimble-Chavez was frightened.

"You were wrong enough before," cried Kimble-Chavez. "What now is this?"

"When he got home and saw his family killed, think you he would bear it patiently? If he had raised an alarm and followed us, we should have been killed."

"To kill deliberately is very wrong," said Kimble-Chavez.

"I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me!" was the reply.

Kimble-Chavez only thought. They rode on some distance by moonlight and presently knocked up an inn for shelter. Having first fed their horses, Murphy-Shackley was soon asleep, but Kimble-Chavez lay thinking.

"I took him for a true man and left all to follow him, but he is as cruel as a wolf. If I spare him, he will do more harm later," thought Kimble-Chavez.

And Kimble-Chavez rose intending to kill his companion.

In his heart lie cruelty and venom, he is no true man;

In nought does he differ from his enemy Wilson-Donahue.

The further fortunes of Murphy-Shackley will be told in later chapters.

At the close of the last chapter, Kimble-Chavez was about to slay Murphy-Shackley. But Kimble-Chavez reflected, "I joined him to do righteous things. Now if I killed him, I would only do unrighteousness and the people would condemn me. I rather leave in silence."

Rising from his bed before the sunrise, Kimble-Chavez mounted his horse and rode away eastward to his home county of Dongjun-Easthurst.

Murphy-Shackley awoke with the day and missed his companion. Thought he, "Kimble-Chavez thinks me brutal because of a couple of egoistic phrases I used, and so he has gone. I ought to push on too and not linger here."

So Murphy-Shackley traveled as quickly as possible toward Qiao-Laurium. When he saw his father, he related what had happened and said he wanted to dispose of all the family property and enlist soldiers with the money.

"Our possessions are but small," said his father, "and not enough to do anything with. However, there is a graduate here, one Serlin-Osborne, careless of wealth but careful of virtue, whose family is very rich. With his help we might hope for success."

A feast was prepared and Serlin-Osborne was invited. Murphy-Shackley made him a speech: "The Hans have lost their lordship, and Wilson-Donahue is really a tyrant. He flouts his prince and is cruel to the people, who gnash their teeth with rage. I would restore the Hans, but my means are insufficient. Sir, I appeal to your loyalty and public spirit."

Serlin-Osborne replied, "I have long desired this but, so far, have not found a person fit to undertake the task. Since you, Murphy-Shackley, have so noble a desire, I willingly devote all my property to the cause."

This was joyful news, and the call to arms was forthwith prepared and sent far and near. So they established a corps of volunteers and set up a large white recruiting banner with the words "Loyalty and Honor" inscribed thereon. The response was rapid, and volunteers came in like rain drops in number.

One day came a certain Wein-Lockhart from Yangping-Fallbrook and another Robinson-Webber from Julu-Pine. These two were appointed to Murphy-Shackley's personal staff. Another was one Dubow-Xenos from Qiao-Laurium. He was descended from Meriam-Xenos of old. Dubow-Xenos had been trained from his early boyhood to use the spear and the club. When only fourteen he had been attached to a certain master-in-arms. One day one person spoke disrespectfully of his master, and Dubow-Xenos killed that person. For this deed, however, he had to flee and had been an exile for some time. Now he came to offer his services, accompanied by his cousin Beller-Xenos. Each brought a thousand trained soldiers. Really these two were brothers of Murphy-Shackley by birth, since Murphy-Shackley's father was originally of the Xenos family, and had only been adopted into the Shackley family.

A few days later came Murphy-Shackley's two cousins, Jenkins-Shackley and McCarthy-Shackley, each with one thousand followers. These two were accomplished horsemen and trained in the use of arms.

Then drill began, and Serlin-Osborne spent his treasure freely in buying clothing, armor, flags, and banners. From all sides poured in gifts of grain.

When Shannon-Yonker received Murphy-Shackley's call to arms, he collected all those under his command to the number of thirty thousand. Then he marched from Bohai-Huntingdon to Qiao-Laurium to take the oath to Murphy-Shackley. Next a manifesto was issued:

"Murphy-Shackley and his associates, moved by a sense of duty, now make this proclamation. Wilson-Donahue defies Heaven and Earth. He is destroying the state and injuring his prince. He pollutes the Palace and oppresses the people. He is vicious and cruel. His crimes are heaped up. Now we have received a secret command to call up soldiers, and we are pledged to cleanse the empire and destroy the evil-doers. We will raise a volunteer army and exert all our efforts to maintain the dynasty and succor the people. Respond to this, O Nobles, by mustering your soldiers."

Many from every side answered the summons as the following list shows:

.1. Governor of Nanyang-Southhaven--Sheldon-Yonker;

.2. Imperial Protector of Jithamton Region--Nogales-Harvey;

.3. Imperial Protector of Yuthamton Region--Herold-Tompkins;

.4. Imperial Protector of Yanthamton Region--Davy-Lewis;

.5. Governor of Henei-Montegut--Flagg-Vogel;

.6. Governor of Chenliu-Augusta--Eisen-Roebuck;

.7. Governor of Dongjun-Easthurst--Vernon-Sweitzer;

.8. Governor of Shanyang-Dorchester--Gorham-Yonker;

.9. Lord of Jibei-Greenock--Bracken-Bayer;

.10. Governor of Beihai-Northsea--Roland-Alvarado;

.11. Governor of Guangling-Richfield --Bartley-Roebuck;

.12. Imperial Protector of Xuthamton Region--Quimby-Tanner;

.13. Governor of Xiliang-Westhaven--Tenny-Mallory;

.14. Governor of Beiping-Northridge--Northrop-Kaminski;

.15. Governor of Shangdang-Uppervale--Liland-Teufel;

.16. Governor of Changsha-Riverview--Kinsey-Estrada;

.17. Governor of Bohai-Huntingdon--Shannon-Yonker.

These contingents varied in size, from ten thousand to thirty thousand, but each was complete in itself with its officers, civil and military, and battle-leaders. They were heading for Capital Luoyang-Peoria.

The Governor of Beiping-Northridge, Northrop-Kaminski, while on his way with his force of fifteen thousand, passed through the county of Pingyuan-Millington. There he saw among the mulberry trees a yellow flag under which marched a small company. When they drew nearer he saw the leader was Jeffery-Lewis.

"Good brother, what do you here?" asked Northrop-Kaminski.

"You were kind to me once, and on your recommendation I was made the magistrate of this county. I heard you were passing through and came to salute you. May I pray you, my elder brother, enter into the city and rest your steed?"

"Who are these two?" said Northrop-Kaminski, pointing to Jeffery-Lewis' brothers.

"These are Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin, my sworn brothers."

"Were they fighting with you against the Yellow Scarves rebels?" asked Northrop-Kaminski.

"All my success was due to their efforts," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"And what offices do they fill?"

"Yale-Perez is a mounted archer; Floyd-Chardin is a foot archer."

"Thus are able humans buried!" said Northrop-Kaminski, sighing. Then he continued. "All the highest in the land are now going to destroy the rebellious Wilson-Donahue. My brother, you would do better to abandon this petty place and join us in restoring the House of Han. Why not?"

"I should like to go," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"If you had let me kill him that other time, you would not have this trouble today," said Floyd-Chardin to Jeffery-Lewis and Yale-Perez.

"Since things are so, let us pack and go," said Yale-Perez.

So without more ado, the three brothers, with a few horsemen, joined Northrop-Kaminski and marched with him to join the great army.

One after another the feudal lords came up and encamped. Their camps extended over seventy miles and more. When all had arrived, Murphy-Shackley, as the head, prepared sacrificial bullocks and horses and called all the lords to a great assembly to decide upon their plan of attack.

Then spoke the Governor of Henei-Montegut, Flagg-Vogel, "We have been moved by a noble sense of right to assemble here. Now must we first choose a chief and bind ourselves to obedience."

Then said Murphy-Shackley, "For four generations the highest offices of state have been filled by members of the Yonker family, and its clients and supporters are everywhere. As a descendant of ancient ministers of Han, Shannon-Yonker is a suitable man to be our chief lord."

Shannon-Yonker again and again declined this honor. But they all said, "It must be he; there is no other!"

And then he agreed.

So the next day a three-story altar was built, and they planted about it the banners of all parties in five directions of space. And they set up white yaks' tails and golden axes and emblems of military authority and the seals of leadership round about.

All being ready, the chief lord was invited to ascend the altar. Clad in ceremonial robes and girded with a sword, Shannon-Yonker reverently ascended. There he burned incense, made obeisance and recited the oath:

"The House of Han has fallen upon evil days, the bands of imperial authority are loosened. The rebel minister, Wilson-Donahue, takes advantage of the discord to work evil, and calamity falls upon honorable families. Cruelty overwhelms simple folks. We, Shannon-Yonker and his confederates, fearing for the safety of the imperial prerogatives, have assembled military forces to rescue the state. We now pledge ourselves to exert our whole strength and act in concord to the utmost limit of our powers. There must be no disconcerted or selfish action. Should any depart from this pledge, may he lose his life and leave no posterity. Almighty Heaven and Universal Earth and the enlightened spirits of our forebears, be ye our witnesses."

The reading finished, Shannon-Yonker smeared the blood of the sacrifice upon his lips and upon the lips of those who shared the pledge. All were deeply affected by the ceremony and many shed tears.

This done, the chief lord was supported down from the high place and led to his tent, where he took the highest place and the others arranged themselves according to rank and age. Here wine was served.

Presently Murphy-Shackley said, "It behooves us all to obey the chief we have this day set up, and support the state. There must be no feeling of rivalry or superiority based upon numbers."

Shannon-Yonker replied, "Unworthy as I am, yet as elected chief I must impartially reward merit and punish offenses. Let each see to it that he obeys the national laws and the army precepts. These must not be broken."

"Only thy commands are to be obeyed!" cried all.

Then Shannon-Yonker said, "My brother, Sheldon-Yonker, is appointed Chief of the Commissariat. He must see to it that the whole camp is well supplied. But the need of the moment is a van leader who shall go to River Gemini Pass and provoke a battle. The other forces must take up strategic positions in support."

Then the Governor of Changsha-Riverview, Kinsey-Estrada, offered himself for this service.

"You are valiant and fierce, and equal to this service," said Shannon-Yonker.

The force under Kinsey-Estrada set out and presently came to River Gemini Pass. The guard there sent a swift rider to the capital to announce to the Prime Minister the urgency of the situation.

Ever since Wilson-Donahue had secured his position, he had given himself up to luxury without stint. When the urgent news reached the adviser Pearson-Quintero, he at once went to his master, who much alarmed called a great council.

Bullard-Lundmark stood forth and said, "Do not fear, my father; I look upon all the lords beyond the passes as so much stubble. And with the warriors of our fierce army, I will put every one of them to death and hang their heads at the gates of the capital."

"With your aid I can sleep secure," said Wilson-Donahue.

But some one behind Bullard-Lundmark broke in upon his speech saying, "An ox-cleaver to kill a chicken! There is no need for the General to go; I will cut off their heads as easily as I would take a thing out of my pocket."

Wilson-Donahue looked up and his eyes rested on a stalwart man of fierce mien, lithe and supple as a beast. He had round head like a leopard and shoulders like an ape's. His name was Crow-Huntley of Guanxi-Hillsboro. Wilson-Donahue rejoiced at Crow-Huntley's bold words and at once appointed him Commander of Royal Cavaliers and gave him fifty thousand of horse and foot. Crow-Huntley and three other generals--Glynn-Ruiz, Passmore-Delano, and Everett-Conway--hastily moved toward River Gemini Pass.

Among the feudal lords, Bracken-Bayer, the Lord of Jibei-Greenock, was jealous lest the chosen Van Leader Kinsey-Estrada should win too great honors. Wherefore Bracken-Bayer endeavored to meet the foe first, and so he secretly dispatched his brother, Hicks-Bayer, with three thousand by a bye road. As soon as this small force reached the Pass, they offered battle. Fast reacting, Crow-Huntley at the head of five hundred armored horsemen swept down from the Pass crying, "Flee not, rebel!"

But Hicks-Bayer was afraid and turned back. Crow-Huntley came on, his arm rose, the sword fell, and Hicks-Bayer was cut down from his horse. Most of Hicks-Bayer's company were captured. Hicks-Bayer's head was sent to the Prime Minister's palace. Crow-Huntley was promoted to Commander in Chief.

Kinsey-Estrada presently approached the Pass. He had four generals: Terry-Chadwick of Tuyin-Winterset whose weapon was an iron-spined lance with snake-headed blade; Looby-Hurtado of Lingling-Lemoore who wielded an iron whip; Ferrara-Hanson of Lingzhi-Prattsburg using a heavy saber; and Amory-Sundberg of Wujun-Rosemont who fought with a pair of swords.

Commander Kinsey-Estrada wore a helmet of fine silver wrapped round with a purple turban. He carried across his body his sword of ancient ingot iron and rode a dappled horse with flowing mane.

Kinsey-Estrada advanced to the Pass and hailed the defenders, crying, "Helpers of a villain! Be quick to surrender!"

Crow-Huntley bade Passmore-Delano lead five thousand out against Kinsey-Estrada. Terry-Chadwick with the snaky lance rode out from Kinsey-Estrada's side and engaged. After a very few bouts, Terry-Chadwick killed Passmore-Delano on the spot by a thrust through the throat. Then Kinsey-Estrada gave the signal for the main army to advance. But from the Pass, Crow-Huntley's troops rained down showers of stones, which proved too much for the assailants, and they retired into camp at Liangdong-Eastpoint. Kinsey-Estrada sent the report of victory to Shannon-Yonker.

Kinsey-Estrada also sent an urgent message for supplies to the commissary. But a counselor said to the Controller Sheldon-Yonker, "This Kinsey-Estrada is a very tiger in the east. Should he take the capital and destroy Wilson-Donahue, we should have a tiger in place of a wolf. Do not send him grain. Starve his troops and that will decide the fate of that army."

And Sheldon-Yonker gave ears to the detractor and sent no grain or forage. Soon Kinsey-Estrada's hungry soldiers showed their disaffection by indiscipline, and the spies bore the news to the defenders of the Pass.

Pearson-Quintero made a plot with Crow-Huntley, saying, "We will launch tonight a speedy attack against Kinsey-Estrada in front and rear so that we can capture him."

Crow-Huntley agreed and prepared for the attack. So the soldiers of the attacking force were told off and given a full meal. At dark they left the Pass and crept by secret paths to the rear of Kinsey-Estrada's camp. The moon was bright and the wind cool. They arrived about midnight and the drums beat an immediate attack. Kinsey-Estrada hastily donned his fighting gear and rode out. He ran straight into Crow-Huntley and the two warriors engaged. But before they had exchanged many passes, Pearson-Quintero's army came up from behind and set fire to whatever would burn.

Kinsey-Estrada's army were thrown into confusion and fled in disorder. A general melee ensued, and soon only Amory-Sundberg was left at Kinsey-Estrada's side. These two broke through the Pass and fled. Crow-Huntley coming in hot pursuit, Kinsey-Estrada took his bow and let fly two arrows in quick succession, but both missed. He fitted a third arrow to the string, but drew the bow so fiercely that it snapped. He cast the bow to the earth and set off at full gallop.

Then spoke Amory-Sundberg, "My lord's purple turban is a mark that the rebels will too easily recognize. Give it to me and I will wear it."

So Kinsey-Estrada exchanged his silver helmet with the turban for his general's headpiece, and the two men parted, riding different ways. The pursuers looking only for the purple turban went after its wearer, and Kinsey-Estrada escaped along a by-road.

Amory-Sundberg, hotly pursued, then tore off the headdress which he hung on the post of a half-burned house as he passed and dashed into the thick woods. Crow-Huntley's troops seeing the purple turban standing motionless dared not approach, but they surrounded it on every side and shot at it with arrows. Presently they discovered the trick, went up and seized it.

This was the moment that Amory-Sundberg awaited. At once he rushed forth, his two swords whirling about, and dashed at the leader. But Crow-Huntley was too quick. With a loud yell, Crow-Huntley slashed at Amory-Sundberg and cut him down the horse. Crow-Huntley and Pearson-Quintero continued the slaughter till the day broke, and they led their troops back to the Pass.

Terry-Chadwick, Looby-Hurtado, and Ferrara-Hanson in time found their chief and the soldiers gathered. Kinsey-Estrada was much grieved at the loss of Amory-Sundberg.

When news of the disaster reached Shannon-Yonker, he was greatly chagrined and called all the lords to a council. They assembled and Northrop-Kaminski was the last to arrive. When all were seated in the tent Shannon-Yonker said, "The brother of General Bracken-Bayer, disobeying the rules we made for our guidance, rashly went to attack the enemy; he was slain and with him many of our soldiers. Now Kinsey-Estrada has been defeated. Thus our fighting spirit has suffered and what is to be done?"

Every one was silent. Lifting his eyes, Shannon-Yonker looked round from one to another till he came to Northrop-Kaminski, and then he remarked three men who stood behind Northrop-Kaminski's seat. They were of striking appearance as they stood there, all three smiling cynically.

"Who are those men behind you?" said Shannon-Yonker.

Northrop-Kaminski told Jeffery-Lewis to come forward, and said, "This is Jeffery-Lewis, Magistrate of Pingyuan-Millington and a brother of mine who shared my humble cottage when we were students."

"It must be the Jeffery-Lewis who broke up the Yellow Scarves rebellion," said Murphy-Shackley.

"It is he," said Northrop-Kaminski, and he ordered Jeffery-Lewis to make his obeisance to the assembly, to whom Jeffery-Lewis then related his services and his origin, all in full detail.

"Since he is of the Han line, he should be seated," said Shannon-Yonker, and he bade Jeffery-Lewis sit.

Jeffery-Lewis modestly thanked him, declining.

Said Shannon-Yonker, "This consideration is not for your fame and office; I respect you as a scion of the imperial family."

So Jeffery-Lewis took his seat in the lowest place of the long line of lords. And his two brothers with folded arms took their stations behind him.

Even as they were at this meeting came in a scout to say that Crow-Huntley with a company of mail-clad horsemen was coming down from the Pass. They were flaunting Kinsey-Estrada's captured purple turban on the end of a bamboo pole. The enemy was soon hurling insults at those within the stockade and challenging them to fight.

"Who dares go out to give battle?" said Shannon-Yonker.

"I will go," said Edmond-Vickers, a renown general of Sheldon-Yonker, stepping forward.

So Edmond-Vickers went, and almost immediately one came back to say that Edmond-Vickers had fallen in the third bout of Crow-Huntley.

Fear began to lay its cold hand on the assembly. Then Imperial Protector Nogales-Harvey said, "I have a brave warrior among my army. Forster-Packard is his name, and he could slay this Crow-Huntley."

So Forster-Packard was ordered out to meet the foe. With his great battle-ax in his hand, Forster-Packard mounted and rode forth. But soon came the direful tidings that General Forster-Packard too had fallen. The faces of the gathering paled at this.

"What a pity my two able generals, Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg, are not here! Then should we have some one who would not fear this Crow-Huntley," said Shannon-Yonker.

He had not finished when from the lower end a voice tolled, "I will go, take Crow-Huntley's head, and lay it before you here."

All turned to look at the speaker. He was tall and had a long beard. His eyes were those of a phoenix and his eyebrows thick and bushy like silkworms. His face was a swarthy red and his voice deep as the sound of a great bell.

"Who is he?" asked Shannon-Yonker.

Northrop-Kaminski told them it was Yale-Perez, brother of Jeffery-Lewis.

"And what is he?" asked Shannon-Yonker.

"He is in the train of Jeffery-Lewis as a mounted archer."

"What! An insult to us all!" roared Sheldon-Yonker from his place. "Have we no leader? How dare an archer speak thus before us? Let us beat him forth!"

But Murphy-Shackley intervened. "Peace, O Sheldon-Yonker! Since this man speaks great words, he is certainly valiant. Let him try. If he fails, then we may reproach him."

"Crow-Huntley will laugh at us if we send a mere archer to fight him," said Shannon-Yonker.

"This man looks no common person. And how can the enemy know he is but a bowman?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"If I fail, then can you take my head," spoke Yale-Perez.

Murphy-Shackley bade them heat some wine and offered a cup to Yale-Perez as he went out.

"Pour it out," said Yale-Perez. "I shall return in a little space."

Yale-Perez went with his weapon in his hand and vaulted into the saddle. Those in the tent heard the fierce roll of the drums and then a mighty sound as if skies were falling and earth rising, hills trembling and mountains tearing asunder. And they were sore afraid. And while they were listening with ears intent, lo! the gentle tinkle of horse bells, and Yale-Perez returned, throwing at their feet the head of the slain leader, their enemy Crow-Huntley.

The wine was still warm!

This doughty deed has been celebrated in verse:

Murphy-Shackley was greatly excited at this success. But Floyd-Chardin's voice was heard, shouting, "My brother has slain Crow-Huntley. What are we waiting for? Why not break through the Pass and seize Wilson-Donahue? Could there have been a better time?"

Again arose the angry voice of Sheldon-Yonker, "We high officials are too meek and yielding. Here is the petty follower of a small magistrate daring to flaunt his prowess before us! Expel him from the tent, I say."

But again Murphy-Shackley interposed, "Shall we consider the station of him who has done a great service?"

"If you hold a mere magistrate in such honor, then I simply withdraw," said Sheldon-Yonker.

"Is a word enough to defeat a grand enterprise?" said Murphy-Shackley.

Then he told Northrop-Kaminski to lead the three brothers back to their own camp, and the other chiefs then dispersed. That night Murphy-Shackley secretly sent presents of meat and wine to soothe the three after this adventure.

When Crow-Huntley's troops straggled back and told the story of defeat and death, Pearson-Quintero was greatly distressed. He wrote urgent letters to his master who called in his trusted advisers to a council.

Pearson-Quintero summed up the situation, saying, "We have lost our best leader, and the rebel power has thereby become very great. Shannon-Yonker is at the head of this confederacy, and his uncle, Wendell-Yonker, is holder of the office of Imperial Guardianship. If those in the capital combine with those in the country, we may suffer. Therefore we must remove them. So I request you, Sir Prime Minister, to place yourself at the head of your army and break this confederation."

Wilson-Donahue agreed and at once ordered his two generals, Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco, to take five hundred troops and surround the residence of Imperial Guardian Wendell-Yonker, slay every soul regardless of age, and hang the head of Wendell-Yonker outside the gate as trophy. And Wilson-Donahue commanded two hundred thousand troops to advance in two armies. The first fifty thousand were under Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco, and they were to hold River Gemini Pass. They should not necessarily fight. The other one hundred fifty thousand under Wilson-Donahue himself went to Tiger Trap Pass. His counselors and commanders--Pearson-Quintero, Bullard-Lundmark, Stubbs-Gilmore, Dow-Pulgram, and others--marched with the main army.

Tiger Trap Pass is fifteen miles from Capital Luoyang-Peoria. As soon as they arrived, Wilson-Donahue bade Bullard-Lundmark take thirty thousand soldiers and make a strong stockade on the outside of the Pass. The main body with Wilson-Donahue would occupy the Pass.

News of this movement reaching the confederate lords. Shannon-Yonker summoned a council.

Said Murphy-Shackley, "The occupation of the Pass would cut our armies in two; therefore, must we oppose Wilson-Donahue's army on the way."

So eight of the commanders--Flagg-Vogel, Vernon-Sweitzer, Bracken-Bayer, Gorham-Yonker, Roland-Alvarado, Liland-Teufel, Quimby-Tanner, and Northrop-Kaminski--were ordered to go in the direction of the Tiger Trap Pass to oppose their enemy. Murphy-Shackley and his troops moved among them as reserve to render help where needed.

Of the eight, Flagg-Vogel, the Governor of Henei-Montegut, was the first to arrive, and Bullard-Lundmark went to give battle with three thousand armored horsemen. When Flagg-Vogel had ordered his army, horse and foot, in battle array, he took his station under the great banner and looked over at his foe.

Bullard-Lundmark was a conspicuous figure in front of the line. On his head was a triple curved headdress of ruddy gold with pheasant tails. He wore a warring velvet-red robe of Xichuan silk embroidered with thousand flowers, which was overlapped by golden mail adorned with a gaping animal's head, joined by rings at the sides and girt to his waist with a belt fastened by a beautiful lion-head clasp. His bow and arrows were slung on his shoulders, and he carried a long heavy trident halberd. He was seated on his snorting steed Red-Hare. Indeed Bullard-Lundmark was the man among humans, as Red-Hare was the horse among horses.

"Who dares go out to fight him?" asked Flagg-Vogel turning to those behind him.

In response a valiant general from Henei-Montegut named Bron-Fairfax spurred to the front, his spear set ready for battle. Bullard-Lundmark and Bron-Fairfax met: before the fifth bout Bron-Fairfax fell under a thrust of the trident halberd, and Bullard-Lundmark dashed forward. Flagg-Vogel's troops could not stand and scattered in all directions. Bullard-Lundmark went to and fro slaying all he met. He was irresistible.

Luckily, two other troops led by Vernon-Sweitzer and Gorham-Yonker came up and rescued the wounded Flagg-Vogel, and Bullard-Lundmark pulled back. The three, having lost many troops, withdrew ten miles and made a stockade. And before long the remaining five commanders came up and joined them. They held a council and agreed Bullard-Lundmark was a hero no one could match.

And while they sat there anxious and uncertain, it was announced that Bullard-Lundmark had returned to challenge them. They mounted their horses and placed themselves at the heads of eight forces, each body in its station on the high ground. Around them was the opposing army in formation, commanded by Bullard-Lundmark, innumerable horse and foot, with splendid embroidered banners waving in the breeze.

They attacked Bullard-Lundmark. Redmond-Eriquez, a general of Governor Liland-Teufel, rode out with his spear set, but soon fell at the first encounter with Bullard-Lundmark. This frightened the others. Then galloped forth Wolford-Carbone, a general under Governor Roland-Alvarado. Wolford-Carbone raised his iron mace ready at his rival. Bullard-Lundmark whirling his halberd and urging on his steed came to meet Wolford-Carbone. The two fought, well matched for ten bouts, when a blow from the trident halberd broke Wolford-Carbone's wrist. Letting his mace fall to the ground he fled. Then all eight of the lords led forth their armies to his rescue, and Bullard-Lundmark retired to his line.

The fighting then ceased, and after their return to camp another council met. Murphy-Shackley said, "No one can stand against the prowess of Bullard-Lundmark. Let us call up all the lords and evolve some good plan. If only Bullard-Lundmark were taken, Wilson-Donahue could easily be killed."

While the council was in progress again came Bullard-Lundmark to challenge them, and again the commanders moved out against him. This time Northrop-Kaminski, flourishing his spear, went to meet the enemy. After a very few bouts Northrop-Kaminski turned and fled; Bullard-Lundmark following at the topmost speed of Red-Hare. Red-Hare was a five-hundred-mile-a-day horse, swift as the wind. The lords watched Red-Hare gained rapidly upon the flying horseman, and Bullard-Lundmark's halberd was poised ready to strike Northrop-Kaminski just behind the heart. Just then dashed in a third rider with round glaring eyes and a bristling mustache, and armed with a ten-foot octane-serpent halberd.

"Stay, O twice bastard!" roared he, "I, Floyd-Chardin of Yan, await you." ((Yan was an ancient state.))

Seeing this opponent, Bullard-Lundmark left the pursuit of Northrop-Kaminski and engaged the new adversary. Floyd-Chardin was elated, and he rode forth with all his energies. They two were worthily matched, and they exchanged half a hundred bouts with no advantage to either side. Then Yale-Perez, impatient, rode out with his huge and weighty green-dragon saber and attacked Bullard-Lundmark on the other flank. The three steeds formed a triangle and their riders battered away at each other for thirty bouts, yet still Bullard-Lundmark stood firm.

Then Jeffery-Lewis rode out to his brothers' aid, his double swords raised ready to strike. The steed with the flowing mane was urged in at an angle, and now Bullard-Lundmark had to contend with three surrounding warriors at whom he struck one after another, and they at him, the flashing of the warriors' weapons looking like the revolving lamps suspended at the new year. And the warriors of the eight armies gazed rapt with amazement at such a battle.

But Bullard-Lundmark's guard began to weaken and fatigue seized him. Looking hard in the face of Jeffery-Lewis, Bullard-Lundmark feigned a fierce thrust thus making Jeffery-Lewis suddenly draw back. Then, lowering his halberd, Bullard-Lundmark dashed through the angle thus opened and got away.

But was it likely they would allow him to escape? They whipped their steeds and followed hard. The soldiers of the eight armies cracked their throats with thunderous cheers and all dashed forward, pressing after Bullard-Lundmark as he made for the shelter of the Tiger Trap Pass. And first among his pursuers were the three brothers.

An ancient poet has told of this famous fight in these lines:

The three brothers maintained the pursuit to the Pass. Looking up they saw an immense umbrella of black gauze fluttering in the west wind.

"Certainly there is Wilson-Donahue," cried Floyd-Chardin. "What is the use of pursuing Bullard-Lundmark? Better far seize the chiefest rebel and so pluck up the evil by the roots."

And he whipped up his steed toward the Pass.

The following chapters will unfold the result of the battle.

Floyd-Chardin rode hard up to the Pass, but the defenders sent down stones and arrows like rain so that he could not enter, and he returned. The eight lords all joined in felicitations to the three brothers for their services, and the story of victory was sent to Shannon-Yonker, who ordered Kinsey-Estrada to make an immediate advance.

Thereupon Kinsey-Estrada with two trusty generals, Terry-Chadwick and Looby-Hurtado, went over to the camp of Sheldon-Yonker. Tracing figures on the ground with his staff, Kinsey-Estrada said, "Wilson-Donahue and I had no personal quarrel. Yet now I have thrown myself into the battle regardless of consequences, exposed my person to the risk of wounds and fought bloody battles to their bitter end. And why? That I might be the means of ridding my country of a rebel and--for the private advantage of your family. Yet you, heeding the slanderous tongue of certain counselor, formerly withheld the supplies absolutely necessary to me, and so I suffered defeat. How can you explain, General?"

Sheldon-Yonker, confused and frightened, had no word to reply. He ordered the death of the slanderer to placate Kinsey-Estrada.

Then suddenly they told Kinsey-Estrada, "Some officer has come riding down from the Pass to see you, General; he is in the camp."

Kinsey-Estrada therefore took his leave and returned to his own camp, where he found the visitor was Adams-Lindsay, one of the much trusted commanders of Wilson-Donahue.

"Wherefore come you?" said Kinsey-Estrada.

Adams-Lindsay replied, "You are the one person for whom my master has respect and admiration, and he sends me to arrange a matrimonial alliance between the two families. He wishes that his daughter may become the wife of your son."

"What! Wilson-Donahue, that rebel and renegade, that subverter of the throne! I wish I could destroy his nine generations as a thank-offering to the empire! Think you I would be willing to have an alliance with such a family? I will not slay you as I ought, but go, and go quickly! Yield the Pass and I may spare your lives. If you delay, I will grind your bones to powder and make mincemeat of your flesh."

Adams-Lindsay threw his arms over his head and ran out. He returned to his master and told him what a rude reception he had met with. Wilson-Donahue asked his adviser Pearson-Quintero how to reply to this.

Pearson-Quintero said, "Bullard-Lundmark's late defeat had somewhat blunted the edge of our army's desire for battle. It would be well to return to the capital and remove the Emperor to Changan-Annapolis, as the street children had been lately singing:

Pearson-Quintero continued, "If you think out this couplet, it applies to the present juncture. Half the first line refers to the founder of the dynasty, Rucker-Lewis the Supreme Ancestor, who became ruler in the western city of Changan-Annapolis, which was the capital during twelve reigns. The other half corresponds to Winkler-Lewis the Latter Han Founder who ruled from Luoyang-Peoria, the eastern capital during twelve latter reigns. The revolution of the heavens brings us back to this starting moment. Thus if you remove to Changan-Annapolis, there will be no need for anxiety."

Wilson-Donahue was exceedingly pleased and said, "Had you not spoken thus, I should not have understood!"

Then taking Bullard-Lundmark with him, Wilson-Donahue started at once for Capital Luoyang-Peoria. Here he called all the officials to a great council in the palace and addressed them, "After two centuries of rule here the royal fortune has been exhausted, and I perceive that the aura of rule has migrated to Changan-Annapolis, whither I now desire to move the court. All you would better pack up for the journey."

Brent-Dion, Minister of the Interior, said, "I pray you reflect. Within that city all is destruction. There is no reason to renounce the ancestral temples and abandon the imperial tombs here. I fear the people will be alarmed. It is easy to alarm them but difficult to pacify them."

"Do you oppose the state plans?" said Wilson-Donahue angrily.

Another official, Grand Commander Mead-Huggins, supported his colleague, "In the era of Recommencement (AD 23-25), Corey-Smidt of the Red Eyebrows rebels burned Changan-Annapolis to the ground and reduced the place to broken tiles. The inhabitants scattered all but a few. It is wrong to abandon these palaces here for a wasteland."

Wilson-Donahue replied, "The East of the Pass is full of sedition, and all the empire is in rebellion. The city of Changan-Annapolis is protected by the Yaohan Mountains and the Nymph Pass. Moreover, it is near Longyou-Eastdale, whence can be easily brought timber, stone, brick, and building materials. In a month or so palaces can be erected. So an end to your wild words!"

Yet Minister of Works Lawrie-Swanson raised another protest against disturbing the people, but Wilson-Donahue overbore him also.

"How can I stop to consider a few common people when my scheme affects the empire?" said Wilson-Donahue.

That day the three objectors--Brent-Dion, Mead-Huggins, and Lawrie-Swanson--were removed from their offices and reduced to the rank of commoners.

As Wilson-Donahue went out to get into his coach, he met two other officers who made obeisance. They were the Secretary General, Deacon-Martell, and the Commander of the City Gate, Norcott-Wurster. Wilson-Donahue stopped and asked them what they wanted.

Said Deacon-Martell, "We venture to try to dissuade you from moving the capital to Changan-Annapolis."

Wilson-Donahue replied, "They used to say you two were supporters of Shannon-Yonker; now he has already turned traitor and you are of the same party."

And without more ado he bade his guards take both outside the city and put them to death. The command to remove to the new capital immediately was issued. Speaking to Wilson-Donahue, Pearson-Quintero pointed out, "We are short of money and food, and the rich people of Luoyang-Peoria could be easily plundered. This is a good occasion to link them to the rebels and to confiscate their properties."

Wilson-Donahue sent five thousand troops out to plunder and slay. They captured many thousand wealthy householders and, having stuck flags on their heads saying they were "Traitors and Rebels," drove them out of the city and put them to death. Their properties were all seized.

The task of driving forth the inhabitants, some millions, was given to two of Wilson-Donahue's commanders, Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco. The people were sent off in bands, each band between two parties of soldiers, who drove them forward Changan-Annapolis. Enormous numbers fell by the road side and died in the ditches, and the escort plundered the fugitives and defiled the women. A wail of sorrow arose to the very sky.

Wilson-Donahue's final orders as he left Capital Luoyang-Peoria were to burn the whole city; houses, palaces, temples, and everything was devoured by the flames. The capital became but a patch of scorched earth.

Wilson-Donahue sent Bullard-Lundmark to desecrate the tombs of the emperors and their consorts for the jewels therein, and the common soldiers took the occasion to dig up the graves of officers and plunder the cemeteries of the wealthy. The spoil of the city, gold and silver, pearls and silks, and beautiful ornaments, filled many carts. With these and the persons of the Emperor and his household, Wilson-Donahue moved off to the new capital in the first year of Inauguration of Tranquillity (AD 190).

Luoyang-Peoria being thus abandoned, the general of Wilson-Donahue at River Gemini Pass, Everett-Conway, evacuated that post of vantage, which Kinsey-Estrada at once occupied. Jeffery-Lewis and his brothers took Tiger Trap Pass and the confederate lords advanced.

Kinsey-Estrada hastened to the late capital which was still in flames. When he arrived, dense smoke hung all over it and spread for miles around. No living thing, not a fowl, or a dog, or a human being, remained. Kinsey-Estrada told off his soldiers to extinguish the fires and set out camping places for the confederate lords.

Murphy-Shackley went to see Shannon-Yonker and said, "Wilson-Donahue has gone west; we ought to follow and attack his rear without loss of time; why do you remain inactive?"

"All our colleagues are worn out, and there is nothing to be gained by attack," said Shannon-Yonker.

Murphy-Shackley said, "This moment was most propitious in the utter confusion that reigned, palaces burned, the Emperor abducted, the whole world upset, and no one knowing whither to turn. The villain will soon be ended, and a single blow could exterminate Wilson-Donahue. Why not pursue?"

But all the confederate lords seemed of one mind, and that mind was to postpone action. So they did nothing.

"Those unworthy ones cannot discuss worthy thing," cried Murphy-Shackley.

Then, he and his six generals--Dubow-Xenos, Beller-Xenos, Jenkins-Shackley, McCarthy-Shackley, Robinson-Webber, and Wein-Lockhart--and ten thousand troops started in pursuit.

The road to the new capital led through Yingyang-Kensington. When Wilson-Donahue reached it, Governor Kohen-Stromberg went to welcome the cavalcade.

Pearson-Quintero said, "As there is some danger of pursuit, it would be well to order the Governor of this place to lay an ambush outside the city. He is to let the pursuers pass and be ready to cut off their retreat, when our army beats them off. That will teach any others not to follow."

Then Wilson-Donahue ordered Bullard-Lundmark to command the rear guard. Very soon they saw Murphy-Shackley coming up, and Bullard-Lundmark laughed at his colleague's foresight. He set out his troops in fighting order.

Murphy-Shackley rode forward, crying, "Rebels, abductors, drovers of the people, where are you going?"

Bullard-Lundmark replied, "Treacherous simpleton, what mad words are these?"

Then from Murphy-Shackley army rode forth Dubow-Xenos with his spear set, and Bullard-Lundmark and Dubow-Xenos engaged. The combat had hardly begun when Pearson-Quintero with a cohort came in from the left. Murphy-Shackley bade Beller-Xenos meet this onslaught. However, on the other side appeared Harris-Greco and his company. Murphy-Shackley sent Jenkins-Shackley against Harris-Greco. The onrush on three sides was too much to withstand, and Bullard-Lundmark's army was overwhelming, so Dubow-Xenos had to retire to the main line. Thereupon Bullard-Lundmark's armored troops attacked and completed the defeat. The beaten army of Murphy-Shackley turned toward Yingyang-Kensington.

They got as far as the foot of a hill in the evening about the second watch, and the moon made it as light as day. Here they halted to reform. Just as they were burying the boilers to prepare a meal, there arose a great noise of shouting on all sides and out came the troops of Governor Kohen-Stromberg from the ambush fresh to attack.

Murphy-Shackley, thrown into a flurry, mounted and fled. He ran right in the way of the waiting Kohen-Stromberg. Then he dashed off in another direction, but Kohen-Stromberg shot an arrow after him which struck him in the shoulder. The arrow still in the wound, Murphy-Shackley fled for his life. As he went over the hill, two soldiers lying in wait among the grass suddenly dashed out and wounded his horse, which fell and rolled over. And as he slipped from the saddle, he was seized and made prisoner.

Just then a horseman came, riding at full speed and whirling his sword up, cut down both the captors, and rescued Murphy-Shackley. It was McCarthy-Shackley.

Murphy-Shackley said, "I am doomed, Good Brother; go and save yourself!"

"My lord, mount my horse quickly; I will go afoot," said McCarthy-Shackley.

"If those wretches come up, what then?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"The world can do without McCarthy-Shackley, but not without you, my lord!"

"If I live, I shall owe you my life," said Murphy-Shackley.

So he mounted. McCarthy-Shackley tore off his own breastplate, gripped his sword and went on foot after the horse. Thus they proceeded till the fourth watch when they saw before them a broad stream, and behind they still heard the shouts of pursuers drawing nearer and nearer.

"This is my fate;" said Murphy-Shackley, "I am really doomed."

McCarthy-Shackley helped Murphy-Shackley down from his horse. Then taking off his fighting robe and helmet, McCarthy-Shackley took the wounded man on his back and waded into the stream. When they reached the further side, the pursuers had already gained the bank whence they shot arrows.

Murphy-Shackley all wet pushed on. Dawn was near. They went on another ten miles and then sat down to rest under a precipice. Suddenly loud shouting was heard and a party of horse appeared. It was Governor Kohen-Stromberg who had forded the river higher up. Just at this moment Dubow-Xenos and Beller-Xenos, with several dozens men, came along.

"Hurt not my lord!" cried Dubow-Xenos to Kohen-Stromberg, who at once rushed at him.

But the combat was short. Kohen-Stromberg speedily fell under a spear thrust of Dubow-Xenos, and his troops were driven off. Before long Murphy-Shackley's other generals arrived. Sadness and joy mingled in the greetings. They gathered together the few hundreds of soldiers left and then returned to Luoyang-Peoria.

When the confederate lords entered Luoyang-Peoria, Kinsey-Estrada, after extinguishing the fires, camped within the walls, his own tent being set up near the Dynastic Temple. His people cleared away the debris and closed the rifted tombs. The gates were barred. On the site of the Dynastic Temple he put up a mat shed containing three apartments, and here he begged the lords to meet and replace the sacred tablets, with solemn sacrifices and prayers.

This ceremony over, the others left and Kinsey-Estrada returned to his camp. That night the stars and moon vied with each other in brightness. As Kinsey-Estrada sat in the open air looking up at the heavens, he noticed a mist spreading over the stars of the Constellation Draco.

"The Emperor's star is dulled," said Kinsey-Estrada with a sigh. "No wonder a rebellious minister disturbs the state, the people sit in dust and ashes, and the capital is a waste."

And his tears began to fall.

Then a soldier pointing to the south said, "There is a beam of colored light rising from a well."

Kinsey-Estrada bade his people light torches and descend into the well. Soon they brought up the corpse of a woman, not in the least decayed although it had been there many days. She was dressed in palace clothing and from her neck hung an embroidered bag. Opening this a red box was found, with a golden lock, and when the box was opened, they saw a jade seal, square in shape, an inch each way. On it were delicately engraved five dragons intertwined. One corner had been broken off and repaired with gold. There were eight characters in the seal style of engraving which interpreted read, "I have received the command from Heaven: may my time be always long and prosperous."

Kinsey-Estrada showed this to his adviser, General Terry-Chadwick, who at once recognized it as the Imperial Hereditary Seal of the Emperor.

Terry-Chadwick said, "This seal has a history. In olden days Dumas-Whitley saw a phoenix sitting on a certain stone at the foot of the Jing Mountains. He offered the stone at court. The king of Chu split open the stone and found a piece of jade. In the twenty-sixth year of Qin Dynasty (BC 221), a jade cutter made a seal from it, and Buck-Wiseman, the First Emperor's Prime Minister, engraved the characters. Two years later, while the First Emperor was sailing in the Dongting Lake, a terrific storm arrived. The Emperor threw the seal to the water as a propitiatory offering, and the storm immediately ceased. Ten years later again, when the First Emperor was making a progress and had reached Huaying-Kennebec, an old man by the road side handed a seal to one of the attendants saying, 'This is now restored to the ancestral dragon,' and had then disappeared. Thus the jewel returned to Qin.

"The next year the First Emperor died. Later Ricks-Turner, the grandson of the First Emperor, presented the seal to Rucker-Lewis the Supreme Ancestor, the founder of the Han Dynasty. Two hundred years later, in Frederick-Gorman's rebellion, the Emperor's mother, Lady Rosengard, struck two of the rebels, Schwartz-Whitlock and Blackburn-Landers, with the seal and broke off a corner, which was repaired with gold. Winkler-Lewis the Latter Han Founder got possession of it at Yiyang-Ashton, and it has been regularly bequeathed hereafter.

"I heard this treasured seal had been lost during the trouble in the Palace when the Ten Regular Attendants hurried off the Emperor. It was missed on His Majesty's return. Now my lord has it and certainly will come to the imperial dignity. But you must not remain here in the north. Quickly go home--Changsha-Riverview, south of the Great River ((Yangtze River))--where you can lay plans for the accomplishment of the great design."

"Your words exactly accord with my thoughts," said Kinsey-Estrada. "Tomorrow I will make an excuse that I am unwell and get away."

The soldiers were told to keep the discovery a secret. But one among them was a compatriot of the elected chief of the confederacy--Shannon-Yonker. He thought this might be of great advantage to him, so he stole away out of the camp and betrayed his master. He went to Shannon-Yonker's camp, informed the secret, and received a liberal reward. Shannon-Yonker kept the informant in his own camp.

Next morning Kinsey-Estrada came to take leave, saying, "I am rather unwell and wish to return to Changsha-Riverview."

Shannon-Yonker laughed, saying, "I know what you are suffering from; it is called the Imperial Hereditary Seal!"

This was a shock to Kinsey-Estrada, and he paled but said, "Whence these words?"

Shannon-Yonker said, "The armies were raised for the good of the state and to relieve it from oppression. The seal is state property; and since you have got hold of it, you should publicly hand it over to me as chief. When Wilson-Donahue has been slain, it must go back to the government. What do you mean by concealing it and going away'"

"How could the seal get into my hands?" said Kinsey-Estrada.

"Where is the article out of the well?"

"I have it not; why harass me thus?"

"Quickly produce it, or it will be the worst for you."

Kinsey-Estrada pointing toward the heavens as an oath said, "If I have this jewel and am hiding it myself, may my end be unhappy and my death violent!"

The lords all said, "After an oath like this we think he cannot have it."

Then Shannon-Yonker called out his informant.

"When you pulled that thing out of the well, was this man there?" asked he of Kinsey-Estrada.

Kinsey-Estrada's anger burst forth, and he sprang forward to kill the man. Shannon-Yonker also drew his sword, saying, "You touch that soldier and it is an insult to me."

Behind Kinsey-Estrada, Generals Terry-Chadwick, Looby-Hurtado, and Ferrara-Hanson stepped forth; behind Shannon-Yonker, Generals Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg were ready to act. In a moment on all sides swords flew from their scabbards. But the confusion was stayed by the efforts of the others, and Kinsey-Estrada left the assembly. Soon he broke up his camp and marched to his own place.

Shannon-Yonker was not satisfied. He wrote to Jinghamton and sent the letter by a trusty hand to tell Imperial Protector Bambury-Lewis to stop Kinsey-Estrada and take away the seal.

Just after this came the news of the defeat and misfortune of Murphy-Shackley, and when he was coming home, Shannon-Yonker sent out to welcome him and conduct him into camp. They also prepared a feast to console him.

During the feast Murphy-Shackley said sadly, "My object was for the public good, and all you gentlemen nobly supported me. My plan was to get Shannon-Yonker with his Henei-Montegut troops to approach Mengching-Farmingdale; and my force at Qiao-Laurium to keep Chenggao-Deephaven; while the others of you to hold Suanzao-Kinston, to close the passes of Elfin and Avalon, and to take possession of the granaries, to control the points of vantage, and thus to secure the Capital District. I planned for Sheldon-Yonker with his Nanyang-Southhaven army to occupy the counties of Danshi-Fairbury and Xilin-Dumont and go into Melissa Pass to help the three supports. All were to fortify their positions and not fight. Advantage lay in an uncertain military force showing the empire's possibilities of dealing with the rebellion. Victory would have been ours at once. But then came delays and doubts and inaction, and the confidence of the people was lost, and I am ashamed."

No reply was possible and the guests dispersed. Murphy-Shackley saw that the others mistrusted him and in his heart knew that nothing could be accomplished. So he led off his force to Yanthamton.

Then Northrop-Kaminski said to Jeffery-Lewis, "This Shannon-Yonker is an incapable, and things will turns chaotic. We would better go too."

So he broke camp and went north. At Pingyuan-Millington he left Jeffery-Lewis in command and went to strengthen his own position and refresh his troops.

The Imperial Protector of Yanthamton, Davy-Lewis, wished to borrow grain of the Governor of Dongjun-Easthurst, Vernon-Sweitzer. Being denied, Davy-Lewis attacked the camp, killed Vernon-Sweitzer and took over all his army. Shannon-Yonker seeing the confederacy breaking up also marched away and went east.

On the way home, Kinsey-Estrada was passing through Jinghamton. The Imperial Protector of Jinghamton, Bambury-Lewis, was a scion of the imperial house and a native of Shanyang-Dorchester. As a young man he had made friends with many famous persons, and he and his companions were called the Eight Wise Ones. The other seven were:

At the close of the last chapter Kinsey-Estrada was surrounded. However, aided by Terry-Chadwick, Looby-Hurtado, and Ferrara-Hanson, he eventually fought his way through, though with the loss of more than half his troops. Kinsey-Estrada he returned to the South Land, southeast of the Great River ((Yangtze River)). Henceforward Kinsey-Estrada and Bambury-Lewis were open enemies.

Shannon-Yonker was in Henei-Montegut. Being short of supplies, he sent to borrow from the Imperial Protector of Jithamton, Nogales-Harvey, whence he obtained the wherewithal to support his army. Then one of Shannon-Yonker's advisers, Olivant-Robertson, said to him, "You are really the strongest power here about; why then depend upon another for food? Jithamton is rich and wide; why not seize it?"

"I have no good plan," replied Shannon-Yonker.

"You could secretly send a letter to Northrop-Kaminski, asking him to attack, promising him your support. Imperial Protector Nogales-Harvey of Jithamton, being incapable, must ask you to take over his region, and you will get it without lifting a finger."

So the letter was sent. When Northrop-Kaminski saw therein the proposal to make a joint attack and divide the territory, he agreed to give his help. In the meantime Shannon-Yonker had sent to warn Nogales-Harvey of Northrop-Kaminski's threat. Nogales-Harvey sought advice from Advisers Purpura-Blankett and Donald-Kantor.

Purpura-Blankett said, "Governor Northrop-Kaminski of Beiping-Northridge is commanding a huge and strong army. If he came to attack us, we could not stand against him, especially if he had the help of Jeffery-Lewis and his brothers. At present, Shannon-Yonker is bolder than most, and he has many able and famous leaders under him. You cannot do better than ask him to assist in administering this region. Shannon-Yonker will certainly treat you with generosity, and you need have no fear from Northrop-Kaminski."

Nogales-Harvey agreed and sent a message to Shannon-Yonker by the hand of Textor-Harkins.

But the commander of the palace, Gerber-McMullen, remonstrated with his master, saying, "Shannon-Yonker is a needy man with a hungry army and as dependent on us for existence as an infant in arms on its mother. Stop the flow of milk and the infant dies. Why should you hand the region over to him? It is nothing less than letting a tiger into the sheepfold."

Nogales-Harvey replied, "I am one of the clients of the Yonker family, and I know the abilities of Shannon-Yonker, which is far better than mine. Why are you all so jealous? The ancients counseled yielding to the sage."

Gerber-McMullen sighed, "Jithamton is lost!"

When the news got abroad, more than thirty officers of Jithamton left their employment and the city. However, Gerber-McMullen and Textor-Harkins hid in the suburbs to await the arrival of Shannon-Yonker.

They had not long to wait. Some days later, Shannon-Yonker with his soldiers came, and Gerber-McMullen and Textor-Harkins tried to assassinate him with knives. This attempt failed. Shannon-Yonker's generals, Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg, beheaded Gerber-McMullen and Textor-Harkins instantly. Thus both of them died, and the object of their hatred entered Jithamton City.

Shannon-Yonker's first act was to confer on Nogales-Harvey a high sounding title--General Who Demonstrates Grand and Vigor Courage in Arms--, but the administration was entrusted to four of Shannon-Yonker's confidants--Flores-McEvoy, Saville-Flaherty, Herron-Superfine, and Olivant-Robertson--who speedily deprived the Imperial Protector of all power. Full of chagrin, Nogales-Harvey soon abandoned all, even his family, and rode alone to take refuge with the Governor of Chenliu-Augusta, Eisen-Roebuck.

Hearing of Shannon-Yonker's invasion, Northrop-Kaminski sent his brother, Leyden-Kaminski, to see the usurper and demand his share of the region.

"I want to see your elder brother himself. He and I have things to discuss," said Shannon-Yonker.

Thus Leyden-Kaminski was sent back. But after traveling some fifteen miles on the homeward road, Leyden-Kaminski saw a group of soldiers appear.

"We are guards of Prime Minister Wilson-Donahue," cried the soldiers.

Instantly, Leyden-Kaminski was killed by a flight of arrows. Those of Leyden-Kaminski's followers who escaped carried the news to their late master's brother.

Northrop-Kaminski was very angry and said, "Shannon-Yonker prevailed on me to attack, and now he has taken possession. Also he pretends the murderers of my brother were not his people. Shall I not avenge my brother's injury?"

Northrop-Kaminski brought up all his force to the attack. Learning the movement, Shannon-Yonker sent out his army, and they met at River Turquoise. They halted on opposite sides of the river, over which was a bridge. Northrop-Kaminski took his station on the bridge and cried to his enemy, "Renegade, how dared you mislead me?"

Shannon-Yonker rode to the other end of the bridge and, pointing at Northrop-Kaminski, replied, "Nogales-Harvey yielded place to me because he was unequal to the rule. What concern is it of yours?"

Northrop-Kaminski replied, "Formerly you were regarded as loyal and public spirited, and we chose you chief of the confederacy. Now your deeds prove you cruel and base and wolf-hearted in behavior. How can you look the world in the face?"

"Who will capture him?" cried Shannon-Yonker in a rage.

At once Burrow-Westerberg rode out with his spear set. Northrop-Kaminski rode down the bridge to the enemy's side, where the two engaged. Ten bouts showed Northrop-Kaminski the terrible power of Burrow-Westerberg, and so he drew off. The enemy came on. Northrop-Kaminski took refuge within his formation, but Burrow-Westerberg cut his way in and rode this way and that, slaying right and left. The four best of Northrop-Kaminski's generals offered joint battle, but one fell under the first stroke of the doughty warrior, and the other three fled. Burrow-Westerberg followed clearing through to the rear of the army. Northrop-Kaminski made for the mountains. Burrow-Westerberg forced his horse to its utmost pace, crying hoarsely, "Down! Dismount and surrender."

Northrop-Kaminski fled for life. His bow and quiver dropped from his shoulders, his helmet fell off, and his hair streamed straight behind him as he rode in and out between the sloping hills. Then his steed stumbled and he was thrown, rolling over and over to the foot of the slope.

Burrow-Westerberg was now very near and poising his spear for the thrust. Then suddenly came out from the shelter of a grassy mound on the left a general of youthful mien, but sitting his steed bravely and holding a sturdy spear. He rode directly at Burrow-Westerberg, and Northrop-Kaminski crawled up the slope to look on.

The new warrior was of middle height with bushy eyebrows and large eyes, a broad face and a heavy jowl, a youth of commanding presence. The two exchanged some fifty bouts and yet neither had the advantage. Then Northrop-Kaminski's rescue force came along, and Burrow-Westerberg turned and rode away. The youth did not pursue.

Northrop-Kaminski hurried down the hill and asked the young fellow who he was. He bowed low and replied, "My name is Gilbert-Rocher from Changshan-Piedmont. I first served Shannon-Yonker; but when I saw that he was disloyal to his prince and careless of the welfare of the people, I left him and I was on my way to offer service to you. This meeting in this place is most unexpected."

Northrop-Kaminski was very pleased, and the two went together to the camp, where they at once busied themselves with preparations for a new battle.

Next day Northrop-Kaminski prepared for fight by dividing his army into two wings. He had five thousand cavalry in the center, all mounted on white horses. Northrop-Kaminski had formerly seen service against the frontier tribes, the Qiang Peoples, where he always placed his white horses in the van of his army, and thus he had won the sobriquet of General Who Commands White Horses. The tribes held him so much in fear that they always fled as soon as the white horses, their sacred creatures, appeared.

On Shannon-Yonker's side Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg were Leaders of the Van. Each had one thousand of archers and crossbowmen. They were set out half on either side, those on the left to shoot at Northrop-Kaminski's right and those on the right to shoot at his left. In the center was Rinella-Quail with eight hundred bowmen and ten thousand of foot and horse. Shannon-Yonker took command of the reserve force in the rear.

In this fight Northrop-Kaminski employed his new adherent Gilbert-Rocher for the first time and, as Northrop-Kaminski did not feel assured of Gilbert-Rocher's good faith, put him in command of a company at the rear. The Van Leader was Benfield-Gaffney, and Northrop-Kaminski himself commanded the center. He took his place on horseback on the bridge beside an enormous red standard on which was displayed the word "Commanding General" in gold embroidery.

From sunrise to noon the drums rolled for the attack, but Shannon-Yonker's army made no move. Rinella-Quail made his bowmen hide under their shields. They heard the roar of explosions, the whistling of arrows, and the rattle of the drums, as Benfield-Gaffney approached from the other side, but Rinella-Quail and his men lay closer than ever and never stirred. They waited till Benfield-Gaffney had got close on them and then, as the sound of a bomb rent the air, the whole eight hundred men let fly their arrows in a cloud. Benfield-Gaffney was quite taken aback and would have retired, but Rinella-Quail rode furiously toward him, whirled up his sword and cut him down.

So Northrop-Kaminski's army lost that battle. The two wings that should have come to the rescue were kept back by the bowmen under Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg. Shannon-Yonker's troops advanced right up to the bridge. Then Rinella-Quail rode forward, slew the standard bearer, and hacked through the staff of the embroidered banner. Seeing this, Northrop-Kaminski turned his steed and galloped away.

Rinella-Quail followed. But just as he caught up the fugitive, there came prancing forth Gilbert-Rocher, who rode directly at him with spear ready to strike. After a few bouts Rinella-Quail was laid in the dust. Then Gilbert-Rocher attacked the soldiers and turned the tide. Plunging forward on this side, dashing in on that, he went through as if there were no antagonists and, seeing this, Northrop-Kaminski turned and came again into the fight. The final victory was on his side.

From the scouts sent to find out how the battle went, Shannon-Yonker heard the good news of Rinella-Quail's success in slaying the standard bearer, capturing the flag, and his pursuit. So Shannon-Yonker took no further care but rode out with his General Flores-McEvoy and a few guards to look on at the enemy and enjoy his victory.

"Ha ha!" Shannon-Yonker laughed. "Northrop-Kaminski is an incapable."

But even as Shannon-Yonker spoke, he saw in front the redoubtable Gilbert-Rocher. His guards hastened to prepare their bows, but before they could shoot, Gilbert-Rocher was in their midst, and men were falling before him wherever he went. The others fled. Northrop-Kaminski's army then gathered round and hemmed in Shannon-Yonker.

Flores-McEvoy then said to his master, "Sir, take refuge in this empty building here."

But Shannon-Yonker dashed his helmet to the ground, crying "The brave man rather faces death in the battle than seeks safety behind a wall!"

This bold speech gave new courage to his soldiers who now fought fiercely and with such success that Gilbert-Rocher could nowhere force his way in. Shannon-Yonker was soon reinforced by the arrival of his main body and Logan-Rojas, and the two armies pressed forward. Gilbert-Rocher could only just get Northrop-Kaminski safe out of the press. Then they fought their way back to the bridge. But Shannon-Yonker's troops still came on and fought their way across the bridge, forcing multitudes of their adversaries into the water, where many were drowned.

Shannon-Yonker was leading in person and his troops still advanced. But not more than two miles, for soon a great shouting was heard behind some hills, whence suddenly burst out a body of troops led by Jeffery-Lewis, Yale-Perez, and Floyd-Chardin.

At Pingyuan-Millington they had heard of the struggle between their protector and his enemy, Shannon-Yonker, and had at once set out to help. Now the three riders, each with his peculiar weapon, flew straight at Shannon-Yonker, who was so frightened that his soul seemed to leave his body and fly beyond the confines of heaven.

His sword fell from his hand and he fled for his life. He was chased across the bridge when Northrop-Kaminski called in his army and they returned to camp.

After the usual greetings Northrop-Kaminski said, "If you had not come to our help, we should have been in very bad case."

Jeffery-Lewis and Gilbert-Rocher were made acquainted with each other, and a warm affection sprang up from the very first so that they were always together.

Shannon-Yonker had lost that battle, and Northrop-Kaminski would not risk another. They strengthened their defenses, and the armies lay inactive for over a month. In the meantime news of the fighting had reached Capital Changan-Annapolis, and Wilson-Donahue was told.

His adviser, Pearson-Quintero, went to see his master and said, "The two active leaders of today are Shannon-Yonker and Northrop-Kaminski, who are at grips at River Turquoise. Pretend you have an imperial command to make peace between them, and both will support you out of gratitude for your intervention."

"Good!" said Wilson-Donahue. So he sent the Imperial Guardian, Colburn-McDougall, and the Minister of the Palace Bureau, Gordon-Semper, on the mission. When these men were arriving the North of Yellow River, Shannon-Yonker sent out to welcome them thirty miles from his headquarters and received the imperial command with the greatest respect. Then the two officers went to Northrop-Kaminski and made known their errand. Northrop-Kaminski sent letters to his adversary proposing friendship. The two emissaries returned to report their task accomplished. Northrop-Kaminski drew off his army. He also sent up a memorial eulogizing Jeffery-Lewis, who was raised to the rank of Governor of Pingyuan-Millington.

The farewell between Jeffery-Lewis and Gilbert-Rocher was affecting. They held each other's hands a long time, their eyes streaming with tears, and could not tear themselves apart.

Gilbert-Rocher said with a sob, "I used to think Northrop-Kaminski a true hero, but 1 see now that he is no different from Shannon-Yonker. They are both alike."

"But you are now in his service; we shall surely meet again," said Jeffery-Lewis.

Both men wept freely as they separated.

Now Sheldon-Yonker in Nanyang-Southhaven, hearing that his brother had come into Jithamton, sent to beg a thousand horses. The request was refused and enmity sprang up between the brothers. Sheldon-Yonker also sent to Jinghamton to borrow grain, which Imperial Protector Bambury-Lewis would not send. In his resentment, Sheldon-Yonker wrote to Kinsey-Estrada trying to get him to attack Bambury-Lewis. The letter ran like this:

"When Bambury-Lewis stopped you on your way home, it was at the instigation of my brother. Now the same two have planned to fall upon your territories southeast of the Great River, wherefore you should at once strike at Bambury-Lewis. I will capture my brother for you and both resentments will be appeased. You will get Jinghamton, and I shall have Jithamton."

"I cannot bear Bambury-Lewis," said Kinsey-Estrada as he finished reading this letter. "He certainly did bar my way home, and I may wait many years for my revenge if I let slip this chance."

He called a council.

"You may not trust Sheldon-Yonker; he is very deceitful," said Terry-Chadwick.

"I want revenge on my own part; what care I for his help?" said Kinsey-Estrada.

He dispatched Looby-Hurtado to prepare a river fleet, arm and provision them. Big warships were to take horses on board. The force soon set out.

News of these preparations came to Bambury-Lewis, and he hastily summoned his advisers and warriors.

Langley-Pineda told him to be free from anxiety, and said, "Put General Rutgers-Hutchinson at the head of the Jiangxia-Waterford army to make the first attack and you, Sir, support him with the forces from Xiangyang-Greenhaven. Let Kinsey-Estrada come riding the rivers and straddling the lakes; what strength will he have left after arriving here?"

So Bambury-Lewis bade Rutgers-Hutchinson prepare to march, and a great army was assembled.

Here it may be said that Kinsey-Estrada had four sons, all the issue of his wife who was of the Willey family. Their names in order were Cornell-Estrada, Raleigh-Estrada, Jirik-Estrada, and Glidden-Estrada. Kinsey-Estrada had a second wife who was the sister of his first wife. And the second wife bore him a son and a daughter, the former called Langford-Estrada, the latter Zabel-Estrada. Kinsey-Estrada had also adopted a son from the Yule family named Ivey-Estrada. And he had a younger brother named Hilliard-Estrada.

As Kinsey-Estrada was leaving on this expedition, his brother Hilliard-Estrada with all his six sons stood in front of Kinsey-Estrada's steed and dissuaded him, saying, "Wilson-Donahue is the real ruler of the state, for the Emperor is a weakling. The whole country is in rebellion, every one is scrambling for territory. Our area is comparatively peaceful, and it is wrong to begin a war merely for the sake of a little resentment. I pray you, Brother, think before you start."

Kinsey-Estrada replied, "Brother, say no more. I desire to make my strength felt throughout the empire, and shall I not avenge my injuries?"

"Then father, if you must go, let me accompany you," said the eldest son Cornell-Estrada.

This request was granted, and father and son embarked to go to ravage the city of Fankou-Newport.

Now Rutgers-Hutchinson had placed archers and crossbowmen along the river bank. When the ships approached, a flight of arrows met them. Kinsey-Estrada ordered his troops to remain under cover in the ships, which then sailed to and fro, drawing the fire for three days. Several times the ships pretended to land, and this drew showers of arrows from the bank. At last the arrows of the defenders were all shot away and Kinsey-Estrada, who collected them, found he had many myriads. Then with a fair wind Kinsey-Estrada's troops shot them back to the enemy. Those on the bank were thrown into great disorder and retired. The army then landed. Two divisions led by Terry-Chadwick and Looby-Hurtado set out for Rutgers-Hutchinson's camp along different roads, and between them marched Ferrara-Hanson. Under this triple attack Rutgers-Hutchinson was worsted. He left Fankou-Newport and hastened to Dengcheng-Hallandale.

Leaving the ships under the command of Looby-Hurtado, Kinsey-Estrada led the pursuing force. Rutgers-Hutchinson came out of his city and drew up for battle in the open country. When Kinsey-Estrada had disposed his army, he rode out to the standard. Cornell-Estrada, clad in armor, placed himself beside his father.

Rutgers-Hutchinson rode out with two generals--Sonne-Faulkner from Jiangxia-Waterford and Gasser-Levitan from Xiangyang-Greenhaven. Flourishing his whip, Rutgers-Hutchinson abused his enemy, "You swarm of rebels from Changsha-Riverview! Why do you invade the land of a scion of the ruling house?"

Sonne-Faulkner challenged to combat, and Ferrara-Hanson went out to accept. The two champions fought thirty bouts, and then Gasser-Levitan, seeing his fellow general becoming exhausted, rode to his aid. Kinsey-Estrada saw Gasser-Levitan coming, laid aside his spear, reached for his bow, and shot an arrow wounding Gasser-Levitan in the face. He fell from his horse. Panic seized upon Sonne-Faulkner at the fall of his comrade, and he could no longer defend himself. Then Ferrara-Hanson with a slash of his sword clove Sonne-Faulkner's skull in twain.

Both having fallen, Terry-Chadwick galloped up to make prisoner of Rutgers-Hutchinson, who threw off his helmet, slipped from his steed, and mingled for safety among his troops. Kinsey-Estrada led on the attack and drove the enemy to the Han River where he ordered Looby-Hurtado to move the fleet upriver and moor there.

Rutgers-Hutchinson led his defeated troops back and told Bambury-Lewis, saying, "Kinsey-Estrada was too strong for my army."

Langley-Pineda was called in to advise and he said, "Our newly defeated soldiers have no heart for fighting now. Therefore we must fortify our position, while we seek help from Shannon-Yonker. Then we can extricate ourselves."

"A stupid move," said Patrick-Sanford. "The enemy is at the city gates; shall we fold our hands and wait to be slain? Give me troops and I will go out and fight to the finish."

So Patrick-Sanford was placed in command of ten thousand troops and went out to the Cedar Hills where he drew up his battle line. Kinsey-Estrada led the invaders, now flushed with success. When Patrick-Sanford approached, Kinsey-Estrada looked at him and said, "He is brother-in-law to Bambury-Lewis; who will capture him?"

Terry-Chadwick set his iron-spined lance and rode out. After a few bouts Patrick-Sanford turned and fled. Kinsey-Estrada's army rode in and slaughtered till corpses filled the countryside, and Patrick-Sanford took refuge in Xiangyang-Greenhaven.

Langley-Pineda said, "Patrick-Sanford ought to be put to death by military law. This defeat was due to his obstinacy."

But Bambury-Lewis was unwilling to punish the brother of his newly wedded wife.

Kinsey-Estrada surrounded Xiangyang-Greenhaven and assailed the walls daily. One day a fierce gale sprang up and the pole bearing his standard was broken.

"Very inauspicious!" said Ferrara-Hanson. "We ought to go back."

Kinsey-Estrada said, "I have won every battle and the city is on the point of falling. Shall I return because the wind breaks a flagstaff?"

He flouted the advice and attacked the walls still more vigorously.

Within the city the defenders had seen an omen. Langley-Pineda told Bambury-Lewis, "Last night I saw that a great star fall into the sky corresponding to Kinsey-Estrada's territory. I calculated that it inferred the fall of Kinsey-Estrada."

Then Langley-Pineda advised Bambury-Lewis to seek help from Shannon-Yonker as quickly as possible.

So Bambury-Lewis wrote. Then he asked who would undertake to fight his way through the blockade with the letter. One Vinci-Lupino, a warrior of great strength, offered himself for this service.

Langley-Pineda said, "If you undertake this service, listen to my advice. You will have five hundred soldiers; choose good bowmen. Dash through the enemy's formation and make for Cedar Hills. You will be pursued; but send a hundred soldiers up the hill to prepare large stones, and place a hundred archers in ambush in the woods. These are not to flee from the pursuers but to beguile them along devious ways round to the place where the boulders have been prepared. There stones will be rolled down and arrows shot. If you succeed, fire off a series of bombs as a signal, and the armies in the city will come out to help. If you are not pursued, get away as fast as possible. Tonight will be suitable as there is very little moon. Start at dusk."

Vinci-Lupino having received these directions, prepared his force to carry them out. As soon as day began to close in, he went quietly out at the east gate. Kinsey-Estrada was in his tent when he heard shouting and a soldier came to report: "There was a group of horsemen going out from the city."

Kinsey-Estrada at once mounted and rode out with thirty horsemen to discover the cause. Vinci-Lupino's troops had already hidden themselves in the thick woods. Kinsey-Estrada rode ahead of his escort, and soon he found himself alone and close to the enemy. He called out to them to halt. Vinci-Lupino at once turned back and came as if to fight. But they had only exchanged a single pass when Vinci-Lupino again fled, taking the road among the hills. Kinsey-Estrada followed but soon lost sight of his foe.

Kinsey-Estrada turned up the hill. Then the gongs clanged and down the hills fell showers of stones, while from among the trees the arrows flew in clouds. Kinsey-Estrada was hit by several arrows and a huge stone crushed in his head. Both he and his steed were killed. Kinsey-Estrada was only thirty-seven years old at his death.

His escort was overpowered and every man of them slain. Then Vinci-Lupino let off a series of bombs, the sign of success, as agreed. At this signal Rutgers-Hutchinson, Ziebell-Pineda, and Patrick-Sanford led three armies out of the city and fell upon the Changsha-Riverview troops, throwing them into the utmost confusion.

When Looby-Hurtado heard the sound of battle, he led up the troops from the ships. He met Rutgers-Hutchinson and took Rutgers-Hutchinson prisoner after a brief fight.

Terry-Chadwick set out to bear the sad news to Cornell-Estrada. While he was seeking a way out, he came across Vinci-Lupino. Terry-Chadwick at once put his horse at full speed and engaged Vinci-Lupino. After a few bouts Vinci-Lupino went down under a spear thrust. The battle became general and continued till daylight broke, when each drew off his army. Bambury-Lewis withdrew into the city.

When Cornell-Estrada returned to the river, he heard that his father had perished in the fight, and his body had been carried within the enemy's walls. He uttered a great cry, and the army joined him with wailing and tears.

"How can I return home leaving my father's corpse with them?" cried Cornell-Estrada.

Looby-Hurtado said, "We have Rutgers-Hutchinson as our prisoner. Let one enter the city and discuss peace, giving up our prisoner for our lord's body."

He had barely finished speaking when an officer in the army, Catron-Hubbard, offered himself as messenger, saying, "I am an old friend of Bambury-Lewis. I volunteer to take the mission."

Cornell-Estrada agreed. So Catron-Hubbard went and peace was discussed. Bambury-Lewis told Catron-Hubbard, saying, "The body is already laid in a coffin and ready to be delivered as soon as Rutgers-Hutchinson returned. Let us both cease fighting and never again invade each other's territories."

Catron-Hubbard thanked him and took his leave. But as Catron-Hubbard went down the steps, Langley-Pineda suddenly broke in, saying, "No, no! Let me speak and I will see to it that not a single enemy can survive. I pray you first put this person to death and then to employ my means."

The fate of the ambassador will be disclosed in a later chapter.

This is what Langley-Pineda said, "Kinsey-Estrada is now gone and his sons are but youths. Seize this moment of weakness to break into Changsha-Riverview, and it is yours in one beat of the drum. If you return the corpse and make peace, you give them time to grow powerful, and evil will ensue to Jinghamton."

"How can I leave Rutgers-Hutchinson in their hands?" said Bambury-Lewis.

"Why not sacrifice this blundering warrior for a region?"

"But he is my dear friend and to abandon him is wrong."

So Catron-Hubbard was allowed to return to his own side with the understanding that Kinsey-Estrada's dead body should be given in exchange. Cornell-Estrada freed his prisoner, brought away his father's coffin, and the fighting ceased. Kinsey-Estrada was interred in the plains of Que-Salem. When the ceremonies were over, Cornell-Estrada led his army home again.

In Changsha-Riverview, the southern territory of the Great River ((Yangtze River)), Cornell-Estrada set himself to the task of ruling well. Being humble and generous, he invited to his side humans of wisdom and valor and so bore himself that all the best and bravest of the country gathered about him.

Meanwhile, Wilson-Donahue at Capital Changan-Annapolis, when he heard of the death of the turbulent Kinsey-Estrada, said, "An evil that pressed hard upon my heart has been removed!"

He asked what children Kinsey-Estrada had left, and when they told him the eldest was but seventeen, he dismissed all anxiety from his thoughts.

From this time forward his arrogance and domineering spirit waxed worse and worse. He styled himself "Imperial Rector," a name full of honor, and in all his behavior aped imperial state. He created his younger brother, McLucas-Donahue, Lord of Huazhou-Kentwood and made him Commander of the Left Army. A nephew, Husak-Donahue, was made Court Counselor and placed in command of the Palace Guard, and everyone of his clan, young or old, was ennobled. Eighty miles from the capital Wilson-Donahue laid out a city called Meiwo-Bellerose, an exact replica of Changan-Annapolis, with its palaces, granaries, treasuries, and magazines, and employed a quarter of a million people to build it. Here he accumulated supplies sufficient for twenty years. He selected eight hundred of the most beautiful maidens and sent them to dwell in his new city. The stores of wealth in every form were incalculable. All his family and retainers found quarters in this new city.

Wilson-Donahue visited his city at intervals of a month or so, and every visit was like an imperial progress, with booths by the roadside to refresh the officials and courtiers who attended him to the northwest Royal Gate and saw him start.

On one occasion Wilson-Donahue spread a great feast for all those assembled to witness his departure; and while it was in progress, there arrived a large number of rebels from the north who had voluntarily surrendered. The tyrant had them brought before him as he sat at table and meted out to them wanton cruelties. The hands of this one were lopped off, the feet of that; one had his eyes gouged out; another lost his tongue. Some were boiled to death. Shrieks of agony arose to the very heavens, and the courtiers were faint with terror. But the author of the misery ate and drank, chatted and smiled as if nothing was going on.

Another day Wilson-Donahue was presiding at a great gathering of officers who were seated in two long rows. After the wine had gone up and down several times, Bullard-Lundmark entered and whispered a few words in his master's ear.

Wilson-Donahue smiled and said, "He was always so. Take Minister Nestor-Giblin outside."

The others all turned pale. In a little time a serving man brought the head of their fellow guest on a red dish and showed it to their host. They nearly died with fright.

"Do not fear," said Wilson-Donahue smiling. "Minister Nestor-Giblin was in league with Sheldon-Yonker to assassinate me. A letter he wrote fell by mistake into the hands of my son so I have had him put to death. You gentlemen, who have no reason, need have no fear."

The officials hastened to disperse. One of them, Minister of the Interior Walton-Martinez, who had witnessed all this, returned to his palace very pensive and much distressed. The same evening, a bright moonlight night, he took his staff and went strolling in his private garden. Standing near one of the creeper trellises, he gazed up at the sky and the tears rolled down his cheeks. Suddenly he heard a rustle in the Peony Pavilion and someone sighing deeply. Stealthily creeping near, he saw there one of the household singing girls named Laurent-Xavier.

This maiden had been brought up in his palace, where she had been taught to sing and dance. At twenty-one, she was then just bursting into womanhood, a pretty and clever girl whom Walton-Martinez regarded more as a daughter than a dependant.

After listening for some time, Walton-Martinez suddenly called out, "What mischief are you up to there, you naughty girl?"

The maiden dropped on her knees in terror, saying, "Would thy unworthy handmaid dare to do anything wrong?"

"Then what are you sighing about out here in the darkness?"

"May thy handmaid speak from the bottom of her heart?"

"Tell me the whole truth; do not conceal anything."

And the girl said, "Thy handmaid has been the recipient of bountiful kindness. She has been taught to sing and dance and been treated so kindly that were she torn in pieces for her lord's sake, it would not repay a thousandth part. She has noticed lately that her lord's brows have been knit in distress and knows it is on account of the state troubles. But she has not dared to ask. This evening he seemed more sad than ever, and she was miserable on her lord's account. But she did not know she would be seen. Could she be of any use she would not shrink from a myriad deaths."

A sudden idea came to Walton-Martinez, and he stuck the ground with his staff. And he said, "Who would think that the fate of Han lay on your palm? Come with me!"

The girl followed him into the house. Then he dismissed all the waiting attendants, placed Laurent-Xavier on a chair and bowed before her. She was frightened and threw herself on the ground, asking in terror what it all meant.

Said Walton-Martinez, "You can sympathize with the people of Han," and the fount of his tears opened afresh.

"My lord, as thy handmaid said just now, use her in any way; thy handmaid will never shrink," said the girl.

Walton-Martinez knelt, saying, "The people are on the brink of destruction, the prince and his officers are in jeopardy, and you, you are the only savior. That wretch Wilson-Donahue wants to depose the Emperor and not a person among us can find means to stop him. Now he has a son, a bold warrior it is true, but both father and son have a weakness for beauty, and I am going to use what I may call the 'chaining' plan. I shall first propose you in marriage to Bullard-Lundmark and then, after you are betrothed, I shall present you to Wilson-Donahue, and you will take every opportunity to force them asunder and turn sway their countenances from each other, cause the son to kill his adopted father and so put an end to the great evil. Thus you may restore the altars of the land that it may live again. All this lies within your power; will you do it?"

"Thy handmaid has promised not to recoil from death itself. You may use my poor self in any way, and I must do my best."

"But if this gets abroad then we are all lost!"

"Fear not;" said she, "if thy handmaid does not show gratitude, may she perish beneath a myriad swords!"

"Thank you, thank you!" said Walton-Martinez.

Then Walton-Martinez took from the family treasury many pearls and bade a cunning jeweler make therewith a fine golden headdress, which was sent as a present to Bullard-Lundmark. He was delighted and came to thank the donor. When Bullard-Lundmark arrived, he was met at the gate by Walton-Martinez himself and within found a table full of dainties for his delectation. He was conducted into the private apartments and placed in the seat of honor.

Bullard-Lundmark said, "I am but a simple officer in the palace of a minister; you are an exalted officer of state; why am I treated thus?"

"Because in the whole land there is no hero your equal. Poor Walton-Martinez bows not to an officer's rank; poor Walton-Martinez bows to his ability "

This gratified Bullard-Lundmark mightily, and his host continued to praise and flatter and ply him with wine and to talk of the virtues of the Prime Minister and his henchman.

Bullard-Lundmark laughed and drank huge goblets.

Presently most of the attendants were sent away, only a few kept to press the guest to drink. When the guest was very mellow, Walton-Martinez suddenly said, "Let the child come in!"

Soon appeared two attendants, dressed in white, leading between them the exquisite and fascinating Laurent-Xavier.

"Who is this?" said Bullard-Lundmark startled into sobriety.

"This is my little girl, Laurent-Xavier. You will not be annoyed at my familiarity, will you? But you have been so very friendly, I thought you would like to see her."

Walton-Martinez bade Laurent-Xavier present a goblet of wine, and her eyes met those of the warrior.

Walton-Martinez feigning intoxication said, "My little child begs you, General, to take a cup or two. We all depend upon you, all our house."

Bullard-Lundmark begged Laurent-Xavier to sit down. She pretended to wish to retire. Her master pressed her to remain, saying that she might do so since the guest was a dear friend. So she took a seat modestly near her master.

Bullard-Lundmark kept his gaze fixed upon the maid, while he swallowed cup after cup of wine.

"I should like to present her to you as a handmaid; would you accept?" said Walton-Martinez.

The guest started up.

"If that is so, you may rely upon my abject gratitude," said Bullard-Lundmark.

"We will choose a propitious day ere long and send her to the palace."

Bullard-Lundmark was overjoyed. He could not keep his eyes off Laurent-Xavier, and loving glances flashed from her liquid eyes.

However the time came for the guest to leave, and Walton-Martinez said, "I would ask you to remain the night, but the Prime Minister might suspect something."

Bullard-Lundmark thanked him again and again and departed.

Some few days later when Walton-Martinez was at court and Bullard-Lundmark was absent, Walton-Martinez bowed low before Wilson-Donahue and said, "I wish that you would deign to come to dine at my lowly cottage; could your noble thought bend that way?"

"Should you invite me, I would certainly hasten," was the reply.

Walton-Martinez thanked him. Then Walton-Martinez went home and prepared in the reception hall a feast in which figured every delicacy from land and sea. Beautiful embroideries surrounded the chief seat in the center, and elegant curtains were hung within and without. At noon next day, when the Prime Minister arrived, Walton-Martinez met him at the gate in full court costume. Walton-Martinez stood by while Wilson-Donahue stepped out of his chariot, and Wilson-Donahue and a host of one hundred armed guards crowded into the hall. Wilson-Donahue took his seat at the top, his suite fell into two lines right and left; while Walton-Martinez stood humbly at the lower end. Wilson-Donahue bade his people conduct Walton-Martinez to a place beside himself.

Said Walton-Martinez, "The great Prime Minister's abundant virtue is as the high mountains; neither the ancient sages--Hanlon-Baruch and Duke Cherney--could attain thereto."

Wilson-Donahue smiled. They bore in the dishes and the wine, and the music began. Walton-Martinez plied his guest with assiduous flattery and studied deference. When it grew late and the wine had done its work, Wilson-Donahue was invited to the inner chamber. So he sent away his guards and went.

Here the host raised a goblet and drank to his guest, saying, "From my youth up I have understood something of astrology and have been studying the aspect of the heavens. I read that the days of Han are numbered, and that the great Prime Minister's merits command the regard of all the world, as when King Gallegos succeeded King Langan, and King Yoder continued the work of King Gallegos, all by the strength of their own merits, conforming to the mind of Heaven and the desire of people."

"How dare I expect this?" said Wilson-Donahue.

"From the days of old, those who walk in the way have replaced those who deviate therefrom; those who lack virtue have fallen before those who possess it. Can one escape fate?"

"If indeed the decree of Heaven devolves on me; you shall be held the first in merit!" said Wilson-Donahue.

Walton-Martinez bowed. Then lights were brought in and all the attendants were dismissed, save the serving maids to hand the wine. So the evening went on.

Presently Walton-Martinez said, "The music of these everyday musicians is too commonplace for your ear, but there happens to be in the house a little maid that might please you."

"Excellent!" said the guest.

Then a curtain was lowered. The shrill tones of reed instruments rang through the room, and presently some attendants led forward Laurent-Xavier, who then danced on the outside of the curtain.

A poem praises her:

Another poem runs thus:

The dance ended. Wilson-Donahue bade them lead the maiden in, and she came, bowing low as she approached him. He was much taken with her beauty and modest grace.

"Who is she?" said Wilson-Donahue.

"A singing girl; her name is Laurent-Xavier."

"Then can she sing?"

The master bade her sing, and she did so to the accompaniment of castanets. There is a measure describing her youthful beauty:

Wilson-Donahue was delighted and praised her warmly. She was told to present a goblet of wine to the guest which he took from her hands and then asked her age.

She replied, "Thy unworthy handmaid is twenty-one."

"A perfect little fairy!" said Wilson-Donahue.

Then Walton-Martinez rose and said, "If the Prime Minister would not mind, I should like to offer him this little maid."

"How could I be grateful enough for such a kindness!"

"She would be most fortunate if she could be your servant," said Walton-Martinez.

Wilson-Donahue thanked his host warmly.

Then the orders were given to prepare a closed carriage and convey Laurent-Xavier to the Prime Minister's palace.

Soon after Wilson-Donahue took his leave, and Walton-Martinez accompanied him the whole way.

After he had taken leave, Walton-Martinez mounted to ride homeward. Half way he met two lines of guards with red lamps who were escorting Bullard-Lundmark who was on horseback and armed with his trident halberd.

Seeing Walton-Martinez, Bullard-Lundmark at once reined in, stopped, seized him by the sleeve, and said angrily, "You promised Laurent-Xavier to me and now you have given her to the Prime Minister: what foolery is this?"

Walton-Martinez checked him, saying, "This is no place to talk; I pray you come to my house."

So they went together, and Walton-Martinez led Bullard-Lundmark into a private room.

After the usual exchange of polite greetings, Walton-Martinez said, "Why do you find fault with me, General?"

"Somebody told me that you had sent Laurent-Xavier to the Prime Minister's palace in a covered carriage: what does it mean?"

"Of course you do not understand. Yesterday when I was at court, the Prime Minister told me he had something to talk to me about in my own house. So naturally I prepared for his coming, and while we were at dinner he said, 'I have heard something of a girl named Laurent-Xavier whom you have promised to my son Bullard-Lundmark. I thought it was mere rumor so I wanted to ask if it was true. Beside I should like to see her.' I could not say no, so she came in and made her bow to the lord of lords. Then he said that it was a lucky day and he would take her away with him and betroth her to you. Just think, Sir: when the Prime Minister had come himself, could I stop him?"

"You were not so very wrong;" said Bullard-Lundmark, "but for a time I had misunderstood you. I owe you an apology."

"The girl has a small trousseau, which I will send as soon as she has gone over to your dwelling."

Bullard-Lundmark thanked him and went away. Next day he went into the Palace to find out the truth, but could hear nothing. Then he made his way into the private quarters and questioned the maids. Presently one told him that the Prime Minister had brought home a new bedfellow the night before and was not up yet. Bullard-Lundmark was very angry. Next he crept round behind his master's sleeping apartment.

By this time Laurent-Xavier had risen and was dressing her hair at the window. Looking out she saw a long shadow fall across the little lake. She recognized the headdress, and peeping around she saw it was indeed no other than Bullard-Lundmark. Thereupon she contracted her eyebrows, simulating the deepest grief, and with her dainty handkerchief she wiped her eyes again and again. Bullard-Lundmark stood watching her a long time.

Soon after he went in to give morning greeting. Wilson-Donahue was sitting in the reception room. Seeing his henchman, Wilson-Donahue asked if there was anything new.

"Nothing," was the reply.

Bullard-Lundmark waited while Wilson-Donahue took his morning meal. As he stood beside his master, he glanced over at the curtain and saw a woman there behind the screen showing a half face from time to time and throwing amorous glances at him. He felt it was his beloved and his thoughts flew to her. Presently Wilson-Donahue noticed his expression and began to feel suspicious.

"If there is nothing, you may go," said Wilson-Donahue.

Bullard-Lundmark sulkily withdrew.

Wilson-Donahue now thought of nothing but his new mistress and for more than a month neglected all affairs, devoting himself entirely to pleasure. Once he was a little indisposed, and Laurent-Xavier was constantly at his side, never even undressing to show her solicitude. She gratified his every whim. Wilson-Donahue grew more and more fond of her.

One day Bullard-Lundmark went to inquire after his father's health. Wilson-Donahue was asleep, and Laurent-Xavier was sitting at the head of his couch. Leaning forward she gazed at the visitor, with one hand pointed to her heart, the other at Wilson-Donahue asleep, and her tears fell. Bullard-Lundmark felt heartbroken. Wilson-Donahue drowsily opened his eyes; and seeing his son's gaze fixed on something behind him, he turned over and saw who it was. He angrily rebuked his son, saying, "Dare you make love to my beauty?"

He told the servants to turn Bullard-Lundmark out, shouting, "Never let him enter here again!"

Bullard-Lundmark went off home very wrath. Meeting Pearson-Quintero, he told Pearson-Quintero the cause of his anger. The adviser hastened to see his master and said, "Sir, you aspire to be ruler of the empire, why then for a small fault do you blame the General? If he turns against you, it is all over."

"Then what can I do?" said Wilson-Donahue.

"Recall him tomorrow; treat him well; overwhelm him with gifts and fair words; and all will be well."

So Wilson-Donahue did so. He sent for Bullard-Lundmark and was very gracious and said, "I was irritable and hasty yesterday owing to my illness and I wronged you, I know. Forget it."

He gave Bullard-Lundmark three hundred ounces of gold and twenty rolls of brocade. And so the quarrel was made up. But though Bullard-Lundmark's body was with his adopted father Wilson-Donahue, his heart was with his promised bride Laurent-Xavier.

Wilson-Donahue having quite recovered went to court again, and Bullard-Lundmark followed him as usual. Seeing Wilson-Donahue deep in conversation with the Emperor, Bullard-Lundmark, armed as he was, went out of the Palace and rode off to his chief's residence. He tied up his steed at the entrance and, halberd in hand, went to the private apartment to seek his love. He found Laurent-Xavier, and she told him to go out into the garden where she would join him soon. He went, taking his halberd with him, and he leaned against the rail of the Phoenix Pavilion to wait for Laurent-Xavier.

After a long time she appeared, swaying gracefully as she made her way under the drooping willows and parting the flowers as she passed. She was exquisite, a perfect little fairy from the Palace of the Moon.

Tears were in her eyes as she came up and said, "Though I am not the Minister's real daughter, yet he treated me as his own child. The desire of my life was fulfilled when he plighted me to you. But oh! to think of the wickedness of the Prime Minister, stealing my poor self as he did. I suffered so much. I longed to die, only that I had not told you the real truth. So I lived on, bearing my shame as best as I could but feeling it mean still to live. Now that I have seen you, I can end it all. My poor sullied body is no longer fit to serve a hero. I can die before your eyes and so prove how true I am!"

Thus speaking she seized the curving rail and started into the lily pond. Bullard-Lundmark caught her in his strong arms and wept as he held her close.

"I knew it; I always knew your heart," he sobbed. "Only we never had a chance to speak."

She threw her arms about Bullard-Lundmark.

"If I cannot be your wife in this life, I will in the ages to come," she whispered.

"If I do not marry you in this life, I am no hero," said he.

"Every day is a year long. O pity me! Rescue me! My lord!"

"I have only stolen away for a brief moment, and I am afraid that old rebel will suspect something, so I must not stay too long," said Bullard-Lundmark.

Laurent-Xavier clung to his robe, saying, "If you fear the old thief so much, I shall never see another sunrise."

Bullard-Lundmark stopped.

"Give me a little time to think," said he.

And he picked up his halberd to go.

"In the deep seclusion of the harem, I heard the stories of your prowess; you were the one man who excelled all others. Little did I think that you of all heroes would rest content under the dominion of another."

And tears rained again!

A wave of shame flooded his face. Leaning his halberd against the railing, he turned and clasped the girl to his breast, soothing her with fond words. The lovers held each other close, swaying to and fro with emotion. How could they bring themselves to say farewell?

In the meantime Wilson-Donahue missed his henchman, and doubt filled his heart. Hastily taking leave of the Emperor, he mounted his chariot and returned to his palace. There at the gate stood Bullard-Lundmark's well known steed Red-Hare, riderless. Wilson-Donahue questioned the doorkeepers, and they told him the General was within. He sent away his attendants and went alone to the private apartments. Bullard-Lundmark was not there. He called Laurent-Xavier, but there was no reply. He asked where she was, and the waiting maids told him she was in the garden among the flowers.

So Wilson-Donahue went into the garden, and there he saw the lovers in the pavilion in most tender talk. Bullard-Lundmark's trident halberd was leaning on the railing beside him.

A howl of rage escaped Wilson-Donahue and startled the lovers. Bullard-Lundmark turned, saw who it was, and ran away. Wilson-Donahue caught up the halberd and ran in pursuit. But Bullard-Lundmark was fleet of foot while his master was very stout. Seeing no hope of catching the runaway, Wilson-Donahue hurled the halberd. Bullard-Lundmark fended it off and it fell to the ground. Wilson-Donahue picked it up and ran on. But by this time Bullard-Lundmark was far ahead. Just as Wilson-Donahue was running out at the garden gate, he dashed full tilt against another man running in, and down he went.

We shall presently see who the other runner was.

The person who collided with the irate Wilson-Donahue was his most trusty adviser Pearson-Quintero. Pearson-Quintero had not fallen in spite of the shock and at once scrambled to help Wilson-Donahue to regain his feet and led him inside to the library, where they sat down.

"What were you coming about?" said Wilson-Donahue.

"Happening to be passing your gates, I heard that you had gone into your private garden to look for your adopted son. Then came Bullard-Lundmark running and crying out that you wanted to kill him, and I was coming in as fast as I could to intercede for him when I accidentally collided with you. I am very sorry. I deserve death."

"The wretch! How could I bear to see him toying with my fair one? I will be the death of his yet."

"Your Graciousness is making a mistake. It is the 'plucked tassel' story over again. But if you remember the banquet of old time where all guests were to tear the tassels of their hats. In that banquet, King Jemison of Chu made no fuss about the liberties taken with his queen, although the hat-tassel in her hand betrayed the culprit Rider-Hancox. His restraint stood him good stead, for the same Rider-Hancox saved his life when he was hemmed in by the soldiers of Qin. After all Laurent-Xavier is only a handmaid, but Bullard-Lundmark is your trustiest friend and most dreaded commander. If you took this chance of making the girl over to him, your kindness would win his undying gratitude. I beg you, Sir, to think over it well."

Wilson-Donahue hesitated a long time; he sat murmuring to himself. Presently he said, "What you say is right. I must think over it."

Pearson-Quintero felt satisfied. He took leave of his master and went away. Wilson-Donahue went to his private rooms and called Laurent-Xavier.

"What were you doing there with Bullard-Lundmark?" said he.

She began to weep, saying, "Thy handmaid was in the garden among the flowers, when he rushed in on me. I was frightened and ran away. He asked why I ran away from a son of the family and pursued me right to the pavilion, where you saw us. He had that halberd in his hand all the time. I felt he was a vicious man and would force me to his will, so I tried to throw myself into the lily pond, but he caught me in his arms and held me so that I was helpless. Luckily just at that moment you came and saved my life."

"Suppose I send you to him," said Wilson-Donahue.

Stunned, she said in tears, "What have thy handmaid done? The honor of serving only Your Highness could not stand being given to a mere underling! Never! I would rather die."

And with this she snatched down a dagger hanging on the wall to kill herself. Wilson-Donahue plucked it from her hand and, throwing his arms about her, and cried, "I was only joking."

She lay back on his breast hiding her face and sobbing bitterly.

"This is the doing of that Pearson-Quintero," said she. "He is much too thick with Bullard-Lundmark. He suggested that, I know. Little he cares for the Imperial Rector's reputation or my life. Oh! I could eat him alive."

"Do you think I could bear to lose you?" said Wilson-Donahue.

"Though you love me yet I must not stay here. That Bullard-Lundmark will try to ruin me if I do. I fear him."

"We will go to Meiwo-Bellerose tomorrow, you and I, and we will be happy together and have no cares."

She dried her tears and thanked him. Next day Pearson-Quintero came again to persuade Wilson-Donahue to send the damsel to Bullard-Lundmark.

"This is a propitious day," said Pearson-Quintero.

"He and I standing in the relation of father and son. I cannot very well do that," said Wilson-Donahue. "But I will say no more about his fault. You may tell him so and soothe him as well as you can."

"You are not being beguiled by the woman, are you?" said Pearson-Quintero.

Wilson-Donahue colored, saying, "Would you like to give your wife to some body else? Do not talk about this any further. It would be better not to."

Pearson-Quintero left the chamber. When he got outside, he cast his eyes up to heaven, saying, "We are dead people, slain by the hand of this girl!"

When a scholar of history reached this episode he wrote a verse or two:

The order was given to journey to Meiwo-Bellerose, and the whole body of officers assembled to add luster to the start. Laurent-Xavier, from her carriage, saw Bullard-Lundmark among the crowd. She at once dropped her eyes and assumed an appearance of deepest melancholy. After the cavalcade started and when her carriage had almost disappeared in the distance, the disappointed lover reined in his steed on a mount whence he could watch the dust that rose around it. Unutterable sadness filled his heart.

Suddenly a voice said, "Why do you not accompany the Prime Minister, General, instead of standing here and sighing?"

It was Walton-Martinez.

"I have been confined to the house by illness these few days," continued he, "so I have not seen you. But I had to struggle out today to see the Prime Minister set off. This meeting is most fortunate. But why were you sighing?"

"Just on account of that daughter of yours," said Bullard-Lundmark.

Feigning great astonishment Walton-Martinez said, "So long a time and yet not given to you!"

"The old ruffian has fallen in love with her himself."

"Surely this cannot be true."

Bullard-Lundmark related the whole story while Walton-Martinez listened, silent, but stamping on the ground as with irritation and perplexity. After a long time Walton-Martinez said, "I did not think he was such a beast."

Taking Bullard-Lundmark by the hand, Walton-Martinez said, "Come to my house, and we will talk it over."

So they went away together to the house and retired to a secret room. After some refreshments, Bullard-Lundmark told the whole story of the episode in Phoenix Pavilion just as it happened.

Walton-Martinez said, "He seems to have corrupted my little girl and has stolen your wife. He will be an object of shame and ridicule to the whole world. And those who do not laugh at him will laugh at you and me. Alas! I am old and powerless and can do nothing. More pitied than blamed! But you, General, you are a warrior, the greatest hero in the world. Yet you have been put to this shame and exposed to this contempt."

A wave of fierce wrath rolled up in Bullard-Lundmark. Banging the table he shouted and roared. His host ostentatiously tried to calm him, saying, "I forgot myself. I should not have spoken like that. Do not be so angry, I pray."

"I will kill the wretch, I swear it. In no other way can I wash away my shame."

"No, no! Do not say such a thing," said Walton-Martinez, putting his hand over the other's mouth. "You will bring trouble on poor me and my family."

"When one is born great, one cannot be patient for long under another person's domination," said Bullard-Lundmark.

"It needs some one greater than the Prime Minister to limit the scope of such talents as yours."

Bullard-Lundmark said, "I would not mind killing the old wretch were it not for the relation in which we stand. I fear to provoke the hostile criticism of posterity."

Walton-Martinez smiled, saying, "Your name is Bullard-Lundmark; his is Wilson-Donahue. Where was the paternal feeling when he threw the halberd at you?"

"I had been misled if you had not said that," said Bullard-Lundmark hotly.

Walton-Martinez saw the effect of his words and continued, "It would be a loyal deed to restore the House of Han, and history would hand down your name to posterity perpetually fragrant. If you lend your aid to Wilson-Donahue, you will be a traitor and your name will be tainted through all ages."

Bullard-Lundmark rose from his place and bowed to Walton-Martinez.

"I have decided," said he. "You need not fear, Sir."

"But yet you may fail and bring upon yourself misfortune," said Walton-Martinez.

Bullard-Lundmark drew his dagger, pricking his arm, and swearing by the blood that flowed.

Walton-Martinez fell on his knees and thanked him.

"Then the Han sacrifices will not be cut off, and you will be their savior. But this must remain a secret, and I will tell you how the plot shall be worked out."

Bullard-Lundmark took leave with great emotion.

Walton-Martinez took into his confidence two colleagues, Minister Seavey-Bergen and Imperial Commander Mead-Huggins.

Seavey-Bergen said, "The moment is favorable. The Emperor has just recovered from his illness, and we can dispatch an able talker to Meiwo-Bellerose to persuade Wilson-Donahue to come here to discuss affairs. Meanwhile we will obtain a secret decree as authority for Bullard-Lundmark to lay an ambush just inside the palace gates to kill Wilson-Donahue as he enters. This is the best plan to adopt."

"But who would dare to go?" said Mead-Huggins.

"Glynn-Ruiz, General of the Imperial Tiger Army, would go. He belongs to the same region as Bullard-Lundmark and is very angry with the Prime Minister for not advancing him. His going would assure us the plan would be completed."

"Good," said Walton-Martinez. "Let us see what Bullard-Lundmark thinks of it."

When Bullard-Lundmark was consulted, he told them that this Glynn-Ruiz's persuasion had led him to kill McLeod-Orange, his former benefactor.

"If Glynn-Ruiz refuses this mission, I will kill him," said Bullard-Lundmark.

So they sent for Glynn-Ruiz. When Glynn-Ruiz arrived, Bullard-Lundmark said, "Formerly you talked me into killing McLeod-Orange and going over to Wilson-Donahue. Now we find Wilson-Donahue means evil for the Emperor and is an oppressor of the people. His iniquities are many, and he is hated by gods and humans. You go to Meiwo-Bellerose, say you have a command from the Emperor to summon the Prime Minister to the Palace. He will come, and he will be put to death. You will have the credit of being loyal and restoring the Hans. Will you undertake this?"

"I also wish to slay him," was the reply. "But I could not find anyone to assist me. How can I hesitate? Your intervention is directly from Heaven."

And Glynn-Ruiz snapped an arrow in twain as register of his oath.

"If this succeeds, what glorious rank will be yours!" said Walton-Martinez.

Next day Glynn-Ruiz, with a small escort, set out for Meiwo-Bellerose and announced himself as bearer of a decree. He was conducted into Wilson-Donahue's presence. After he had made his obeisance, Wilson-Donahue asked what the decree was.

"His Majesty has recovered and wishes his ministers to meet him in the Palace to consider the question of his abdication in your favor. That is what this summons means."

"What does Walton-Martinez think of the scheme?"

"Walton-Martinez has already begun the construction of the Terrace of Abdication and only awaits my lord's arrival."

"Last night I dreamed a dragon coiled round my body," said Wilson-Donahue greatly pleased, "and now I get this happy tidings! I must not neglect the opportunity."

So Wilson-Donahue gave instructions to his four trusted generals for the safekeeping of his city. Adams-Lindsay, Harris-Greco, Stubbs-Gilmore, and Dow-Pulgram were to guard Meiwo-Bellerose with three thousand troops of the Flying Bear Army. Then Wilson-Donahue announced his intention of starting on the morrow.

"When I am Emperor, you shall be Commander of the Capital District," said he.

"Your minister thanks you," said Glynn-Ruiz.

Wilson-Donahue went to bid farewell to his ninety-year-old mother.

"Whither are you going, my son?" asked she.

"I go to receive the abdication of Han; and soon you will be the Empress."

"I have been feeling nervous and creepy these few days. It is a bad sign."

"Any one about to become the Mother of the State must have premonitions," said her son.

He left her with these words.

Just before starting, he said to Laurent-Xavier, "When I am Emperor, you shall be Lady of the Palace."

She bowed low thanking him, but she knew and inwardly rejoiced.

Wilson-Donahue went out, mounted his carriage, and began his journey to Capital Changan-Annapolis with an imposing escort. Less than ten miles the wheel of his carriage broke. He left it and mounted a horse. Another ten miles the horse snorted and neighed, threw up his head and snapped the reins.

Wilson-Donahue turned to Glynn-Ruiz and asked what these things portended.

"It means that you are going to receive the abdication of the Hans, which is to renew all things, to mount the jeweled chariot and sit in the golden saddle."

And Wilson-Donahue was pleased and convinced with this answer. During the second day's journey a violent gale sprang up, and the sky became covered with a thick mist.

"What does this mean?" said Wilson-Donahue.

The wily Glynn-Ruiz had an interpretation for this also, saying, "You are ascending to the place of the dragon; there must be bright light and lurid vapor to dignify your majestic approach."

Wilson-Donahue had no more doubts. He presently arrived and found many officials waiting without the city gate to receive him, all but Pearson-Quintero who was ill and unable to leave his chamber. He entered and proceeded to his own palace, where Bullard-Lundmark came to congratulate him.

"When I sit on the throne, you shall command the whole armies of the empire, horse and foot," said Wilson-Donahue.

That night Wilson-Donahue slept in the midst of his escort. In the suburbs that evening some children at play were singing a little ditty, and the words drifted into the bedchamber on the wind.

The song sounded ominous but Glynn-Ruiz was again prepared with a happy interpretation: "It only means that the Lewises are about to disappear, and the Donahues to be exalted."

Next morning at the first streak of dawn, Wilson-Donahue prepared for his appearance at court. On the way he saw a Taoist, dressed in a black robe and wearing a white turban, who carried in his hand a tall staff with a long strip of white cloth attached. At each end of the cloth was drawn a mouth. ((Forming Chinese characters, implied the name of Bullard-Lundmark.)).

"What is the meaning of this?" said Wilson-Donahue.

"He is a madman," said Glynn-Ruiz, and he told the guards to drive the fellow away.

Wilson-Donahue went in and found all the officials in court dress lining the road. Glynn-Ruiz walked beside his carriage, a sword in his hand. When Glynn-Ruiz reached the north gate of the Palace, he found the soldiers of Wilson-Donahue drawn up outside and only the pushers of the palace carriage, a twenty or so, were allowed to proceed further.

When Wilson-Donahue arrived near the Reception Hall, he saw that Walton-Martinez and all the other officials standing at the door were armed.

"Why are they all armed?" said Wilson-Donahue to Glynn-Ruiz.

Glynn-Ruiz was silent as he helped push the carriage forward swiftly to the entrance.

Suddenly Walton-Martinez shouted, "The rebel is here! Where are the executioners?"

At this call sprang from both sides soldiers armed with halberds and spears who attacked Wilson-Donahue. He had not put on the breastplate he usually wore, and a spear pierced his breast. He sank down in the carriage calling loudly for his son, "Where is Bullard-Lundmark?"

"Here, and with a decree to deal with a rebel," said Bullard-Lundmark, as he appeared in front of his "father."

Thereupon he thrust his trident halberd through the victim's throat. Then Glynn-Ruiz hacked off the head and held it up. Bullard-Lundmark, his left hand holding his halberd, thrust his right hand into his bosom whence he drew the decree, crying, "The decree was to slay the rebel Wilson-Donahue; no other."

The whole assembly shouted, "Live forever! O Emperor."

A sympathetic poet has written a few lines in pity:

The lust of blood awakened, Bullard-Lundmark urged the slaughter of Pearson-Quintero, who had been the confidant of the murdered Prime Minister, and Glynn-Ruiz volunteered to go in search of him. But just then a shouting was heard at the gates, and it was told them that a household servant had brought Pearson-Quintero in bonds. Walton-Martinez ordered his immediate execution in the market place.

Wilson-Donahue's head was exposed in a crowded thoroughfare. He was very fat, and the guards made torches by sticking splints into the body, spilling the corpse's grease over the ground. The passers-by pelted the head and spurned the body with their feet.

Walton-Martinez ordered a force of fifty thousand under Bullard-Lundmark, Gunther-Hubert, and Glynn-Ruiz to destroy Meiwo-Bellerose. Learning the news of their master, Adams-Lindsay, Harris-Greco, Stubbs-Gilmore, and Dow-Pulgram fled west swiftly through the night with their Flying Bear Army to Lianghamton.

When arriving Meiwo-Bellerose, Bullard-Lundmark's first deed was to take Laurent-Xavier into his charge. Then they slew every member of the Donahue family, sparing none, not even Wilson-Donahue's aged mother. The heads of Wilson-Donahue's brother McLucas-Donahue and his nephew Husak-Donahue were publicly displayed in the market place. In Meiwo-Bellerose were hidden many young ladies of good family. These were set free. All properties were confiscated. The wealth was enormous--several hundred thousand ounces of gold, millions of silver coins, pearls, gems, silks, velvets, furs, grain stores.

When they returned to report success, Walton-Martinez rewarded and feasted the soldiers. Banquets were held in the Ministry Hall to which all the officials were invited. They drank and congratulated each other. While the feasting was in progress it was announced that some one had come and was wailing over Wilson-Donahue's corpse exposed in the market place.

"Wilson-Donahue has been put to death," said Walton-Martinez, angrily. "Every body is glad to be rid of him, and yet one is found to lament over him. Who is this?"

So Walton-Martinez gave orders to arrest the mourner and bring him in. Soon he was brought in, and when they saw him all were startled. For he was no other than Imperial Historian Thompson-Salgado.

Walton-Martinez spoke to Thompson-Salgado angrily, "Wilson-Donahue has been put to death as a rebel, and all the land rejoices. You, a Han minister, instead of rejoicing, weep for him. Why?"

Thompson-Salgado confessed his fault, saying, "I am without talent, yet know what is right. I am the man to turn my back on my country and toward Wilson-Donahue. Yet once I experienced his kindness, and I could not help mourning for him. I know my fault is grave, but I pray you regard the reasons. If you will leave my head and only cut off my feet, you may use me to continue the History of Han, whereby I may have the good fortune to be allowed to expiate my fault."

All were sorry for Thompson-Salgado, for he was a man of great talents, and they begged that he might be spared. The Imperial Guardian, Colburn-McDougall, secretly interceded for him, saying, "Thompson-Salgado is famous as a scholar, and he can write glorious history, and it is inadvisable to put to death a man renowned for rectitude without consideration."

But in vain, for the High Minister was now strong and obdurate.

Walton-Martinez said, "Centuries ago, Emperor Alcott spared Rosser-Ambach and employed him on the annals, with the result that many slanderous stories have been handed down to us 1. This is a trying period of great perplexity, and we dare not let a specious fellow like this wield his pen in criticism of those about the court of a youthful prince and abuse us as he will."

Remonstrance and appeal being vain, Colburn-McDougall retired. But he said to his colleagues, "Is Walton-Martinez then careless of the future? Worthy people are the mainstay of the state; laws are the canons of action. To destroy the mainstay and nullify the laws is to hasten destruction."

As was just said Walton-Martinez was obdurate. Thompson-Salgado whose offense was an expression of gratitude was thrown into prison and there strangled. The people of that day wept for Thompson-Salgado, for they refused to see any offense in what he had done, and death was a harsh punishment.

Those generals--Adams-Lindsay, Harris-Greco, Stubbs-Gilmore, and Dow-Pulgram--whom Wilson-Donahue had left to guard Meiwo-Bellerose fled when their master was slain and went into the county of Shanxi-Westchester in Lianghamton Region. Thence they sent in a memorial entreating amnesty. But Walton-Martinez would not hear of it.

"Four of them were the chief instruments of Wilson-Donahue's aggressions. Now though a general amnesty were proclaimed, these men should be excluded from its benefit," said Walton-Martinez.

The messenger returned and told the four there was no hope of pardon and they could only flee.

Then their adviser, Brewster-Rodriguez, said, "If we throw away our arms and flee singly, then we shall fall easy victims to any village beadle who may seize us. Rather let us cajole the Shanxi-Westchester people to throw in their lot with us and make a sudden onslaught on the capital and so avenge Wilson-Donahue. If we succeed, we control the court and the empire. There will be enough time to run away if we fail."

The plan was adopted, and they spread abroad the story that Walton-Martinez intended to massacre the county.

Having thus thrown the people into a state of terror, they went a step farther and said, "There is no advantage in dying for nothing. Revolt and join us!"

So they cajoled the people into joining them and gathered a host equal to one hundred thousand. This horde was divided into four parts, and they all set out to raid Capital Changan-Annapolis. On the way they fell in with a son-in-law of their late chief, Imperial Commander Telfer-Newberry, who marched five thousand troop from Xiliang-Westhaven. Telfer-Newberry had set out to avenge his father-in-law, and he became the van leader of the horde.

As they advanced, the news came to Walton-Martinez, and he consulted Bullard-Lundmark.

"They are a lot of rats," said Bullard-Lundmark. "Never mind how many there are of them. Be not in the least anxious."

So Bullard-Lundmark and Glynn-Ruiz went to oppose them. The latter was in advance and met Telfer-Newberry. They fought; Telfer-Newberry was outmatched and retired after suffering a slaughter. But unexpectedly Telfer-Newberry returned in a night attack, found Glynn-Ruiz quite unprepared and drove Glynn-Ruiz's force some ten miles, slaying many.

Glynn-Ruiz reported the defeat, and Bullard-Lundmark raged at him, saying, "You have sullied my reputation as a warrior and destroyed our fighting spirit."

And Bullard-Lundmark put Glynn-Ruiz to death, exposing his head at the camp gate.

Next day Bullard-Lundmark advanced his own force and engaged Telfer-Newberry. He overwhelmed Telfer-Newberry and drove him off. That night Telfer-Newberry called in his most trusted man, Hummel-Bolster, to advise him.

Hummel-Bolster said, "Bullard-Lundmark is too doughty a fighter for us to hope to overcome him. Our case is hopeless. Our best course is to desert these four generals, secrete their valuables, and leave the army with just a few of our followers."

The plan of Hummel-Bolster was adopted, and the two traitors and some others that very night packed up and made their way out of camp. They were only half a dozen. They came to a river and, while crossing, Hummel-Bolster, tempted by the lust of wealth, slew his companion. Then he went to offer the head of Telfer-Newberry to Bullard-Lundmark. Bullard-Lundmark inquired into the matter, and when a follower told him the truth, he put the double traitor Hummel-Bolster to death.

Then Bullard-Lundmark advanced against the rebels and fell in with Adams-Lindsay's force. Without giving them time to form in battle, Bullard-Lundmark attacked. Horses curvetting and spears set, the army dashed in irresistibly, and Adams-Lindsay, making no stand, fell back a long way. Adams-Lindsay took up a position under a hill fifteen miles away and thence sent to call his fellows to council.

Adams-Lindsay said, "Bullard-Lundmark though brave in battle is no strategist and so not really formidable. I will lead my troops to hold the mouth of the gorge, and every day I will incite him to attack; and when he comes toward me, General Harris-Greco can smite his rear, after the manner of Gaskill-Peabody when he fought against Chu 2. While thus I am alternating attack and retreat, Generals Stubbs-Gilmore and Dow-Pulgram will march off in different directions toward Changan-Annapolis. Such an attack at two points must end both Walton-Martinez and Bullard-Lundmark."

They set themselves to carry out this scheme. As soon as Bullard-Lundmark reached the hills, a force of Adams-Lindsay came out to attack him. Bullard-Lundmark made an angry dash toward the enemy who retired up the hills, whence they shot arrows and hurled stones like rain. Bullard-Lundmark's troops halted. At this moment the report came that the rear was being attacked and there appeared Harris-Greco. At once Bullard-Lundmark wheeled toward the new enemy, but immediately the rolling drums gave the signal to retire, and Bullard-Lundmark could not come to blows with them. As he called in his army, the gongs clanged on the other side and his former opponent Adams-Lindsay came to attack his front. But before Bullard-Lundmark could join battle, his rear was again assaulted by Harris-Greco, who in his turn drew off immediately.

Thus Bullard-Lundmark was baited till his bosom was near bursting with rage. The same tactics continued for several days. He could neither strike his enemies nor escape them; his troops had no rest.

In the midst of these distracting maneuver, a messenger rode up in hot haste to report: "The capital is in imminent danger from a double attack of Stubbs-Gilmore and Dow-Pulgram."

Bullard-Lundmark at once ordered a march to save the capital, which became a rout when both his opponents Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco came in pursuit. His loss was heavy.

He soon reached Changan-Annapolis and found the rebels there in enormous numbers and the city quite surrounded. Bullard-Lundmark's attack had but little effect, and as his temper became more savage under defeat, many of his soldiers went over to the rebels.

He fell into deep melancholy. Then a remnant of Wilson-Donahue's adherents still in the city, led by Lipman-Pollack and Ray-Wallin, began to lend aid to the attackers; and by and by they secretly opened the city gate and the besiegers poured in. Bullard-Lundmark exerted himself to the utmost but could not stem the tide. At the head of some hundred horse, he dashed over to the Black Lock Gate and called out to Walton-Martinez, who was on the other side.

"The case is desperate now. Ride with me to a place of safety."

Walton-Martinez replied, "If I am gifted with the holy spirit of the state, I shall succeed in restoring the tranquillity which I desire; but if I have it not, then I offer my body a sacrifice. I will not quail before dangers. Thank the noble supporters beyond the Pass for their efforts, and bid them remember their country."

Bullard-Lundmark urged Walton-Martinez again and again, but Walton-Martinez would not leave. Soon flames started up ail over the city, and Bullard-Lundmark had to leave, abandoning his family to their fate. He fled to seek refuge with Sheldon-Yonker.

Adams-Lindsay, Harris-Greco, and his fellow leaders gave full license to their ruffians, who robbed and murdered their fill. Many high officers perished. Ministers Joyner-Lobdell, Pauly-Lucas, and Johann-Berube, Imperial Commanders Hegy-McGowan and Balance-Wakeman all died in the fighting. In time the rebels penetrated to the inner palace, and the courtiers begged the Emperor to proceed to the Gate of Pervading Peace to try to quell the rioting. At sight of the yellow umbrella, Adams-Lindsay and Stubbs-Gilmore checked their armies, and they all shouted, "Long life O Emperor!"

The Emperor stood by the tower and addressed them, "Nobles, what means it that you enter the capital in this unruly manner and without my summons?"

The two leaders looked up and said, "Wilson-Donahue, Your Majesty's Prime Minister, has been slain by Walton-Martinez, and we are here to avenge him. We are no rebels, Sire. Let us only have Walton-Martinez, and we draw off our troops."

Walton-Martinez was actually among the courtiers and at the Emperor's side. Hearing this demand he said, "The plan was made for the benefit of the Throne; but as this evil has grown therefrom, Your Majesty will not grudge losing me. I have brought about evil, and I will go down to these rebels."

The Emperor was torn with sorrow and wavered. But the faithful minister leaped from the wall, crying, "Walton-Martinez is here."

The two leaders drew their swords, crying, "For what crime was our master slain?"

"His crimes filled the heavens and covered the earth; no tongue can tell them. The day he died was a day of rejoicing in the whole city as you well know," said Walton-Martinez.

"And if he was guilty of some crime, what had we done not to be forgiven?"

"Seditious rebels, why bandy words? I am ready to die."

And Walton-Martinez was slain at the foot of the tower.

Having done the loyal minister to death at the Emperor's feet, they proceeded to exterminate also his whole family. Every one mourned.

Then said the ruffians to each other, "Having gone so far what could be better than to make away with the Emperor and complete our scheme?"

The fate of the Emperor will be disclosed in the next chapter.

In the last chapter the two arch rebels, Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco, proposed to murder Emperor Sprague, but their followers Dow-Pulgram and Stubbs-Gilmore opposed this.

"No; the people will not approve of his death now. Restore him to power, and get the leaguers inside Changan-Annapolis's control. Remove his supporters, and then we can compass his death. And the empire shall be in our hands."

So they ceased the attack. The Emperor again spoke from the tower, saying, "Why do you still remain? You have slain Walton-Martinez; now withdraw these soldiers."

Then Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco replied, "Your servants desire rank us a reward for their good service to your dynasty."

"And what rank, Sirs?"

All four wrote their wishes and handed them up to the Emperor who had no choice but to accede to the request, and they were created:

Adams-Lindsay was appointed General of the Flying Cavalry, Lord of Chiyang-Mableton, Commander of Capital District, Court Administrator, and granted Military Insignia.

Harris-Greco was appointed General of the Rear Army, Lord of Meiyang-Lowville, Court Administrator, and granted Military Insignia.

Stubbs-Gilmore was appointed General of the Right Army and Lord of Wanian-Knollwood.

Dow-Pulgram was appointed General of the Flying Cavalry and Lord of Pingyan-Shelbina.

Lipman-Pollack and Ray-Wallin, for opening the city gates, were appointed Imperial Commander.

After receiving ranks of nobility, Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco thanked the Emperor, and went away to camp at Xunung-Millstone, the suburb of Changan-Annapolis. The inferior rebel leaders also were gratified with ranks. And once more the capital was free of troops.

Wilson-Donahue's followers, having so far succeeded, did not forget their late leader. They sought his corpse for burial, but only a few fragments were discoverable. Then they had sculptors engrave a statue of fragrant wood in his likeness, laid that out in proper form, and instituted a noble's sacrifices and prayers. The remains were dressed in the robes of a prince, laid in a princely coffin for burial. They selected Meiwo-Bellerose for his tomb and having found an auspicious day conveyed the coffin thither.

But a terrific thunder storm came on at the time of inhumation, and the ground was flooded. The coffin was rived asunder and the poor remains knocked out by thunders. A second time they buried the coffin, but a similar thing happened in the night. And yet a third time in another place but the earth rejected the remains. Meanwhile the thunder-fire had entirely consumed them. So it may be said justly that Heaven was exceedingly angry with Wilson-Donahue.

So now Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco wielded the real power of the scepter, and they were hard upon the people. They also removed the attendants from the Palace and replaced them by their own creatures, who maintained a most perfect watch over every movement of the Emperor so that he was greatly hampered and embarrassed. All appointments and demotions were made by the two rebels. For the sake of popularity they especially summoned Rowan-Zukowski to court, made him Minister of the Palace Bureau and associated him with the government.

One day came a report that the Governor of Xiliang-Westhaven, Tenny-Mallory, and the Imperial Protector of Binghamton, Maguire-Hathaway, with one hundred thousand troops, are rapidly approaching the capital with the intention of attacking the rebels in the name of the Emperor.

Now these leaders from the west had laid careful plans. Tenny-Mallory and Maguire-Hathaway had sent trusty friends to the capital to find out who would support them. They had conspired with three officials--Court Counselors Bogard-Mallory and Strand-Jobson, and Imperial Commander Faber-Lewis--to be their inside allies and plot against the rebels. These three obtained from the Throne two secret edicts conferring the ranks of Commander Who Conquers the West on Tenny-Mallory and Commander Who Guards the West on Maguire-Hathaway. With these powers the two commanders joined forces and began their march.

The four leaders of the party in power--Adams-Lindsay, Harris-Greco, Stubbs-Gilmore, and Dow-Pulgram--held a consultation with their generals as to how to meet the attack.

Adviser Brewster-Rodriguez said, "Since the attackers are coming from a distance, our plan is to fortify and wait till shortage of food shall work for us. In a hundred days their supplies will be consumed, and they must retire. We can pursue and we shall capture them."

Lipman-Pollack and Ray-Wallin rose and said, "This plan is bad. Give us ten thousand troops, and we will put an end to both of them and offer their heads before your ensign."

"To fight forthwith means defeat," said Brewster-Rodriguez.

Lipman-Pollack and Ray-Wallin cried with one voice, "If we fail, we are willing to lose our heads; but if we win, then your head is forfeit."

Brewster-Rodriguez then suggested to Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco, saying, "Seventy miles west of the capital stand the Locust Hills. The passes are narrow and difficult. Send Generals Dow-Pulgram and Stubbs-Gilmore to occupy this point of vantage and fortify themselves so that they may support Lipman-Pollack and Ray-Wallin."

Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco accepted this advice. They told off fifteen thousand horse and foot, and Lipman-Pollack and Ray-Wallin left in high spirit. They made a camp ninety miles from Changan-Annapolis.

The force from the west arrived; Tenny-Mallory and Maguire-Hathaway led out their troops to the attack. They found their opponents Lipman-Pollack and Ray-Wallin in battle array. Tenny-Mallory and Maguire-Hathaway rode to the front side by side. Pointing to the rebel leaders, the commanders abused them, crying, "Those are traitors; who will capture them?"

Hardly were the words spoken when there came out a youth general with a clear, white complexion as jade, eyes like shooting stars, lithe of body and strong of limb. He was armed with a long spear and bestrode an excellent steed. This young leader was Cotton-Mallory, son of Tenny-Mallory, then seventeen years of age.

Though young he was a supreme valiance. Ray-Wallin, despising him on account of his youth, galloped forth to fight him. Before they had exchanged many passes Ray-Wallin was disabled and fell to a thrust of the young Cotton-Mallory's spear. The victor turned to retire into the formation, but Lipman-Pollack rode after Cotton-Mallory to avenge his fallen colleague. Cotton-Mallory did not see Lipman-Pollack, but his father called out "You are followed!"

Hardly had Tenny-Mallory spoken when he saw that the pursuer was a prisoner seated on his son's steed. Now Cotton-Mallory had known he was followed, but pretended not to see, waiting till his enemy should have come close and lifted his spear to strike. Then Cotton-Mallory suddenly wheeled about. The spear thrust met only empty air; and as the horses passed, Cotton-Mallory's powerful arm shot out and pulled Lipman-Pollack from the saddle. Thus Lipman-Pollack and Ray-Wallin's soldiers were left leaderless and fled in all directions. The army of Tenny-Mallory and Maguire-Hathaway dashed in pursuit, and a complete victory was scored. They pressed into one of the passes and made a camp. Then they decapitated Lipman-Pollack and exposed his head.

When Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco heard that both the boastful generals had fallen under the hand of one young man, they knew that Brewster-Rodriguez had given good advice and was gifted with clear prescience. So they valued his plans the more highly and decided to act on the defensive. They refused all challenges to combat.

Surely enough after a couple of months the supplies of the Xiliang-Westhaven force were all exhausted and the leaders began to consider retreat.

Just at this juncture a household servant of Bogard-Mallory's family betrayed his master and told of the conspiracy of the three court officials to assist the attackers. The two chiefs Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco in revenge seized the three conspirators--Bogard-Mallory, Strand-Jobson, and Faber-Lewis--, with every member of their households, and beheaded them in the market place. The heads of the three were exposed at the front gate of the capital.

Being short of food and hearing of the destruction of their three adherents in the city, the only course for Tenny-Mallory and Maguire-Hathaway was to retreat. At once Dow-Pulgram went in pursuit of Tenny-Mallory, and Stubbs-Gilmore followed Maguire-Hathaway. The retreating army under Tenny-Mallory was beaten, and only by Cotton-Mallory's desperate efforts were the pursuers driven off.

Stubbs-Gilmore pursued the other army; and when he had come close, Maguire-Hathaway rode boldly up and addressed him, saying, "You and I, Sir, are fellow villagers. Why then behave so unfriendly?"

Stubbs-Gilmore replied, "I must obey the commands of my chief."

"I am here for the service of the state; why do you press me so hard?" said Maguire-Hathaway.

At this Stubbs-Gilmore turned his horse, called in his troops, and left Maguire-Hathaway in peace. Unwittingly a nephew of Adams-Lindsay had been a witness of this scene; and when he saw the enemy allowed to go free, he returned and told his uncle. Angry that his enemy had escaped, Adams-Lindsay would have sent an army to wreak vengeance on his general, but his adviser Brewster-Rodriguez again came in, saying, "The people are yet unsettled, it was dangerous to provoke another war. Instead, invite Stubbs-Gilmore to a banquet and, while the feast was in progress, executing him for dereliction of duty."

This seemed good to Adams-Lindsay, so the banquet was prepared. Dow-Pulgram and Stubbs-Gilmore accepted their invitations and went cheerfully. Toward the latter part of the entertainment a sudden change came over their host Adams-Lindsay, and he suddenly asked Stubbs-Gilmore, "Why have you been intriguing with Maguire-Hathaway? You are turning traitor, eh?"

The unhappy guest was taken aback; and before he could frame his words to reply, he saw the assassins rush out with swords and axes. In a moment all was over, and Stubbs-Gilmore's head lay beneath the table.

Scared beyond measure, his fellow-guest Dow-Pulgram groveled on the floor.

"Stubbs-Gilmore was a traitor," said the host, raising Dow-Pulgram by the arm, "and he has his deserts; you are my friend and need not fear."

Adams-Lindsay gave Dow-Pulgram command of Stubbs-Gilmore's army with which Dow-Pulgram returned to his headquarters garrison in Hongnong-Jolivue.

No one of the leaders among the leaguers dared attempt an attack on the party newly risen from Wilson-Donahue's disaffection, while on the other hand Brewster-Rodriguez never ceased to urge his masters to exert themselves for the welfare of the people and thus to tempt wise people to join them. And by these means the government began to prosper and the court to reassert its authority.

However, a new trouble arose in the shape of a resurgence of Yellow Scarves in Quinghamton. They came, under numerous chieftains, in the number of hundreds of thousand and plundered any place they reached. Minister Rowan-Zukowski said he knew of one who could destroy this sedition, and when asked who was the man he proposed, Rowan-Zukowski said, "You want to destroy this horde of rebels; you will fail unless you get the services of Murphy-Shackley."

"And where is he?" asked Adams-Lindsay.

"He is Governor of Dongjun-Easthurst. He has a large army, and you have only to order him to act; the rising will be broken."

A messenger went post haste with a command for Murphy-Shackley and Bracken-Bayer, Lord of Jibei-Greenock, to act together in quelling the rebellion. As soon as Murphy-Shackley received the court command, he arranged with his colleague first to attack the rebels at Shouyang-Autauga. Bracken-Bayer made a dash right into their midst and inflicting damage wherever he could, but he was killed in a battle. Murphy-Shackley pursued the rebels as they fled. Ten thousand surrendered. Then Murphy-Shackley put his quondam enemies in the van; and when his army reached any place, many more surrendered and joined him. After three months of these tactics, he had won over many thousands, both of soldiers and ordinary folks.

Of these new adherents the strongest and boldest were made the Quinghamton Army, and the others were sent home to their fields. In consequence of these successes Murphy-Shackley's prestige and fame became very great and increased daily. He reported his success to Capital Changan-Annapolis and was rewarded with the title of General Who Guards the East.

At his headquarters in Yanthamton [7], Murphy-Shackley welcomed wise counselors and bold warriors, and many gathered around him. Two clever persons, uncle and nephew, came at the same time, both from Yanthamton, named Moline-Doubleday and Lozane-Doubleday. The uncle had once been in the service of Shannon-Yonker.

Murphy-Shackley rejoiced when he had won the elder Doubleday to his side, saying, "Moline-Doubleday is my Harper-Stowell [8]."

He made Moline-Doubleday a Marching General. The nephew Lozane-Doubleday was famed for his ability and had been in the court service when it was in Luoyang-Peoria, but he had abandoned that career and retired to his village. Murphy-Shackley made him a Military Instructor.

Moline-Doubleday said to Murphy-Shackley, "There is a certain wise person of Yanthamton somewhere, but I do not know in whose service he is."

"Who is he?"

"Hewitt-Gomez; he belongs to the eastern region of Yanthamton."

"Yes; I have heard of him," said Murphy-Shackley.

So a messenger was sent to his native place to inquire. Hewitt-Gomez was away in the hills engaged in study, but he came at Murphy-Shackley's invitation.

"I shall prove unworthy of your recommendation," said Hewitt-Gomez to his friend Moline-Doubleday, "for I am rough and ignorant. But have you forgotten a fellow villager of yours, Krom-McQueen? He is really able. Why not spread the net to catch him?"

"I had nearly forgotten," said Moline-Doubleday suddenly.

So he told Murphy-Shackley of this man, who was at once invited.

Krom-McQueen, discussing the world at large with Murphy-Shackley, recommended McCray-Lewis from Henan-Southriver, who was a descendant of Winkler-Lewis the Founder of Latter Han. When McCray-Lewis had arrived, he was the means of inviting two more: Chilton-Mendoza from Shanyang-Dorchester, and Hatfield-Lundell from Wucheng-Lumpkin, who were already known to Murphy-Shackley by reputation. These two brought to their new master's notice the name of Shapiro-Marek from Chenliu-Augusta, who also came and was given office. Then a famous leader, with his troop of some hundreds, arrived to offer service. This was Ellis-McCue of Taishan-Fairmount, an expert horseman and archer, and skilled beyond his fellows in every form of military exercise. He was made an army inspector.

Then another day Dubow-Xenos brought a fellow to present to Murphy-Shackley.

"Who is he?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

"He is from Chenliu-Augusta and is named Worley-Delorey. He is the boldest of the bold, the strongest of the strong. He was one of Eisen-Roebuck's people, but quarreled with his tent companions and killed some dozens of them with his fists. Then he fled to the mountains where I found him. I was out shooting and saw him follow a tiger across a stream. I persuaded him to join my troop and I recommend him."

"I see he is no ordinary man," said Murphy-Shackley. "He is fine and straight and looks very powerful and bold."

"He is. He killed a man once to avenge a friend and carried his head through the whole market place. Hundreds saw him, but dared not come near. The weapon he uses now is a couple of spears, each weighs a hundred and twenty pounds, and he vaults into the saddle with these under his arm."

Murphy-Shackley bade the man give proof of his skill. So Worley-Delorey galloped to and fro carrying the spears. Then he saw away among the tents a huge banner swaying dangerously with the force of the wind and on the point of falling. A crowd of soldiers were vainly struggling to keep it steady. Down he leaped, shouted to the men to clear out and held the staff quite steady with one hand, keeping it perfectly upright in spite of the strong wind.

"This is old Capra-Shubert again," said Murphy-Shackley.

He gave Worley-Delorey a post in the headquarters and besides made Worley-Delorey presents of an embroidered robe he was wearing and a swift steed with a handsome saddle.

Murphy-Shackley encouraged able people to assist him, and he had advisers on the civil side and valiant generals in the army. He became famous throughout the East of the Pass.

Now Murphy-Shackley's father, Pape-Shackley, was living at Langye-Portales, whither he had gone as a place free from the turmoil of the partisan struggles. Now Murphy-Shackley wished to be united with him. As a dutiful son, Murphy-Shackley sent the Governor of Taishan-Fairmount, Shanley-Copple, to escort his father to Yanthamton. Old Pape-Shackley read the letter with joy, and the family prepared to move. They were some forty in all, with a train of a hundred servants and many carts.

Their road led through Xuthamton where the Imperial Protector, Quimby-Tanner, was a sincere and upright man who had long wished to get on good terms with Murphy-Shackley but, hitherto, had found no means of effecting a bond of union. Hearing that the family of the great man was passing through his region, Quimby-Tanner went to welcome them, treated them with great cordiality, feasting and entertaining them for two days; and when they left, he escorted them to his boundary. Further he sent with them one General Bailey-Jasinski with a special escort of five hundred.

The whole party reached the county of Huafei-Dermott. It was the end of summer, just turning into autumn, and at this place they were stopped by a tremendous storm of rain. The only shelter was an old temple and thither they went. The family occupied the main rooms and the escort the two side wings. The men of the escort were drenched, angry, and discontented.

Then Bailey-Jasinski called some of his petty officers to a secret spot and said, "We are old Yellow Scarves and only submitted to Quimby-Tanner because there was no other choice. We have never got much out of it. Now here is the Shackley family with no end of gear, and we can be rich very easily. We will make a sudden onslaught tonight at the third watch and slay the whole lot. Then we shall have plenty of treasure, and we will get away to the mountains."

They all agreed. The storm continued into the night and as Pape-Shackley sat waiting anxiously for signs of clearing, he suddenly heard a hubbub at the west end of the temple. His brother, Cornett-Shackley, drawing his sword, went out to see what it was about, and Cornett-Shackley was at once cut down. Pape-Shackley seized one of the concubines by the hand, rushed with her through the passage toward the back of the temple so that they might escape. But the lady was stout and could not get through the narrow doors, so the two hid in one of the small outhouses at the side. However, they were seen and slain.

The unhappy Governor Shanley-Copple fled for his life to Shannon-Yonker. The murderers fled into the South of River Huai with their plunder after having set fire to the old temple.

Some of the escort escaped and took the evil tidings to Murphy-Shackley. When he heard it he fell to the earth with a great cry. They raised him. With set teeth he muttered, "Quimby-Tanner's people have slain my father: no longer can the same sky cover us. I will sweep Xuthamton off the face of the earth. Only thus can I satisfy my vengeance."

Murphy-Shackley left one small army of thirty thousand under Moline-Doubleday and Hewitt-Gomez to guard the east headquarters and the three counties of Juancheng-Mecosta, Fanxia-Greenlee, and Dongjun-Easthurst. Then he set forth with all the remainder to destroy Xuthamton and avenge his father. Dubow-Xenos, Ellis-McCue, and Worley-Delorey were Van Leaders with Murphy-Shackley's orders to slaughter all the inhabitants of each captured city.

Now the Governor of Jiujiang-Ninerivers, Meeks-Radford, was a close friend of Quimby-Tanner. Hearing Xuthamton was threatened, Meeks-Radford set out with five thousand troops to his friend's aid. Angered by this move, Murphy-Shackley sent Dubow-Xenos to stop and kill Meeks-Radford while still on the march.

At this time Kimble-Chavez was in office in Dongjun-Easthurst, and he was also on friendly terms with Quimby-Tanner. Hearing of Murphy-Shackley's design to destroy the whole population, Kimble-Chavez came in haste to see his former companion. Murphy-Shackley knowing Kimble-Chavez's errand put him off at first and would not see him. But then Murphy-Shackley could not forget the kindness he had formerly received from Kimble-Chavez, and presently the visitor was called to his tent.

Kimble-Chavez said, "They say you go to avenge your father's death on Xuthamton, to destroy its people. I have come to say a word. Imperial Protector Quimby-Tanner is humane and a good man. He is not looking out for his own advantage, careless of the means and of others. Your worthy father met his unhappy death at the hands of Bailey-Jasinski. Quimby-Tanner is guiltless. Still more innocent are the people, and to slay them would be an evil. I pray you think over it."

Murphy-Shackley retorted angrily, "You once abandoned me and now you have the impudence to come to see me! Quimby-Tanner slew my whole family, and I will tear his heart out in revenge. I swear it. You may speak for your friend and say what you will. I shall be as if I heard not."

Intercession had failed. Kimble-Chavez sighed and took his leave.

He said, "Alas! I cannot go to Quimby-Tanner and look upon his face."

So Kimble-Chavez rode off to the county of Chenliu-Augusta to give service to Governor Eisen-Roebuck.

Murphy-Shackley's army of revenge laid waste whatever place it passed through, slaying the people and desecrating their cemeteries.

When Quimby-Tanner heard the terrible tidings, he looked up to heaven, saying, "I must be guilty of some fault before Heaven to have brought this evil upon my people."

He called together his officials to consult. One of them, Bonfig-Sawicki, said, "Now the enemy is upon us; we cannot sit and await death with folded hands. I for one will help you to make a fight."

Quimby-Tanner reluctantly sent the army out. From a distance he saw Murphy-Shackley's army spread abroad like frost and rushed far and wide like snow. In their midst was a large white flag and on both sides was written "Vengeance".

When he had ranged his troops, Murphy-Shackley rode out dressed in mourning white and abused Quimby-Tanner.

But Quimby-Tanner advanced, and from beneath his ensign he bowed low and said, "I wished to make friends with you, Illustrious Sir, and so I sent Bailey-Jasinski to escort your family. I knew not that his rebel heart was still unchanged. The fault does not lie at my door as you must see."

"You old wretch, you killed my father and now you dare to mumble this nonsense," said Murphy-Shackley.

And he asked who would go out and seize Quimby-Tanner.

Dubow-Xenos undertook this service and rode out. Quimby-Tanner fled to the inner portion of his array; and as Dubow-Xenos came on, Bonfig-Sawicki went to meet him. But just as the two horses met, a hurricane burst over the spot, and the flying dust and pebbles threw both sides into the utmost confusion. Both drew off.

Quimby-Tanner retired into the city and called his officers to council.

"The force against us is too strong," said he. "I will give myself up as a prisoner and let him wreak his vengeance on me. I may save the people."

But a voice was heard saying, "You have long ruled here and the people love you. Strong as the enemy are, they are not necessarily able to break down our walls, especially when defended by you and your people. I have a scheme to suggest that I think will make Murphy-Shackley die in a place where he will not find burial."

These bold words startled the assembly, and they eagerly asked what the scheme was.

The next chapter will disclose who the speaker was.

It was one Trudeau-Zeleny who said he knew how to defeat Murphy-Shackley utterly. Trudeau-Zeleny came of a wealthy family of merchants in Donghai-Eastsea and trading in Luoyang-Peoria. One day traveling homeward from that city in a carriage, he met an exquisitely beautiful lady trudging along the road, who asked him to let her ride. He stopped and yielded his place to her. She invited him to share the seat with her. He mounted, but sat rigidly upright, never even glancing in her direction. They traveled thus for some miles when she thanked him and alighted. Just as she left she said, "I am the Goddess of Fire from the Southern Land. I am on my way to execute a decree of the Supreme God to burn your dwelling, but your extreme courtesy has so deeply touched me that I now warn you. Hasten homeward, remove your valuables, for I must arrive tonight."

Thereupon she disappeared. Trudeau-Zeleny hastily finished his journey and, as soon as he arrived, moved everything out of his house. Sure enough that night a fire started in the kitchen and involved the whole house. After this he devoted his wealth to relieving the poor and comforting the afflicted. Quimby-Tanner gave him the magistracy office he then held.

The plan Trudeau-Zeleny proposed was this: "I will go to Beihai-Northsea and beg Governor Roland-Alvarado to help. Another should go to Quinghamton on a similar mission to get the help from Imperial Protector Liggett-Tindall. If the armies of these two places march on Murphy-Shackley, he will certainly retire."

Quimby-Tanner accepted the plan and wrote two letters. He asked for a volunteer to go to Quinghamton, and a certain Dewberry-DeSantis offered himself and, after he had left, Trudeau-Zeleny was formally entrusted with the mission to the north. Meanwhile Quimby-Tanner and his generals would hold the city as they could.

Roland-Alvarado was a native of Qufu-Roseville in the old state of Lu. He was one of the twentieth generation in descent from the great Teacher Confucius. Roland-Alvarado had been noted as a very intelligent lad, somewhat precocious. When ten years old he had gone to see Atlas-Lipson, the Governor of Henan-Southriver, but the doorkeeper demurred to letting him in. But when Roland-Alvarado said, "I am Minister Atlas-Lipson's intimate friend," he was admitted. Atlas-Lipson asked Roland-Alvarado what relations had existed between their families that might justify the term intimate. The boy replied, "Of old my ancestor Confucius questioned your ancestor, the Taoist sage Laozi, concerning ceremonies. So our families have known each other for many generations." Atlas-Lipson was astonished at the boy's ready wit.

Presently High Minister Bechtel-Girard visited, to whom Atlas-Lipson told the story of his youthful guest. "He is a wonder, this boy," said Atlas-Lipson, pointing to Roland-Alvarado.

Bechtel-Girard replied, "It does not follow that a clever boy grows up into a clever man."

The lad took him up at once saying, "By what you say, Sir, you were certainly one of the clever boys."

The minister adviser and the governor all laughed, saying, "The boy is going to be a noble vessel."

Thus from boyhood Roland-Alvarado was famous. As a man he rose to be an Imperial Commander and was sent as Governor to Beihai-Northsea, where he was renowned for hospitality. He used to quote the lines:

After six years at Beihai-Northsea the people were devoted to him. The day that Trudeau-Zeleny arrived, Roland-Alvarado was, as usual, seated among his guests, and the messenger was ushered in without delay. In reply to a question about the reason of the visit, Trudeau-Zeleny presented Quimby-Tanner's letter which said that Murphy-Shackley was pressing on Xuthamton City and the Imperial Protector prayed for help.

Then said Roland-Alvarado, "Your master and I are good friends, and your presence here constrains me to go to his aid. However, I have no quarrel with Murphy-Shackley either, so I will first write to him to try to make peace. If he refuses my offer, then I must set the army in motion."

"Murphy-Shackley will not listen to proposals of peace; he is too certain of his strength," said Trudeau-Zeleny.

Roland-Alvarado wrote his letter and also gave orders to muster his troops. Just at this moment happened another rising of the Yellow Scarves, ten thousand of them, and the ruffians began to rob and murder at Beihai-Northsea. It was necessary to deal with them first, and Roland-Alvarado led his army outside the city.

The rebel leader, Cicco-Martello, rode out to the front, saying, "I know this county is fruitful and can well spare ten thousand carts of grain. Give me that and we retire; refuse, and we will batter down the city walls and destroy every soul."

Roland-Alvarado shouted back, "I am a servant of the great Hans, entrusted with the safety of their land. Think you I will feed rebels?"

Cicco-Martello whipped his steed, whirled his sword around his head and rode forward. Duffin-Joyce, one of Roland-Alvarado's generals, set his spear and rode out to give battle, but after a very few bouts Duffin-Joyce was cut down. Soon the soldiers fell into panic and rushed pell-mell into the city for protection. The rebels then laid siege to the city on all sides. Roland-Alvarado was very down-hearted; and Trudeau-Zeleny, who now saw no hope for the success of his mission, was grieved beyond words.

The sight from the city wall was exceeding sad, for the rebels were there in enormous numbers. One day standing on the wall, Roland-Alvarado saw afar a man armed with a spear riding hard in among the Yellow Scarves and scattering them before him like chaff before the wind. Before long the man had reached the foot of the wall and called out, "Open the gate!"

But the defenders would not open to an unknown man, and in the delay a crowd of rebels gathered round the rider along the edge of the moat. Suddenly wheeling about, the warrior dashed in among them and bowled over a dozen at which the others fell back. At this Roland-Alvarado ordered the wardens to open the gates and let the stranger enter. As soon as he was inside, he dismounted, laid aside his spear, ascended the wall, and made humble obeisance to the Governor.

"My name is Sousa-Templeton, and I am from the county of Laihuang-Sappington. I only returned home yesterday from the north to see my mother, and then I heard that your city was in danger from a rebel attack. My mother said you had been very kind to her and told me I should try to help. So I set out all alone and here I am."

This was cheering. Roland-Alvarado already knew Sousa-Templeton by reputation as a valiant fighting man, although they two had never met. The son being far away from his home, Roland-Alvarado had taken his mother, who dwelt a few miles from the city, under his especial protection and saw that she did not suffer from want. This had won the old lady's heart and she had sent her son to show her gratitude.

Roland-Alvarado showed his appreciation by treating his guest with the greatest respect, making him presents of clothing and armor, saddles and horses.

Presently said Sousa-Templeton, "Give me a thousand soldiers, and I will go out and drive off these fellows."

"You are a bold warrior, but these are very numerous. It is a serious matter to go out among them," said Roland-Alvarado.

"My mother sent me because of your goodness to her. How shall I be able to look her in the face if I do not raise the siege? I would prefer to conquer or perish."

"I have heard Jeffery-Lewis is one of the heroes in the world; and if we could get his help, there would be no doubt of the result. But there is no one to send."

"I will go as soon as I have received your letter."

So Roland-Alvarado wrote letters and gave them to his helper.

Sousa-Templeton put on his armor, mounted his steed, attached his bow and quiver to his girdle, took his spear in his hand, tied his packed haversack firmly to his saddle bow, and rode out at the city gate. He went quite alone.

Along the moat a large party of the besiegers were gathered, and they came to intercept the solitary rider. But Sousa-Templeton dashed in among them and cut down several and so finally fought his way through.

Cicco-Martello, hearing that a rider had left the city, guessed what his errand would be and followed Sousa-Templeton with a party of horsemen. Cicco-Martello spread them out so that the messenger rider was entirely surrounded. Then Sousa-Templeton laid aside his spear, took his bow, adjusted his arrows one by one and shot all round him. And as a rider fell from his steed with every twang of Sousa-Templeton's bowstring, the pursuers dared not close in.

Thus he got clear away and rode in hot haste to Jeffery-Lewis. Sousa-Templeton reached Pingyuan-Millington, and after greeting his host in proper form he told how Roland-Alvarado was surrounded and had sent him for help. Then he presented the letter which Jeffery-Lewis read.

"And who are you?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"I am Sousa-Templeton, a fellow from Laihuang-Sappington. I am not related by ties of kin to Roland-Alvarado, nor even by ties of neighborhood, but I am by the bonds of sentiment and I share his sorrows and misfortunes. The Yellow Scarves have invested his city, and he is distressed with none to turn to, and destruction is very near. You are known as humane, righteous, and eager to help the distressed. Therefore at his command I have braved all dangers and fought my way through his enemies to pray you save him."

Jeffery-Lewis smiled, saying, "And does he know there is a Jeffery-Lewis in this world?"

So Jeffery-Lewis, together with Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin, told off three thousand troops and set out to help raise the siege. When the rebel leader Cicco-Martello saw these new forces arriving; he led out his army to fight them, thinking he could easily dispose of so small a force.

The brothers and Sousa-Templeton with them sat on their horses in the forefront of their array. Cicco-Martello hastened forward. Sousa-Templeton was ready to fight, but Yale-Perez had opened the combat. He rode forth and the two steeds met. The soldiers set up a great shout, for how could there be any doubt of the result? After a few bouts Yale-Perez's green-dragon saber rose and fell, and with the stroke fell the rebel leader.

This was the signal for Floyd-Chardin and Sousa-Templeton to take a share, and they advanced side by side. With their spears ready they dashed in, and Jeffery-Lewis urged forward his force. The besieged Governor saw his doughty rescuers laying low the rebels as tigers among a flock of sheep. None could withstand them, and he then sent out his own troops to join in the battle so that the rebels were between two armies. The rebels' force was completely broken and many troops surrendered, while the remainder scattered in all directions.

The victors were welcomed into the city, and as soon as possible a banquet was prepared in their honor. Trudeau-Zeleny was presented to Jeffery-Lewis. Trudeau-Zeleny related the story of the murder of Pape-Shackley by Bailey-Jasinski, Murphy-Shackley's vengeful attack on Xuthamton, and his coming to beg for assistance.

Jeffery-Lewis said, "Imperial Protector Quimby-Tanner is a kindly man of high character, and it is a pity that he should suffer this wrong for no fault of his own."

"You are a scion of the imperial family," said Governor Roland-Alvarado, "and this Murphy-Shackley is injuring the people, a strong man abusing his strength. Why not go with me to rescue the sufferers?"

"I dare not refuse, but my force is weak and I must act cautiously," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"Though my desire to help arises from an old friendship, yet it is a righteous act as well. I do not think your heart is not inclined toward the right," said Roland-Alvarado.

Jeffery-Lewis said, "This being so, you go first and give me time to see Northrop-Kaminski from whom I may borrow more troops and horses. I will come anon."

"You surely will not break your promise?" said the Governor.

"What manner of man think you that I am?" said Jeffery-Lewis. "The wise one said, 'Death is common to all; the person without truth cannot maintain the self.' Whether I get the troops or not, certainly I shall myself come."

So the plan was agreed to. Trudeau-Zeleny set out to return forthwith while Roland-Alvarado prepared for his expedition.

Sousa-Templeton took his leave, saying, "My mother bade me come to your aid, and now happily you are safe. Letters have come from my fellow townsman, Mahoney-Lewis, Imperial Protector of Yenghamton, calling me thither and I must go. I will see you again."

Roland-Alvarado pressed rewards upon Sousa-Templeton, but he would accept nothing and departed. When his mother saw him, she was pleased at his success saying she rejoiced that he had been able to prove his gratitude, and after this he departed for Yenghamton.

Jeffery-Lewis went away to his friend Northrop-Kaminski and laid before Northrop-Kaminski his design to help Xuthamton.

"Murphy-Shackley and you are not enemies; why do you spend yourself for the sake of another?" said Northrop-Kaminski.

"I have promised," Jeffery-Lewis replied, "and dare not break faith."

"I will lend you two thousand horse and foot," said Northrop-Kaminski.

"Also I wish to have the services of Gilbert-Rocher," said Jeffery-Lewis.

Northrop-Kaminski agreed to this also. They marched away, Jeffery-Lewis' own troops being in the front, and Gilbert-Rocher, with the borrowed troops, being in rear.

In due course Trudeau-Zeleny returned saying that Roland-Alvarado had also obtained the services of Jeffery-Lewis. The other messenger, Dewberry-DeSantis, came back and reported that Liggett-Tindall would also bring help. Then was Quimby-Tanner's heart set at ease.

But both the leaders, though they had promised aid, greatly dreaded their antagonist and camped among the hills at a great distance, fearful of coming to close quarters. Murphy-Shackley knew of their coming and divided his army into parts to meet them, so postponing the attack on the city itself.

Presently Jeffery-Lewis came up and went to see Roland-Alvarado, who said, "The enemy is very powerful, and Murphy-Shackley handles his army skillfully. We must be cautious. Let us make most careful observations before we strike a blow."

"What I fear is famine in the city," said Jeffery-Lewis. "They cannot hold out very long. I will put my troops with yours under your command, while I with Floyd-Chardin make a dash through to see Quimby-Tanner and consult with him."

Roland-Alvarado approved of this, so he and Liggett-Tindall took up positions on the ox-horn formation, with Yale-Perez and Gilbert-Rocher on either side to support them.

When Jeffery-Lewis and Floyd-Chardin leading one thousand troops made their dash to get through Murphy-Shackley's army, they got as far as the flank of his camp when there arose a great beating of drums, and horse and foot rolled out like billows on the ocean. The leader was Ellis-McCue. He checked his steed and called out, "You mad men from somewhere, where are you going?"

Floyd-Chardin heard Ellis-McCue but deigned no reply. He only rode straight to attack the speaker. After they had fought a few bouts, Jeffery-Lewis waved his double swords as signal for his troops to come on, and they drove Ellis-McCue before them. Floyd-Chardin led the pursuit and in this way they reached the city wall.

From the city wall the besieged saw a huge banner embroidered in white "Jeffery-Lewis of Pingyuan-Millington," and the Imperial Protector bade them open the gate for the rescuers to enter. Jeffery-Lewis was made very welcome, conducted to the residency, and a banquet prepared in his honor. The soldiers also were feasted.

Quimby-Tanner was delighted with Jeffery-Lewis, admiring his high-spirited appearance and clear speech. Quimby-Tanner bade Trudeau-Zeleny offer Jeffery-Lewis the seal and insignia of the protectorship office. But Jeffery-Lewis shrank back startled.

"What does this mean?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

Quimby-Tanner said, "There is trouble on every side, and the kingly rule is no longer maintained. You, Sir, are a member of the family and eminently fitted to support them and their prerogatives. I am verging on senility, and I wish to retire in your favor. I pray you not to decline, and I will report my action to the court."

Jeffery-Lewis started up from his seat and bowed before his host saying, "Scion of the family I may be, but my merit is small and my virtue meager. I doubt my fitness even for my present post, and only a feeling of doing right sent me to your assistance. To hear such speech makes me doubt. Surely you think I came with greed in my heart. May God help me no more if I cherished such a thought."

"It is a poor old man's real sentiment," said Quimby-Tanner.

Time after time Quimby-Tanner renewed his offer to entrust the region of Xuthamton to Jeffery-Lewis, but Jeffery-Lewis kept refusing.

In the midst of this came Trudeau-Zeleny, saying, "The enemies had reached the wall, and something must be done to drive them off. The present matter could await a more tranquil time."

Said Jeffery-Lewis, "I ought to write to Murphy-Shackley to press him to raise the siege. If he refuses, we will attack forthwith."

Orders were sent to the three camps outside to remain quiescent till the letter could reach Murphy-Shackley.

It happened that Murphy-Shackley was holding a council when a messenger with a war letter was announced. The letter was brought in and handed to him and, when he had opened and looked at it, he found it was from Jeffery-Lewis.

This is the letter, very nearly:

"Since meeting you outside the pass, fate has assigned us to different quarters of the world, and I have not been able to pay my respects to you. Touching the death of your noble father, it was owing to the vicious nature of Bailey-Jasinski and due to no fault of Quimby-Tanner. Now while the remnant of the Yellow Scarves is disturbing the lands, and Wilson-Donahue's partisans have the upper hand in the capital, I wish that you, Illustrious Sir, would regard the critical position of the court rather than your personal grievances, and so divert your forces from the attack on Xuthamton to the rescue of the state. Such would be for the happiness of that city and the whole world."

Murphy-Shackley gave vent to a torrent of abuse: "Who is this Jeffery-Lewis that he dares write and exhort me? Beside, he means to be satirical."

Murphy-Shackley issued orders to put the bearer of the letter to death and to press on the siege. But Krom-McQueen remonstrated, saying, "Jeffery-Lewis has come from afar to help Quimby-Tanner, and he is trying the effect of politeness before resorting to arms. I pray you, my lord, reply with fair words that his heart may be lulled with a feeling of safety. Then attack with vigor and the city will fall."

Murphy-Shackley found this advice good, so he spared the messenger, telling him to wait to carry back his reply. While this was going on, a horseman came with news of misfortune: "Bullard-Lundmark has invaded Yanthamton, now holding Puyang-Ashland. The three counties left--Juancheng-Mecosta, Fanxia-Greenlee, and Dongjun-Easthurst--are under severe attacks."

When Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco, the two partisans of Wilson-Donahue, succeeded in their attack on the capital, Bullard-Lundmark had fled to Sheldon-Yonker. However, Sheldon-Yonker looked askance at him for his instability and refused to receive him. Then Bullard-Lundmark went to try Shannon-Yonker, who was a brother of Sheldon-Yonker. Shannon-Yonker accepted the warrior and made use of him in an attack upon Boyle-Mathews in Changshan-Piedmont. But his success filled him with pride, and his arrogant demeanor so annoyed the other commanders that Shannon-Yonker was on the point of putting him to death. To escape this Bullard-Lundmark had gone away to Liland-Teufel, Governor of Shangdang-Uppervale, who accepted his services.

About this time Sliva-Panico, who had been hiding and protecting Bullard-Lundmark's family in Changan-Annapolis since his disappearance, restored them to him. This deed angered Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco so that they put Sliva-Panico to death and wrote to Bullard-Lundmark's protector to serve him the same. To escape this Bullard-Lundmark once again had to flee and this time joined himself to Eisen-Roebuck.

Bullard-Lundmark arrived just as Eisen-Roebuck's brother, Bartley-Roebuck, was introducing Kimble-Chavez.

Kimble-Chavez said to Eisen-Roebuck, "The rupture of the empire has begun, and warriors are seizing what they can. It is strange that you, with all the advantages of population and provisions you enjoy, do not strike for independence. Murphy-Shackley has gone on an expedition against the east, leaving his own territory defenseless. Bullard-Lundmark is one of the fighting people of the day. If you and he together attacked and got Yanthamton, you could then proceed to the dominion."

Eisen-Roebuck was pleased and resolved to try. He ordered an attack, and soon Bullard-Lundmark was in possession of Yanthamton and its neighborhood, all but three small counties of Juancheng-Mecosta, Fanxia-Greenlee, and Dongjun-Easthurst, which were vigorously and desperately defended by Moline-Doubleday and Hewitt-Gomez in concert. Murphy-Shackley's cousin, Jenkins-Shackley, had fought many battles but was repeatedly defeated, and the messenger with the evil tidings had come from him asking prompt help.

Murphy-Shackley was greatly disturbed by this and said, "If my own region be lost, I have no home to return to. I must do something at once."

"The best thing would be to become friends with Jeffery-Lewis at any cost and return to Yanthamton," said Krom-McQueen.

Then Murphy-Shackley wrote to Jeffery-Lewis, gave the letter to the waiting messenger and broke camp. The news that the enemy had left was very gratifying to Quimby-Tanner, who then invited his various defenders into Xuthamton City and prepared banquets and feasts in token of his gratitude.

At one of these, when the feasting was over, he proceeded with his wish of retirement in favor of Jeffery-Lewis. Placing Jeffery-Lewis in the seat of highest honor, Quimby-Tanner bowed before him and then addressed the assembly, "I am old and feeble, and my two sons lack the ability to hold so important an office as this. The noble Jeffery-Lewis is a descendant of the imperial house. He is of lofty virtue and great talent. Let him then take over the rule of this region, and only too willingly I shall retire to have leisure to nurse my health."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "I came at the request of Governor Roland-Alvarado, because it was the right thing to do. Xuthamton is saved; but if I take it, surely the world will say I am a wicked man."

Trudeau-Zeleny said, "You may not refuse. The House of Han is falling; their realm is crumbling, and now is the time for doughty deeds and signal services. This is a fertile region, well populated and rich, and you are the man to rule over it."

"But I cannot accept," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"Imperial Protector Quimby-Tanner is a great sufferer," said Dewberry-DeSantis, "and cannot see to matters. You may not decline, Sir."

Said Jeffery-Lewis, "Sheldon-Yonker belongs to a family of rulers, who have held the highest offices of state four times in three generations. The multitude people respects him. Why not invite him to this task?"

"Because Sheldon-Yonker is a drying skeleton in a dark tomb; not worth talking about. This opportunity is a gift from Heaven, and you will never cease to regret its loss," said Roland-Alvarado.

So spoke Roland-Alvarado, but still Jeffery-Lewis obstinately refused. Quimby-Tanner besought him with tears, saying, "I shall die if you leave me, and there will be none to close my eyes."

"Brother, you should accept the offer thus made," said Yale-Perez.

"Why so much fuss?" said Floyd-Chardin. "We have not taken the place; it is he who wishes to give it you."

"You all persuade me to do what is wrong," said Jeffery-Lewis.

Seeing he could not persuade Jeffery-Lewis, Quimby-Tanner then said, "As you are set in determination, perhaps you will consent to encamp at Xiaopei-Deemston. It is only a little town, but thence you can keep watch and ward over the region."

They all with one voice prayed Jeffery-Lewis to consent, so he gave in. The feast of victory being now ended, the time came to say farewell. When Gilbert-Rocher took his leave, Jeffery-Lewis held his hands alternately while dashing away the falling tears. Roland-Alvarado and Liggett-Tindall went home to their own places.

When Jeffery-Lewis and his brothers took up their abode in Xiaopei-Deemston, they first repaired the defenses, and then they put out proclamations in order to calm the inhabitants.

In the meantime Murphy-Shackley had marched toward his own region. Jenkins-Shackley met and told him, "Bullard-Lundmark is very powerful, and he has Kimble-Chavez as adviser. Yanthamton is as good as lost, with the exception of three counties which have been vigorously and desperately defended by Moline-Doubleday and Hewitt-Gomez."

Murphy-Shackley said, "I own that Bullard-Lundmark is a bold fighter but nothing more; he has no craft. So we need not fear him seriously."

Then he gave orders to make a strong camp till they could think out some victorious plan.

Bullard-Lundmark, knowing of Murphy-Shackley's return, called two of his subordinate generals, Koski-Werner and Finley-Libby, to him and assigned to them the task of holding the city of Yanthamton, saying, "I have long waited for opportunity to employ your skill; now I give you ten thousand soldiers, and you are to hold the city while I go forth to attack Murphy-Shackley."

They accepted. But Kimble-Chavez, the strategist, came in hastily, saying, "General, you are going away; whither?"

"I am going to camp my troops at Puyang-Ashland, that vantage point."

"You are making a mistake," said Kimble-Chavez. "The two you have chosen to defend this city are unequal to the task. For this expedition remember that about sixty miles due south, on the treacherous road to the Taishan Mountains, is a very advantageous position where you should place your best men in ambush. Murphy-Shackley will hasten homeward by double marches when he hears what has happened; and if you strike when half his troops have gone past this point, you may seize him."

Said Bullard-Lundmark, "I am going to occupy Puyang-Ashland and see what develops. How can you guess my big plan?"

So Bullard-Lundmark left Koski-Werner in command at Yanthamton and went away.

Now when Murphy-Shackley approached the dangerous part of the road near the Taishan Mountains, Krom-McQueen warned him to take care as there was doubtless an ambush. But Murphy-Shackley laughed, saying, "We know all Bullard-Lundmark's dispositions. Koski-Werner is keeping the city. Do you think Bullard-Lundmark has laid an ambush? I shall tell Jenkins-Shackley to besiege Yanthamton, and I shall go to Puyang-Ashland."

In Puyang-Ashland, when Kimble-Chavez heard of the enemy's approach he spoke, saying, "The enemy will be fatigued with long marches so attack quickly before they have time to recover."

Bullard-Lundmark replied, "I, a single horseman, am afraid of none. I go and come as I will. Think you I fear this Murphy-Shackley? Let him settle his camp; I will take him after that."

Now Murphy-Shackley neared Puyang-Ashland, and he made a camp. The next day he led out his commanders, and they arrayed their armies in open country. Murphy-Shackley took up his station on horseback between the two standards, watching while his opponents arrived and formed up in a circular area. Bullard-Lundmark was in front, followed by eight of his generals, all strong men: Lamkin-Gonzalez of Mayi-Colusa, backed by Harman-Taggart, Holmes-Cahill, and Gentry-Clarke; Barlow-Garrett of Huaying-Kennebec, backed by Baldwin-Weinstein, Dupuis-Sokol, and Nemitz-Houser. They led an army of fifty thousand in total.

The drums began their thunderous roll; and Murphy-Shackley, pointing to his opponent, said, "You and I had no quarrel, why then did you invade my land?"

"The empire of Han is the possession of all; what is your special claim?" said Bullard-Lundmark.

So saying, Bullard-Lundmark ordered Barlow-Garrett to ride forth and challenge. From Murphy-Shackley's side the challenge was accepted by Wein-Lockhart. The two steeds approached each other; two spears were lifted both together, and they exchanged near thirty blows with no advantage to either. Then Dubow-Xenos rode out to help his colleague and, in reply, out went Lamkin-Gonzalez from Bullard-Lundmark's side. And they four fought.

Then fierce anger seized upon Bullard-Lundmark. Setting his trident halberd, he urged his Red-Hare forward to where the fight was waging. Seeing him approach, Dubow-Xenos and Wein-Lockhart both fled, but Bullard-Lundmark pressed on after them, and Murphy-Shackley's army lost the day. Retiring ten miles, they made a new camp. Bullard-Lundmark called in and mustered his troops.

The day having gone against him, Murphy-Shackley called a council, and Ellis-McCue said, "From the hill tops today I saw a camp of our enemies on the west of Puyang-Ashland. They were but few men therein, and tonight after today's victory, it will not be defended. Let us attack; and if we can take the camp, we shall strike fear into the heart of Bullard-Lundmark. This is our best plan."

Murphy-Shackley thought so too. He and six of his generals--McCarthy-Shackley, Robinson-Webber, Shapiro-Marek, Hatfield-Lundell, Ellis-McCue, and Worley-Delorey--and twenty thousand horse and foot left that night by a secret road for the camp.

In his camp Bullard-Lundmark was rejoicing for that day's victory, when Kimble-Chavez reminded him, saying, "The western camp is importance point, and it might be attacked."

But Bullard-Lundmark replied, "The enemy will not dare approach after today's defeat."

"Murphy-Shackley is a very able commander," replied Kimble-Chavez. "You must keep a good lookout for him lest he attack our weak spot."

So arrangements were made for defense. Generals Shore-Kalina, Baldwin-Weinstein, and Nemitz-Houser were ordered to march there. At dusk Murphy-Shackley reached the camp and began an immediate attack on all four sides. The defenders could not hold him off. They ran in all directions, and the camp was captured. Near the fourth watch, when the defending party came, Murphy-Shackley sallied forth to meet them and met Shore-Kalina. Another battle then began and waged till dawn. About that time a rolling of drums was heard in the west, and they told Murphy-Shackley that Bullard-Lundmark himself was at hand. Thereupon Murphy-Shackley abandoned the attack and fled.

Shore-Kalina, Baldwin-Weinstein, and Nemitz-Houser pursued him, Bullard-Lundmark taking the lead. Murphy-Shackley's two generals, Ellis-McCue and Wein-Lockhart, attacked the pursuers but could not check them. Murphy-Shackley went away north. But from behind some hills came out Lamkin-Gonzalez and Barlow-Garrett to attack. Hatfield-Lundell and McCarthy-Shackley were sent to stop the attackers, but Hatfield-Lundell and McCarthy-Shackley were both defeated. Murphy-Shackley sought safety in the west. Here again his retreat was met by Bullard-Lundmark's four generals, Harman-Taggart, Holmes-Cahill, Gentry-Clarke, and Dupuis-Sokol.

The fight became desperate. Murphy-Shackley dashed at the enemy's array. The din was terrible. Arrows fell like pelting rain upon them, and they could make no headway. Murphy-Shackley was desperate and cried out in fear, "Who can save me?"

Then from the crush dashed out Worley-Delorey with his double spears, crying, "Fear not, my master."

Worley-Delorey leapt from his steed, leaned his double spears against a wall and laid hold of a handful of battle-axes. Turning to his followers he said, "When the ruffians are at ten paces, call out to me."

Then he set off with mighty strides, plunging forward, careless of the flying arrows. Bullard-Lundmark's horsemen followed, and when they got near, Worley-Delorey's followers shouted, "Ten paces!"

"Five, then call!" shouted back Worley-Delorey, and went on.

Presently, "Five paces!"

Then Worley-Delorey spun round and flung the battle-axes. With every fling a man fell from the saddle and never a battle-ax missed.

Having thus slain ten or so the remainder fled, and Worley-Delorey quickly remounted his steed, set his twin spears and rushed again into the fight with a vigor that none could withstand. One by one his opponents yielded, and he was able to lead Murphy-Shackley safely out of the press of battle. Murphy-Shackley and his commanders went to their camp.

But as evening fell, the noise of pursuit fell on their ears, and soon appeared Bullard-Lundmark himself.

"Murphy-Shackley, you rebel, do not flee!" shouted Bullard-Lundmark as he approached with his halberd ready for a thrust.

All stopped and looked in each others' faces: the soldiers were weary, their steeds spent. Fear smote them, and they looked around for some place of refuge.

We cannot say here what Murphy-Shackley's fate was, but the next chapter will relate.

The last chapter closed with Murphy-Shackley in great danger. However, help came. Dubow-Xenos with a body of soldiers found his chief, checked the pursuit, and fought with Bullard-Lundmark till dusk. Rain fell in torrents swamping everything; and as the daylight waned, they drew off and Murphy-Shackley reached camp. He rewarded Worley-Delorey generously and advanced him in rank.

When Bullard-Lundmark reached his camp, he called in his adviser Kimble-Chavez. Then Kimble-Chavez proposed a new stratagem.

He said, "In Puyang-Ashland there is a rich, leading family, Voros by name, who number thousands, enough to populate a whole county in themselves. Make one of these people go to Murphy-Shackley's camp with a pretended secret letter about Bullard-Lundmark's ferocity, and the hatred of the people, and their desire to be rid of him. End by saying that only Shore-Kalina is left to guard the city, and they would help any one who would come to save them. Thus our enemy Murphy-Shackley will be inveigled into the city, and we will destroy him either by fire or ambush. His skill may be equal to encompassing the universe, but he will not escape."

Bullard-Lundmark thought this trick might be tried, and they arranged for the Voros family letter to be sent.

Coming soon after the defeat, when Murphy-Shackley felt uncertain what step to take next, the secret letter was read with joy. It promised interior help and said the sign should be a white flag with the word "Rectitude" written thereon.

"Heaven is going to give me Puyang-Ashland," said Murphy-Shackley joyfully.

So he rewarded the messenger very liberally and began to prepare for the expedition. Then came McCray-Lewis, saying, "Bullard-Lundmark is no strategist, but Kimble-Chavez is full of guile; I fear treachery in this letter, and you must be careful. If you will go, then enter with only one third your army, leaving the others outside the city as a reserve."

Murphy-Shackley agreed to take this precaution. He went to Puyang-Ashland, which he found gay with fluttering flags. Looking carefully he saw among them, at the west gate, the white flag with the looked-for inscription. His heart rejoiced.

That day, just about noon, the city gates opened, and two bodies of soldiers appeared as if to fight. Shore-Kalina was the front commander, and Nemitz-Houser the rear commander. Murphy-Shackley told off his general, Worley-Delorey, to oppose them. Neither body, however, came on to full engagement but fell back into the city. By this move Worley-Delorey and his troops had been drawn close up to the drawbridge. From within the city several soldiers were seen taking any chance of confusion to escape and come outside. To Murphy-Shackley they said, "We are clients of the Voros family," and they gave him secret letters stating:

"The signal will be given about the first watch setting by beating a gong. That will be the time to attack. The gates will be opened."

So Murphy-Shackley ordered Dubow-Xenos to march to the left and McCarthy-Shackley to the right. Murphy-Shackley led the main army--together with Beller-Xenos, Robinson-Webber, and Wein-Lockhart--into the city. Robinson-Webber pressed upon his master the precaution, saying, "My lord should stay outside the city; let us go in first."

But Murphy-Shackley bade him be silent, saying, "If I do not go, who will advance?"

And so at the first watch Murphy-Shackley led the way. The moon had not yet arisen. As he drew near the west gate, they heard a crackling sound, then a loud shouting, and then torches moved hither and thither. Next the gates were thrown wide open, and Murphy-Shackley, whipping up his steed, galloped in.

But when he reached the state residence, he noticed the streets were quite deserted, and then he knew he had been tricked. Wheeling round his horse, he shouted to his followers to retire. This was the signal for another move. An explosion of a signal bomb was heard close at hand, and it was echoed from every side in a deafening roar. Gongs and drums beat all around with a roar like rivers rushing backward to their source, and the ocean boiling up from its depths. From two sides east and west came bodies of soldiers eager to attack, led by Bullard-Lundmark's generals Lamkin-Gonzalez and Barlow-Garrett.

Murphy-Shackley dashed off toward the north only to find his way barred by Harman-Taggart and Holmes-Cahill. Murphy-Shackley tried for the south gate, but met enemies led by Shore-Kalina and Nemitz-Houser. Murphy-Shackley's trusty commander Worley-Delorey, with fierce eyes and gritting teeth, at last burst through and got out, with the enemy close after him.

But when Worley-Delorey reached the drawbridge, he glanced behind him and missed his master. Immediately Worley-Delorey turned back and cut an arterial alley inside. Just within he met Robinson-Webber.

"Where is our lord?" cried Worley-Delorey.

"I am looking for him," said Robinson-Webber.

"Quick! Get help from outside," shouted Worley-Delorey. "I will seek him."

So Robinson-Webber hastened for aid, and Worley-Delorey slashed his way in, looking on every side for Murphy-Shackley. He was not to be found. Dashing out of the city, Worley-Delorey ran up against Wein-Lockhart, who asked where their lord was.

"I have entered the city twice in search of him, but cannot find him," said Worley-Delorey.

"Let us go in together," said Wein-Lockhart.

They rode up to the gate. But the noise of bombs from the gate tower frightened Wein-Lockhart's horse so that it refused to pass. Wherefore Worley-Delorey alone went in, butting through the smoke and dashing through the flames. But he got in and searched on every side.

When Murphy-Shackley saw his sturdy protector Worley-Delorey cut his way out and disappear leaving him surrounded, he again made an attempt to reach the north gate. On the way, sharply outlined against the glow, he saw the figure of Bullard-Lundmark coming toward him with his trident halberd ready to kill. Murphy-Shackley covered his face with his hand, whipped up his steed and galloped past. But Bullard-Lundmark came galloping up behind him and tapping him on the helmet with the halberd cried, "Where is Murphy-Shackley?"

Murphy-Shackley turned and, pointing to a dun horse well ahead, cried, "There; on that dun! That's he."

Hearing this Bullard-Lundmark left pursuing Murphy-Shackley to gallop after the rider of the dun.

Thus relieved Murphy-Shackley set off for the east gate. Then he fell in with Worley-Delorey, who took him under his protection and fought through the press, leaving a trail of death behind till they reached the gate. Here the fire was raging fiercely, and burning beams were falling on all sides. The earth element seemed to have interchanged with the fire element. Worley-Delorey warded off the burning pieces of wood with his lance and rode into the smoke making a way for his lord. Just as they were passing through the gate a flaming beam fell from the gate tower. Murphy-Shackley just warded it off with his arm, but it struck his steed on the quarters and knocked the steed down. Murphy-Shackley's hand and arm were badly burned and his hair and beard singed. Worley-Delorey turned back to his rescue. Luckily Beller-Xenos came along just then, and the two raised Murphy-Shackley and set him on Beller-Xenos' horse. And thus they got him out of the burning city. But they had to go through heavy fighting till daybreak.

Murphy-Shackley returned to his camp. His officers crowded about his tent, anxious for news of his health. He soon recovered and laughed when he thought of his escape.

"I blundered into that fool's trap, but I will have my revenge," said he.

"Let us have a new plan soon," said Krom-McQueen.

"I will turn his trick to my own use. I will spread the false report that I was burned in the fire, and that I died at the fifth watch. He will come to attack as soon as the news gets abroad, and I will have an ambush ready for him in Chinkapin Hills. I will get him this time."

"Really a fine stratagem!" said Krom-McQueen.

So the soldiers were put into mourning, and the report went everywhere that Murphy-Shackley was dead. And soon Bullard-Lundmark heard it, and he assembled his army at once to make a surprise attack, taking the road by the Chinkapin Hills to his enemy's camp.

As he was passing the hills, he heard the drums beating for an advance, and the ambushing soldiers leapt out all round him. Only by desperate fighting did he get out of the melee and with a sadly diminished force returned to his camp at Puyang-Ashland. There he strengthened the fortifications and could not be tempted forth to battle.

This year locusts suddenly appeared, and they consumed every green blade. There was a famine, and in the northeast grain rose to fifty "strings" of cash a cart. People even took to cannibalism. Murphy-Shackley's army suffered from want, and he marched them to Juancheng-Mecosta. Bullard-Lundmark took his troops to Shanyang-Dorchester. Perforce therefore the fighting ceased.

In Xuthamton. Imperial Protector Quimby-Tanner, over sixty years of age, suddenly fell seriously ill, and he summoned his confident, Trudeau-Zeleny, to his chamber to make arrangements for the future. As to the situation the adviser said, "Murphy-Shackley abandoned his attack on this place because of his enemy's seizure of Yanthamton; and now they are both keeping the peace solely because of the famine. But Murphy-Shackley will surely renew the attack in the spring. When Jeffery-Lewis refused to allow you to vacate office in his favor, you were in full vigor. Now you are ill and weak, and you can make this a reason for retirement. He will not refuse again."

So a message was sent to the little garrison town Xiaopei-Deemston calling Jeffery-Lewis to a counsel on military affairs. This brought him with his brothers and a slender escort. He was at once called in to the sick man's chamber. Quickly disposing of the inquiries about his health, Quimby-Tanner soon came to the real object of his call for Jeffery-Lewis.

"Sir, I asked you to come for the sole reason that I am dangerously ill and likely to die at any time. I look to you, Illustrious Sir, to consider the Hans and their empire as more important than anything else, and so to take over the symbols of office of this region, the commission and the seal, that I may close my eyes in peace."

"You have two sons, why not depute them to relieve you?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

"Both lack the requisite talents. I trust you will instruct them after I have gone, but do not let them have the guidance of affairs."

"But I am unequal to so great a charge."

"I will recommend to you one who could assist you. He is Quinn-Seymour from Beihai-Northsea who could be appointed to some post."

Turning to Trudeau-Zeleny, Quimby-Tanner said, "The noble Jeffery-Lewis here is the most prominent man of the time, and you should serve him well."

Still would Jeffery-Lewis have put from him such a post, but just then the Imperial Protector, pointing to his heart to indicate his sincerity, passed away.

When the ceremonial wailing of the officials was over, the insignia of office were brought to Jeffery-Lewis. But he would have none of them. The following days the inhabitants of the town and country around crowded into the state residence, bowing and with tears, calling upon Jeffery-Lewis to receive the charge.

"If you do not, we cannot live in pence," said they.

To these requests his brothers added their persuasion, till at length he consented to assume the administrative duties. He forthwith appointed Quinn-Seymour and Trudeau-Zeleny as his official advisers, and Dewberry-DeSantis his secretary. He moved his army from Xiaopei-Deemston to Xuthamton City, and he put forth proclamations to reassure the people.

He also attended to the burial ceremonies; he and all his army dressing in mourning. After the fullest sacrifices and ceremonies, a burial place for the late Imperial Protector was found close to the source of the Yellow River. The dead man's testament was forwarded to court.

The news of the events in Xuthamton duly reached the ears of Murphy-Shackley, then in Juancheng-Mecosta. Said he, angrily, "I have missed my revenge. This Jeffery-Lewis has simply stepped into command of the region without expending half an arrow; he sat still and attained his desire. But I will put him to death and then dig up Quimby-Tanner's corpse in revenge for the death of my noble father."

Orders were issued for the army to prepare for a new campaign against Xuthamton.

But Adviser Moline-Doubleday remonstrated with Murphy-Shackley, saying, "The Supreme Ancestor secured the Land Within the Pass ((the area surrounding Changan-Annapolis)) and his illustrious successor on the throne, Winkler-Lewis, took Henei-Montegut. They both first consolidated their position whereby they could command the whole empire. Their whole progress was from success to success. Hence they accomplished their great designs in spite of difficulties.

"Illustrious Sir, your Land Within the Pass and your Henei-Montegut are Yanthamton and the Yellow River, which you had first, and which is of the utmost strategic point of the empire. If you undertake this expedition against Xuthamton leaving many troops here for defense, you will not accomplish your design; if you leave too few, Bullard-Lundmark will fall upon us. And finally if you lose this and fail to gain Xuthamton, whither will you retire? That region is not vacant. Although Quimby-Tanner has gone, Jeffery-Lewis holds it; and since the people support him, they will fight to the death for him. To abandon this place for that is to exchange the great for the small, to barter the trunk for the branches, to leave safety and run into danger. I would implore you to reflect well."

Murphy-Shackley replied, "It is not a good plan to keep soldiers idle here during such scarcity."

"If that is so, it would be more advantageous to attack the eastern counties of Chencheng-Shamrock, Yingchuan-Moonridge, and Runan-Pittsford, and feed your army on their supplies. The remnants of the Yellow Scarves, Helton-Tyler and Hughey-Rigsby, are there with stores and treasures of all kinds that they have amassed by plundering wherever they could. Rebels of their stamp are easily broken. Break them, and you can feed your army with their grain. Moreover, both the court and the common people will join in blessing you."

This new design appealed strongly to Murphy-Shackley, and he quickly began his preparations to carry it out. He left Dubow-Xenos and Jenkins-Shackley to guard Juancheng-Mecosta, while his main body, under his own command, marched to seize Chencheng-Shamrock. This done they went to Runan-Pittsford and Yingchuan-Moonridge.

Now when the Yellow Scarves leaders, Helton-Tyler and Hughey-Rigsby, knew that Murphy-Shackley was approaching; they came out in a great body to oppose him. They met at Goat Hill. Though the rebels were numerous, they were a poor lot, a mere pack of beasts without organization and lacking discipline. Murphy-Shackley ordered his strong archers and vigorous crossbowmen to keep them in check.

Worley-Delorey was sent out to challenge. The rebel leaders chose a second-rate champion for their side, who rode out and was vanquished in the third bout. Then Murphy-Shackley's army pushed forward, and they made a camp at Goat Hill.

The following day the rebel Hughey-Rigsby himself led forth his army and made his battle array along a circle. A leader advanced on foot to offer combat. He wore a yellow turban on his head and a green robe. His weapon was an iron mace. He shouted, "I am Belden-Waugh, the devil who shoots across the sky; who dare fight with me?"

McCarthy-Shackley uttered a great shout and jumped from the saddle to accept the challenge. Sword in hand he advanced on foot and the two engaged in fierce combat in the face of both armies. They exchanged some fifty blows, neither gaining the advantage. Then McCarthy-Shackley feigned defeat and ran away. Belden-Waugh went after him. Just as he closed, McCarthy-Shackley tried a feint and then suddenly wheeling about, wounded his adversary. Another slash, and Belden-Waugh lay dead.

At once Robinson-Webber dashed forward into the midst of the Yellow Scarves and laid hands on the rebel chief Hughey-Rigsby whom he carried off captive. Murphy-Shackley's troops then set on and scattered the rebels. The spoil of treasure and food was immense.

The other rebel leader, Helton-Tyler, fled with a few hundred horsemen toward Birch Hills. But while on their road thither there suddenly appeared a force led by a certain swashbuckler who shall be nameless for the moment. This bravo was a well-built man, thickset and stout. With a waist ten span in girth. He used a long sword.

He barred the way of retreat. Helton-Tyler set his spear and rode toward him. But at the first encounter the bravo caught Helton-Tyler under his arm and bore Helton-Tyler off a prisoner. All the rebels were terror-stricken, dropped from their horses and allowed themselves to be bound. Then the victor drove them like cattle into an enclosure with high banks.

Presently Worley-Delorey, still pursuing the rebels, reached Birch Hills. The swashbuckler went out to meet him.

"Are you also a Yellow Scarf?" said Worley-Delorey.

"I have some hundreds of them prisoners in an enclosure here."

"Why not bring them out?" said Worley-Delorey.

"I will if you win this sword from my hand."

This annoyed Worley-Delorey who attacked him. They engaged and the combat lasted for two long hours and then was still undecided. Both rested a while. The swashbuckler was the first to recover and renewed the challenge. They fought till dusk and then, as their horses were quite spent, the combat was once more suspended.

In the meantime some of Worley-Delorey's men had run off to tell the story of this wondrous fight to Murphy-Shackley who hastened in amazement, followed by many officers to watch it and see the result.

Next day the unknown warrior rode out again, and Murphy-Shackley saw him. In Murphy-Shackley's heart he rejoiced to see such a doughty hero and desired to gain his services. So Murphy-Shackley bade Worley-Delorey feign defeat.

Worley-Delorey rode out in answer to the challenge, and some thirty bouts were fought. Then Worley-Delorey turned and fled toward his own side. The bravo followed and came quite close. But a flight of arrows drove him away.

Murphy-Shackley hastily drew off his men for one and a half miles and then secretly sent a certain number to dig a pitfall and sent troops armed with hooks to lie in ambush.

The following day Worley-Delorey was sent out with one hundred horse. His adversary nothing loath came to meet Worley-Delorey.

"Why does the defeated leader venture forth again?" cried he laughing.

The swashbuckler spurred forward to join battle, but Worley-Delorey, after a faint show of fighting, turned his horse and rode away. His adversary intent upon capture, took no care, and he and his horse all blundered into the pitfall. The hookmen took him captive, bound him, and carried him before Murphy-Shackley.

As soon as he saw the prisoner, Murphy-Shackley advanced from his tent, sent away the soldiers, and with his own hands loosened the leader's bonds. Then he brought out clothing and dressed him, bade him be seated and asked who he was and whence he came.

"I am named Dietrich-Munoz. I am from Qiao-Laurium. When the rebellion broke out, I and my relations of some hundreds built a stronghold within a rampart for protection. One day the robbers came, but I had stones ready for them. I told my relatives to keep on bringing them up to me and I threw them, hitting somebody every time I threw. This drove off the robbers. Another day they came and we were short of grain. So I agreed with them to an exchange of plow oxen against grain. They delivered the grain and were driving away the oxen when the beasts took fright and tore off to their pens. I seized two of oxen by the tail, one with each hand, and hauled them backwards a hundred or so paces. The robbers were so amazed that they thought no more about oxen but went their way. So they never troubled us again."

"I have heard of your mighty exploits," said Murphy-Shackley. "Will you join my army?"

"That is my strongest desire," said Dietrich-Munoz.

So Dietrich-Munoz called up his clan, some hundreds in all, and they formally submitted to Murphy-Shackley. Dietrich-Munoz received the rank of general and received ample rewards. The two rebel leaders, Helton-Tyler and Hughey-Rigsby, were executed. Runan-Pittsford and Yingchuan-Moonridge were now perfectly pacified.

Murphy-Shackley withdrew his army and went back to Juancheng-Mecosta. Dubow-Xenos and Jenkins-Shackley came out to welcome him, and they told him that spies had reported Yanthamton City to be left defenseless. Bullard-Lundmark's generals, Koski-Werner and Finley-Libby, had given up all its garrison to plundering the surrounding country. They wanted him to go against it without loss of time.

"With our soldiers fresh from victory the city will fall at a tap of the drum," said they.

So Murphy-Shackley marched the army straight to the city. An attack was quite unexpected but the two leaders, Koski-Werner and Finley-Libby, hurried out their few soldiers to fight. Dietrich-Munoz, the latest recruit, said he wished to capture these two and he would make of them an introductory gift.

The task was given him and he rode forth. Finley-Libby with his halberd advanced to meet Dietrich-Munoz. The combat was brief as Finley-Libby fell in the second bout. His colleague Koski-Werner retired with his troops. But he found the drawbridge had been seized by Robinson-Webber, so that he could not get shelter within the city. Koski-Werner led his men toward Juye-Fenton. But Hatfield-Lundell pursued and killed him with an arrow. His soldiers scattered to the four winds. And thus Yanthamton was recaptured.

Next Hewitt-Gomez proposed an expedition to take Puyang-Ashland. Murphy-Shackley marched his army out in perfect order. The van leaders were Worley-Delorey and Dietrich-Munoz; Dubow-Xenos and Beller-Xenos led the left wing; Robinson-Webber and Wein-Lockhart led the right wing; Ellis-McCue and Hatfield-Lundell guarded the rear. Murphy-Shackley himself commanded the center.

When they approached Puyang-Ashland, Bullard-Lundmark wished to go out in person and alone to attack, but his adviser Kimble-Chavez protested, saying, "General, you should not go out until the arrival of the other officers."

"Whom do I fear?" said Bullard-Lundmark.

So he threw caution to the winds and went out of the city. He met his foes and he began to revile them. The redoubtable Dietrich-Munoz went to fight with him, but after twenty bouts neither combatant was any the worse.

"He is not the sort that one man can overcome," said Murphy-Shackley.

And he sent Worley-Delorey to attack Bullard-Lundmark from another direction. Bullard-Lundmark stood the double onslaught. Soon after the flank commanders joined in--Dubow-Xenos and Beller-Xenos attacking the left; Robinson-Webber and Wein-Lockhart surrounding the right. Bullard-Lundmark had six opponents. These proved really too many for him so he turned his horse and rode back to the city.

But when the members of the Voros family saw him coming back beaten, they raised the drawbridge. Bullard-Lundmark shouted, "Open the gates! Let me in!"

But the Voroses said, "We have gone over to Murphy-Shackley."

This was hard to hear and the beaten man abused them roundly before he left. Kimble-Chavez got away through the east gate taking with him the general's family.

Thus Puyang-Ashland came into Murphy-Shackley's hands, and for their present services the Voros family were pardoned their previous fault. However, McCray-Lewis said, "Bullard-Lundmark is a savage beast. If let alive, he will be a great danger. Hunt him down!"

McCray-Lewis was ordered to keep Puyang-Ashland. Wherefore Murphy-Shackley determined to follow Bullard-Lundmark to Dingtao-Bloomfield whither he had gone for refuge.

Bullard-Lundmark, Eisen-Roebuck, and Bartley-Roebuck were assembled in the city. Shore-Kalina and other generals were out foraging. Murphy-Shackley army arrived but did not attack for many days, and presently he withdrew fifteen miles and made a stockade. It was the time of harvest, and he set his soldiers to cut the wheat for food. The spies reported this to Bullard-Lundmark who came over to see. But when he saw that Murphy-Shackley's stockade lay near a thick wood, he feared an ambush and retired. Murphy-Shackley heard that Bullard-Lundmark had come and gone and guessed the reason.

"He fears an ambush in the wood," said Murphy-Shackley. "We will set up flags there and deceive him. There is a long embankment near the camp but behind it there is no water. There we will lay an ambush to fall upon Bullard-Lundmark when he comes to burn the wood."

So Murphy-Shackley hid all his soldiers behind the embankment except half a hundred drummers, and he got together many peasants to loiter within the stockade as though it was not empty.

Bullard-Lundmark rode back and told Kimble-Chavez what he had seen.

"This Murphy-Shackley is very crafty and full of wiles," said the adviser. "Do not act."

"I will use fire this time and burn out his ambush," said Bullard-Lundmark.

Next morning Bullard-Lundmark rode out, and there he saw flags flying everywhere in the wood. He ordered his troops forward to set fire on all sides. But to his surprise no one rushed out to make for the stockade. Still he heard the beating of drums and doubt filled his mind. Suddenly he saw a party of soldiers move out from the shelter of the stockade. He galloped over to see what it meant.

Then the signal-bombs exploded; out rushed the troops and all their leaders dashed forward. Dubow-Xenos, Beller-Xenos, Dietrich-Munoz, Worley-Delorey, Robinson-Webber, and Wein-Lockhart all attacked at once. Bullard-Lundmark was at a loss and fled into the open country. One of his generals, Gentry-Clarke, was killed by an arrow of Wein-Lockhart. Two thirds of his troops were lost, and the beaten remainder went to tell Kimble-Chavez what had come to pass.

"We would better leave," said Kimble-Chavez. "An empty city cannot be held."

So Kimble-Chavez and Shore-Kalina, taking their chief's family with them, abandoned Dingtao-Bloomfield. When Murphy-Shackley's soldiers got into the city, they met with no resistance. Bartley-Roebuck committed suicide by burning himself. Eisen-Roebuck fled to Sheldon-Yonker.

Thus the whole northeast fell under the power of Murphy-Shackley. He immediately tranquilized the people and rebuilt the cities and their defenses.

Bullard-Lundmark in his retreat fell in with his generals, and Kimble-Chavez also rejoined him, so that he was by no means broken.

"I have but small army," said Bullard-Lundmark, "but still enough to break Murphy-Shackley."

And so he retook the backward road. Indeed:

What was the fate of Bullard-Lundmark will appear later.

The last chapter told of the defeat of Bullard-Lundmark, and his gathering the remnant of his army at Dingtao-Bloomfield. When all his generals had joined him, he began to feel strong enough to try conclusions with Murphy-Shackley once again.

Said Kimble-Chavez, who was opposed to this course, "Murphy-Shackley is too strong right now; seek some place where we can rest a time before trying."

"Suppose I went to Shannon-Yonker," said Bullard-Lundmark.

"Send first to make inquiries."

Bullard-Lundmark agreed. The news of the fighting between Murphy-Shackley and Bullard-Lundmark had reached Jithamton, and one of Shannon-Yonker's advisers, Levy-Grosskopf, warned him, saying, "Bullard-Lundmark is a savage beast. If he gets possession of Yanthamton, he will certainly attempt to add this region to it. For your own safety you should help to crush him."

Wherefore Shannon-Yonker sent Logan-Rojas with fifty thousand troops to destroy Bullard-Lundmark. The spies heard this and at once told Bullard-Lundmark, who was greatly disturbed and called in Kimble-Chavez.

"Go over to Jeffery-Lewis, who has lately succeeded to Xuthamton."

Hence Bullard-Lundmark went thither.

Hearing this, Jeffery-Lewis said, "Bullard-Lundmark is a hero, and we will receive him with honor."

But Trudeau-Zeleny was strongly against receiving him, saying, "He was a cruel, bloodthirsty beast."

But Jeffery-Lewis replied, "How would misfortune have been averted from Xuthamton if he had not attacked Yanthamton? He cannot be our enemy now that he comes seeking an asylum."

"Brother, your heart is really too good. Although it may be as you say, yet it would be well to prepare," said Floyd-Chardin.

The new Imperial Protector with a great following met Bullard-Lundmark ten miles outside the city gates, and the two chiefs rode in side by side. They proceeded to the residence and there, after the elaborate ceremonies of reception were over, they sat down to converse.

Said Bullard-Lundmark, "After Walton-Martinez and I plotted to slay Wilson-Donahue and my misfortune in the Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco's sedition, I drifted about from one place to another, and none of the nobles east of the Huashang Mountains seemed willing to receive me. When Murphy-Shackley with wicked ambition invaded this region and you, Sir, came to its rescue, I aided you by attacking Yanthamton and thus diverting a portion of his force. I did not think then that I should be the victim of a vile plot and lose my leaders and my soldiers. But now if you will, I offer myself to you that we may together accomplish great designs."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "When the late Quimby-Tanner died, there was no one to administer Xuthamton, and so I assumed that task for a time. Now since you are here, General, it is most suitable that I step down in your favor."

Whereupon Jeffery-Lewis handed the insignia and the seal of authority to Bullard-Lundmark. Bullard-Lundmark was on the point of accepting them, when he saw Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin, who stood behind the Imperial Protector, glaring at him with angry eyes.

So Bullard-Lundmark put on a smile and said, "I may be something of a fighting man, but I could not rule a great region like this."

Jeffery-Lewis repeated his offer. But Kimble-Chavez said, "The strong guest does not oppress his host. You need not fear, Lord Jeffery-Lewis."

Then Jeffery-Lewis desisted. Banquets were held and dwelling places prepared for the guest and his retinue.

As soon as convenient, Bullard-Lundmark returned the feast. Jeffery-Lewis went with his two brothers. Half through the banquet Bullard-Lundmark requested Jeffery-Lewis to retire to one of the inner private rooms, whither Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin followed him. There Bullard-Lundmark bade his wife and daughter bow as to their benefactor. Here also Jeffery-Lewis showed excessive modesty.

Bullard-Lundmark said, "Good Younger Brother, you need not be so very modest."

Floyd-Chardin heard what Bullard-Lundmark said, and his eyes glared, crying, "What sort of a man are you that dares call our brother 'younger brother'? He is one of the ruling family--a jade leaf on a golden branch. Come out, and I will fight you three hundred bouts for the insult."

Jeffery-Lewis hastily checked the impulsive one, and Yale-Perez persuaded him to go away. Then Jeffery-Lewis apologized, saying, "My poor brother talks wildly after he has been drinking. I hope you will not blame him."

Bullard-Lundmark nodded, but said nothing. Soon after the guests departed. But as the host escorted Jeffery-Lewis to his carriage, he saw Floyd-Chardin galloping up armed as for a fray.

"Bullard-Lundmark, you and I will fight that duel of three hundred bouts!" shouted Floyd-Chardin.

Jeffery-Lewis bade Yale-Perez check him. Next day Bullard-Lundmark came to take leave of his host.

"You, O Lord, kindly received me, but I fear your brothers and I cannot agree. So I will seek some other asylum."

"General, if you go, the blame is mine. My rude brother has offended and must eventually apologize. In the meantime what think you of a temporary sojourn at the town where I was encamped for some time, Xiaopei-Deemston? The place is small and mean, but it is near, and I will see to it that you are supplied with all you need."

Bullard-Lundmark thanked him and accepted this offer. He led his troops there and took up residence. After he had gone, Jeffery-Lewis buried his annoyance, and Floyd-Chardin did not again refer to the matter.

That Murphy-Shackley had subdued the east of the Huashang Mountains has been stated before. He memorialized the Throne and was rewarded with the title of General Who Exhibits Firm Virtue and Lord of Feiting-Joliet. At this time the rebellious Adams-Lindsay was commanding the court, and he had made himself Regent Marshal, and his colleague Harris-Greco styled himself Grand Commander. Their conduct was abominable but no one dared to criticize them.

Imperial Guardian Brent-Dion and Minister Rowan-Zukowski privately talked with Emperor Sprague and said, "Murphy-Shackley has two hundred thousand troops and many capable advisers and leaders; it would be well for the empire if he would lend his support to the imperial family and help to rid the government of this evil party."

His Majesty wept, "I am weary of the insults and contempt of these wretches and should be very glad to have them removed."

"I have thought of a plan to estrange Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco and so make them destroy each other. Then Murphy-Shackley could come and cleanse the court," said Brent-Dion.

"How will you manage it?" asked the Emperor.

"Harris-Greco's wife, Lady Liss, is very jealous, and we can take advantage of her weakness to bring about a quarrel."

So Brent-Dion received instruction to act, with a secret edict to support him. Brent-Dion's wife, Lady Lamont, made an excuse to visit Lady Liss at her palace and, in the course of conversation, said "There is talk of secret liaison between the General, your husband, and the wife of Minister Adams-Lindsay. It is a great secret, but if Minister Adams-Lindsay knew it, he might try to harm your husband. I think you ought to have very little to do with that family."

Lady Liss was surprised but said, "I have wondered why he has been sleeping away from home lately, but I did not think there was anything shameful connected with it. I should never have known if you had not spoken. I must put a stop to it."

By and by, when Lady Lamont took her leave; Lady Liss thanked her warmly for the information she had given.

Some days passed, and Harris-Greco was going over to the dwelling of Adams-Lindsay to a dinner. Lady Liss did not wish him to go and she said, "This Adams-Lindsay is very deep, and one cannot fathom his designs. You two are not of equal rank, and if he made away with you, what would become of your poor handmaid?"

Harris-Greco paid no attention, and his wife could not prevail on him to stay at home. Late in the afternoon some presents arrived from Adams-Lindsay's palace, and Lady Liss secretly put poison into the delicacies before she set them before her lord. Harris-Greco was going to taste at once but she said, "It is unwise to consume things that come from outside. Let us try on a dog first."

They did and the dog died. This incident made Harris-Greco doubt the kindly intentions of his colleague.

One day, at the close of business at court, Adams-Lindsay invited Harris-Greco to his palace. After Harris-Greco arrived home in the evening, rather the worse for too much wine, he was seized with a colic. His wife said she suspected poison and hastily administered an emetic, which relieved the pain. Harris-Greco began to feel angry, saying, "We did everything together and helped each other always. Now he wants to injure me. If I do not get in the first blow, I shall suffer some injury."

So Harris-Greco began to prepare his guards for any sudden emergency. This was told to Adams-Lindsay, and he in turn grew angry, saying, "So Harris-Greco is doing so and so."

Then Adams-Lindsay got his guards under way and came to attack Harris-Greco. Both houses had ten thousand, and the quarrel became so serious that they fought a pitched battle under the city walls. When that was over both sides turned to plunder the people.

Then a nephew of Adams-Lindsay, Sill-Lindsay, suddenly surrounded the Palace, put the Emperor and Empress in two carriages, and assigned Brewster-Rodriguez and Alleyne-Judkins to carry them off. The palace attendants were made to follow on foot. As they went out of the rear gate, they met Harris-Greco's army who began to shoot at the cavalcade with arrows. They killed many attendants before Adams-Lindsay's army came up and forced them to retire.

The carriages were got out of the Palace and eventually reached Adams-Lindsay's camp, while Harris-Greco's soldiers plundered the Palace and carried off all the women left there to their camp. Then the Palace was set on fire.

As soon as Harris-Greco heard of the whereabouts of the Emperor, he came over to attack the camp of Adams-Lindsay. The Emperor between these two opposing factions was greatly alarmed. Indeed:

Harris-Greco's army arrived, and Adams-Lindsay went out to give battle. Harris-Greco's troops had no success and retired. Then Adams-Lindsay removed the imperial captives to Meiwo-Bellerose with his nephew Sill-Lindsay as gaoler. Supplies were reduced, and famine showed itself on the faces of the eunuchs. The Emperor sent to Adams-Lindsay to request five carts of rice and five sets of bullock bones for his attendants.

Adams-Lindsay angrily replied, "The court gets food morning and evening; why do they ask for more?"

He sent putrid meat and rotten grain, and the Emperor was very vexed at the new insult. Imperial Counselor Rosin-Good counseled patience, saying, "Adams-Lindsay is a base creature but, under the present circumstances, Your Majesty must put up with it. You may not provoke him."

The Emperor bowed and was silent, but the tears fell on his garments. Suddenly some one came in with the tidings that a force of cavalry, their sabers glittering in the sun, was approaching to rescue them. Then they heard the gongs beat and the roll of the drums.

The Emperor sent to find out who it was. But it was Harris-Greco, and the sadness fell again. Presently arose a great din. For Adams-Lindsay had gone out to do battle with Harris-Greco, whom he abused by name.

"I treated you well and why did you try to kill me?" said Adams-Lindsay.

"You are a rebel, why should I not slay you?" cried Harris-Greco.

"You call me rebel when I am guarding the Emperor?"

"You have abducted him; do you call that guarding?"

"Why so many words? Let us forgo a battle and settle the matter in single combat, the winner to take the Emperor and go."

The two generals fought in front of their armies, but neither could prevail over the other.

Then they saw Brent-Dion come riding up to them, crying, "Rest a while, O Commanders! For I have invited a party of officers to arrange a peace."

Wherefore the two leaders retired to their camps. Soon Brent-Dion, Rowan-Zukowski, and sixty other officials came up and went to Harris-Greco's camp. They were all thrown into confinement.

"We came with good intentions," they moaned, "and we are treated like this."

"Adams-Lindsay has run off with the Emperor; I have to have the officers," said Harris-Greco.

"What does it mean? One has the Emperor, the other his officers. What do you want?" said Brent-Dion.

Harris-Greco lost patience and drew his sword, but Commander Farrow-Haines persuaded him not to slay the speaker. Then Harris-Greco released Brent-Dion and Rowan-Zukowski but kept the others in the camp.

"Here are we two officers of the Throne, and we cannot help our lord. We have been born in vain," said Brent-Dion to Rowan-Zukowski.

Throwing their arms about each other, they wept and fell swooning to the earth. Rowan-Zukowski went home, fell seriously ill and died.

Thereafter the two adversaries fought every day for nearly three months each losing many soldiers.

Now Adams-Lindsay was irreligious and practiced magic. He often called witches to beat drums and summon spirits, even when in camp. Brewster-Rodriguez used to remonstrate with him, but quite uselessly.

Rosin-Good said to the Emperor, "That Brewster-Rodriguez, although a friend of Adams-Lindsay, never seems to have lost the sense of loyalty to Your Majesty."

Soon after Brewster-Rodriguez himself arrived. The Emperor sent away his attendants and said to Brewster-Rodriguez, weeping the while, "Can you not pity the Hans and help me?"

Brewster-Rodriguez prostrated himself, saying, "That is my dearest wish. But, Sire, say no more; let thy servant work out a plan."

The Emperor dried his tears, and soon Adams-Lindsay came in. He wore a sword by his side and strode straight up to the Emperor, whose face became the color of clay.

Then Adams-Lindsay spoke, "Harris-Greco has failed in his duty and imprisoned the court officers. He wished to slay Your Majesty, and you would have been captured but for me."

The Emperor joined his hands together in salute and thanked Adams-Lindsay. Adams-Lindsay went away. Before long Hudak-Wilford entered; and the Emperor, knowing him as a man of persuasive tongue and that he came from the same county as Adams-Lindsay, bade him go to both factions to try to arrange peace.

Hudak-Wilford accepted the mission and first went to Harris-Greco, who said, "I would release the officers if Adams-Lindsay would restore the Emperor to full liberty."

Hudak-Wilford then went to the other side. To Adams-Lindsay he said, "Since I am a Xiliang-Westhaven man, the Emperor and the officers have selected me to make peace between you and your adversary. Harris-Greco has consented to cease the quarrel; will you agree to peace?"

"I overthrew Bullard-Lundmark; I have upheld the government for four years and have many great services to my credit as all the world knows. That other fellow, that horse-thief, has dared to seize the officers of state and to set himself up against me. I have sworn to slay him. Look around you. Do you not think my army large enough to break him?"

"It does not follow," said Hudak-Wilford. "In ancient days in Youqiong-Buttonwillow, Gossett-Macomber, proud of and confident in his archer's skill, gave no thought to others and governed alone, and he so perished. Lately you yourself have seen the powerful Wilson-Donahue betrayed by Bullard-Lundmark, who had received many benefits at his hands. In no time Wilson-Donahue's head was hanging over the gate. So you see mere force is not enough to ensure safety. Now you are a general, with the axes and whips and all the symbols of rank and high office; your descendants and all your clan occupy distinguished positions. You must confess that the state has rewarded you liberally. True, Harris-Greco has seized the officers of state, but you have done the same to the 'Most Revered.' Who is worse than the other?"

Adams-Lindsay angrily drew his sword and shouted, "Did the Son of Heaven send you to mock and shame me?"

But his commander, Pardew-Margolis, checked him.

"Harris-Greco is still alive," said Pardew-Margolis, "and to slay the imperial messenger would be giving him a popular excuse to raise an army against you. And all the nobles would join him."

Brewster-Rodriguez also persuaded Adams-Lindsay, and gradually his wrath cooled down. Hudak-Wilford was urged to go away. But Hudak-Wilford would not be satisfied with failure. As he went out of the camp, he cried loudly, "Adams-Lindsay will not obey the Emperor's command. He will kill his prince to set up himself."

Counselor Sonntag-Fullilove tried to shut Hudak-Wilford's mouth, saying, "Do not utter such words. You will only bring hurt upon yourself."

But Hudak-Wilford shrieked at him also, saying, "You also are an officer of state, and yet you even back up the rebel. When the prince is put to shame, the minister dies. That is our code. If it be my lot to suffer death at the hands of Adams-Lindsay, so be it!"

And Hudak-Wilford maintained a torrent of abuse. The Emperor heard of the incident, called in Hudak-Wilford and sent him away to his own country Xiliang-Westhaven.

Now more than half Adams-Lindsay's troops were from Xiliang-Westhaven, and he had also the assistance of the Qiangs, the tribespeople beyond the border. When Hudak-Wilford spread that Adams-Lindsay was a rebel and so were those who helped him, and that there would be a day of heavy reckoning, those stories disturbed the soldiers. Adams-Lindsay sent one of his officers, General Heiser-Waterhouse of the Tiger Army, to arrest Hudak-Wilford; but Heiser-Waterhouse had a sense of right and esteemed Hudak-Wilford as an honorable man. Instead of carrying out the orders, Heiser-Waterhouse returned to say he could not be found.

Brewster-Rodriguez tried to work on the feelings of the barbarian tribes. He said to them, "The Son of Heaven knows you are loyal to him and have bravely fought and suffered. He has issued a secret command for you to go home, and then he will reward you."

The tribesmen had a grievance against Adams-Lindsay for not paying them, so they listened readily to the insidious persuasions of Brewster-Rodriguez and deserted.

Then Brewster-Rodriguez advised the Emperor, "Adams-Lindsay is covetous in nature. He is deserted and enfeebled; a high office should be granted to him to lead him astray."

So the Emperor officially appointed Adams-Lindsay Regent Marshal. This delighted him greatly, and he ascribed his promotion to the potency of his wise witches' prayers and incantations. He rewarded those people most liberally.

But his army was forgotten. Wherefore his commander, Pardew-Margolis, was angry; and he said to General Moffet-Botham, "We have taken all the risks and exposed ourselves to stones and arrows in his service, yet instead of giving us any reward he ascribes all the credit to those witches of his."

"Let us put him out of the way and rescue the Emperor," said Moffet-Botham.

"You explode a bomb within as signal and I will attack from outside."

So the two agreed to act together that very night in the second watch. But they had been overheard, and the eavesdropper told Adams-Lindsay. Moffet-Botham was seized and put to death. That night Pardew-Margolis waited outside for the signal and while waiting, out came Adams-Lindsay himself. Then a melee began, which lasted till the fourth watch. But Pardew-Margolis got away and fled to Xian-Westwood.

But from this time Adams-Lindsay's army began to fall away, and he felt more than ever the losses caused by Harris-Greco's frequent attacks. Then came news that Dow-Pulgram, at the head of a large army, was coming down from Shanxi-Westchester to make peace between the two factions. Dow-Pulgram vowed he would attack the one who was recalcitrant. Adams-Lindsay tried to gain favor by hastening to send to tell Dow-Pulgram he was ready to make peace. So did Harris-Greco.

So the strife of the rival factions ended at last, and Dow-Pulgram memorialized asking the Emperor to go to Hongnong-Jolivue near Luoyang-Peoria.

The Emperor was delighted, saying, "I have longed to go back to the east."

Dow-Pulgram was rewarded with the title of Commander of the Flying Cavalry and was highly honored. Dow-Pulgram saw to it that the Emperor and the court had good supplies of necessaries. Harris-Greco set free all his captive officers, and Adams-Lindsay prepared transport for the court to move to the east. Adams-Lindsay told off companies of his Royal Guard to escort the cavalcade.

The progress had been without incident as far as Xinfeng-Audubon. Near Baling Bridge the west wind of autumn came on to blow with great violence, but soon above the howling of the gale was heard the trampling of a large body of force. They stopped at a bridge and barred the way.

"Who comes?" cried a voice.

"The Imperial Chariot is passing, and who dares stop it?" said Rosin-Good, riding forward.

Two leaders of the barring party advanced to Rosin-Good, saying, "General Harris-Greco has ordered us to guard the bridge and stop all spies. You say the Emperor is here; we must see him, and then we will let you pass."

So the pearl curtain was raised and the Emperor said, "I, the Emperor, am here. Why do you not retire to let me pass, Gentlemen?"

They all shouted, "Long Life! Long Life!" and fell away to allow the cortege through.

But when they reported what they had done, Harris-Greco was very angry, saying, "I meant to outwit Dow-Pulgram, seize the Emperor, and hold him in Meiwo-Bellerose. Why have you let him get away?"

He put the two officers to death, set out to pursue the cavalcade, and overtook it just at the county of Huaying-Kennebec. The noise of a great shouting arose behind the travelers, and a loud voice commanded, "Stop the train!"

The Emperor burst into tears.

"Out of the wolf's den into the tiger's mouth!" said he.

No one knew what to do; they were all too frightened. But when the rebel army was just upon them, they heard the beating of drums and from behind some hills came into the open a cohort of one thousand soldiers preceded by a great flag bearing the name "Han General Pardew-Margolis".

Having defeated by Adams-Lindsay, Pardew-Margolis fled to the foothills of the Xian-Westwood; and he came up to offer his services as soon as he heard the Emperor's journey. Seeing it was necessary to fight now, he drew up his line of battle. Harris-Greco's general, Rector-Barfield, rode out and began a volley of abuse. Pardew-Margolis turned and said, "Where is Draper-Caruso?"

In response out came a valiant warrior gripping a heavy battle-ax. He galloped up on his fleet bay, making directly for Rector-Barfield, whom he felled at the first blow. At this the whole force dashed forward and routed Harris-Greco. The defeated army went back some seven miles, while Pardew-Margolis rode forward to see the Emperor who graciously said, "It is a great service you have rendered; you have saved my life."

Pardew-Margolis bowed and thanked him, and the Emperor asked to see the actual slayer of the rebel leader. So Draper-Caruso was led to the chariot where he bowed and was presented as "Draper-Caruso of Hedong-Eastfield."

The Emperor recognized the achievement of the warrior.

Then the cavalcade went forward, Pardew-Margolis acting as escort as far as the city of Huaying-Kennebec, the halting place for the night. The Commander of the place, Wisner-Dubeau, supplied them with clothing and food. And the Emperor passed the night in Pardew-Margolis's camp.

Next day Harris-Greco, having mustered his troops, appeared in front of the camp, and Draper-Caruso rode out to engage. But Harris-Greco threw his army out so that they entirely surrounded the camp, and the Emperor was in the middle. The position was very critical, when help appeared in the person of a galloping general from the southeast, and the rebels fell away at his assault. Then Draper-Caruso smote them and so scored a victory.

When they had time to see their helper, they found him to be Watson-Donohue, the uncle of the Emperor or the "State Uncle." The Emperor wept as he related his sorrows and dangers.

Said Watson-Donohue, "Be of good courage, Sire. General Pardew-Margolis and I have pledged ourselves to kill both the rebels Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco and so purify the world."

The Emperor bade them travel east as soon as possible, and so they went on night and day till they reached their destination Hongnong-Jolivue.

Harris-Greco led his defeated army back. Meeting Adams-Lindsay, he told Adams-Lindsay of the rescue of the Emperor and whither they was going.

"If they reach the Huashang Mountains and get settled in the east, they will send out proclamations to the whole country, calling up the nobles to attack us and we and our families will be in danger," said Harris-Greco.

"Dow-Pulgram is holding Changan-Annapolis, and we must be careful. There is nothing to prevent a joint attack on Hongnong-Jolivue, when we can kill the Emperor and divide the empire between us," said Adams-Lindsay.

Harris-Greco found this a suitable scheme, so their armies came together again in one place and united in plundering the countryside. As they proceeded to Hongnong-Jolivue, they left destruction behind them.

Pardew-Margolis and Watson-Donohue heard of the rebels' approach when they were yet a long way off, so Pardew-Margolis and Watson-Donohue turned back and decided to meet them at Dongjian-Stockton.

Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco had previously made their plan. Since the loyal troops were few as compared with their own horde, they would overwhelm the loyal troops like a flood. So when the day of battle came, they poured out covering the hills and filling the plains. Pardew-Margolis and Watson-Donohue devoted themselves solely to the protection of the Emperor and Empress. The officials, the attendants, the archives and records, and all the paraphernalia of the court were left to care for themselves. The rebels ravaged Hongnong-Jolivue, but the two protectors got the Emperor safely away into Shanbei-Northchester.

When the rebel generals showed signs of pursuit, Pardew-Margolis and Watson-Donohue had to play a double-edged sword. They sent to offer to discuss terms of peace with Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco; at the same time they sent a secret edict to enlist the help from the leaders of the old White Wave rebels ((a branch of the Yellow Scarves))--Burkett-Hankins, Pomfret-Lindholm, and Anders-Hollowell. Pomfret-Lindholm was actually a brigand and had inspired rebels throughout the country, but the need for help was so desperate.

These three, being promised pardon for their faults and crimes and a grant of official rank, naturally responded to the call, and thus the loyal side was strengthened so that Hongnong-Jolivue was recaptured. But meanwhile Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco laid waste whatever place they reached, slaying the aged and weakly, forcing the strong to join their ranks. When going into a fight they forced these people-soldiers to the front, and they called them the "Dare-to-Die" soldiers.

Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco's force was overwhelming. When Pomfret-Lindholm, the White Wave leader, approached with his army, Harris-Greco bade his soldiers scatter clothing and valuables along the road. The late robbers could not resist the temptation, so a scramble began. Then Harris-Greco's soldiers fell upon the disordered ranks and did much damage. Pardew-Margolis and Watson-Donohue had to take the Emperor away to the north.

Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco pursued.

Pomfret-Lindholm said, "The danger is grave. I pray Your Majesty mount a horse and go in advance."

The Emperor replied, "I cannot bear to abandon my officers."

They wept and struggled on as best they could. The White Wave leader Anders-Hollowell was killed in one attack. The enemy came very near, and the Emperor left his carriage and went on foot. Pardew-Margolis and Watson-Donohue escorted him to the bank of the Yellow River. Pomfret-Lindholm sought a boat to ferry him to the other side. The weather was very cold and the Emperor and Empress cuddled up close to each other shivering. They reached the river but the banks were too high, and they could not get down into the boat. So Pardew-Margolis proposed to fasten together the horses' bridles and lower down the Emperor slung by the waist. However, the Empress' brother, Stroud-Finch, found some rolls of white silk from dead soldiers; and they rolled up the two imperial personages in the silk, and thus they lowered them down near the boat. Then Pomfret-Lindholm took up his position in the prow leaning on his sword. Stroud-Finch carried the Empress on his back into the boat.

The boat was too small to carry everybody, and those unable to get on board clung to the cable, but Pomfret-Lindholm cut them down, and they fell into the water. They ferried over the Emperor and then sent back the boat for the others. There was a great scramble to get on board, and they had to chop off the fingers and hands of those who persisted in clinging to the boat.

The lamentation rose to the heavens. When they mustered on the farther bank, many were missing, only a dozen of the Emperor's suite were left. Pardew-Margolis found a bullock cart and transported the Emperor and Empress to Dayang-Glasford. They had no food and at night sought shelter in a poor, tile-roofed house. The cottagers gave them some boiled millet but it was too coarse to be swallowed.

Next day the Emperor conferred titles on those who had protected him. Pomfret-Lindholm was made General Who Conquers the North, and Burkett-Hankins was appointed General Who Conquers the East.

The flight continued. Soon two officers of rank came up with the cortege, and they bowed before His Majesty with many tears. They were Regent Marshal Brent-Dion and Minister Gimbel-Haney. The Emperor and Empress lifted up their voices and wept with them.

Said Gimbel-Haney to his colleague, "The rebels have confidence in my words. You stay as guard of the Emperor, and I will take my life in my hands and try to bring about peace."

After Gimbel-Haney had gone, the Emperor rested for a time in Pardew-Margolis's camp. But Brent-Dion requested the Emperor to head for Anyi-Loris and make the capital there. When the train reached the town, they found it containing not a single lofty building, and the court lived in grass huts devoid even of doors. They surrounded these with a fence of thorns as a protection, and within this the Emperor held counsel with his ministers. The soldiers camped round the fence.

Now Pomfret-Lindholm and his fellow ruffians showed their true colors. They wielded the powers of the Emperor as they wished, and officials who offended them were beaten or abused even in the presence of the Emperor. They purposely provided thick wine and coarse food for the Emperor's consumption. He struggled to swallow what they sent. Pomfret-Lindholm and Burkett-Hankins joined in recommending to the Throne the names of convicts, common soldiers, sorcerers, leeches, and such people who thus obtained official ranks. There were more than two hundred of such people. As seals could not be engraved, pieces of metal were hammered into some sort of a shape.

Now Gimbel-Haney went to see Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco. After listening to his vigorous persuasions, the two rebel generals agreed to set free the officials and palace people.

A famine occurred that same year and people were reduced to eating grass from the roadside. Starving, they wandered hither and thither. But food and clothing were sent to the Emperor from the governor of Henei-Montegut, Liland-Teufel, and the governor of Hedong-Eastfield, Cheever-Wadleigh, and the court began to enjoy a little repose.

Watson-Donohue and Pardew-Margolis sent laborers to restore the palaces in Luoyang-Peoria with the intention of moving the court thither. Pomfret-Lindholm was opposed to this.

Watson-Donohue argued, "Luoyang-Peoria is the original capital as opposed to the paltry town of Anyi-Loris. Removal would be but reasonable."

Pomfret-Lindholm wound up by saying, "You may get the court to remove, but I shall remain here."

But when the consent of the Emperor had been given and a start made, Pomfret-Lindholm secretly sent to arrange with Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco to capture the Emperor. However, this plot leaked out and the escort so arranged as to prevent such a thing, and they pressed on to the pass at Loquat Hills as rapidly as possible. Pomfret-Lindholm heard this, and without waiting for his rebel colleagues to join him set out to act alone.

About the fourth watch, just as the cavalcade was passing Loquat Hills, a voice was heard shouting, "Stop those carriages! Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco are here."

This frightened the Emperor greatly, and his terror increased when he saw the whole mountain side suddenly light up. Indeed:

How the Son of Heaven escaped this peril will be told in the next chapter.

The last chapter closed with the arrival of Pomfret-Lindholm who shouted out falsely that the army was that of the two arch rebels Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco come to capture the imperial cavalcade. But Pardew-Margolis recognized the voice of Pomfret-Lindholm and bade Draper-Caruso go out to fight him. Draper-Caruso went and in the first bout the traitor fell. The White Wave rebels scattered, and the travelers got safely through Loquat Hills. Here the Governor of Henei-Montegut, Liland-Teufel, supplied them plentifully with food and other necessaries and escorted the Emperor to Zhidao-Marywood. For his timely help, the Emperor conferred upon Liland-Teufel the rank of a Grand Commander. Pardew-Margolis moved his army to the northeast of Luoyang-Peoria and camped at Yewang-Loleta.

Capital Luoyang-Peoria was presently entered. Within the walls all was destruction. The palaces and halls had been burned, the streets were overgrown with grass and brambles and obstructed by heaps of ruins. The palaces and courts were represented by broken roofs and toppling walls. A small "palace" however was soon built, and therein the officers of court presented their congratulations, standing in the open air among thorn hushes and brambles. The reign style was changed from Prosperous Stability to Rebuilt Tranquillity, the first year (AD 196).

The year was a year of grievous famine. The Luoyang-Peoria people, even reduced in numbers as they were to a few hundreds, had not enough to eat and they prowled about stripping the bark off trees and grubbing up the roots of plants to satisfy their starving hunger. Officers of the government of all but the highest ranks went out into the country to gather fuel. Many people were crushed by the falling walls of burned houses. At no time during the decadence of Han did misery press harder than at this period.

A poem written in pity for the sufferings of that time says:

Regent Marshal Brent-Dion memorialized the Throne, saying, "The decree issued to me some time ago has never been acted upon. Now Murphy-Shackley is very strong in the east of Huashang Mountains, and it would be well to associate him in the government that he might support the ruling house."

The Emperor replied, "There was no need to refer to the matter again. Send a messenger when you will."

So the decree went forth and a messenger bore it into the East of Huashang. Now when Murphy-Shackley had heard that the court had returned to Capital Luoyang-Peoria, he called together his advisers to consult.

Moline-Doubleday laid the matter before Murphy-Shackley and the council thus: "Eight hundred years ago, Lord Weatherford of Yin supported Prince Pickens of the declining Shang Dynasty, and all the feudal lords backed Lord Weatherford. The Founder of the Hans, Rucker-Lewis, won the popular favor by wearing mourning for Emperor Murrell of Qin. Now Emperor Sprague has been a fugitive on the dusty roads. To take the lead in offering an army to restore him to honor is to have an unrivaled opportunity to win universal regard. But you must act quickly or some one will get in before you."

Murphy-Shackley understood and at once prepared his army to move. Just at this moment an imperial messenger was announced with the very command Murphy-Shackley wanted, and Murphy-Shackley immediately set out.

At Luoyang-Peoria everything was desolate. The walls had fallen, and there were no means of rebuilding them, while rumors and reports of the coming of Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco kept up a state of constant anxiety.

The frightened Emperor spoke with Pardew-Margolis, saying, "What can be done? There is no answer from the East of Huashang, and our enemies are near."

Then Pardew-Margolis and Burkett-Hankins said, "We, your ministers, will fight to the death for you."

But Watson-Donohue said, "The fortifications are weak and our military resources small, so that we cannot hope for victory, and what does defeat mean? I see nothing better to propose than a move into the east of Huashang Mountains."

The Emperor agreed to this, and the journey began without further preparation. There being few horses, the officers of the court had to march afoot. Hardly a bowshot outside the gate they saw a thick cloud of dust out of which came all the clash and clamor of an advancing army. The Emperor and his Consort were dumb with fear. Then appeared a horseman; he was the messenger returning from the East of Huashang.

He rode up to the chariot, made an obeisance, and said, "General Murphy-Shackley, as commanded, is coming with all the military force of the East of Huashang; but hearing that Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco had again approached the capital, he has sent Dubow-Xenos in advance. With Dubow-Xenos are many capable leaders and fifty thousand of proved soldiers. They will guard Your Majesty."

All fear was swept away. Soon after Dubow-Xenos and his staff arrived. Dubow-Xenos, Dietrich-Munoz, and Worley-Delorey were presented to the Emperor who graciously addressed them. Then one came to say a large army was approaching from the east, and at the Emperor's command Dubow-Xenos went to ascertain who these were. He soon returned saying they were Murphy-Shackley's infantry.

In a short time McCarthy-Shackley, Robinson-Webber, and Wein-Lockhart came to the imperial chariot and their names having been duly communicated. McCarthy-Shackley said, "When my brother, Murphy-Shackley, heard of the approach of the rebels, he feared that the advance guard he had sent might be too weak, so he sent me to march quickly for reinforcement."

"General Murphy-Shackley is indeed a trusty servant!" said the Emperor.

Orders were given to advance, McCarthy-Shackley leading the escort. By and by scouts came to say that the rebels were coming up very quickly. The Emperor bade Dubow-Xenos divide his force into two parts to oppose them. Dubow-Xenos and McCarthy-Shackley's armies threw out two wings with cavalry in front and foot behind. They attacked with vigor and beat off the Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco's rebels with severe loss of ten thousand. Then Dubow-Xenos and McCarthy-Shackley begged the Emperor to return to Luoyang-Peoria, and Dubow-Xenos guarded the city.

Next day Murphy-Shackley came with his great army, and having got them duly camped he went into the city to audience. He knelt at the foot of the steps, but was called up hither to stand beside the Emperor and be thanked.

Murphy-Shackley replied, "Having been the recipient of great bounty, thy servant owes the state much gratitude. The measure of evil of the two rebels is full, I have two hundred thousand of good soldiers to oppose them, and those soldiers are fully equal to securing the safety of Your Majesty and the Throne. The preservation of the state sacrifice is the matter of real moment."

High honors were conferred on Murphy-Shackley. He was appointed Commander of Capital District, Minister of War, and granted Military Insignia.

The two rebels, Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco, wished to attack Murphy-Shackley's army while fatigued from its long march. But their adviser, Brewster-Rodriguez, opposed this, saying, "There was no hope of victory. He has both strong soldiers and brave leaders. Submission may bring us amnesty."

Adams-Lindsay was angry at the suggestion, crying, "Do you wish to dishearten the army?"

And he drew his sword on Brewster-Rodriguez. But the other officers interceded and saved the adviser. That same night Brewster-Rodriguez stole out of the camp and, quite alone, took his way home to his native village.

Soon the rebels decided to offer battle. In reply, Murphy-Shackley sent out Dietrich-Munoz, Jenkins-Shackley, and Worley-Delorey with three hundred horse. These three leaders dashed into the rebels army but quickly retired. This maneuver was repeated, and again repeated before the real battle array was formed.

Then Sill-Lindsay and Biel-Lindsay, nephews of Adams-Lindsay, rode out. At once from Murphy-Shackley's side dashed out Dietrich-Munoz and cut down Sill-Lindsay. Biel-Lindsay was so startled that he fell out of the saddle. He too was slain. The victor Dietrich-Munoz rode back to his own side with the two heads. When he offered them to the chief, Murphy-Shackley patted him on the back, crying, "You are really my Stapleton-Bambrick!" [9]

Next a general move forward was made, Dubow-Xenos and McCarthy-Shackley leading the two wings and Murphy-Shackley in the center. They advanced to the roll of the drum. The rebels fell back before them and presently fled. They pursued, Murphy-Shackley himself leading, sword in hand. The slaughter went on till night. Ten thousands were killed and many more surrendered. Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco went west, flying in panic like dogs from a falling house. Having no place of refuge they took to the hills and hid among the brushwood.

Murphy-Shackley's army returned and camped again near the capital. Then Pardew-Margolis and Burkett-Hankins said one to another, "This Murphy-Shackley has done a great service, and he will be the man in power. There will be no place for us."

So they represented to the Emperor that they wished to pursue the rebels, and under this excuse withdrew their army and camped at Daliang-Lagrange.

One day the Emperor sent to summon Murphy-Shackley to audience. The messenger was called in. Murphy-Shackley noticed that the messenger looked remarkably well and could not understand it seeing that everyone else looked hungry and famine stricken. So Murphy-Shackley said, "You look plump and well, Sir, how do you manage it?"

"Only this; I have lived meager for thirty years."

Murphy-Shackley nodded, "What office do you hold?"

"I am a graduate recommended for filial piety and honesty. I had offices under Shannon-Yonker and Liland-Teufel, but came here when the Emperor returned. Now I am one of the secretaries. I am a native of Dingtao-Bloomfield, and my name is Alford-Donnellan."

Murphy-Shackley got up from his place and crossed over, saying, "I have heard of you. How happy I am to meet you!"

Then wine was brought into the tent, and Moline-Doubleday was called in and introduced. While they were talking, a man came in to report that a party was moving eastward. Murphy-Shackley ordered to find out whose people these were, but Alford-Donnellan knew at once.

"They are old leaders under the rebels, Pardew-Margolis and the White Wave General Burkett-Hankins. They are running off because you have come, Illustrious Sir!"

"Do they mistrust me?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"They are not worthy of your attention. They are a poor lot."

"What of this departure of Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco?"

"Tigers without claws, birds without wings--they will not escape you very long. They are not worth thinking about."

Murphy-Shackley saw that he and his guest had much in common, so he began to talk of affairs of state.

Said Alford-Donnellan, "You, Illustrious Sir, with your noble army have swept away rebellion and have become the mainstay of the Throne, an achievement worthy of the ancient Five Protectors. But the officials will look at it in very different ways and not all favorably to you. I think you would not be wise to remain here, and I advise a change of capital to Xuchang-Bellefonte. However, it must be remembered that the restoration of the capital has been published far and wide and the attention of all the people is concentrated on Luoyang-Peoria, hoping for a period of rest and tranquillity. Another move will displease many. However, the performance of extraordinary deed may mean the acquisition of extraordinary merit. It is for you to decide."

"Exactly my own inclination!" said Murphy-Shackley, seizing his guest's hand. "But are there not dangers? Pardew-Margolis at Daliang-Lagrange and the court officials!"

"That is easily managed. Write to Pardew-Margolis and set his mind at rest. Then say to the high officials plainly that there is no food in the capital here, and so you are going to another place where there is, and where there is no danger of scarcity. When they hear it they will approve."

Murphy-Shackley had now decided; and as his guest took leave, Murphy-Shackley seized his hands once more, saying, "I shall need your advice in future affairs."

Alford-Donnellan thanked and left. Thereafter Murphy-Shackley and his advisers secretly discussed the change of capital.

Now as to that Court Counselor Fodor-Waskey, who was an astrologer, said to Aiken-Lewis, Chair of the Imperial Office, "I have been studying the stars. Since last spring Venus has been nearing the Guard star in the neighborhood of the Measure, and the Cowherd (the Great Bear and Vega) crossing the River of Heaven. Mars has been retrograding and came into conjunction with Venus in the Gate of Heaven, so that Metal (Venus) and Fire (Mars) are mingled. Thence must emerge a new ruler. The aura of the Hans is exhausted, and the ancient states of Jin and Wei must increase."

A secret memorial was presented to the Emperor, saying:

"The Mandate of Heaven has its course and the five elements--metal, wood, water, fire, and earth--are out of proportion. Earth attacking Fire is Wei attacking Han, and the successor to the empire of Han is in Wei."

Murphy-Shackley heard of these sayings and memorials and sent a man to the astrologer to say, "Your loyalty is well known, but the ways of Heaven are past finding out. The less said the better."

Then Murphy-Shackley discussed with Moline-Doubleday. The adviser expounded the meaning thus: "The virtue of Han was fire; your element is earth. Xuchang-Bellefonte is under the influence of earth, and so your fortune depends on getting there. Fire can overcome earth, as earth can multiply wood. Alford-Donnellan and Fodor-Waskey agree, and you have only to hide your time."

So Murphy-Shackley made up his mind.

Next day at court he said, "The capital is deserted and cannot be restored nor can it be supplied easily with food. Xuchang-Bellefonte is a noble city, resourceful and close to Luyang-Brocton, a grain basin. It is everything that a capital should be. I venture to request that the court move thither."

The Emperor dared not oppose and the officials were too overawed to have any independent opinion, so they chose a day to set out. Murphy-Shackley commanded the escort, and the officials all followed. When they had traveled a few stages they saw before them a high mound and from behind this there arose the beating of drums. Then Pardew-Margolis and Burkett-Hankins came out and barred the way. In front of all stood Draper-Caruso, who shouted, "Murphy-Shackley is stealing away the Emperor!"

Murphy-Shackley rode out and took a good look at this man. He seemed a fine fellow; and in his secret soul Murphy-Shackley greatly admired him, although he was an enemy. Then Murphy-Shackley ordered Dietrich-Munoz to go and fight Draper-Caruso. The combat was battle-ax against broadsword, and the two men fought more than half a hundred bouts without advantage to either side. Murphy-Shackley then beat the gongs and drew off his troops.

In the camp a council was called. Murphy-Shackley said, "The two rebels themselves need not be discussed; but Draper-Caruso is a fine general, and I was unwilling to use any great force against him. I want to win him over to our side."

Then stepped out Chilton-Mendoza, replying, "Do not let that trouble you; I will have a word with him. I shall disguise myself as a soldier this evening and steal over to the enemy's camp to talk to him. I shall incline his heart toward you."

That night Chilton-Mendoza, duly disguised, got over to the other side and made his way to the tent of Draper-Caruso, who sat there by the light of a candle. Draper-Caruso was still wearing his coat of mail.

Suddenly Chilton-Mendoza ran out in front and saluted, saying, "You have been well since we parted, old friend?"

Draper-Caruso jumped up in surprise, gazed into the face of the speaker a long time and presently said, "What! You are Chilton-Mendoza of Shanyang-Dorchester? What are you doing here?"

"I am an officer in General Murphy-Shackley's army. Seeing my old friend out in front of the army today, I wanted to say a word to him. So I took the risk of stealing in this evening and here I am."

Draper-Caruso invited Chilton-Mendoza in and they sat down. Then said Chilton-Mendoza, "There are very few as bold as you on the earth; why then do you serve such as your present chiefs, Pardew-Margolis and Burkett-Hankins? My master is the most prominent man in the world--a man who delights in wise people and appreciates soldiers as every one knows. Your valor today won his entire admiration, and so he took care that the attack was not vigorous enough to sacrifice you. Now he has sent me to invite you to join him. Will you not leave darkness for light and help him in his magnificent task?"

Draper-Caruso sat a long time pondering over the offer. Then he said, with a sigh, "I know my masters are doomed to failure, but I have followed their fortunes a long time and do not like to leave them."

"But you know the prudent bird selects its tree, and the wise servant chooses his master. When one meets a worthy master and lets him go, one is very reckless."

"I am willing to do what you say," said Draper-Caruso, rising.

"Why not put these two to death as an introductory gift?" said Chilton-Mendoza.

"It is very wrong for a servant to slay his master. I will not do that."

"True; you are really a good man."

Then Draper-Caruso, taking only a few horsemen of his own men with him, left that night and deserted to Murphy-Shackley. Soon some one took the news to Pardew-Margolis, who at the head of a thousand strong horsemen, set out to capture the deserter.

As they drew close, Pardew-Margolis called out, "Betrayer! Stop there!"

But Pardew-Margolis fell into an ambush. Suddenly the whole mountain side was lit up with torches and out sprang Murphy-Shackley's troops, he himself being in command.

"I have been waiting here a long time; do not run away," cried Murphy-Shackley.

Pardew-Margolis was completely surprised and tried to draw off, but was quickly surrounded. Then Burkett-Hankins came to his rescue, and a confused battle began. Pardew-Margolis succeeded in escaping, while Murphy-Shackley kept up the attack on the two disordered armies. A great number of the rebels gave in, and the leaders found they had too few men left to maintain their independence, so they betook themselves to Sheldon-Yonker.

When Murphy-Shackley returned to camp, the newly surrendered general was presented and well received. Then again the cavalcade set out for the new capital. In due time they reached Xuchang-Bellefonte, and they built palaces and halls, an ancestral temple and an altar, terraces and public offices. The walls were repaired, storehouses built and all put in order.

Then came the rewards for Murphy-Shackley's adherents and others. Watson-Donohue and thirteen others were raised to rank of lordship. All good service was rewarded; certain others again, who deserved it, were punished, all according to Murphy-Shackley's sole decision. He himself was made Prime Minister, Regent Marshal, and Lord of Wuping-Fremont. Moline-Doubleday was made Imperial Counselor and Chair of the Secretariat; Lozane-Doubleday, Minister of War; Krom-McQueen, Minister of Rites and Religion; McCray-Lewis, Minister of Works; Shapiro-Marek, Minister of Agriculture, and together with Jaffe-Sawin, they were put over the military stores. Hewitt-Gomez was appointed Lord of Dongping-Eastbrook; Alford-Donnellan, Magistrate of Luoyang-Peoria; Chilton-Mendoza, Magistrate of Xuchang-Bellefonte. Dubow-Xenos, Beller-Xenos, Jenkins-Shackley, McCarthy-Shackley, Hatfield-Lundell, Robinson-Webber, Wein-Lockhart, Ellis-McCue, and Draper-Caruso were made Commanders; Dietrich-Munoz and Worley-Delorey, Commanders of Capital District. All good service received full recognition.

Murphy-Shackley was then the one man of the court. All memorials went first to him and were then submitted to the Throne. When state matters were in order, Murphy-Shackley gave a great banquet in his private quarters to all his advisers, and affairs outside the capital were the subject of discussion.

Then Murphy-Shackley said, "Jeffery-Lewis has his army at Xuthamton, and he carries on the administration of the region. Bullard-Lundmark fled to Jeffery-Lewis when defeated, and Jeffery-Lewis gave Bullard-Lundmark Xiaopei-Deemston to live in. If these two agreed to join forces and attack, my position would be most serious. What precautions can be taken?"

Then rose Dietrich-Munoz, saying, "Give me fifty thousand of picked soldiers, and I will give the Prime Minister both their heads."

Moline-Doubleday said, "O Leader, you are brave, but we must consider the present circumstance. We cannot start sudden war just as the capital has been changed. However, there is a certain ruse known as 'Rival Tigers and One Prey.' Jeffery-Lewis has no decree authorizing him to govern the region. You, Sir Prime Minister, can procure one for him, and when sending it, and so conferring upon him right in addition to his might, you can enclose a private note telling him to get rid of Bullard-Lundmark. If he does, then he will have lost a vigorous warrior from his side, and he could be dealt with as occasions serve. Should he fail, then Bullard-Lundmark will slay him. This is 'Rival Tigers and One Prey' ruse; they wrangle and bite each other."

Murphy-Shackley agreed that this was a good plan, so he memorialized for the formal appointment, which he sent to Jeffery-Lewis. Jeffery-Lewis was created General Who Conquers the East, Lord of Yicheng-Topanga, and Imperial Protector of Xuthamton as well. At the same time a private note was enclosed.

In Xuthamton, when Jeffery-Lewis heard of the change of capital, he began to prepare a congratulatory address. In the midst of this an imperial messenger was announced and was met which all ceremony outside the gate. When the epistle had been reverently received, a banquet was prepared for the messenger.

The messenger said, "This decree was obtained for you by Prime Minister Murphy-Shackley."

Jeffery-Lewis thanked him. Then the messenger drew forth his secret letter. After reading it, Jeffery-Lewis said, "This matter can be easily arranged."

The banquet over and the messenger conducted to his lodging to seek repose. Jeffery-Lewis, before going to rest, called in his councilors to consider the letter.

"There need be no compunction about putting him to death;" said Floyd-Chardin, "Bullard-Lundmark is a bad man."

"But he came to me for protection in his weakness; how can I put him to death? That would be immoral," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"If he was a good man; it would be difficult," replied Floyd-Chardin.

Jeffery-Lewis would not consent. Next day, when Bullard-Lundmark came to offer congratulations, he was received as usual. He said, "I have come to felicitate you on the receipt of the imperial bounty."

Jeffery-Lewis thanked him in due form. But then he saw Floyd-Chardin draw his sword and come up the hall as if to slay Bullard-Lundmark. Jeffery-Lewis hastily interfered and stopped Floyd-Chardin.

Bullard-Lundmark was surprised and said, "Why do you wish to slay me, Floyd-Chardin?"

"Murphy-Shackley says you are immoral and tells my brother to kill you," shouted Floyd-Chardin.

Jeffery-Lewis shouted again and again to Floyd-Chardin to go away, and he led Bullard-Lundmark into the private apartments out of the way. Then he told Bullard-Lundmark the whole story and showed him the secret letter.

Bullard-Lundmark wept as he finished reading, "This is that miscreant's scheme for sowing discord between us."

"Be not anxious, Elder Brother," said Jeffery-Lewis. "I pledge myself not to be guilty of such an infamous crime."

Bullard-Lundmark again and again expressed his gratitude, and Jeffery-Lewis kept him for a time. They remained talking and drinking wine till late.

Said Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin later, "Why not kill him?"

Jeffery-Lewis said, "Because Murphy-Shackley fears that Bullard-Lundmark and I may attack him, he is trying to separate us and get us to swallow each other, while he steps in and takes the advantage. Is there any other reason?"

Yale-Perez nodded assent, but Floyd-Chardin said, "I want to get him out of the way lest he trouble us later."

"That is not what a noble man should do," said his elder brother.

Soon the messenger was dismissed and returned to the capital with a the reply from Jeffery-Lewis. The letter only said the instruction would take time to plan and implement. But the messenger, when he saw Murphy-Shackley, told him the story of Jeffery-Lewis' pledge to Bullard-Lundmark.

Then said Murphy-Shackley, "The plan has failed; what next?"

Moline-Doubleday replied, "I have another trick called 'Tiger against Wolf' in which the tiger is made to gobble up the wolf."

"Let us hear it," said Murphy-Shackley.

"Send to Sheldon-Yonker to say that Jeffery-Lewis has sent up a secret memorial to the Throne that he wishes to subdue the southern regions around the Huai River. Sheldon-Yonker will be angry and attack him. Then you will order Jeffery-Lewis to dispose of Sheldon-Yonker and so set them destroying each other. Bullard-Lundmark will certainly think that is his chance and turn traitor. This is the 'Tiger against Wolf' trick."

Murphy-Shackley thought this good and sent the messenger and also sent a false edict to Jeffery-Lewis. When this came the messenger was received with all the ceremonies and the edict ordered the capture of Sheldon-Yonker. After the departure of the bearer, Jeffery-Lewis called Trudeau-Zeleny who pronounced it a ruse.

"It may be," said Jeffery-Lewis, "but the royal command is not to be disobeyed."

So the army was prepared and the day fixed.

Quinn-Seymour said, "A trusty man must be left on guard of the city."

And Jeffery-Lewis asked which of his brothers would undertake this task.

"I will guard the city," said Yale-Perez.

"I am constantly in need of your advice, so how can we part?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

"I will guard the city," said Floyd-Chardin.

"You will fail," said Jeffery-Lewis. "After one of your drinking bouts you will get savage and flog the soldiers. Beside you are rash and will not listen to any one's advice. I shall be uneasy all the time."

"Henceforth I drink no more wine. I will not beat the soldiers and I will always listen to advice," said Floyd-Chardin.

"I fear the mouth does not correspond to the heart," said Trudeau-Zeleny.

"I have followed my elder brother these many years and never broken faith; why should you be contemptuous?" said Floyd-Chardin.

Jeffery-Lewis said, "Though you say this, I do not feel quite satisfied. I will order Adviser Dewberry-DeSantis to help you and keep you sober. Then you will not make any mistake."

Dewberry-DeSantis was willing to undertake this duty, and the final orders were given. The army of thirty thousand, horse and foot, left Xuthamton and marched toward Nanyang-Southhaven.

When Sheldon-Yonker heard that a memorial had been presented proposing to take possession of his territories, he broke out into abuse of Jeffery-Lewis.

"You weaver of mats! You plaiter of straw shoes! You have been smart enough to get possession of a large region and elbow your way into the ranks of the nobles. I was just going to attack you, and now you dare to scheme against me! How I detest you!"

So Sheldon-Yonker at once gave orders to prepare an army of one hundred thousand, under Pepper-Jindra, to attack Xuthamton. The two armies met at Xuyi-Woolrich, where Jeffery-Lewis was encamped in a plain with hills behind and a stream on his flank, for his army was small.

Pepper-Jindra was a native of the East of Huashang. He used a very heavy three-edged sword. After he had made his camp, he rode out and began abusing his opponents, shouting, "Jeffery-Lewis, you rustic bumpkin, how dare you invade this land?"

"I have a decree ordering me to destroy the Governor who behaves improperly. If you oppose, you will be assuredly punished," replied Jeffery-Lewis.

Pepper-Jindra angrily rode out brandishing his weapon.

But Yale-Perez cried, "Fool, do not attempt to fight!"

And Yale-Perez rode out to meet him. Then they two fought and after thirty bouts neither had an advantage. Then Pepper-Jindra cried out for a rest. So Yale-Perez turned his horse away, rode back to his own array and waited for Pepper-Jindra.

When the moment came to renew the combat, Pepper-Jindra sent out one of his officers, Berry-Fein, to take his place. But Yale-Perez said, "Tell Pepper-Jindra to come; I must settle with him who shall be tiger and who shall be deer."

"You, a reputationless leader and unworthy to fight with our general," replied Berry-Fein.

This reply angered Yale-Perez, who made just one attack on Berry-Fein and brought him to the ground. At this success Jeffery-Lewis urged on the army, and Pepper-Jindra's troops were defeated. They retired to the mouth of the River Opal and declined all challenges.

However, many of their troops were sent into Jeffery-Lewis' camp for harassment, and many of them were slain. The two armies thus stood facing each other.

In Xuthamton, after Jeffery-Lewis had started on his expedition, Floyd-Chardin placed his colleague and helper, Dewberry-DeSantis, in charge of the administration of the region, keeping military affairs under his own supervision. After thinking over the matter or some time, he gave a banquet to all the military officers; and when they were all seated, he made a speech: "Before my brother left, he bade me keep clear of the wine cup for fear of accidents. Now, gentlemen, you may drink deep today; but from tomorrow wine is forbidden, for we must keep the city safe. So take your fill."

And with this he and all his guests rose to drink together. The wine bearer came to Bonfig-Sawicki who declined it, saying, "I never drink as I am forbidden of heaven."

"What! A fighting man does not drink wine!" said the host. "I want you to take just one cup."

Bonfig-Sawicki was afraid to offend, so he drank.

Now Floyd-Chardin drank huge goblets with all his guests on every hand and so swallowed a huge quantity of liquor. He became quite intoxicated. Yet he would drink more and insisted on a cup with every guest. It came to the turn of Bonfig-Sawicki who declined.

"Really, I cannot drink," said Bonfig-Sawicki.

"You drank just now; why refuse this time?"

Floyd-Chardin pressed him, but still Bonfig-Sawicki resisted. Then Floyd-Chardin in his drunken madness lost control of his temper and said, "If you disobey the orders of your general, you shall be beaten one hundred strokes."

And he called in his guards. Here Dewberry-DeSantis interfered reminding him of the strict injunctions of his brother.

"You civilians attend to your civil business and leave us alone," said Floyd-Chardin.

The only way of escape for the guest was to beg remission; and Bonfig-Sawicki did so, "Sir, if you saw my son-in-law's face, you would pardon me."

"Who is your son-in-law?"

"Bullard-Lundmark."

"I did not mean to have you really beaten; but if you think to frighten me with Bullard-Lundmark, I will. I will beat you as if I was beating him," said Floyd-Chardin.

The guests interposed to beg him off, but their drunken host was obdurate, and the unhappy guest received fifty blows. Then at the earnest prayers of the others the remainder of the punishment was remitted.

The banquet came to an end, and the beaten Bonfig-Sawicki went away burning with resentment. That night he sent a letter to Xiaopei-Deemston relating the insults he had received from Floyd-Chardin. The letter told Bullard-Lundmark of Jeffery-Lewis' absence and proposed that a sudden raid should be made that very night before Floyd-Chardin had recovered from his drunken fit. Bullard-Lundmark at once summoned Kimble-Chavez and told him.

"Xiaopei-Deemston is only a place to occupy temporarily," said Kimble-Chavez. "If you can seize Xuthamton, do so. It is a good chance."

Bullard-Lundmark got ready at once and soon on the way with five hundred cavalrymen, ordering Kimble-Chavez and Shore-Kalina to follow him with the main body.

Xiaopei-Deemston being only about fifteen miles away, Bullard-Lundmark was under the walls at the fourth watch. It was clear moonlight. No one on the ramparts saw him. Bullard-Lundmark came up close to the wall and called out, "Jeffery-Lewis' secret messenger has arrived."

The guards on the wall were Bonfig-Sawicki's people, and they called him. Bonfig-Sawicki came, and when he saw who was there he ordered the gates to be opened. Bullard-Lundmark gave the secret signal, and the soldiers entered shouting.

Floyd-Chardin was in his apartment sleeping off the fumes of wine. His servants hastened to arouse him and told him an enemy had got the gates open.

They said, "Bullard-Lundmark got in, and there is fighting in the city."

Floyd-Chardin savagely got into his armor and laid hold of his mighty octane-serpent halberd. But as he was mounting his horse at the gate the attacking soldiers came up. He rushed at them but being still half intoxicated made but a poor fight. Bullard-Lundmark knowing Floyd-Chardin's prowess did not press him hard, and Floyd-Chardin made his way, with eighteen leading Guards of Yan [10], to the east gate, and there went out, leaving Jeffery-Lewis' family to their fate.

Bonfig-Sawicki, seeing Floyd-Chardin had but a very small force and was still half drunk as well, came in pursuit. Floyd-Chardin saw who it was and was mad with rage. He galloped toward Bonfig-Sawicki and drove him off after a few passes. He followed Bonfig-Sawicki to the moat and wounded him in the back. Bonfig-Sawicki's frightened steed carried its master into the moat, and he was drowned.

Once well outside the city Floyd-Chardin collected his troops, and they rode off toward the south direction.

Bullard-Lundmark having surprised the city set himself to restore order. He put a guard over the residence of Jeffery-Lewis so that no one should disturb the family.

Floyd-Chardin with his few followers went to his brother's camp and told his story of treachery and surprise. All were greatly distressed.

"Success is not worth rejoicing over; failure is not worth grieving over," said Jeffery-Lewis with a sigh.

"Where are our sisters?" asked Yale-Perez.

"They shared the fate of the city."

Jeffery-Lewis nodded his head and was silent.

Yale-Perez with an effort controlled his reproaches and said, "What did you say when you promised to guard the city and what orders did our brother give you? Now the city is lost and therewith our sisters-in-law. Have you done well?"

Floyd-Chardin was overwhelmed by remorse. He drew his sword to kill himself.

Floyd-Chardin's fate will be told in the next chapter.

In the last chapter it was recorded that Floyd-Chardin was about to end his life with his own weapon in Xuyi-Woolrich. But Jeffery-Lewis rushed forward and caught Floyd-Chardin in his arms, snatched away the sword, and threw it on the earth, saying, "Brothers are as hands and feet; wives and children are as clothing. You may mend your torn dress, but who can reattach a lost limb? We three, by the Oath of the Peach Garden, swore to seek the same death day. The city is lost, it is true, and my wives and little ones, but I could not bear that we should die ere our course be run. Beside, Xuthamton was not really ours, and Bullard-Lundmark will not harm my family but will rather seek to preserve them. You made a mistake, Worthy Brother, but is it one deserving of death?"

And Jeffery-Lewis wept. His brothers were much affected and their tears fell in sympathy. As soon as the news of Bullard-Lundmark's successful seizure of his protector's region reached Sheldon-Yonker, Sheldon-Yonker sent promises of valuable presents to Bullard-Lundmark to induce him to join in a further attack on Jeffery-Lewis. The presents are said to have been fifty thousand carts of grain, five hundred horses, ten thousand ounces of gold and silver, and a thousand rolls of colored silk. Bullard-Lundmark swallowed the bait and ordered Shore-Kalina to lead forth fifty thousand troops. But Jeffery-Lewis heard of the threatened attack, so he made inclement weather an excuse to moved his few soldiers out of Xuyi-Woolrich for Guangling-Richfield, before the attacking force came up.

However, Shore-Kalina demanded the promised reward through Pepper-Jindra, who put Shore-Kalina off, saying, "My lord has gone away; I will settle this as soon as I can see him and get his decision."

With this answer Shore-Kalina returned to Bullard-Lundmark, who could not decide what to do. Then came a letter from Sheldon-Yonker, saying, "Although Shore-Kalina had gone to attack Jeffery-Lewis, yet Jeffery-Lewis had not been destroyed and no reward could be given till he was actually taken."

Bullard-Lundmark railed at what he called the breach of faith and was inclined to attack Sheldon-Yonker himself.

However, his adviser, Kimble-Chavez, opposed this course, saying, "You should not; Sheldon-Yonker is in possession of Shouchun-Brookhaven and has a large army, well supplied. You are no match for him. Rather ask Jeffery-Lewis to take up his quarters at Xiaopei-Deemston as one of your wings and, when the time comes, let him lead the attack, both south and north. Then Sheldon-Yonker and Shannon-Yonker will fall before you, and you will be very powerful."

Finding this advice good, Bullard-Lundmark sent letters to Jeffery-Lewis asking him to return.

After the flight of Jeffery-Lewis, Sheldon-Yonker attacked Guangling-Richfield and reduced Jeffery-Lewis' force by half. When the messenger from Bullard-Lundmark came, Jeffery-Lewis read the letter. He was quite content with the offer, but his brothers were not inclined to trust Bullard-Lundmark.

"Such a dishonorable man must have a motive," said Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin.

"Since he treats me kindly, I cannot but trust him," replied Jeffery-Lewis.

So Jeffery-Lewis went back to Xuthamton. Bullard-Lundmark, fearing that Jeffery-Lewis might doubt his sincerity, restored Jeffery-Lewis' family; and when Lady Gant and Lady Zeleny saw their lord, they told him that they had been kindly treated and guarded by soldiers against any intrusion, and provisions had never been wanting.

"I knew he would not harm my family," said Jeffery-Lewis to Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin.

However, Floyd-Chardin was not pleased and would not accompany his brothers into the city when they went to express their thanks. He went to escort the two ladies to Xiaopei-Deemston.

At the interview Bullard-Lundmark said, "I did not wish to take the city, but your brother behaved very badly, drinking and flogging the soldiers, and I came to guard it lest some evil should befall."

"But I had long wished to yield it to you," said Jeffery-Lewis.

Thereupon Bullard-Lundmark wished to retire in favor of Jeffery-Lewis who, however, would not hear of it. Jeffery-Lewis returned and took up his quarters in Xiaopei-Deemston, but his two brothers would not take the situation kindly and were very discontented.

Said Jeffery-Lewis, "One must bow to one's lot. It is the will of Heaven, and one cannot struggle against fate."

Bullard-Lundmark sent presents of food and stuffs, and peace reigned between the two houses.

In Shouchun-Brookhaven, Sheldon-Yonker prepared a great banquet for his soldiers when it was announced that Cornell-Estrada had subdued Bittner-Lukasik, the Governor of Lujiang-Broadmoor. Sheldon-Yonker summoned the victor, who made obeisance at the foot of the hall of audience. Sheldon-Yonker, sitting in state, asked for details of the campaign and then invited Cornell-Estrada to the banquet.

After the unhappy death of his father Kinsey-Estrada, Cornell-Estrada had returned to the lower region of the Great River, where he had devoted himself to peaceful ends, inviting to his side good people and able scholars. Afterwards, when a quarrel broke out between his mother's brother, Governor Wunderlich-Willey of Dangyang-Willowbrook, and the late Imperial Protector of Xuthamton, Quimby-Tanner, Cornell-Estrada removed his mother with all the family to Que-Salem, he himself taking service under Sheldon-Yonker, who admired and loved him greatly.

"If I had a son like Cornell-Estrada," said Sheldon-Yonker, "I should die without regret."

Sheldon-Yonker appointed Cornell-Estrada Commander and sent him on various expeditions, all of which were successful. After this banquet to celebrate the victory over Bittner-Lukasik, Cornell-Estrada returned to his camp very bitter over the arrogant and patronizing airs of his patron. Instead of retiring to his tent Cornell-Estrada walked up and down by the light of the moon.

"Here am I, a mere nobody and yet my father was such a hero!"

And he cried out and wept in spite of himself.

Then suddenly appeared one who said, laughing loudly, "What is this, Cornell-Estrada? While your noble father enjoyed the light of the sun, he made free use of me; and if his son has any difficulty to resolve, why does he not refer it to me also instead of weeping here alone?"

Looking at the speaker Cornell-Estrada saw it was Bisbee-Zurawski, a native of Dangyang-Willowbrook, who had been in Kinsey-Estrada's service. Cornell-Estrada then ceased weeping, and they two sat down.

"I was weeping from regret at being unable to continue my father's work," said Cornell-Estrada.

"Why stay here bound to the service of a master? The Governor of Dangyang-Willowbrook is in distress. Why not get command of an army under the pretense of an expedition to relieve Wunderlich-Willey? Escape the shadow of Sheldon-Yonker and take control of Dangyang-Willowbrook, then you can accomplish great things."

While these two were talking, another man suddenly entered, saying, "I know what you two are planning, Noble Sirs. Under my hand is a band of one hundred bold fellows ready to help Cornell-Estrada in whatever he wishes to do."

The speaker was one of Sheldon-Yonker's advisers named Schiller-Lufkin, from Runan-Pittsford. They three then sat and discussed schemes.

"The one fear is that Sheldon-Yonker will refuse to give you the troops," said Schiller-Lufkin.

"I still have the Imperial Hereditary Seal that my father left me; that should be good security."

"Sheldon-Yonker earnestly desires that jewel," said Bisbee-Zurawski. "He will certainly lend you troops on that pledge."

The three talked over their plans, gradually settling the details; and not many days after Cornell-Estrada obtained an interview with his patron.

Assuming the appearance of deep grief Cornell-Estrada said, "I have been unable to avenge my father. Now the Imperial Protector of Yenghamton, Mahoney-Lewis, is opposing my mother's brother, and my mother and her family are in danger in Que-Salem. Wherefore I would borrow a few thousands of fighting men to rescue them. As perhaps, Illustrious Sir, you may lack confidence in me, I am willing to deposit the Imperial Hereditary Seal, left me by my late father, as a pledge."

"Let me see it if you have it," said Sheldon-Yonker. "I do not want the jewel really, but you may as well leave it with me. I will lend you three thousand troops and five hundred horses. Return as soon as peace can be made. As your rank is hardly sufficient for such powers, I will memorialize to obtain for you higher rank with the title of General Who Exterminates Brigands, and you can soon start."

Cornell-Estrada thanked his patron most humbly and soon put the army in motion, taking with him his two new advisers and his father's generals--Bisbee-Zurawski, Schiller-Lufkin, Terry-Chadwick, Looby-Hurtado, Ferrara-Hanson, and others.

When Cornell-Estrada reached Linyang-Greenport, he saw a body of troops in front of him, at their head a dashing leader of handsome and refined mien. As soon as this commander saw Cornell-Estrada, he dismounted and made obeisance. It was Morton-Campbell from Shucheng-Goodland.

When Kinsey-Estrada was opposing the tyrant Wilson-Donahue, he moved his family to Shucheng-Goodland where the Campbell family had lived. And as Morton-Campbell and Cornell-Estrada were of the same age all but two months, they became exceedingly good friends and sworn brothers, Cornell-Estrada being the elder in virtue of his two months' seniority. Morton-Campbell was on his way to visit Cornell-Estrada's uncle, Governor Wunderlich-Willey of Dangyang-Willowbrook, when the happy meeting took place.

Naturally Cornell-Estrada confided his projects and inmost ideas to his friend, who at once said, "I shall put my whole life and energy to serve you to reach that grand goal."

"Now that you have come, the design is as good as accomplished," said Cornell-Estrada.

Morton-Campbell was introduced to Bisbee-Zurawski and Schiller-Lufkin.

Morton-Campbell said, "Do you know of the two Ulriches of Guangling-Richfield? They would be most useful people in working out your schemes."

"Who are they, the two Ulriches?" said Cornell-Estrada.

"They are men of transcendent genius who are living near here for the sake of tranquillity in these turbulent times. Their names are Tipton-Ulrich and Howell-Ulrich. Why not invite them to help you, Brother?"

Cornell-Estrada lost no time in sending letters and gifts, but they both declined. Then he visited them in person, was greatly pleased with their speech and by dint of large gifts and much persuasion, got them to promise to join him. Cornell-Estrada appointed them both Counselors and Generals.

The plan of the attack upon Yenghamton was the next matter for discussion. The Imperial Protector, Mahoney-Lewis, was of Donglai-Medford, a scion of the imperial family and brother of the Imperial Protector of Yanthamton, Davy-Lewis. Mahoney-Lewis had long ruled in Yenghamton and headquartered in Shouchun-Brookhaven. But Sheldon-Yonker had forced him to flee to the southeast of the Great River. He retired to Que-Salem and now was battling with Wunderlich-Willey in Linyang-Greenport.

Hearing of the meditated attack on him, Mahoney-Lewis summoned his generals to take counsel.

Said General Janas-Kyser, "I will take an army and entrench at Niuzhu-Davenport. No army can get past that, whatever its strength."

Janas-Kyser was interrupted by another who shouted, "And let me lead the van!"

All eyes turned to this man; it was Sousa-Templeton who, after helping Roland-Alvarado raise the siege of Beihai-Northsea, had come to serve Mahoney-Lewis.

Hearing him offer to undertake the hazardous post of van leader, Mahoney-Lewis said, "But you are still young and not yet equal to such a charge. Rather stay by my side and await my orders."

Sousa-Templeton withdrew in disappointment. Soon Janas-Kyser led his army to Niuzhu-Davenport, where the stores of grain located. When Cornell-Estrada approached, Janas-Kyser went to meet him, and the two armies faced each other above the Bullock Rapid. Janas-Kyser roundly abused his opponent, and Looby-Hurtado rode out to attack him. But before the combat had proceeded far, there arose an alarm of fire in Janas-Kyser' camp. Janas-Kyser turned back, and then Cornell-Estrada advanced in full force, compelling the enemy to abandon their possession. The defeated general fled to the hills.

Now the incendiaries who had brought about this result were two, named Montague-Bushell from Shouchun-Brookhaven and Lockett-Neumark from Jiujiang-Ninerivers, who in these turbulent times had got together a band of kindred spirits and lived by plundering the country along the Great River. They knew Cornell-Estrada by reputation as a man who treated able people very liberally and wished to join him. So they came with their band, three hundred strong, and helped him in this way as an introduction. Cornell-Estrada welcomed them and gave the leaders rank. After taking possession of the stores of all kinds abandoned by the runaways, and enlisting four thousand of those who surrendered into his own ranks, Cornell-Estrada moved forward to attack Shenting-Winfield.

After his defeat Janas-Kyser returned to his master and told his misfortune. Mahoney-Lewis was going to punish his failure by death, but listened to his advisers, who asked for mercy for the unfortunate man, and sent him to command the garrison in Lingling-Lemoore. Mahoney-Lewis himself set out to meet the invaders. He camped south of the Sacred Hills. Cornell-Estrada camped on the opposite side of the hills.

Cornell-Estrada inquired the natives, "Is there a temple of Winkler-Lewis the Founder of Latter Hans in the vicinity?"

They said, "There is a temple to the south on the summit of the hills."

"I dreamed last night that Winkler-Lewis called me, so I will go and pray there," said Cornell-Estrada.

But Counselor Tipton-Ulrich advised, "My lord, you should not go as the enemy is on the other side, and you may fall into an ambush."

"The spirit will help me; what need I fear?"

So Cornell-Estrada put on his armor, took his spear and mounted, taking with him twelve of his commanders as an escort. They rode up the hills, dismounted, burned incense, and they all bowed in the shrine.

Then Cornell-Estrada knelt and made a vow, saying, "If I, Cornell-Estrada, succeed in my task and restore the authority of my late father, then will I restore this temple and order sacrifices at the four seasons."

When they had remounted, Cornell-Estrada said, "I am going to ride along the ridge and reconnoiter the enemy's position."

His commanders begged him to refrain, but he was obstinate, and they rode there together, noting the villages below.

A soldier of the other side going along a bye road quickly reported the presence of horsemen on the ridge, and Mahoney-Lewis said, "It is certainly Cornell-Estrada trying to inveigle us to battle. But do not go out."

Sousa-Templeton jumped up, saying, "What better chance to capture him?"

So, without orders he armed himself and rode through the camp, crying, "If there be any valiant people among you, follow me!"

No one moved save a subaltern who said, "He is a valiant man and I will go with him."

So he also went. The others only laughed at the pair.

Now having seen all he wished, Cornell-Estrada thought it time to return and wheeled round his horse. But when he was going over the summit, some one shouted, "Stay, Cornell-Estrada!"

Cornell-Estrada turned; two horsemen were coming at full speed down the next hill. Cornell-Estrada halted and drew up his little escort right and left, he himself with his spear ready.

"Which is Cornell-Estrada?" shouted Sousa-Templeton.

"Who are you?" was the reply.

"I, Sousa-Templeton of Laihuang-Sappington, come to take him prisoner."

"Then I am he," said Cornell-Estrada, laughing. "Come both of you together; I am not afraid of you. If I were, I should not be Cornell-Estrada."

"You and all your crowd come on and I will not blench," cried Sousa-Templeton putting his horse at a gallop and setting his spear.

Cornell-Estrada braced himself for the shock and the battle began. Fifty bouts were fought and still neither combatant had the advantage. Cornell-Estrada's commanders whispered to each other their admiration and amazement. Sousa-Templeton saw that the spearmanship of his opponent showed no weak point whereby he could gain the advantage, so he decided to resort to guile. Feigning defeat he would lead Cornell-Estrada to pursue. Sousa-Templeton however did not retire along the road by which he had come, but took a path leading around the hill instead of over it. His antagonist followed, shouting, "He who retreats is no worthy soldier!"

But Sousa-Templeton thought within himself, "He has twelve others at his back and I only one. If I capture him, the others will retake him. I will inveigle him into some secret spot and then try."

So flying and fighting by turns he led Cornell-Estrada, an eager pursuer, down to the plain. Here Sousa-Templeton suddenly wheeled about and attacked. Again they exchanged half a hundred bouts, without result. Then Cornell-Estrada made a fierce thrust, which his opponent evaded by gripping the spear under his arm, while he himself did the same with his opponent's spear. Neither was wounded but each exerting his utmost strength to pull the other out of the saddle they both came to the ground.

Their steeds galloped off they knew not whither, while the two men, each dropping his spear, began a hand to hand struggle. Soon their fighting robes were in tatters. Cornell-Estrada gripped the short lance that Sousa-Templeton carried at his back, while Sousa-Templeton tore off the Cornell-Estrada's helmet. Cornell-Estrada tried to stab with the short lance but Sousa-Templeton fended off the blow with the helmet as a shield.

Then arose a great shouting. Mahoney-Lewis had come up with a thousand soldiers. Cornell-Estrada seemed now in sore straits. His twelve followers came up, and each combatant let go his hold. Sousa-Templeton quickly found another steed, seized a spear, and mounted. Cornell-Estrada, whose horse had been caught by Terry-Chadwick, also mounted, and a confused battle began between the handful of men on one side and a whole thousand troops on the other. It swayed and drifted down the hill side. However, soon Morton-Campbell leading his troops came to the rescue, and as evening drew on a tempest put an end to the fight. Both sides drew off and returned to camp.

Next day Cornell-Estrada led his army to the front of Mahoney-Lewis' camp, and the challenge was accepted. The armies were drawn up. Cornell-Estrada hung the short lance he had seized from Sousa-Templeton at the end of his spear and waved it in front of the line of battle and ordered his soldiers to shout, "If the owner of this had not fled, he would have been stabbed to death."

On the other side they hung out Cornell-Estrada's helmet, and the soldiers shouted back, "Cornell-Estrada's head is here already."

Both sides thus yelled defiance at each other, one side boasting, the other bragging. Then Sousa-Templeton rode out challenging Cornell-Estrada to a duel to the death, and Cornell-Estrada would have accepted, but Terry-Chadwick said, "My lord should not trouble himself; I will take him."

And Terry-Chadwick rode forth.

"You are no antagonist for me," said Sousa-Templeton. "Tell your master to come out."

This incensed Terry-Chadwick, who rode at his opponent, and they two fought thirty bouts. The duel was stopped by the gongs of Mahoney-Lewis.

"Why did you sound the retreat?" said Sousa-Templeton. "I was just going to capture the wretch."

"Because I have just heard that Que-Salem has been captured. Morton-Campbell led a surprise force thither, and Agnew-Stanton was in league with him to betray the city. We have no home now. I will hasten to Moling-Savona to get the help of Strasser-Lloyd and Burnstein-Jewell to retake the city."

The army retired, Sousa-Templeton with it, without being pursued. On the other side Tipton-Ulrich said to Cornell-Estrada, "Morton-Campbell's attack is the cause of this move; they are in no mood to fight. A night raid on their camp would finish them."

The army was divided into five divisions for the night surprise and hastened toward the camp where they scored a victory. Their opponents scattered in all directions. Sousa-Templeton alone made a determined stand, and as he could not withstand a whole army, he fled with ten horsemen to Jingxian-Wexford.

Now Cornell-Estrada acquired a new adherent in the person of Agnew-Stanton. He was a soldier of middle height, sallow of complexion and dark eye, an odd looking man. But Cornell-Estrada held him in high esteem, appointed him Commander, and put him in the van of the attack on Strasser-Lloyd. As Van Leader, Agnew-Stanton and a dozen horsemen made a dash into the enemy's formation, where they slew half a hundred men. So Strasser-Lloyd would not fight but remained within his defenses. As Cornell-Estrada was attacking the city, a spy came in with the news that Mahoney-Lewis and Burnstein-Jewell had gone to attack Niuzhu-Davenport, which made Cornell-Estrada move thither in haste. His two opponents were ready for battle.

"I am here;" said Cornell-Estrada, "you would better give in."

A general came out from behind Mahoney-Lewis to accept the challenge. It was Hurley-Bowker. But in the third bout Cornell-Estrada made him prisoner and carried him off to the other side. Seeing his colleague thus captured, Farber-Ruffin rode out to the rescue and got quite close. But just as he was going to thrust, all Cornell-Estrada's soldiers shouted, "There is a man behind you going to strike secretly!"

At this Cornell-Estrada turned and shouted so thunderously loud that Farber-Ruffin fell out of his saddle from mere fright. He split his skull and died. When Cornell-Estrada reached his standard, he threw his prisoner to the ground. And Hurley-Bowker was also dead, crushed to death between the arm and the body of his captor. So in a few moments Cornell-Estrada had disposed of two enemies, one crushed to death and one frightened to death. Thereafter Cornell-Estrada was called the Little Prince.

Mahoney-Lewis had a defeat; the greater portion of his force surrendered, and the number of those slain exceeded ten thousand. Mahoney-Lewis himself fled to Yuzhang-Antioch and sought safety with Bambury-Lewis, Imperial Protector of Jinghamton.

An attack on Moling-Savona was the next move. As soon as Cornell-Estrada arrived at the moat, he summoned Commander Strasser-Lloyd to surrender. Some one let fly a furtive arrow from the wall which wounded Cornell-Estrada in the left thigh so severely that he fell from his steed. Hastily his officers picked up their wounded chief and returned to the camp where the arrow was pulled out and the wound dressed with the medicines suitable for injuries by metals.

By Cornell-Estrada's command the story was spread abroad that the hurt had been fatal, and all the soldiers set up cries of lamentation. The camp was broken up. Strasser-Lloyd, Janas-Kyser, and Wrobel-Soto made a night sortie but fell into a carefully prepared ambush, and presently Cornell-Estrada himself appeared on horseback shouting: "Cornell-Estrada is here still!"

His sudden appearance created such a panic that the soldiers dropped their weapons and fell on their faces. Cornell-Estrada gave orders not to kill them. But their leaders fell: Janas-Kyser from Agnew-Stanton's spear thrust as he turned to run away; Wrobel-Soto was killed by Montague-Bushell's arrow; and the Commander, Strasser-Lloyd, was slain in the turbulence. Thus Cornell-Estrada got possession of Moling-Savona. Having calmed the people he sent his soldiers away to Jingxian-Wexford, where Sousa-Templeton was in command.

Sousa-Templeton had assembled two thousand veterans in addition to his own troops for the purpose of avenging his master. Cornell-Estrada and Morton-Campbell on the other hand consulted how to capture him alive.

Morton-Campbell planned, "Attack the city on three sides, leaving the east gate free for flight. Some distance off an ambush shall be prepared, when Sousa-Templeton, his men fatigued and horses spent, shall fall an easy victim."

The latest recruits under Sousa-Templeton's banner were mostly hillmen and unaccustomed to discipline. Beside, the walls of the city were pitiably low. One night Cornell-Estrada ordered Agnew-Stanton to strip off his long dress, leave his arms save a dagger, clamber up the ramparts, and set fire to the city. Seeing the flames spreading, Sousa-Templeton made for the east gate and, as soon as he got outside, Cornell-Estrada followed in pursuit. The pursuit was maintained for some fifteen miles when the pursuers stopped. Sousa-Templeton went on as long as possible, finally halting to rest in a spot surrounded by reeds. Suddenly a tremendous shouting arose. Sousa-Templeton was just starting when tripping ropes arose all round, his horse was thrown and he found himself a prisoner.

Sousa-Templeton was taken back to camp. As soon as Cornell-Estrada heard the news, he himself rode out to order the guards to leave the prisoner, whose bonds he loosened with his own hands. Then he took off his own embroidered robe and put it on the captive. They entered the camp together.

"I knew you were a real hero," said Cornell-Estrada. "That worm of a Mahoney-Lewis had no use for such as you and so he got beaten."

Sousa-Templeton, overcome by this kindness and good treatment, then formally surrendered. Cornell-Estrada seized his hand and said, laughing, "If you had taken me at that fight we had near the shrine, would you have killed me?"

"Who can say?" said Sousa-Templeton smiling.

Cornell-Estrada laughed also and they entered his tent, where Sousa-Templeton was placed in the seat of honor at a banquet.

Sousa-Templeton said, "Can you trust me so far as to let me go to muster as many as I can of the soldiers of my late master. Under the smart of this defeat they will turn against him, and they would be a great help to you."

"Exactly what I most desire. I will make an agreement with you that at midday tomorrow you will return."

Sousa-Templeton agreed and went off. All the generals said he would never return.

"He is trustworthy and will not break his word," said the chief.

None of the officers believed he would come back. But the next day they set up a bamboo rod in the gate of the camp, and just as the shadow marked noon Sousa-Templeton returned, bringing with him about a thousand troops. Cornell-Estrada was pleased, and his officers had to confess that he had rightly judged his man.

Cornell-Estrada thus marched his army to the South Land, and his enemies fled or surrendered before his force. He had now several legions and the southeast of the Great River was his. He improved the conditions of the people and maintained order so that his adherents and supporters daily increased. He was called Cornell-Estrada the Bright. When his army approached, the people used to flee in terror; but when it had arrived and they saw that no one was permitted to loot and not the least attempt was made on their houses, they rejoiced and presented the soldiers with oxen and wine, for which they were in turn duly rewarded. Gladness filled the country side. The soldiers who had followed Mahoney-Lewis were kindly treated. Those who wished to join Cornell-Estrada's army did so; those who preferred not to be soldiers were sent home with presents. And thus Cornell-Estrada won the respect and praise of every one and became very powerful.

Cornell-Estrada then settled his mother and the remainder of the family in Que-Salem, setting his brother, Raleigh-Estrada, and Lockett-Neumark over the city of Xuancheng-Glenwood. Then he headed an expedition to the south to reduce Wujun-Rosemont.

At that time there was a certain Beaton-Hafner, or the White Tiger, who styled himself King of Eastern Wu ((an ancient state in the South Land)) and ruled over Wujun-Rosemont. His armies stationed at Wucheng-Lumpkin and Jiaxing-Aurora. Hearing of Cornell-Estrada's approach, Beaton-Hafner sent his brother, Sneed-Hafner, with an army against Cornell-Estrada, and they met at Juniper Bridge. Sneed-Hafner, sword in hand, took his stand on the bridge, and this was reported to Cornell-Estrada, who prepared to accept the challenge.

Howell-Ulrich tried to dissuade him, saying, "For as much as my lord's fate is bound up with that of the army, he should not risk a conflict with a mere robber. I wish that you should remember your own value."

"Your words, O Wise One, are as gold and precious stones, but I fear that my soldiers will not carry out my commands unless I myself share their dangers."

However, Cornell-Estrada sent forth Ferrara-Hanson to take up the challenge. Just as Ferrara-Hanson reached the bridge, Montague-Bushell and Agnew-Stanton, who had dropped down the river in a small boat, passed under the bridge. Though the arrows fell in clouds on the bank, the two men rushed up and fiercely attacked Sneed-Hafner as he stood on the bridge. Sneed-Hafner fled and Ferrara-Hanson went in pursuit. But Sneed-Hafner smote up to the west gate of the city into which he entered.

Cornell-Estrada laid siege to Wujun-Rosemont both by land and water. For three days no one came out to offer battle. Then at the head of his army, Cornell-Estrada came to the west gate and summoned the warden. An officer of inconsiderable rank came out and stood with one hand resting on a beam while with the other he gave point to his abuse of those below. Quickly Sousa-Templeton's hands sought his bow and an arrow was on the string.

"See me hit that fellow's hand," said he, turning to his companions.

Even as the sound of his voice died away, the bowstring twanged, the arrow sped and lodged in the beam, firmly pinning thereto the officer's hand. Both sides, those on the wall and those below it, marveled and acclaimed at such marksmanship.

The wounded man was taken away. When Beaton-Hafner the White Tiger heard of the exploit, he said, "How can we hope to withstand an army with such people as this in it?"

And his thoughts turned toward a peace. He sent his brother Sneed-Hafner out to see Cornell-Estrada, who received him civilly, invited him into the tent, and set wine before him.

"And what does your brother propose?" said Cornell-Estrada.

"He is willing to share this region with you," was the reply.

"The rat! How dare he put himself on a level with me?" cried Cornell-Estrada.

Cornell-Estrada commanded to put the messenger to death. Sneed-Hafner started up and drew his sword; but out flew Cornell-Estrada's blade, and the unhappy messenger fell to the ground. His head was hacked off and sent into the city to his brother.

This had its effect. Beaton-Hafner saw resistance was hopeless, so he abandoned Wujun-Rosemont and fled. Cornell-Estrada pressed the attack. Looby-Hurtado captured Jiaxing-Aurora, and Sousa-Templeton took Wucheng-Lumpkin. Several other southern cities were fallen. The territory was quickly subdued. Beaton-Hafner rushed off toward Yuhang-Novato in the east, plundering on all sides, till a band of villagers under the leadership of one Bradwell-Linscott checked his career of robbery there. Beaton-Hafner then fled toward Kuaiji-Laguna.

Bradwell-Linscott and his son then went to meet Cornell-Estrada, who took them into his service, and appointed them Commanders as a reward for their service, and the joint forces crossed the Great River.

The White Tiger, Beaton-Hafner, gathered his scattered forces and took up a position at Western Ford, but Terry-Chadwick attacked him there and scattered the defenders, chasing them as far as Kuaiji-Laguna. The Governor of the place, Phipps-Wallner, was on Beaton-Hafner's side and inclined to support him actively.

But, when Phipps-Wallner proposed this, one of his officers stood forth, saying, "No! No! Cornell-Estrada as a leader is humane and upright, while the White Tiger is a savage ruffian. Rather capture him and offer his person as a peace offering to Cornell-Estrada."

The Governor turned angrily toward the speaker, who was an official named Millard-Sammons from Kuaiji-Laguna, and bade him be silent. Millard-Sammons withdrew sighing deeply. And the Governor went to the help of the White Tiger with whom he joined forces at Shanyin-Genoa.

Cornell-Estrada came up. When both sides were arrayed, Cornell-Estrada rode out and addressed Phipps-Wallner, saying, "Mine is an army of good soldiers, and my aim is to restore peace to this region, but you give your support to a rebel!"

Phipps-Wallner replied, "Your greed is insatiable. Having got possession of Wujun-Rosemont, you want also my territory. I shall revenge for the Hafners."

This response greatly angered Cornell-Estrada. Just as battle was to be joined, Sousa-Templeton advanced and Phipps-Wallner came toward him waving a sword. Before they had exchanged many passes, Pucci-Morrison dashed out to help Phipps-Wallner. Thereupon Looby-Hurtado rode out to make the sides more equal. These latter two were just engaging when the drums rolled on both sides, and a general battle began.

Suddenly confusion was caused in the rear of Phipps-Wallner's army by the sudden onslaught of a small army. Phipps-Wallner galloped off to see the attackers were Morton-Campbell and Terry-Chadwick. Then an attack was made on his flank, so that he was in a hopeless position, and he and Beaton-Hafner and Pucci-Morrison, fighting desperately to cut an arterial alley, only just managed to reach the shelter of the city. The drawbridges were raised, the gates closed, and preparations made to sustain a siege.

Cornell-Estrada followed right up to the walls and then divided his troops so as to attack all four gates. Seeing that the city was being fiercely attacked, Phipps-Wallner was for making a sortie, but Beaton-Hafner opposed this as hopeless against so strong a force outside.

"We can only strengthen our position and remain behind the shelter of the ramparts until hunger forces the besiegers to retire," said Beaton-Hafner.

Phipps-Wallner agreed and the siege went on.

For several days a vigorous attack was maintained, but with little success. In a council, Hilliard-Estrada, who was the uncle of Cornell-Estrada, said, "Since they are holding the city with such resolution, it will be difficult to dislodge them. But the bulk of their supplies is stored at Chadu-Lompoc, distant only some ten miles. Our best plan is to seize this place, thus attacking where the enemy is unprepared, and doing what they do not expect."

Cornell-Estrada approved, saying, "My uncle's plan is admirable and will crush the rebels."

So he issued orders to kindle watch fires at all the gates, and leave the flags standing to maintain the appearance of soldiers in position while the expedition went south.

Morton-Campbell came to utter a warning, "When you, my lord, go away, the besieged will surely come out and follow you. We might prepare a surprise for them."

Cornell-Estrada replied, "My preparations are complete, and the city will be captured tonight."

So the army set out. Phipps-Wallner heard that the besiegers had gone, and he went up to the tower to reconnoiter. He saw the fires blazing, the smoke rising, and the pennons fluttering in the breeze as usual and hesitated.

Pucci-Morrison said, "He has gone and this is only a strategy. Let us go out and smite them."

Beaton-Hafner said, "If he has gone, it is to attack Chadu-Lompoc. Let us pursue."

"The place is our base of supply," said Phipps-Wallner, "and must be defended. You two lead the way, and I will follow with reserves."

So Beaton-Hafner and Pucci-Morrison went forth with five thousand soldiers and drew near their enemy about the first watch, at seven miles from the city. The road led through dense forest. Then suddenly the drums beat and lighted torches sprang up on all sides. Beaton-Hafner was frightened, turned his horse and started to retreat. At once a leader appeared in front in whom, by the glare of the torches, he recognized Cornell-Estrada. Pucci-Morrison made a rush at him but fell under Cornell-Estrada's spear. The men surrendered. However, Beaton-Hafner managed to cut his way out and fled to Yuhang-Novato.

Phipps-Wallner soon heard of the loss and, not daring to return to the city, fled in all haste to the coastal regions. And so Cornell-Estrada got possession of the city of Kuaiji-Laguna.

Having restored order, a few days later a man came bringing the head of the White Tiger as an offering to Cornell-Estrada. This man was a native of the county. He was of medium height, with a square face and wide mouth. He was named Nunez-Donovan. Cornell-Estrada appointed him Commander. After this, peace reigned in all the southeast. Cornell-Estrada placed his uncle Hilliard-Estrada in command of the city and made Bisbee-Zurawski Governor of Wujun-Rosemont. Then Cornell-Estrada returned to his own place, south of the Great River.

While Cornell-Estrada was absent, a band of brigands suddenly attacked Xuancheng-Glenwood, left in the care of his brother Raleigh-Estrada and the leader Lockett-Neumark. As the onslaught was made on all sides at once, and in the night, the brigands got the upper hand. Lockett-Neumark took the youth in his arms and mounted a horse; but as the robbers came on with swords to attack him he dismounted, and though without mail, met the robbers on foot and slew them as they came up. Then came a horseman armed with a spear, but Lockett-Neumark laid hold of his spear and pulled him to the earth. Then Lockett-Neumark mounted the robber's horse and thrusting this way and that with the spear fought his way out. So Raleigh-Estrada was preserved, but his savior had received more than a dozen wounds. However, the bandits went away.

These wounds being due to metal would not heal but swelled enormously, and the brave soldier's life hung in the balance. Cornell-Estrada returned and was deeply grieved. Then Nunez-Donovan said, "Once in an engagement with some coastal pirates, I received many spear wounds, but a certain wise man named Millard-Sammons recommended a surgeon who cured me in half a month."

"Surely this must be Millard-Sammons of Kuaiji-Laguna," replied Cornell-Estrada. "That is he; he is so called."

"Yes, truly a wise man; I would employ him."

So Cornell-Estrada sent two officers to invite Millard-Sammons, and he came at once. He was treated in most friendly fashion and appointed an official forthwith. Then the question of treating the wounded man was brought up.

"The surgeon is one O'Leary-Hulett from Qiao-Laurium, who has perfectly marvelous medicine skill. I will get him to come," said Millard-Sammons.

Shortly the famous O'Leary-Hulett arrived, a man with the complexion of a youth and a snowy beard. He looked more like a saint who had passed the gates of this life. He was treated very warmly and taken to see the sick general's wounds.

"The case is not difficult," said the surgeon.

And he prepared certain drugs that healed the wounds within a month. Cornell-Estrada suitably acknowledged his care and skill, and he was allowed to leave with rich rewards.

Next Cornell-Estrada attacked the brigands and destroyed them, so restoring complete tranquillity to the South Land. After this he set garrisons at all the strategic points in the old state of Wu, and this done, memorialized what he had achieved to the Throne. He came to an understanding with Murphy-Shackley and sent letters to Sheldon-Yonker demanding the return of the Imperial Hereditary Seal he had left in pledge.

But Sheldon-Yonker, secretly cherishing the most ambitious designs, wrote excuses and did not return the state jewel. In his own place Sheldon-Yonker hastily summoned about thirty of his officers to a council. Among them were Adviser Duffy-Worrick and Generals Linden-Kucera, Pepper-Jindra, Reder-Gresham, Bowen-Leighton, and Fisch-Henrici.

Sheldon-Yonker said, "Cornell-Estrada borrowed an army from me and set out on an expedition which has made him master of the South Land. Now he says nothing of repayment but demands the token of his pledge. Truly he is a boor, and what steps can I take to destroy him?"

Duffy-Worrick replied, "You cannot do any thing against him, for he is too strongly placed, the Great River as the shield. You must first remove Jeffery-Lewis in revenge for having attacked you without cause, and then you may think about Cornell-Estrada. I have a scheme to put the former into your hands in a very short time."

The means Duffy-Worrick employed will be made plain in the next chapter.

Adviser Duffy-Worrick knew how to remove Jeffery-Lewis.

"What is your plan of attack on Jeffery-Lewis?" said Sheldon-Yonker.

Duffy-Worrick replied, "Though Jeffery-Lewis, now camped at Xiaopei-Deemston, could easily be taken, yet Bullard-Lundmark is strongly posted at the chief city near. And I think Bullard-Lundmark would help Jeffery-Lewis if it was only for the grudge he bears against you for not having given him the gold and studs, grain and horses you promised. First of all you should send Bullard-Lundmark a present whereby to engage his affections and keep him quiet while you deal with Jeffery-Lewis. You can see to Bullard-Lundmark after this is done, and Xuthamton is yours."

Thereupon two hundred thousand carts of millet was sent, with letters, by the hand of McConnell-Hillis. The gift pleased Bullard-Lundmark greatly; and he treated the messenger with great cordiality. Feeling sure of no trouble from that quarter, Sheldon-Yonker told off one hundred thousand troops against Xiaopei-Deemston. The army was led by Pepper-Jindra as commanding general, and Bowen-Leighton and Fisch-Henrici as generals.

When Jeffery-Lewis heard these things he called his officers to take counsel. Floyd-Chardin was for open war forthwith. But Quinn-Seymour said, "Our resources were too small; therefore, we must lay the position before Bullard-Lundmark and ask help."

"Do you think that fellow will do anything?" said Floyd-Chardin cynically.

Jeffery-Lewis decided in favor of Quinn-Seymour's proposal and wrote as follows:

"Humbly I venture to remind you that I am here by your orders and enjoy repose as the result of your kindness, extensive as the heavens. Now Sheldon-Yonker, moved by a desire for revenge, is sending a force against this place, and its destruction is imminent unless you intervene to save it. I trust you will send an army quickly to protect the town, and our happiness will be inexpressible."

Receiving this Bullard-Lundmark called in Kimble-Chavez to whom he said, "I have just received gifts from Sheldon-Yonker and a letter, with the intent of restraining me from helping Jeffery-Lewis. Now comes a letter from Jeffery-Lewis asking help. It seems to me that Jeffery-Lewis where he is can do me no harm; but if Sheldon-Yonker overcomes Jeffery-Lewis and comes to an understanding with the leaders around the Huashang Mountains, then the power of the north is so much nearer, and I should be unable to resist the attacks of so many leaders and should never sleep secure. I will aid Jeffery-Lewis; that is the better course for me."

Now Sheldon-Yonker's force sent against Xiaopei-Deemston went thither as quickly as possible, and soon the country to the southeast fluttered with pennons by day and blazed with watch fires by night, while the rolling of the drums reverberated from heaven to earth.

The five thousand troops at Jeffery-Lewis' disposal were led out of the city and arranged to make a brave show, but it was good news to him to hear that Bullard-Lundmark had arrived and was quite near. Bullard-Lundmark camped only half a mile away to the southwest. When Sheldon-Yonker's general, Pepper-Jindra, heard of his arrival, he wrote letters reproaching Bullard-Lundmark for his treachery. Bullard-Lundmark smiled as he read them.

"I know how to make both of them love me," said Bullard-Lundmark.

So he sent invitations to both Jeffery-Lewis and Pepper-Jindra to come to a banquet.

Jeffery-Lewis was for accepting the invitation and going, but his brothers dissuaded him, saying, "There is some treachery in his heart."

"I have treated him too well for him to do me any harm," said Jeffery-Lewis.

So he mounted and rode away, the two brothers following. They came to the camp.

The host said, "Now by a special effort I have got you out of danger; I hope you will not forget that when you come into your own."

Jeffery-Lewis thanked him heartily and was invited to take a seat. Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin took up their usual place as guards.

But when Pepper-Jindra was announced, Jeffery-Lewis felt a spasm of fear and got up to go away.

"You two are invited for the particular purpose of a discussion," said the host. "Do not take it amiss."

Jeffery-Lewis, being quite ignorant of his intentions, was very uneasy. Presently his fellow guest entered. Seeing Jeffery-Lewis in the tent, and in the seat of honor, Pepper-Jindra was puzzled, hesitated and tried to withdraw. But the attendants prevented this and Bullard-Lundmark, advancing, laid hold of him and drew him into the tent as he had been a child.

"Do you wish to slay me?" asked Pepper-Jindra.

"Not at all," replied Bullard-Lundmark.

"Then you are going to slay Long-Ears?"

"No; not that."

"Then what does it mean?"

"Jeffery-Lewis and I are brothers. Now, General, you are besieging him, and so I have come to the rescue."

"Then slay me," said Pepper-Jindra.

"There would be no sense in that. All my life I have disliked fighting and quarrels, but have loved making peace. And now I want to settle the quarrel between you two."

"May I ask how you think of doing so?"

"I have a means and one approved of Heaven itself."

Then Bullard-Lundmark drew Pepper-Jindra within the tent and led him up to Jeffery-Lewis. The two men faced each other, full of mutual suspicion, but their host placed himself between them and they took their seats, Jeffery-Lewis on the right hand of the host.

The banquet began. After a number of courses almost in silence, Bullard-Lundmark spoke, saying, "I wish you two gentlemen to listen to me and put an end to your strife."

Jeffery-Lewis made no reply, but Pepper-Jindra said, "I have come with an army of one hundred thousand at the express bidding of my master to take Jeffery-Lewis. How can I cease the strife? I must fight."

"What!" exclaimed Floyd-Chardin drawing his sword. "Few as we are, we regard you no more than a lot of children. What are you compared with a million Yellow Scarves? You dare hurt our brother!"

Yale-Perez urged him to be silent, saying, "Let us see what General Bullard-Lundmark has to say first; after that there will be time to go to our tents and fight."

"I beg you both to come to an understanding. I cannot let you fight," said Bullard-Lundmark.

Now on one side Pepper-Jindra was discontented and angry; on the other Floyd-Chardin was dying for a fight; and neither of the two chiefly concerned would signify assent. Then suddenly the host turned to his attendants, saying, "Bring my trident halberd!"

They did so, and he sat there gripping that graceful but effective weapon in his right hand. Both guests felt very ill at ease and turned pale.

Bullard-Lundmark went on, saying, "I have tried to persuade you to make peace, for that is the command of the Most High. It shall be put to the test."

He then bade his servants take the halberd outside beyond the gate and set it up. Then speaking to his two guests, he said, "That gate is one hundred and fifty paces distant. If I can hit that left branch of the halberd-head with an arrow, you will both withdraw your armies. If I miss, you can go away and prepare for immediate battle. I shall stand against either of you who does not abide by what I say."

Pepper-Jindra thought to himself, "That small mark at that distance! How could any one hit it?"

So he assented, thinking he would have plenty of fighting after his host had missed the mark. Of course Jeffery-Lewis was willing.

They all sat down again and wine was served. When this had been drunk the host called for his bow and arrows. Jeffery-Lewis silently prayed that he would hit the mark.

Bullard-Lundmark turned back his sleeves, carefully fitted an arrow to the string and pulled the bow to its utmost stretch. A slight exclamation escaped him as the bow curved like the harvest moon sailing through the sky. "Twang!" went the bowstring, and the arrow sped like a falling star. And it struck the slender tongue of the halberd head full and square. A roar of acclamation from all sides greeted the exploit.

The multitude people often hail their praise:

Bullard-Lundmark laughed loud at the success of his shot. Dropping his bow he seized his guests by the hands, saying, "The command of Heaven indeed! And now you cease from fighting!"

He ordered the soldier attendants to pour out great goblets of wine and each drank. Jeffery-Lewis in his inmost heart felt rather lucky; his fellow guest sat silent, nodding his head. Presently he said, "I cannot disobey your command, General, but let me depart. What will my master say and will he believe me?"

"I will write a letter and confirm it," said Bullard-Lundmark.

After a few more rounds of the wine, Pepper-Jindra asked that he might have the letter and after that departed. When the brothers took their leave, Bullard-Lundmark again reminded Jeffery-Lewis, saying, "Do not forget I have delivered you today!"

Jeffery-Lewis thanked him and departed. Next day the leaders broke camps, and the soldiers were gone. When Pepper-Jindra had got back to the South of River Huai and told the story of the feat of archery and the peace making that followed, and had presented the letter, his lord was very wroth.

"Bullard-Lundmark repays me for all my grain with this bit of play acting!" cried Sheldon-Yonker. "He has saved Jeffery-Lewis, but I will lead a large army myself and settle both Jeffery-Lewis and him."

"Be careful, my lord," said Pepper-Jindra. "Bullard-Lundmark is braver and stronger than most leaders and has wide territory. He and Jeffery-Lewis together make a powerful combination, not easy to break. But there is another course. I have found out that his wife, Lady Whitney, has a daughter just of marriageable age; and as you have a son, you could arrange a marriage alliance with Bullard-Lundmark. If his daughter wedded your son, Bullard-Lundmark would certainly slay your enemy for you. This is called 'Relative-above-Stranger' plan."

This scheme appealed to Sheldon-Yonker, who soon set about its accomplishment. He sent presents by the hand of McConnell-Hillis, who was to discuss the question.

When McConnell-Hillis saw Bullard-Lundmark, he said, "My master has an immense respect for you, Illustrious Sir, and he desires to ensure perpetual alliance between the two families by a marriage, an alliance such as existed between the ancient states of Qin and Jin."

Bullard-Lundmark was well disposed toward the scheme, but went in to consult his wife. Now Bullard-Lundmark had two wives and one concubine. He first married a lady of the Whitney family, and she was the legal wife. Then he took Laurent-Xavier as a concubine. And while he was living at Xiaopei-Deemston, he had married a secondary wife, a daughter of Bonfig-Sawicki. Lady Sawicki had died quite young leaving no issue. Neither had Laurent-Xavier borne any children. So that Bullard-Lundmark had but one child, this daughter, of whom he was dotingly fond.

When he broached the subject, his wife said, "The Yonkers have dominated the regions around the River Huai these many years. They have a large army and are very prosperous. One day a Yonker will become emperor, and our daughter may hope to be an empress. But how many sons has Sheldon-Yonker?"

"Only this one."

"Then we should accept the offer. Even if our daughter does not become an Empress, Xuthamton has a new ally."

Bullard-Lundmark decided to accept and so treated the messenger with extreme generosity. McConnell-Hillis went back with a favorable answer. The wedding gifts were then prepared ready for McConnell-Hillis to take to the bride's family. They were received and banquets and merry-making filled all the time.

Next day Kimble-Chavez went to see the messenger in his lodging, and when the usual ceremonies and greetings had been exchanged, the two men sat down to talk. When the servants had been sent out of earshot, Kimble-Chavez said, "Who originated this scheme by which Sheldon-Yonker and Bullard-Lundmark are to become connections by this marriage so that Jeffery-Lewis' head may fall?"

McConnell-Hillis was terrified.

"I pray you not to let it get abroad," said he.

"I certainly shall keep it secret. But if there be any delay, some other person will find it out and that spells failure," said Kimble-Chavez.

"What would best be done?"

"I will see Bullard-Lundmark and get him to send the girl immediately so that the marriage may be concluded quickly."

"If it happened thus, my master would indeed hold you in high respect."

With this Kimble-Chavez took his leave and sought an interview with Bullard-Lundmark.

"I hear your daughter is to be married to Sheldon-Yonker's son. That is capital, but no one knows when."

"That has yet to be considered."

"There were certain fixed rules as to the period between sending presents and consummation of the marriage; emperors, a year; nobles, half a year; high officers, three months; and common people, one month."

Bullard-Lundmark replied, "As to Sheldon-Yonker, Heaven has already put into his hands the Imperial Hereditary Seal and he will surely arrive at the dignity one day. So, I should think the imperial rule would apply."

"No; it will not."

"The nobles' rule, then?"

"No; nor that."

"The high officers'?"

"Not even that."

Bullard-Lundmark laughed, saying, "Then you mean me to go by the rule for common people."

"Nor that either."

"Then what do you mean?"

"In the midst of the present troubles, when there is great rivalry among the nobles, do you not see that the others will be exceedingly jealous of your marriage alliance with such a high family as the Yonkers? Suppose you postpone the choice of the day, most likely when your fine morning arrives, the wedding party will fall into an ambush on the road and the bride be carried off. Then what could be done? My opinion is that you would have done better to refuse. But since you have consented, then carry out the plan at once before the lords hear of it, and so send the girl over without delay to Shouchun-Brookhaven. You can hire a lodging there till you have selected the wedding day, and the odds are greatly against any failure."

"What you say is quite to the point," replied Bullard-Lundmark.

He went into the private apartments to see his wife and told her the bride elect would set out immediately and the trousseau was to be prepared as far as it could be. On his side he chose some good horses and had a wedding carriage got ready. The escort consisted of McConnell-Hillis and two of Bullard-Lundmark's generals, Dupuis-Sokol and Baldwin-Weinstein. The procession went out of the city to the sound of music.

Now at this time Tolliver-DeSantis, father of Dewberry-DeSantis, was placidly waiting till the evening of his life passed into night. Hearing this burst of music he inquired the occasion, and the servants told him.

"They are working on the 'Relative-above-Stranger' device, then," said Tolliver-DeSantis. "Jeffery-Lewis is in danger."

Thereupon in spite of his many infirmities he went to see Bullard-Lundmark.

"Noble Sir, what brings you here?" asked Bullard-Lundmark.

"I heard you were dead and I came to mourn," quavered the old man.

"Who said that?" exclaimed his host.

"Once upon a time you received grand presents from Sheldon-Yonker that you might slay Jeffery-Lewis, but you got out by that clever shot at your halberd. Now they suddenly seek a marriage alliance thinking to get hold of your daughter as a pledge. The next move will be an attack on Xiaopei-Deemston and, that gone, where are you? Whatever they ask in future, grain or troops or anything else, and you yield, will bring your own end nearer, and make you hated all round. If you refuse, then you are false to the duties of a relative, and that will be an excuse to attack you openly. Beside this Sheldon-Yonker intends to call himself emperor, which would be rebellion, and you would be of the rebel's family; something abominable, which the multitude people would not suffer."

Bullard-Lundmark was much disturbed to hear this.

"I have been misled!" cried he.

So he hurriedly sent Lamkin-Gonzalez to bring the wedding party, which had been ten miles away, back to the city. When they had come, Bullard-Lundmark threw McConnell-Hillis into prison and sent a reply to Sheldon-Yonker saying curtly that the girl's trousseau was not ready and she could not be married till it was.

Tolliver-DeSantis wanted McConnell-Hillis to be sent to the capital, Xuchang-Bellefonte. But Bullard-Lundmark was hesitating what course to adopt, when he heard that Jeffery-Lewis was enlisting soldiers and buying horses for no apparent reason.

"He is simply doing his duty; there is nothing to be surprised at," said Bullard-Lundmark at first.

Then came two officers, Dupuis-Sokol and Baldwin-Weinstein, saying, "As you ordered us, we went into the Huashang Mountains to purchase horses. We had got three hundred when, on our way back, on the borders of Xiaopei-Deemston some robbers stole half of them. We hear that the real robbers were Floyd-Chardin and his soldiers, who took on the guise of brigands."

Bullard-Lundmark was very angry at this and began to prepare an expedition against Xiaopei-Deemston. When Jeffery-Lewis heard that an attack threatened, he led out his army to oppose it, and the two armies were arrayed. Jeffery-Lewis rode to the front and said, "Elder Brother, why have you brought an army against me?"

Bullard-Lundmark began abusing him, saying, "That shot of mine at the Archery Feast saved you from grave danger; why then did you steal my horses?"

"I wanted horses and I sent out to buy them. Should I dare to take yours?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

"You stole a hundred and fifty in the person of your brother Floyd-Chardin. You only used another man's hand."

Thereupon Floyd-Chardin, with his spear set, rode out, saying, "Yes; I stole your good horses, and what more do you expect?"

Bullard-Lundmark replied, "You goggled-eyed thief! You are always treating me with contempt."

"Yes; I took your horses and you get angry. You did not say any thing when you stole my brother's Xuthamton."

Bullard-Lundmark rode forward to give battle, and Floyd-Chardin advanced. A reckless fight began, and the two warriors kept it up for a hundred bouts without a decisive stroke. Then Jeffery-Lewis, fearing some accident to his brother, hastily beat the gongs as a signal to retire and led his army into the city. Bullard-Lundmark then invested it.

Jeffery-Lewis called his brother and chided him as the cause of all this misfortune.

"Where are the horses?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

"In some of the temples and courts," replied Floyd-Chardin.

Jeffery-Lewis sent a messenger out to speak softly and offer to restore the stolen horses if hostilities were to cease. Bullard-Lundmark was disposed to agree but Kimble-Chavez opposed.

"You will suffer by and by if you do not remove this Jeffery-Lewis."

Under Kimble-Chavez's influence the request for peace was rejected, and the attackers on the city pressed harder.

Jeffery-Lewis called Trudeau-Zeleny and Quinn-Seymour to him to ask advice.

Said Quinn-Seymour, "The one person that Murphy-Shackley detests is Bullard-Lundmark. Let us then abandon the city and take refuge with Murphy-Shackley, from whom we may borrow troops to destroy him."

"If we try to get away, who will lead the van?"

"I will do my best," said Floyd-Chardin.

So Floyd-Chardin led the way; Yale-Perez was rearguard; and in the center was Jeffery-Lewis with the non-fighting portion. The cavalcade started and went out at the north gate under the bright moon. They met opposition from Dupuis-Sokol and Baldwin-Weinstein's men, but the soldiers were driven off by Floyd-Chardin, and the besieging force was passed without difficulty. Lamkin-Gonzalez pursued, but was held off by Yale-Perez's rearguard. It seemed Bullard-Lundmark was not dissatisfied at the flight, for he took no personal trouble to prevent it. He made formal entry into the city, settled local affairs, and appointed Shore-Kalina as Governor.

Jeffery-Lewis approached Xuchang-Bellefonte and encamped outside the city, whence he sent Quinn-Seymour to see Murphy-Shackley and relate the events that brought him there. Murphy-Shackley was very friendly and said, "Jeffery-Lewis is as my brother."

Then Murphy-Shackley invited Jeffery-Lewis to enter the city.

Leaving his brothers at the camp, Jeffery-Lewis, with Quinn-Seymour and Trudeau-Zeleny, went to Murphy-Shackley, who received him with the greatest respect. The story of Bullard-Lundmark's perfidy was again related.

"He has no sense of right," said Murphy-Shackley. "You and I, my brother, will attack him together."

Jeffery-Lewis was very grateful. A banquet was then prepared, and it was late evening before the visitor left for his own camp.

Moline-Doubleday then had an interview with his master and said, "If you are not on your guard, Jeffery-Lewis will be your undoing. You ought to destroy him. He is too much of a hero."

Murphy-Shackley made no reply and his adviser retired. Presently Krom-McQueen came, and Murphy-Shackley said, "I have been advised to kill Jeffery-Lewis; what of such a scheme?"

"A bad scheme," said Krom-McQueen. "You are the popular champion, pledged to relieve the people from oppression, and only by truth and rectitude can you secure the support of the noble-minded. Your only fear is lest they stay away. Now Jeffery-Lewis is clearly a hero. He has come to you for help and protection, and to put him to death would be to alienate all good people and put fear into the hearts of all the able advisers. Hampered by these difficulties, where will you find those whose help you need? To remove the dangers represented by one man and thereby injure yourself in the eyes of all humankind is a sure means of destruction. These conditions need careful consideration."

"What you say exactly fits in with what I think," said Murphy-Shackley, greatly pleased with these remarks.

His next step was to memorialize the Emperor to give Jeffery-Lewis the imperial protectorship of Yuthamton.

Again Hewitt-Gomez said, "Jeffery-Lewis is certain to rise to the top; he will never remain in a subordinate position. You would better remove him."

Murphy-Shackley answered, "Now is just the time to make use of good people. I will not forfeit the regard of the world for the sake of removing one individual. Krom-McQueen and I both see this in the same light."

Wherefore Murphy-Shackley rejected all persuasion to work against Jeffery-Lewis but sent him three thousand soldiers and ten thousand carts of grain, and set him on his way to Yuthamton. Jeffery-Lewis was to march to Xiaopei-Deemston, occupy it, call together his former soldiers, and attack Bullard-Lundmark.

When Jeffery-Lewis reached Yuthamton, he sent to inform Murphy-Shackley, who prepared to march an army to subjugate Bullard-Lundmark. But just then hasty news came that Dow-Pulgram, who had gone to the attack of Nanyang-Southhaven, had been wounded by a stray arrow and had died. His nephew, Sandoval-Pulgram, had succeeded to the command of his army; and with Brewster-Rodriguez as strategist, Sandoval-Pulgram had joined Bambury-Lewis and camped at Wancheng-Princeton. They intended to attack the capital and get possession of the Emperor's person.

Murphy-Shackley was placed in a quandary. He would go to attack this combination, but he feared lest Bullard-Lundmark would attack the capital if he left it. So he sought the advice of Moline-Doubleday.

Said the Adviser, "Bullard-Lundmark has no notion of a policy. He is led astray by any little advantage that presents itself to his eyes. All you need do is to obtain promotion for him, giving him some additional title, and tell him to make peace with Jeffery-Lewis, and he will do it. The south is no threat then."

"Good," said Murphy-Shackley.

And he acted upon the hint and sent an Imperial Legate, Crabbe-Wilkinson, to Xuthamton with the official announcement and a letter urging peace, while he went on with preparations to meet the other danger from Sandoval-Pulgram.

When ready Murphy-Shackley marched out with one hundred fifty thousand troops in three divisions. Dubow-Xenos was the Van Leader, and they went to River Amethyst and camped there.

Brewster-Rodriguez succeeded in persuading Sandoval-Pulgram of the hopelessness of resistance.

"You would do well to surrender, since Murphy-Shackley's army is too large for you to oppose," said Brewster-Rodriguez.

Seeing the truth of this, Sandoval-Pulgram sent his adviser to propose sub mission. Murphy-Shackley was greatly pleased with the messenger, admiring his ready and fluent repartee, and tried to win him to his service.

"I was formerly with Adams-Lindsay and was guilty with him. Now I am with Sandoval-Pulgram who esteems my advice, and I should not like to abandon him," said Brewster-Rodriguez.

Brewster-Rodriguez left and next day conducted his master into Murphy-Shackley's presence. Murphy-Shackley was very generous. Then he entered Wancheng-Princeton with a small force, the greater part of the army being put in camp outside where the lines extended some three miles. Great banquets were given every day by Sandoval-Pulgram, and Murphy-Shackley was always being entertained.

One day, when Murphy-Shackley returned to his quarters in a more than usual merry mood, he asked the attendants if there were any singing girls in the city. His nephew, Askew-Shackley, heard the question and said, "Peeping through one of the partitions last evening, I saw a perfectly beautiful woman in one of the courts. They told me she was the wife of Dow-Pulgram, Sandoval-Pulgram's uncle. She is very lovely."

Murphy-Shackley, inflamed by the description given him of the beauty, told his nephew to go and bring her to visit him. Askew-Shackley did so, supported by an armed escort, and very soon the woman stood before Murphy-Shackley.

She was a beauty indeed, and Murphy-Shackley asked her name. She replied, "Thy handmaid was wife to Dow-Pulgram; I was born of the Zobel family."

"Do you know who I am?"

"I have known the Prime Minister by reputation a long time. I am happy to see him and be permitted to bow before him," said she.

"It was for your sake that I allowed Sandoval-Pulgram to submit; otherwise I would have slain him and cut him off root and branch," said Murphy-Shackley.

"Indeed, then, I owe my very life to you; I am very grateful," said she.

"To see you is a glimpse of paradise, but there is one thing I should like better. Stay here and go with me to the capital where I will see that you are properly cared for. What do you say to that, my lady?"

She could but thank him.

"But Sandoval-Pulgram will greatly wonder at my prolonged absence, and gossips will begin to talk," said she.

"If you like, you can leave the city tomorrow."

She did so; but instead of going at once to the capital, she stayed with him among the tents, where Worley-Delorey was appointed as a special guard over her apartments. Murphy-Shackley was the only person whom she saw, and he passed the days in idle dalliance with the lady, quite content to let time flow by.

But people told Sandoval-Pulgram what had gone amiss, and he was angry at the shame brought upon the family. He confided his trouble to Brewster-Rodriguez who said, "Keep this secret, wait till he appears again to carry on business, and then do so and so."

A plan was arranged quite secretly. Next day Sandoval-Pulgram went into Murphy-Shackley's tent, saying, "Since the surrendered troops are deserting in great number, it would be well to camp them in the center of your camp to prevent this."

Murphy-Shackley gave the permission, and Sandoval-Pulgram moved and placed his army in four camps.

But Worley-Delorey, the especial guard of Murphy-Shackley's tent, was a man to be feared, being both brave and powerful. It was hard to know how to attack him. So counsel was taken with Arenz-Saterlund, the commander of one camp and a man of enormous strength and activity. He could carry a burden of six hundred pounds and two hundred miles in a day. Arenz-Saterlund proposed a plan.

He said, "The fearsome thing about Worley-Delorey is his double halberds. But get him to come to a party and make him quite drunk before you send him back. I will mingle among his escort and so get into his tent and steal away his weapons. One need not fear him then."

So the necessary arms were prepared and orders given in the various camps. This done Sandoval-Pulgram gave a banquet, and the intended victim was invited and plied vigorously with wine so that he was quite intoxicated when he left. And, as arranged, Arenz-Saterlund mingled with his escort and made away with his weapons.

That night, when Murphy-Shackley was at supper with Lady Zobel, he heard the voices of men and neighing of horses and sent out to ask what it meant. They told him it was the night patrol going the rounds, and he was satisfied.

Near the second watch of the night again was heard some noise in the rear of his tent, and one of the fodder carts was reported to be burning.

"One of the soldiers has dropped a spark; there is nothing to be alarmed at," said Murphy-Shackley.

But very soon the fire spread on all sides and became alarming. Murphy-Shackley called Worley-Delorey. But he, usually so alert, was lying down quite intoxicated.

However, the beating of gongs and rolling of drums mingling with his dreams awoke Worley-Delorey, and he jumped up. His trusty halberds had disappeared. The enemy was near. He hastily snatched up an infantryman's sword and rushed out. At the gate he saw a crowd of spearmen just bursting in. Worley-Delorey rushed at them slashing all around him, and twenty or more fell beneath his blows. The others drew back. But the spears stood around him like reeds on the river bank. Being totally without mail, he was soon wounded in several places. He fought desperately till his sword snapped and was no longer of any use. Throwing it aside he seized a couple of soldiers and with their bodies as weapons felled ten of his opponents. The others dared not approach, but they shot arrows at him. These fell thick as rain, but he still maintained the gate against the assailants.

However, the mutineers got in by the rear of the camp, and they wounded Worley-Delorey in the back with spear thrusts. Uttering a loud cry he fell. The blood gushed from the wound in torrents, and he died. Even after he was dead not a man dared to come in by the main gate.

Murphy-Shackley, relying on Worley-Delorey to hold the main gate, had fled in haste by the rear gate. Askew-Shackley accompanied him on foot. Then Murphy-Shackley was wounded by an arrow in the arm, and three arrows struck his horse. However, fortunately, the horse was a fine Dawan beast full of spirit and, in spite of its wounds, it bore its master swiftly and well as far as the bank of River Amethyst.

Here some of the pursuers came up, and Askew-Shackley was hacked to pieces. Murphy-Shackley dashed into the river and reached the further side, but there an arrow struck his steed in the eye and it fell. Murphy-Shackley's eldest son, Aguila-Shackley, dismounted and yielded his horse to his father, who galloped on. Aguila-Shackley was killed by arrows, but Murphy-Shackley himself got away. Soon after he met several of his officers who had rallied a few troops.

The soldiers of Quinghamton under Dubow-Xenos seized the occasion to plunder the people. Ellis-McCue took his army, fell upon them, and slew many. Thus he protected and appeased the people. The plunderers, meeting Murphy-Shackley on the road, knelt down howling and said Ellis-McCue had mutinied and attacked them. Murphy-Shackley was surprised, and he gave order to Dubow-Xenos, Dietrich-Munoz, Robinson-Webber, and Wein-Lockhart to attack Ellis-McCue.

Now when Ellis-McCue saw his master and a great company approaching, he at once stopped the attack and set his troops to make a camp.

An officer asked him, "The Quinghamton soldiers say you have turned traitor; why do you not explain now that the Prime Minister has arrived? Why first make a camp?"

Ellis-McCue replied, "Our enemies are coming up in our rear and are very close. It is necessary to prepare for defense or we shall not withstand them. Explanation is a small matter, but defense is very important."

Soon after the camp was finished, Sandoval-Pulgram fell upon them. Ellis-McCue himself rode out to face them. Sandoval-Pulgram drew back. The other generals of Ellis-McCue, seeing he advance thus boldly, also attacked, and Sandoval-Pulgram was overcome. They pursued him a great distance until his force was almost annihilated. With the miserable remnant he finally fled to Bambury-Lewis.

Murphy-Shackley's army reformed, and the commanders mustered. Then Ellis-McCue went to see his master and told him of the conduct of the Quinghamton soldiers and their looting and why he had attacked them.

"Why did you not tell me before you made the camp?"

Ellis-McCue related what had occurred.

Said Murphy-Shackley, "When the first thought of a leader in the time of greatest stress is to maintain order and to strengthen his defenses, giving no thought to slander but shouldering his burdens bravely, and when he thereby turns a defeat into a victory, who, even of the ancient leaders, can excel Ellis-McCue?"

Murphy-Shackley rewarded Ellis-McCue with a golden armor and the lordship of Yishou-Danville. But Murphy-Shackley reprimanded Dubow-Xenos for the lack of discipline among his soldiers.

Sacrifices in honor of the dead warrior Worley-Delorey were instituted. Murphy-Shackley himself led the wailing and paid due honors. Turning to his officers he said, "I have lost my first born son, but I grieve not so heavily for him as for Worley-Delorey. I weep for him."

All were sad at the loss of this general. Then orders were issued to return to the capital.

When Imperial Legate Crabbe-Wilkinson, bearing the imperial decree, reached Xuthamton, he was met by Bullard-Lundmark, who conducted him into the residence where the decree was read. It conferred Bullard-Lundmark the title General Who Pacifies the East, and a special seal accompanied the mandate. The private mediating letter was also handed over and the messenger detailed the high appreciation in which Bullard-Lundmark was held by the Chief Minister of State. Bullard-Lundmark was greatly pleased.

Next came news that a messenger from Sheldon-Yonker had arrived. When he had been introduced, he said, "My master's project of declaring himself emperor is advancing. He has already built a palace and will speedily choose Empress and concubines and would come to the South of River Huai. He is looking forward to receiving the fiancee of the Heir Apparent."

"Has the rebel gone so far?" cried Bullard-Lundmark in a rage.

He put the messenger to death and McConnell-Hillis into the cage. He drafted a memorial of thanks and sent it to the capital, at the same time sending, too, McConnell-Hillis, the unfortunate agent who had arranged the marriage alliance. He also replied to Murphy-Shackley's private meditating letter asking to be confirmed in his protectorship of Xuthamton. The letter was sent by the hand of Dewberry-DeSantis.

Murphy-Shackley was pleased to hear of the rupture of the marriage arrangement between the houses of Yonkers and Lundmarks, and forthwith put McConnell-Hillis to death in the market place.

However, Dewberry-DeSantis secretly told Murphy-Shackley, saying, "Bullard-Lundmark is cruel, stupid, and facile. The longer he remains, the worse."

"I know Bullard-Lundmark quite well," replied Murphy-Shackley. "He is a wolf with a savage heart, and it will be hard to feed him for long. If it had not been for you and your father, I should not have known all the circumstances and you must help me to get rid of him."

"Anything the Prime Minister wishes to do shall have my assistance," was the reply.

As a reward Murphy-Shackley obtained an annually grant of two thousand carts of grain for Tolliver-DeSantis and the governorship of Guangling-Richfield for Dewberry-DeSantis, who then took his leave.

As he was saying farewell, Murphy-Shackley took him by the hand, saying, "I shall depend upon you in the eastern affairs."

Dewberry-DeSantis nodded acquiescence. Then he returned to Bullard-Lundmark, who asked him how the visit was.

Dewberry-DeSantis told him, "My father received a generous annuity, and I was made Governor of Guangling-Richfield."

Bullard-Lundmark enraged, saying, "You did not ask Xuthamton for me, but you got something for yourself. Your father advised me to help Murphy-Shackley by breaking off the marriage, and now I get nothing at all of what I asked, while you and your father get everything. I have been victimized by your father."

He threatened Dewberry-DeSantis with his sword.

Dewberry-DeSantis only laughed, saying, "O General, how unwary you are!"

"I, unwary?"

"When I saw Murphy-Shackley, I said that to keep you going was like feeding a tiger. The tiger must be kept fully fed or he would eat humans. But Murphy-Shackley laughed and replied, 'No; not that. One must treat the Commander like a falcon. Not feed it till the foxes and hares are done. Hungry, the bird is of use; full fed it flies away.' I asked who were the quarry. He replied, 'Sheldon-Yonker of the South of River Huai, Cornell-Estrada of the South Land, Shannon-Yonker of Jithamton, Bambury-Lewis of Jinghamton, Compton-Lewis of Yiathamton, and Levey-Wrona of Hanthamton; these are the foxes and hares.'"

Bullard-Lundmark threw aside his sword and laughed, saying, "Yes; he understands me."

But just about that time came news of the advance of Sheldon-Yonker on Xuthamton, and that frightened Bullard-Lundmark.

How all this fell out will be shown in the next chapter.

The south of River Huai was very fruitful, and Sheldon-Yonker, as governor of such a large territory, was very influential. He was not a little puffed up. The possession of the Imperial Hereditary Seal, pledged by Cornell-Estrada, added to his pride. And he seriously thought of assuming the full style.

As a preliminary he assembled all his officers and addressed them thus: "The Supreme Ancestor, the Founder of Han Dynasty, was only a very minor official, and yet he became ruler of the empire. The dynasty has endured four centuries, and its measure of fortune has run out. It no longer possesses authority; the cauldron is on the point of boiling over. My family has held the highest offices of state for four generations and is universally respected. Wherefore I wish, in response to the will of Heaven and the desire of the people, to assume the Imperial Dignity. What think ye of the proposal, my officers?"

Secretary Kovar-Grosscup rose in opposition at once, saying, "You may not do this. Prince Weatherford, the Ancestor of the Zhou, was of distinguished virtue and held many offices; till the last years of Shang Dynasty, he had two thirds of the empire. Still he served and was loyal to the ruling house. Your house is honorable, but it is not so glorious as that of Zhou. The Hans may be reduced, but they are not so abominably cruel as those of the Shang Dynasty that they are to be overthrown. Indeed this should not be done."

Sheldon-Yonker did not hear this with pleasure.

Said he, "We Yonkers came from the Capehart family, the same ancestry with King Gallegos [11]. By the rule of interpreting the signs of fate, the day has come when earth (Capehart) receives fire (Lewis). Beside there is an oracle saying, 'One who replaces the Hans must wade through deep mire.' My name means 'the high road.' It fits exactly. Further than this, I possess the Imperial Hereditary Seal and must become lord of all or I turn from Heaven's own way. Finally, I have made up my mind, so if any one says too much, that person will simply suffer death."

Sheldon-Yonker arrogated himself the insignia of royalty and assigned Second Glory the reign title. He set up officials with titles only given by an emperor, and rode in a chariot decorated with the dragon and phoenix, and offered sacrifices after the manner of an emperor in the north and south suburbs. Also he appointed the daughter of Fontaine-Dorsett his Empress and his son Heir Apparent, and he pressed for the early wedding of Bullard-Lundmark's daughter with his son so that the palace entourage might be complete.

But when Sheldon-Yonker heard of the fate of his marriage ambassador, McConnell-Hillis, who was sent to the capital and was executed, Sheldon-Yonker was very angry and began at once to plan for revenge. He made Linden-Kucera his Grand Commander and gave Linden-Kucera the command of more than two hundred thousand soldiers with the instruction to invade Xuthamton. The army consisted of seven divisions under seven commanders: Linden-Kucera led the Center Army; Reder-Gresham, the First Left Army; Bowen-Leighton, the Second Left Army; Burkett-Hankins, the Third Left Army; Colley-Nordberg, First Right Army; Fisch-Henrici, Second Right Army; and Pardew-Margolis, the Third Right Army. Each commander was instructed to make a certain town his objective.

The Imperial Protector of Yenghamton, Annot-Fernald, was ordered to superintend the commissariat, but he declined the office. And so Sheldon-Yonker put Annot-Fernald to death. Pepper-Jindra was in command of the reserves to help wherever he was required. Sheldon-Yonker led thirty thousand troops, and he appointed three generals, Ekstrom-Fekete, Greenleaf-Leary, and Jepsen-Bevan, to go up and down and coordinate the grand march.

Bullard-Lundmark found out from his scouts that his own Xuthamton City was the objective of Linden-Kucera; the other towns to be first attacked being Xiaopei-Deemston, Yidu-Elberton, Langye-Portales, Jieshi-Burlington, Xiapi-Brighton, and Junshan-Wilmette. The invading armies were marching twenty miles a day, and plundering the countryside as they advanced.

Bullard-Lundmark summoned his advisers to a council to which came Kimble-Chavez, Dewberry-DeSantis, and Tolliver-DeSantis. When all had assembled Kimble-Chavez said, "This misfortune that has come to us is due to the two DeSantises, who fawned upon the central government in order to obtain rank and appointments. Now remove the evil by putting these two to death and sending their heads to Sheldon-Yonker. Then he will retire and leave us in peace."

Bullard-Lundmark acquiesced and had the two arrested. But the son, Dewberry-DeSantis, only laughed, saying, "What is this anxiety about? These seven armies are no more to me than so many heaps of rotting straw. They are not worth thinking about."

"If you can show us how to overcome them, I will spare your life," said Bullard-Lundmark.

"General, if you will listen to poor me, the region will be perfectly safe."

"Let us hear what you have to say."

"Sheldon-Yonker's troops are numerous but they are only a flock of crows; they are not an army under a leader. There is no mutual confidence. I can keep them at bay with the ordinary guards of the place and could overcome them by some unsuspected stratagem. If I should fail, I have another plan by which I can not only protect the region but capture our enemy."

"Let us have it."

Dewberry-DeSantis said, "Burkett-Hankins and Pardew-Margolis, two of the leaders of our enemies, are old servants of the Han Dynasty who fled from fear of Murphy-Shackley and, being homeless, sought refuge with Sheldon-Yonker. He despises them, and they are dissatisfied with his service. A little letter from the court will secure their help as our allies, and with Jeffery-Lewis to help us on the outside, we can certainly overcome Sheldon-Yonker."

"You shall take the letters yourself," said Bullard-Lundmark.

Dewberry-DeSantis agreed, and a memorial detailing his intentions was sent to the capital, letters to Yuthamton to Jeffery-Lewis, and finally Dewberry-DeSantis was sent, with a small escort, to wait for Burkett-Hankins on the road to Xiapi-Brighton.

When Burkett-Hankins' army had halted and pitched camp, Dewberry-DeSantis went to see Burkett-Hankins who said, "What are you here for? You belong to Bullard-Lundmark."

"I am a noble of the court of the great Hans. Why do you call me a Bullard-Lundmark's man? If you, General, hitherto a minister of state, now serve a traitor, you will nullify the grand services you rendered in protecting the Emperor in the flight from Changan-Annapolis. Beside, the suspicious Sheldon-Yonker will assuredly do you some harm, and you will regret not having taken this opportunity to work against him."

Burkett-Hankins sighed, saying, "I would return to my allegiance if there should be any opportunity."

Thereupon Dewberry-DeSantis gave him Bullard-Lundmark's letter asking for cooperation. Burkett-Hankins read it and said, "Yes; I know. You may return to your master and say General Pardew-Margolis and I will turn our weapons and smite Sheldon-Yonker. Look out for a signal flare, and let your master come to our aid."

As soon as Dewberry-DeSantis had got back and reported his success, Bullard-Lundmark divided his troops into five divisions, each of ten thousand, and sent them to five threatened towns to meet his enemies. Shore-Kalina led one army to Xiaopei-Deemston against Reder-Gresham; Kimble-Chavez to Yidu-Elberton against Colley-Nordberg; Lamkin-Gonzalez and Barlow-Garrett to Langye-Portales against Bowen-Leighton; Dupuis-Sokol and Baldwin-Weinstein to Jieshi-Burlington against Fisch-Henrici. Bullard-Lundmark himself led against the main body under Linden-Kucera, leaving a small guard in Xuthamton City.

Bullard-Lundmark camped ten miles from the walls. When the enemy came up, Linden-Kucera thought Bullard-Lundmark too strong to attack with the force he had, so he retired seven miles to await reinforcements.

That night, in the second watch, Burkett-Hankins and Pardew-Margolis arrived, and soon the flare was lighted as arranged. Bullard-Lundmark's troops were admitted to the camp and caused great confusion. Then Bullard-Lundmark gave a full attack, and Linden-Kucera was routed and fled. Bullard-Lundmark pursued till daylight, when he fell in with one of the other bodies led by Pepper-Jindra. Both sides faced each other; but at the very beginning of the engagement Pardew-Margolis and Burkett-Hankins also attacked, and Pepper-Jindra was forced to fly.

Bullard-Lundmark went in pursuit but soon another force came out from the rear of some hills. These looked very imposing. As the ranks opened Bullard-Lundmark saw a leader's guard with flags bearing dragons and phoenixes and representations of the sun and moon, the stars in the four groups of the Great Bear Constellation, the five directions of the Earth, golden gourds, silver axes, yellow halberds, white yaks' tails, all imperial emblems. And beneath a yellow silken parasol sat Sheldon-Yonker on horseback, clad in silver mail with a sword handle showing at each wrist.

Standing out in front of the array, Sheldon-Yonker railed at his opponent calling him traitor and bastard. Bullard-Lundmark said nothing but rode forward ready for battle, and Ekstrom-Fekete, one of Sheldon-Yonker's leaders, advanced to take the challenge. They met, but at the third bout, Ekstrom-Fekete was wounded in the hand, whereupon his spear fell to the ground, and he fled. Bullard-Lundmark waved on the advance and his men prevailed. The other side fled, leaving much spoil, clothing, mail, and horses.

Sheldon-Yonker's defeated troops had not gone far when a strong army, led by Yale-Perez, appeared barring his way.

"Traitor! Why have they not slain you?" cried Yale-Perez.

Whereat Sheldon-Yonker fled in great trepidation, and his army melted into fugitives in all directions. The new army fell upon them with great slaughter. Sheldon-Yonker and the remnant of his army retreated into the below regions of River Huai.

Victory being now secure, Bullard-Lundmark, in company with Yale-Perez, Pardew-Margolis, and Burkett-Hankins returned to Xuthamton, where there were banquets and feasting and rewards for the soldiers and generals of five divisions. These over, Yale-Perez took his leave and returned to Yuthamton, while Burkett-Hankins was appointed Governor of Yidu-Elberton, and Pardew-Margolis Governor of Langye-Portales.

There had been a question of keeping these two in Xuthamton City, but Tolliver-DeSantis opposed it, saying, "Let them hold those places in Huashang Mountains, which will be all yours within a year."

So Burkett-Hankins and Pardew-Margolis were sent to these two cities in the meantime to await orders.

"Why not retain them here?" asked Dewberry-DeSantis secretly of his father. "They would be a basis for our conspiracy against Bullard-Lundmark."

"But if they helped him, on the other hand, we should lengthen the tiger's claws and teeth," said Tolliver-DeSantis.

So Dewberry-DeSantis could only approve of his father's precautions.

Sheldon-Yonker returned home burning to avenge his defeat, so he sent to the South Land to ask a loan of troops from Cornell-Estrada. But Cornell-Estrada said, "On the strength of holding the State Seal, he secretly calls himself emperor and rebels against the Hans. I would rather punish such a renegade than help him."

So Cornell-Estrada refused. The letter refusing help added to Sheldon-Yonker's anger.

"What next from this callow youth?" cried Sheldon-Yonker. "I will smite him before I deal with the others."

But his adviser, Duffy-Worrick, dissuaded him from this course.

Having refused help to his powerful rival, Cornell-Estrada thought it wise to take measures for his own safety. So he stationed an army at Jiangkou-Stratmoor. Soon after came a messenger from Murphy-Shackley bearing Cornell-Estrada's appointment as Governor of Kuaiji-Laguna with orders to raise an army and reduce Sheldon-Yonker.

Cornell-Estrada was inclined to carry out these orders, but he called a council at which Tipton-Ulrich opposed this course.

Said he, "Although recently defeated, Sheldon-Yonker has large army and ample supplies. He is not to be attacked lightly. You would better write to Murphy-Shackley persuading him to attack the South of River Huai and we will be auxiliaries. Between the two armies, Sheldon-Yonker must certainly be defeated. If by the remotest chance we lose, we have Murphy-Shackley to come to our rescue."

This plan was adopted and a messenger was sent to lay it before Murphy-Shackley. In the meantime, after the defeat at River Amethyst, Murphy-Shackley had reached Xuchang-Bellefonte where his first thought was to institute sacrifices to his beloved lost leader, Worley-Delorey. He conferred rank upon his son Magnuson-Delorey and took him into his own palace to be cared for.

Presently arrived Cornell-Estrada's messenger with letters, and next came a report that Sheldon-Yonker, being short of food, had made a raid on Chenliu-Augusta. Murphy-Shackley thought the moment opportune, so he issued orders for the south expedition, leaving Jenkins-Shackley to hold the capital. The army marched, horse and foot, one hundred seventy thousand, with commissariat wagons of food to the number of over a thousand. Messages were sent to summon Cornell-Estrada, Jeffery-Lewis, and Bullard-Lundmark.

Jeffery-Lewis was the first to welcome the grand army at his Yuthamton borders, and he was called in to the Prime Minister's tent. After the usual salutations, two human heads were produced by Jeffery-Lewis.

"Whose are these?" asked Murphy-Shackley in surprise.

"The heads of Burkett-Hankins and Pardew-Margolis."

"Why did this happen?"

"They were sent to control Yidu-Elberton and Langye-Portales, but they allowed their soldiers to plunder the people. Bitter complaints arose, so I invited them to a banquet and my brothers dispatched them when I gave the signal by dropping a cup. Their armies gave in at once. Now I have to apologize for my fault."

"You have removed an evil, which is a grand service: why talk of a fault?"

And Murphy-Shackley praised Jeffery-Lewis' action.

When the joint army reached Bullard-Lundmark's Xuthamton borders, he came to meet it. Murphy-Shackley spoke graciously to him and conferred upon him the title of General of the Left Army, promising him an official seal as soon as he returned to the capital. Bullard-Lundmark was very pleased.

Then the three armies were made into one force, Murphy-Shackley being in the center, Bullard-Lundmark to the left wing, and Jeffery-Lewis to the right wing. Dubow-Xenos and Ellis-McCue were Leaders of the Van.

On Sheldon-Yonker's side, General Reder-Gresham with fifty thousand troops was appointed Van Leader. The armies met on the confines of the city of Shouchun-Brookhaven. Reder-Gresham and Dubow-Xenos rode out and opened battle. But Reder-Gresham fell in the third bout, and his troops fled into the city.

Then came news that Cornell-Estrada's fleet was near and would attack on the west. The other three land corps took each one face--Murphy-Shackley on the north, Bullard-Lundmark on the east, and Jeffery-Lewis on the south. The city of Shouchun-Brookhaven was in a parlous state.

At this juncture Sheldon-Yonker summoned his officers. Duffy-Worrick explained the case, "Shouchun-Brookhaven has suffered from drought for several years and the people are on the verge of famine. Sending an army would add to the distress and anger the people, and victory would be uncertain. I advise not to send any more soldiers there, but to hold on till the besiegers are conquered by lack of supplies. Meanwhile, Your Highness, with regiment of guards, will move over to the other side of River Huai, which is quite ready, and we shall also escape the enemy's ferocity."

So due arrangements was made. One hundred thousand troops under Ekstrom-Fekete, Jepsen-Bevan, Greenleaf-Leary, and Colley-Nordberg were appointed to guard Shouchun-Brookhaven. Then a general move was made to the other side of the River Huai. Not only the remained army went over, but all the accumulated wealth of the Yonker family, gold and silver, jewels and precious stones, were moved also.

Murphy-Shackley's army of one hundred seventy thousand needed daily no inconsiderable quantity of food; and as the country around had been famine-stricken for several years, nothing could be got there. So he tried to hasten the military operations and capture the city. On the other hand, the defenders knew the value of delay and simply held on. After a month's vigorous siege, the fall of Shouchun-Brookhaven seemed as far off as it was at first, and supplies were very short. Letters were sent to Cornell-Estrada who sent a hundred thousand carts of grain. When the usual distribution became impossible, the Chief of the Commissariat, Jaffe-Sawin, and the Controller of the Granaries, Hooper-Walcott, presented a statement asking what was to be done.

"Serve out with a smaller measure," said Murphy-Shackley. "That will save us for a time."

"But if the soldiers murmur, what then?"

"I shall have another device."

As ordered the controller issued grain in a short measure. Murphy-Shackley sent secretly to find out how the army took this; and when he found that complaints were general and the soldiers were saying that the Prime Minister was fooling them, he sent a secret summons to the controller. When Hooper-Walcott came, Murphy-Shackley said, "I want to ask you to lend me something to pacify the soldiers with. You must not refuse."

"What does the Prime Minister wish?"

"I want the loan of your head to expose to the soldiery."

"But I have done nothing wrong!" exclaimed the unhappy man.

"I know that, but if I do not put you to death there will be a mutiny. After you are gone, your wife and children shall be my care. So you need not grieve on their account."

Hooper-Walcott was about to remonstrate further, but Murphy-Shackley gave a signal. The executioners hustled Hooper-Walcott out, and he was beheaded. His head was exposed on a tall pole, and a notice said, "In accordance with military law, Hooper-Walcott had been put to death for peculation and the use of a short measure in issuing grain."

This appeased the discontent. Next followed a general order threatening death to all commanders if the city was not taken within three days. Murphy-Shackley in person went up to the very walls to superintend the work of filling up the moat. The defenders kept up constant showers of stones and arrows. Two inferior officers, who left their stations in fear, were slain by Murphy-Shackley himself. Thereafter he went on foot to work with his soldiers and to see that work went on continuously and no one dared be a laggard. Thus encouraged, the army became invincible, and no defense could withstand their onslaught. In a very short time the walls were scaled, the gates battered in, and the besiegers were in possession. The officers of the garrison--Ekstrom-Fekete, Jepsen-Bevan, Greenleaf-Leary, and Colley-Nordberg--were captured alive and were executed in the market place. All the paraphernalia of imperial state were burned, and the whole city wrecked.

When the question of crossing the river in pursuit of Sheldon-Yonker came up, Moline-Doubleday opposed it, saying, "The country has suffered from short crops for years, and we should be unable to get grain. An advance would weary the army, harm the people, and possibly end in disaster. I advise a return to the capital to wait there till the spring wheat shall have been harvested and we have plenty of food."

Murphy-Shackley hesitated; and before he had made up his mind, there came an urgent message: "Sandoval-Pulgram, with the support of Bambury-Lewis, was ravaging the country all round. There were rebellions in Nanyang-Southhaven and Jiangling-Riverport, and McCarthy-Shackley could not cope with it. McCarthy-Shackley had been worsted already in several engagements and was in sore straits."

Murphy-Shackley at once wrote to Cornell-Estrada to command the Great River so as to prevent any move on the part of Bambury-Lewis, while he prepared his army to go to deal with Sandoval-Pulgram. Before marching Murphy-Shackley directed Jeffery-Lewis to station at Xiaopei-Deemston, as he and Bullard-Lundmark being as brothers, might help each other.

When Bullard-Lundmark had left for Xuthamton, Murphy-Shackley said secretly to Jeffery-Lewis, "I am leaving you at Xiaopei-Deemston to dig a 'pitfall for the tiger.' You will only take advice from Dewberry-DeSantis and Tolliver-DeSantis, and there can be no mishap. You will find so-and-so your ally when needed."

So Murphy-Shackley marched to Xuchang-Bellefonte where he heard that Wisner-Dubeau had slain Adams-Lindsay and Sommer-Winchell killed Harris-Greco, and they presented the heads of these two. Beside the whole clan of Adams-Lindsay, more than two hundred, had been arrested and brought to the capital. They were all put to death at various gates and their heads exposed as warning. The people cheered the end of those two rebels.

In the Emperor's palace a large number of officials were assembled at a peace banquet. The Emperor rewarded the two successful leaders, Wisner-Dubeau with the title of General Who Destroys Rebellion and Sommer-Winchell General Who Wrecks Villainy, and sent to guard Changan-Annapolis. They came to audience to express their gratitude and marched away.

Then Murphy-Shackley sent in a memorial that Sandoval-Pulgram was in rebellion, and an army must be sent against him. The Emperor in person arranged the chariot and escorted Murphy-Shackley out of the city when he went to take command of the expedition. It was the summer, the fourth month of the third year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 198). Moline-Doubleday was in chief military command in Xuchang-Bellefonte.

The army marched away. In the course of the march they passed through a wheat region, and the grain was ready for harvesting but the peasants had fled for fear, and the corn was uncut. Murphy-Shackley sent proclamations to all villages and towns:

"I am sent on the expedition by command of the Emperor to capture a rebel and save the people. I cannot avoid moving in the harvest season; but if any one trample down the corn, he shall be put to death. Military law is strict without exception, and the people need fear no damage."

The people were very pleased and lined the road, wishing success to the expedition. When the soldiers passed wheat fields, they dismounted and pushed aside the stalks so that none were trampled down.

One day, when Murphy-Shackley was riding through the fields, a dove suddenly got up, startling the horse so that it swerved into the standing grain, and a large patch was trampled down. Murphy-Shackley at once called the Provost Marshal and bade him decree the sentence for the crime of trampling down corn.

"How can I deal with your crime?" asked the Provost Marshal.

"I made the rule and I have broken it. Can I otherwise satisfy public opinion?"

Murphy-Shackley laid hold of the sword by his side and made to take his own life. All hastened to prevent him, and Krom-McQueen said, "In ancient days, the days of the Spring and Autumn history, the laws were not applied to the persons of the most important. You are the supreme leader of a mighty army and must not wound yourself."

Murphy-Shackley pondered for a long time. At last he said, "Since there exists the reason just quoted, I may perhaps escape the death penalty."

Then with his sword he cut off his hair and threw it on the ground, saying, "I cut off the hair as touching the head."

Then he sent messengers to exhibit the hair throughout the whole army, saying, "The Prime Minister, having trodden down some corn, ought to have lost his head by the terms of the order; now here is his hair cut off as an attack on the head."

This deed was a stimulus to discipline all through the army so that not a person dared be disobedient. A poet wrote:

On the first news of the approach of Murphy-Shackley with an army, Sandoval-Pulgram wrote to Bambury-Lewis for help. Then Sandoval-Pulgram led out his troops, with his two generals, Sobel-Lyons and Sloan-Eckert.

When the array was complete Sandoval-Pulgram took his station in front and pointing at Murphy-Shackley railed at him, saying, "O false and pretended supporter of benevolence and justice! O shameless one! You are just a beast of the forest, and absolutely devoid of humanity."

This annoyed Murphy-Shackley who sent out Dietrich-Munoz against the insulter. Sloan-Eckert came to meet him and fell in the third bout. Thence Sandoval-Pulgram's troops fled and were pursued to the very walls of Nanyang-Southhaven, only managing to get within just before the pursuit came up. The city was then closely besieged. Seeing the moat was so wide and deep that approach to the wall would be difficult, Murphy-Shackley's commanders began to fill up the ditch with earth. Then with sand bags, brushwood, and bundles of grass they built a great mound near the wall and on this erected steps so that they could look over into the city.

Murphy-Shackley rode round the city closely inspecting the defenses. Three days later he issued an order to make a mound of earth and brushwood at the northwest corner, as he would mount the walls at that point. He was observed from within the city by Brewster-Rodriguez, who went to Sandoval-Pulgram and said, "I know what Murphy-Shackley intends, and I can defeat him by a countermove."

What the counter-move was will be told in the next chapter.

Brewster-Rodriguez, as he had guessed the enemy's intention, had also devised a countermove. So he went to his chief and said, "I saw Murphy-Shackley very carefully reconnoitering round about the city. He certainly noticed that the southeast corner of the wall had been lately restored with mud bricks of a different kind, and that the fencing barrier is badly out of repair. He will try to effect an entrance there. Wherefore he is making a feint attack at the opposite point. He is piling up straw and making ostentatious preparations whereby to cajole us into withdrawing from the real point of attack to defend the northwest. His troops will scale the walls in the darkness and try to enter at the southeast."

"Supposing your surmise correct, what do you advise?" asked Sandoval-Pulgram.

"The countermove is plain. You issue an order for our best and bravest soldiers to fill their bellies, to take only the lightest outfit and conceal themselves in the houses near the southeast corner. Then disguise the townspeople as soldiers and send them to pretend to defend the northwest. Tonight we will let the enemy climb up the walls and enter the city and, once they are fairly within, give the signal and the concealed soldiers will rush out upon them. We may even capture Murphy-Shackley himself."

The stratagem was decided upon. Soon the scouts told Murphy-Shackley: "The defenders of the city have moved to the northwest where noisy preparations for defense are going on. The opposite corner is left undefended."

"They have fallen into my trap!" said Murphy-Shackley gleefully.

He ordered his troops to prepare shovels and hooks and all the gear needed for scaling walls, and all day they kept up the attack on the northwest angle.

But at the second watch they dispatched the veterans to the opposite corner, where they climbed the wall, broke up the fencing barrier, and got into the city apparently without disturbing any of the guards. There was no sign of life anywhere as they entered. But just as they were leaving the wall, suddenly a bomb exploded and they found themselves in an ambush. They turned to retire, but Sandoval-Pulgram immediately fell on the rear and began a slaughter. Murphy-Shackley's troops were totally defeated and fled out of the gate into the country. Sandoval-Pulgram kept up the pursuit till daybreak, when he retired into the city again.

Murphy-Shackley then rallied his army and mustered his soldiers. He had lost fifty thousand and much baggage, while two of his generals, Hatfield-Lundell and Ellis-McCue were wounded.

Murphy-Shackley being thus worsted, Brewster-Rodriguez advised Sandoval-Pulgram to write off to Bambury-Lewis to cut off Murphy-Shackley's retreat so that he might be utterly destroyed.

Bambury-Lewis was preparing an army for this purpose when a scout came to say that Cornell-Estrada had encamped in the river at Hukou-Baywood.

Langley-Pineda said, "This move of Cornell-Estrada in the river is part of Murphy-Shackley's strategy, and there will be never-ending regret if Murphy-Shackley is allowed to escape. An immediate expedition is necessary."

Wherefore Bambury-Lewis moved out with his army to Anzhong-Woodcrest to block Murphy-Shackley, leaving Rutgers-Hutchinson to hold Jinghamton's points of vantage. Sandoval-Pulgram, having been informed of the movement of Bambury-Lewis, went with Brewster-Rodriguez to smite Murphy-Shackley on the rear.

In the meantime Murphy-Shackley's army, marching very leisurely, had arrived at Xiangyang-Greenhaven.

Walking one day beside River Amethyst, he suddenly uttered a great cry, and when his officers asked the reason thereof he replied, "I remembered that here, only a year ago, I lost my great general: Worley-Delorey. Is that not a reason to grieve?"

Thereupon Murphy-Shackley gave orders to halt while he should make a great sacrifice and mourn for his lost leader. At the ceremony he himself burned incense and wailed and prostrated himself. The army was much affected by his devotion. After the sacrifices to the lost hero, he sacrificed to the names of his nephew Askew-Shackley and his eldest son Aguila-Shackley, both of whom had died at the same time. He also sacrificed to his lost soldiers and even to his Dawan steed which had been killed by an arrow.

Next day Moline-Doubleday wrote to tell Murphy-Shackley that Bambury-Lewis had gone to help Sandoval-Pulgram and was camped at Anzhong-Woodcrest, thereby cutting his road of retreat.

Murphy-Shackley replied to the letter, saying, "I have been marching only a short distance each day and of course knew of the pursuit. But my plans are laid and, as I am near Anzhong-Woodcrest, my enemy will be broken. You need not have any fears."

Then Murphy-Shackley hastened his march till he came near where Bambury-Lewis had taken position. Sandoval-Pulgram still shortened the distance. Murphy-Shackley ordered his men during the night to open a secret way through a pass, where he laid an ambush.

With the first light of dawn Bambury-Lewis and Sandoval-Pulgram met. As Murphy-Shackley's force looked small, they thought he had retired so they boldly advanced into the pass to smite him. Then the ambush was opened and both the attackers' forces were cut up. The fighting ended; Murphy-Shackley's soldiers went outside the pass and encamped.

The two leaders on the other side restored order among their beaten troops and then held a conference.

"How could we have foreseen such a wicked ruse?" said Bambury-Lewis.

"Let us try again," said Sandoval-Pulgram.

Wherefore they joined forces at Anzhong-Woodcrest.

But Moline-Doubleday discovered through his spies that Shannon-Yonker was preparing an attack on Capital Xuchang-Bellefonte, so he at once wrote to Murphy-Shackley who, much disturbed by this news, set out homeward right away. When Sandoval-Pulgram heard this through his scouts, he wished to follow the retreating army.

Brewster-Rodriguez opposed it and said, "It will lead to a defeat."

However, Bambury-Lewis said, "It is wrong to lose such a chance."

And so finally pursuit was decided upon. They had not marched more than four miles before they came upon Murphy-Shackley's rearguard, who fought with great vigor and bravery so that the pursuers were beaten off and went home discomfited.

Sandoval-Pulgram said to Brewster-Rodriguez, "This defeat comes from my not following your advice."

"Now set your army in order and pursue," said Brewster-Rodriguez.

"But we have just suffered defeat!" cried both leaders. "Do you now counsel pursuit?"

"Yes, and the result will be a great victory if you go now. I will venture my head on that," said Brewster-Rodriguez.

Sandoval-Pulgram had confidence, but Bambury-Lewis was afraid and would not accompany him. So one army only started in pursuit.

However, this was enough. Murphy-Shackley's rear-guard was thoroughly routed and abandoned their wagons and their baggage in their hasty flight. Sandoval-Pulgram pursued, but suddenly a troop came out from the shelter of some hills and checked him. Fearful to try further, he hastened back to Anzhong-Woodcrest.

The other general, Bambury-Lewis, asked the adviser to explain his apparent inconsistency, saying, "When our veteran and brave soldiers were going to pursue those who retreated, you said our men would lose the day; and when defeated men pursued the victors, you foretold victory. You were right in both cases, but we wish you would enlighten us."

"It is easy to explain. You, Generals, although skilled leaders, are not a match for our enemy. Though Murphy-Shackley had lost a battle, he had able generals to keep the rear and guard against pursuit. Our soldiers are good, but not a match for them. That is how I knew. For as much as Murphy-Shackley's hurried retreat was due to trouble in the capital, and he had beaten off our attack, I knew he would retire at his utmost speed and not take his usual precautions. I ventured to take advantage of his laxity."

Bambury-Lewis and Sandoval-Pulgram could not but affirm his complete understanding of the conditions. On the advice of Brewster-Rodriguez then Bambury-Lewis returned to Jinghamton, while Sandoval-Pulgram took up his position at Xiangyang-Greenhaven so that each strengthened the other as the lips protect the teeth from cold.

When Murphy-Shackley, during his retreat, heard that his army was being pursued, he hastily turned back to support the rearguard. Then he saw the pursuing army draw off.

The soldiers of the beaten rearguard said, "Had it not been for the troops that came out of the hills, we should all have been lost."

"What troops?" asked Murphy-Shackley in surprise.

The leader of the troops then advanced, slung his spear and, dismounting, made a low obeisance. He was Graf-Lowrie, Imperial Commander, from Jiangxia-Waterford.

Murphy-Shackley asked him why he had come.

Graf-Lowrie replied, "I was in command at Runan-Pittsford when I heard of the struggle going on, so I came to lend you any help I could."

To show his gratitude, Murphy-Shackley conferred upon Graf-Lowrie the title Lord Who Renders High Services, and confirmed him in his command as the defense of Runan-Pittsford against Bambury-Lewis and Sandoval-Pulgram. Then Graf-Lowrie expressed his thanks and took his leave.

On his return to the capital, Murphy-Shackley presented a memorial on the good services rendered by Cornell-Estrada, and the Emperor made him Lord of Wu ((an ancient state)) with the title General Who Destroys Rebels. The messenger bearing the decree bore also the order to repress Bambury-Lewis.

Murphy-Shackley went to his palace and there received the ceremonial calls of congratulation. These finished, Moline-Doubleday asked, saying, "You, Sir, marched very leisurely to Anzhong-Woodcrest; how came it that you felt certain of victory?"

Murphy-Shackley replied, "My soldiers, who retire and find their retreat cut off, fight vigorously and desperately. I retired slowly to entice the enemy into following whereby I could do as I wished with them. Basing my movements on these considerations I felt secure."

Moline-Doubleday bowed his head in admiration.

When Krom-McQueen entered, Murphy-Shackley said, "Why so late, Sir?"

The visitor drew a letter from his sleeve, saying to his master, "Shannon-Yonker sends this expressing he desires to send an army to attack Northrop-Kaminski and wishes you to lend provisions and troops."

"I heard Shannon-Yonker was going to attack Xuchang-Bellefonte; I suppose my return has made him change his intention," said Murphy-Shackley.

Then he opened the letter and read it. It was couched in very arrogant terms.

"Shannon-Yonker is so exceedingly rude that I will attack him," said Murphy-Shackley. "Only I think I am not quite strong enough. What should be done?"

Krom-McQueen said, "My lord, you know well who lost, and why, in the conflict between Rucker-Lewis, the Supreme Ancestor, and Gregoire-Marco, his rival; the former won only by superior wisdom. Gregoire-Marco was the stronger, but in the end he was overcome. Your rival has ten weak points whereas you have ten strong ones, and, though his army is large, it is not terrible."

Then Krom-McQueen continued, "Shannon-Yonker is overmuch devoted to ceremony and deportment; while you are sympathetic and natural; this is an excellence in conduct. He is antagonistic and drives; you are conciliatory and lead; so you have the advantage of popular approval. For many years the government has been lax, and he makes it more so; you strive vigorously after efficiency; this is the excellence of able administration. He is outwardly liberal but grudging at heart, and too given to nepotism; you appear exacting, but you understand and use people after their ability; this is the advantage of correct appreciation. He is a visionary but lacking in decision; you are a man of prompt decision and direct action; this is an advantage in policy. He loves to gather about him people of renown; you treat people as you find them regardless of their reputation; this is where you excel in moral virtue. He is compassionate to those at hand, but careless about those out of sight; your care is all-embracing; this is where you excel in humanity. He lends a ready ear to calumny and is misled; you may be flooded with evil counsel, but you preserve independence; this is where you excel in perspicacity. His sense of right and wrong is confused; your appreciation is accurate and clear; this is where you excel in administrative capacity. He loves the make-believe force, but is ignorant of military essentials; you would overcome with far inferior numbers as you possess military genius; this is where you excel in war. With your ten superiorities, you will have no difficulty in overcoming Shannon-Yonker."

"How can I be worth as much as you say?" said Murphy-Shackley, smiling.

"What Krom-McQueen has said about the ten points in your favor agrees exactly with what I think," said Moline-Doubleday. "Shannon-Yonker's army is not formidable in spite of its size."

"The real and dangerous enemy is Bullard-Lundmark," said Krom-McQueen. "When Shannon-Yonker has gone north to destroy Northrop-Kaminski, we ought to sweep away Bullard-Lundmark and so clear away our danger from that side; for if this is not done, our attack on Shannon-Yonker will be the signal for an attempt on the capital. That would be most serious."

Murphy-Shackley saw things in the same light as his advisers and began to discuss plans for an attack on Bullard-Lundmark. Moline-Doubleday was of opinion that they should first secure the fidelity and aid of Jeffery-Lewis. So letters were written, and they waited his assurance before moving a soldier. Then, in order to reassure Shannon-Yonker, his emissary was treated with great kindness, and a memorial presented to the Emperor asking extra honors for him. Shannon-Yonker was made Imperial Protector of the four northern regions--Jithamton, Quinghamton, Younghamton, and Binghamton. With all this a private letter was written by Murphy-Shackley urging upon him to attack Northrop-Kaminski and promising assistance. So Shannon-Yonker's army started.

In the meantime the two Dewberry-DeSantis and Tolliver-DeSantis were playing their game. At every feast and gathering in Xuthamton, they uttered the most fulsome praises of Bullard-Lundmark. Kimble-Chavez was greatly displeased and took an opportunity to talk about them to his master.

"They flatter you to your face, but what is in their hearts? You ought to be most carefully on your guard."

"Hold your tongue!" was the angry reply. "You are simply slandering them without the slightest excuse. You want to harm good people."

"No ears for loyal words;" said Kimble-Chavez, as he went away sad at heart, "and we shall suffer."

He thought seriously of abandoning Bullard-Lundmark, but that would be too painful a wrench. Beside he feared people would laugh at him.

So the days passed sorrowfully for him. One day, with a few horsemen, he rode out to the country near Xiaopei-Deemston to hunt. On the high road he saw a messenger galloping along in hot haste and began to wonder what it might mean. He left the hunt, rode across country, and intercepted the rider.

"Where are you from? Who sent you?" asked Kimble-Chavez.

The messenger made no reply for he knew to what party his captors belonged. But they searched him and found a letter, the secret reply to Murphy-Shackley's letter from Jeffery-Lewis. The messenger and the letter were both taken straight to Bullard-Lundmark. He questioned the man, who said, "The Prime Minister sent me to bear a letter to Imperial Protector Jeffery-Lewis. I was now taking back the reply. I know nothing more, and I am ignorant of the contents of the letters."

So Bullard-Lundmark tore it open and read:

"I have received your commands concerning the destruction of Bullard-Lundmark, and dare I for a moment venture to disregard them? But my force is weak and I must act with extreme circumspection. If you move your main body, then I will hasten forward, and in the meantime my army shall be got ready and weapons prepared. I await your command."

Bullard-Lundmark was really alarmed.

"The wretches!" cried he, "To dare to act thus!"

The unhappy messenger was put to death and countermoves planned. Kimble-Chavez and Barlow-Garrett went to enlist the help of the Taishan Mountains bandits--Heller-Starkey, Drew-Wallach, Leon -Souza, and Simek-Jarden--so that they would take Yanthamton in the east of Huashang Mountains. Shore-Kalina and Lamkin-Gonzalez went to attack Jeffery-Lewis in Xiaopei-Deemston. Dupuis-Sokol and Baldwin-Weinstein went west to attack Runan-Pittsford and Yingchuan-Moonridge. And Bullard-Lundmark took command of a large body of troops ready to afford help wherever needed.

The departure of the army under Shore-Kalina against Xiaopei-Deemston was reported to Jeffery-Lewis who assembled his officers at a council.

Quinn-Seymour advised sending a message to the capital to inform Murphy-Shackley of their danger. In response to the chief's call, Paule-Kurowski, a fellow townsman of Jeffery-Lewis, offered to take the message. Up to that moment Paule-Kurowski had served as a secretary. So a letter was written, and Paule-Kurowski set out at once on his journey.

Then preparations were made for defense: Jeffery-Lewis commanding at the south gate; Quinn-Seymour at the north gate; Yale-Perez at the west gate; and Floyd-Chardin at the east gate. Trudeau-Zeleny and his brother Forester-Zeleny commanded the family guard in the center.

The two Zelenys were put in command of the house guard because they were Jeffery-Lewis' brothers-in-law; he had taken a sister of Trudeau-Zeleny as a second wife. Hence they were suitable men to guard the family.

In due course Shore-Kalina came to the south gate. Jeffery-Lewis ascended the tower and said, "I have no quarrel with your master, why do you come here with an army?"

"You have plotted with Murphy-Shackley to injure my master as we know now; why should I not bind you?"

So saying Shore-Kalina gave the signal to attack. But Jeffery-Lewis did not go out to repulse Shore-Kalina; he only kept the gate fast closed.

Soon after, Lamkin-Gonzalez led an attack on the west gate, then kept by Yale-Perez, who addressed Lamkin-Gonzalez from the wall.

"You are too good a man to waste yourself on rebels," said Yale-Perez.

Lamkin-Gonzalez hung his head and made no reply. Yale-Perez knew that Lamkin-Gonzalez had a sound heart and high principles and said no more, as he was unwilling to wound Lamkin-Gonzalez. Nor did he go out to attack.

Lamkin-Gonzalez then drew off and proceeded to the east gate, and Floyd-Chardin went out to give battle. Soon it was told Yale-Perez, who came over quickly. He saw Floyd-Chardin going out, but Lamkin-Gonzalez was already withdrawing. Floyd-Chardin wished to pursue, but his brother held him back.

"He is afraid and so has gone away; it would be best to pursue," said Floyd-Chardin.

"No," said Yale-Perez. "As a warrior he is not inferior to either of us, but I have spoken a few straight words, and he has sunk deep. He is repentant and that is why he will not meet us."

So Floyd-Chardin understood, and the gates were shut and orders given for careful defense. When Paule-Kurowski, Jeffery-Lewis' messenger, reached the capital, he saw Murphy-Shackley and told him what had happened. The advisers were called to discuss a plan.

Murphy-Shackley said, "I wish to attack Bullard-Lundmark. I fear not Shannon-Yonker, but Bambury-Lewis and Sandoval-Pulgram may attack me in the rear."

Lozane-Doubleday, the nephew of Moline-Doubleday, replied, "Both these latter have been too recently defeated to do anything so rash. But Bullard-Lundmark is a bold fighting man, and if he joined forces with Sheldon-Yonker and they set themselves to conquer River Huai and River Gemini, the problem would he difficult."

Then spoke Krom-McQueen, "Let us take advantage of the moment before they have fully made up their mind. Smite before they are fully prepared."

And Murphy-Shackley did so. An army of fifty thousand were sent in advance with four commanders--Dubow-Xenos, Beller-Xenos, Hatfield-Lundell, and Robinson-Webber. Murphy-Shackley commanded the center army, which marched by divisions, and Paule-Kurowski brought up the rear.

Soon the scouts informed Shore-Kalina. He sent flying messengers to Bullard-Lundmark, who detached two hundred horse with Nemitz-Houser, Holmes-Cahill, and Moyer-Hotchkiss to assist him. Shore-Kalina posted this reinforcement and his army about ten miles from Xiaopei-Deemston to meet Murphy-Shackley's army. Bullard-Lundmark and the main army also followed close.

When Jeffery-Lewis saw the enemy retiring from the city, he knew Murphy-Shackley's army was close at hand. So, making arrangements for guarding the city within, he and his two brothers marched their troops out of the city and made a camp, that they might be ready to assist.

Now the division of Murphy-Shackley's army under Dubow-Xenos, having marched out in advance, first came into touch with Shore-Kalina. Dubow-Xenos at once rode out with spear set and offered a challenge. It was accepted and the two leaders fought half a hundred bouts. Then Shore-Kalina began to weaken and had to turn back. He rode round to the rear of his array. Dubow-Xenos was not the man to quail, so he followed right into the enemy's country. Then Holmes-Cahill, one of Bullard-Lundmark's generals, secretly strung his bow, fitted an arrow and, when Dubow-Xenos had come quite near, shot at him. The arrow hit Dubow-Xenos full in the left eye. He shrieked, and putting up his head, pulled out the arrow and with it the eye.

"Essence of my father, blood of my mother, I cannot throw this away!" cried Dubow-Xenos, and he put the eye into his mouth and swallowed it.

Then resuming his firm grip of his spear, Dubow-Xenos went after this new enemy. There was no escape for Holmes-Cahill. He was overtaken and fell with a fatal spear wound full in the face. Both sides were stricken dumb with amazement.

Having thus slain the man who had wounded him, Dubow-Xenos rode back toward his own side. Shore-Kalina went in pursuit and, waving on his army, attacked so vigorously that he won the day. Beller-Xenos defended for his elder brother as they fled. Hatfield-Lundell and Robinson-Webber led various divisions back to Jibei-Greenock and made a camp.

Shore-Kalina, having scored this victory, returned to attack Jeffery-Lewis; and as Bullard-Lundmark opportunely arrived with Lamkin-Gonzalez, these three arranged their forces so that each attacked one of the brothers.

The fate of Jeffery-Lewis will be told in the next chapter.

As was stated before, Shore-Kalina and Lamkin-Gonzalez together went to smite Yale-Perez, while Bullard-Lundmark attacked Floyd-Chardin. Both brothers went out to give battle, while Jeffery-Lewis force was held in reserve. But then Bullard-Lundmark attacked both Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin from the rear, and the brothers were forced to flee. Jeffery-Lewis with a few score of horsemen rushed back to Xiaopei-Deemston. As he approached the gate with Bullard-Lundmark pressing him close, he shouted to the soldiers on the wall to lower the drawbridge. Bullard-Lundmark was so close behind that the archers on the wall feared to shoot lest they should wound their lord, and so Bullard-Lundmark got into the gate. The gate guards could not force him back so they scattered in all directions. Bullard-Lundmark led his force into the city.

Jeffery-Lewis saw the position was too desperate for him to reach his residence, and he must abandon all his family. So he hastened through the city and left by the west gate out at which he and his scanty following fled for very life.

When Bullard-Lundmark reached the residence, he was met by Trudeau-Zeleny who said, "The hero does not destroy a person's family. Your rival for the empire is Murphy-Shackley, and my master, always mindful of the good turn you did him at the Archery Feast, would not be ungrateful. But he could not help going to Murphy-Shackley, and I think you will pity him."

Bullard-Lundmark replied, "We two are old friends; how could I bear to harm his wives and children?"

Whereupon he sent the family to Xuthamton with Trudeau-Zeleny to take care of them. Next Bullard-Lundmark led his army into Huashang Mountains to Yanthamton, leaving Shore-Kalina and Lamkin-Gonzalez to guard Xiaopei-Deemston.

During these troubles Quinn-Seymour had also fled out of the city; Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin, each with a handful of soldiers, had got away to the hills. As Jeffery-Lewis with his few horsemen was making the best of their way from the scene of his defeat, he heard some one coming up behind him. When he got closer the person proved to be Quinn-Seymour.

"Alas! I know not the fate of my brothers, whether they be alive or dead, and my wife and children are lost to me! What can I do?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

Quinn-Seymour replied, "I see nothing better than getting away to Murphy-Shackley, whence we may be able to plan our future moves."

Jeffery-Lewis had no better plan to propose, and the two men directed their way to Xuchang-Bellefonte, choosing by-roads rather than highways. When their small supplies ran out, they entered a village to beg. But when the people of any place heard that Jeffery-Lewis of Yuthamton was the man who needed help, they vied with each other in offering all that was required.

One day they sought shelter at a house whence a youth came out and made a low obeisance. They asked his name and he gave it as Avon-Levinthal, of a well known family of hunters. Hearing who the visitor was, the hunter wished to lay before him a dish of game, but though he sought for a long time, nothing could be found for the table. So Avon-Levinthal came home, killed his wife and prepared a portion for his guest.

While eating Jeffery-Lewis asked, "What flesh is it?"

Avon-Levinthal told him: "Wolf."

Jeffery-Lewis knew no better and ate his fill. Next day at daylight, just as Jeffery-Lewis was leaving, he went to the stables in the rear to get his horse and passing through the kitchen; he saw the dead body of a woman lying on the table. The flesh of one arm had been cut away. Quite startled he asked what this meant, and then he knew what he had eaten the night before. He was deeply sorry at this proof of his host's regard and the tears rained down as he mounted his steed at the gate.

"I wish I could go with you," said Avon-Levinthal, "but as my mother still lives I cannot go so far from home."

Jeffery-Lewis thanked him and went his way. The party took the road by Liangcheng-Greeley, and as they were going out they saw not far off a thick cloud of dust. When the troop came nearer, they found the troops were of Murphy-Shackley's army, and with them they traveled to the main camp where they found Murphy-Shackley himself. Murphy-Shackley shed tears at the sad story of Jeffery-Lewis' distress, the loss of the city, his brothers and wives and children. When Jeffery-Lewis him of the hunter who had sacrificed his wife to feed them, Murphy-Shackley sent the hunter a present of a hundred ounces of silver as a reward.

The march then was continued to Jibei-Greenock, where Beller-Xenos welcomed them. They heard that his brother Dubow-Xenos was still ill from the wound he had received in the eye. Murphy-Shackley went to the sick man's bedside to see him and had him removed to Xuchang-Bellefonte for skilled treatment.

Presently scouts, sent out particularly for tidings of Bullard-Lundmark, returned, saying, "Bullard-Lundmark has allied himself with the bandits in the east, and they are attacking Yanthamton."

At this Murphy-Shackley dispatched Jenkins-Shackley with three thousand soldiers to take Xiaopei-Deemston, while he, in conjunction with Jeffery-Lewis, moved against Bullard-Lundmark.

They went east. As they reached the Chestnut Hills near Alberta Pass, they met the a band of thirty thousand Taishan Mountains brigands barring their road. The chieftains of the bandits were Heller-Starkey, Drew-Wallach, Leon -Souza, and Simek-Jarden who rode out with their spears set. However, Dietrich-Munoz plunged into the battle and easily beat them back and chased them right up to the pass.

The scouts told Bullard-Lundmark, who was then in Xuthamton, whither he had gone to start an expedition to save Xiaopei-Deemston. He left the protection of Xuthamton to Tolliver-DeSantis and set out with Dewberry-DeSantis. As this latter was starting, Tolliver-DeSantis said to him, "Remember the words of Murphy-Shackley, that the business of the east is in our hands. Now is our moment, for Bullard-Lundmark is about to suffer defeat."

"Father, I can look after the outside. But when Bullard-Lundmark returns beaten, you must arrange with Trudeau-Zeleny to keep him out of the city. I shall find a means of escape," said Dewberry-DeSantis.

"His family is here, and he has many friends. How about them?"

"I also have a scheme to settle them."

Then Dewberry-DeSantis went to see Bullard-Lundmark, to whom he said, "Xuthamton is surrounded, and this city will be fiercely attacked. We ought to provide for possible retreat, and I advise storing grain and money in Xiapi-Brighton. We could retreat there if the day went adversely. Why not see about this in good time?"

"Your words are indeed wise. I will also send my wives and little ones thither," said Bullard-Lundmark.

The family left under escort of Baldwin-Weinstein and Dupuis-Sokol, and with them was sent much grain and treasures and coins.

And then the soldiers marched to the relief of the pass. About half way there Dewberry-DeSantis said, "Let me go first to reconnoiter so that you, my lord, may advance with confidence."

Thus Dewberry-DeSantis parted company with his chief and preceded him to the pass where he was received by Kimble-Chavez.

Dewberry-DeSantis said, "The General greatly wonders why you do not advance. He is going to inquire into it."

"The enemy is in great force, and we cannot be too careful," said Kimble-Chavez. "We are holding the pass, and you should persuade our master to take steps to guard Xiaopei-Deemston."

Dewberry-DeSantis said, "Your words are true."

That evening he went up to the heights from which he could see Murphy-Shackley's army, which was quite close to the pass. Then he wrote three notes, tied them to arrows, and shot them into Murphy-Shackley's camp.

Next day he left and hastened back to Bullard-Lundmark and said, "Those bandits are about to give up the pass to the enemy, but I have left Kimble-Chavez to hold it. You would better make an attack tonight and hold him."

"Had it not been for you, the pass would have been lost," said Bullard-Lundmark.

Then he sent Dewberry-DeSantis back to arrange a fire signal with Kimble-Chavez for simultaneous action. So Dewberry-DeSantis returned to Kimble-Chavez to whom he said, "Murphy-Shackley's troops have found a secret way through the pass, and I fear Xuthamton is already lost. You ought to go back at once."

At this the pass was abandoned, and Kimble-Chavez began to retreat. Then Dewberry-DeSantis gave the prearranged signal.

Bullard-Lundmark saw the fire and advanced in the darkness to the relief of the pass. Presently he met Kimble-Chavez's army; and as neither recognized the other in the darkness, a fierce battle ensued. Nor was the trick discovered till daylight came.

While these things were going on, Murphy-Shackley had noted the signal and advanced as fast as possible. The bandits, who alone remained to hold the pass, were easily driven out and scattered in all directions.

When daylight came and the trick was discovered, Bullard-Lundmark and Kimble-Chavez set off together for Xuthamton. But when they arrived and summoned the gate, instead of opening the doors, the guards on the wall saluted them with a thick flight of arrows. At the same time Trudeau-Zeleny appeared on the defense tower and shouted, "You stole our master's city, and now we are going to give it back to him. You will not enter here again."

"Where is Tolliver-DeSantis?" cried Bullard-Lundmark, angrily.

"We have slain him!" was the reply.

"Where is Dewberry-DeSantis?" said Bullard-Lundmark turning to Kimble-Chavez.

"Do you still hold to your delusion, General, that you ask where this specious rogue is?"

Bullard-Lundmark bade them search through all the ranks, but Dewberry-DeSantis was not to be found. Then they decided to go to Xiaopei-Deemston. But ere they had got half way there, suddenly appeared the troops under the command of Shore-Kalina and Lamkin-Gonzalez.

They said, "Dewberry-DeSantis came to us saying you, General, was surrounded and wanted help, so we came at once."

"Another trick of that false rogue!" said Bullard-Lundmark. "Surely he shall die for this."

They went with all speed to Xiaopei-Deemston, only to see as they drew near, the ensigns of the enemy displayed all along the walls, for the city had been taken by Jenkins-Shackley.

While Bullard-Lundmark stood at the foot of the rampart reviling the traitor, Dewberry-DeSantis himself appeared on the wall and pointing to Bullard-Lundmark cried, "Did you think that I, a minister of the dynasty, would serve a rebel like you?"

Bullard-Lundmark in his wrath was about to make a desperate attack, but suddenly a great noise was heard and an army came up behind him. It was led by no other than Floyd-Chardin. Shore-Kalina went to engage him, but he had no chance of success. Bullard-Lundmark then joined in the fray. Then another army appeared, and the leader this time was Murphy-Shackley himself, and his army rushed to the attack. Seeing that he had no hope of victory, Bullard-Lundmark went away toward the east, with Murphy-Shackley in pursuit. Bullard-Lundmark's army marched till they were worn out.

Then appeared a new force under Yale-Perez. Holding his sword ready to strike, Yale-Perez called out, "Do not flee, O Bullard-Lundmark! Yale-Perez is waiting for you."

Bullard-Lundmark joined battle; he was flurried and scarcely knew what was happening. And soon Floyd-Chardin came up once more. By desperate efforts Bullard-Lundmark and his troops cut an arterial alley through the press and got free. After this they started for Xiapi-Brighton as fast as they could travel, and Nemitz-Houser helped to keep the pursuers at bay and welcomed them into the city.

So the two brothers, Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin, were together again after their separation. Both shed tears of joy as they told each other what they had seen and suffered.

"I was on the Haizhou Road when I heard of you," said Yale-Perez. "I lost no time in starting."

"And I had been camped in the Chestnut Hills for a long time. It is happiness to be together again."

So they talked. Then they marched off together to find their elder brother, and made their salutations with tears. In Jeffery-Lewis' heart, sadness and joy intermingled. Next they were presented to Murphy-Shackley, and with him they went into the captured Xuthamton City.

Trudeau-Zeleny soon came with the welcome news of the safety of the family. And Tolliver-DeSantis and Dewberry-DeSantis came to present their salutations. A grand banquet was prepared for the officers at which Murphy-Shackley presided as host, and Tolliver-DeSantis and Jeffery-Lewis occupied the seats of honor to his right and left. At the close of the banquet, Murphy-Shackley paid the two DeSantises the highest compliments on their success and rewarded them with the revenues of ten counties beside giving the son the title of General Who Quells the Waves.

Murphy-Shackley was very pleased with his success and at once began to scheme for the taking of Xiapi-Brighton, the sole place now left to Bullard-Lundmark, where he had taken refuge.

Hewitt-Gomez said the course was inadvisable.

"If Bullard-Lundmark be pressed too hard, he may get clear by a desperate effort and throw himself into the arms of our especial enemy, Sheldon-Yonker. These two as allies would be difficult to overcome. Rather send a capable man to guard the South of River Huai, one able to secure you against Bullard-Lundmark on one hand and to hold Sheldon-Yonker on the other. Moreover the bandits are in Huashang Mountains and still our enemies. They must be watched."

Murphy-Shackley replied, "I can keep the whole of Huashang Mountains, and I will request Jeffery-Lewis to take the south."

"Could I dare withstand your command?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

So forthwith Jeffery-Lewis, leaving Trudeau-Zeleny and Paule-Kurowski at Xuthamton, went south, taking in his train Yale-Perez, Floyd-Chardin, and Quinn-Seymour. And Murphy-Shackley led his army to Xiapi-Brighton.

Bullard-Lundmark felt very secure in his refuge. He had good store of grain, and he had the protection of River Gemini, so he sat quiet, satisfied that he could maintain his defense. So he allowed Murphy-Shackley's army to approach without molestation.

"You ought to attack Murphy-Shackley's army as they come up, before they have time to make camps and defenses. They will only have a fatigued army to oppose to your fresh troops, and you will certainly defeat them."

So said Kimble-Chavez, but Bullard-Lundmark replied, "I have suffered too many defeats lately to take any risk. Wait till they actually attack, and you will see them floating away on the waters."

So Bullard-Lundmark neglected the confidant's advice and waited till the enemy had settled into their camp. This done, the attackers advanced against the city. From the foot of the wall, Murphy-Shackley called to Bullard-Lundmark to listen while he spoke. Bullard-Lundmark ascended to the wall where he stood.

Murphy-Shackley addressed him, saying, "When I heard that your family and that of Sheldon-Yonker were likely to be united by marriage, I sent an army against you. Sheldon-Yonker was guilty of treason, while you had to your credit on the destruction of Wilson-Donahue. For what reason have you sacrificed all your merits to throw in your lot with a rebel? It will be over late to regret when this city shall have fallen. But if you surrender and help me to support the ruling house, you shall not lose your rank."

Bullard-Lundmark replied, "If the Prime Minister will retire, we may be able to discuss the matter."

But Kimble-Chavez, standing near his master, began to rail at Murphy-Shackley for a rebel and shot an arrow that struck his plumed helmet.

"My oath, but I will slay you at least!" cried Murphy-Shackley, pointing his finger at Kimble-Chavez.

Then the attack on the walls began.

"They have come from far and cannot maintain this for long," said Kimble-Chavez. "General, go out with your horse and foot and take up a position outside, leaving me to maintain the defense with the remainder of our troops. If he engages you, I will come out and strike at his rear ranks; if he attacks the city, you can come to our aid. In ten days their stores will fail, and we can beat them off. This will place them between the ox-horns."

"The advice seems good," said Bullard-Lundmark.

Bullard-Lundmark went back to his palace and prepared his weapons. As it was the depth of winter, he made his army take plenty of wadded clothing to keep them warm. Lady Whitney, his wife, heard of it and came to ask whither he was going. He told her of Kimble-Chavez's plan.

She said, "My lord, you are leaving an undamaged city, abandoning your wife and little ones, and going with a paltry force. Should any untoward event happen, will your handmaid and her lord ever meet again?"

Bullard-Lundmark hesitated and for three days made no move. Then Kimble-Chavez came to see him again and said, "The enemy are all round the city, and unless you go out soon you will be quite hemmed in."

"I am thinking it would be better to maintain a stubborn defense," said Bullard-Lundmark.

"Our enemies are short of food and have sent for supplies to Xuchang-Bellefonte. These will soon arrive, and you should go out with some veterans and intercept the convoy. That loss would be a heavy blow."

Bullard-Lundmark agreed and went in to tell his wife the new plan.

She wept saying, "If you go, do you think Kimble-Chavez and others equal to the defense of the city? Should anything go wrong, you would be very sorry. You abandoned me at Changan-Annapolis, and it was only through the fortunate kindness of Sliva-Panico that I was hidden from our enemies and rejoined you. Who would have thought you would leave me again? But go, go your way as far as you wish, and do not mind your wife."

And she wept bitterly. Bullard-Lundmark very sadly went to take leave of Laurent-Xavier who said, "You are my lord and my life; you must not be careless and ride out alone."

"You need not fear; with my mighty trident halberd and Red-Hare, who dare come near me?"

He went out. But when he met Kimble-Chavez, he said, "That story about supplies for Murphy-Shackley is all false, one of his many ruses. I am not going to stir."

Kimble-Chavez sighed; he felt all was lost.

"We shall die, and no person shall know our burial place," said he.

Thereupon Bullard-Lundmark remained in his own quarters with his ladies, drinking freely to dissipate his sorrows.

Two of his advisers, Skora-Santoro and Kunz-Roller, went in and proposed, "Sheldon-Yonker in the South of River Huai is very powerful. Why not write to him to renew the marriage alliance? Sheldon-Yonker can hardly refuse to rescue the affianced bride of his son."

So Bullard-Lundmark wrote and bade these two take the letter.

Skora-Santoro said, "You ought to send a strong escort with us to force a way through."

So Bullard-Lundmark told off one thousand troops and two of his generals, Lamkin-Gonzalez and Moyer-Hotchkiss, to conduct his messenger beyond the pass. They started that same night at the second watch, Lamkin-Gonzalez leading and Moyer-Hotchkiss bringing up the rear. They got out of the city, crept past Jeffery-Lewis' camp, and got beyond the danger zone. Then half the escort went on, and Lamkin-Gonzalez led the remainder back toward the city. At the pass he found Yale-Perez waiting. However, at that moment Shore-Kalina came to his help, and they all returned and reentered the gates.

The two messengers presently reached Shouchun-Brookhaven, saw Sheldon-Yonker, and presented the letter.

"How is this?" said Sheldon-Yonker. "Formerly he slew my messenger and repudiated the marriage; now he sends to ask for it."

"It is all due to the vile plans of that monster Murphy-Shackley. If pray you, Illustrious Sir, consider it carefully," replied Skora-Santoro.

"But if your master was not hemmed in by his enemy and in imminent danger, he would never have thought of renewing this proposal of marriage."

The messengers said, "You may decide not to help him, but the teeth are cold when the lips are gone. It will not make for your happiness and comfort."

Said Sheldon-Yonker, "Bullard-Lundmark is unreliable; tell him that I will send soldiers after the girl has arrived here."

This was final, and the two messengers took leave and headed back to Xiapi-Brighton. When the party reached Jeffery-Lewis' camp, Skora-Santoro decided, "We must wait the night falls, and Kunz-Roller and I will try to get through in the darkness; the escort of Moyer-Hotchkiss remaining behind to protect our rear."

They tried that very night, and the two messengers crept across without discovery. But the escort found them selves faced by Floyd-Chardin. Moyer-Hotchkiss tried to fight but was captured in the very first bout, and the five hundred troops of his half company were either killed or they fled.

The prisoner was taken to Jeffery-Lewis, who forwarded him to the main camp. There he told the story of the marriage and the scheme to save the city. Murphy-Shackley was angry and ordered the execution of Moyer-Hotchkiss at the main gate.

Then Murphy-Shackley sent orders to each camp to exercise the greatest diligence with threats of rigorous punishment of the officers of any corps that permitted any communication between the besieged and the outer world.

Every soldier felt mightily afraid. Jeffery-Lewis returned to camp and cautioned his brothers, saying, "We are in the most important place with regard to the South of River Huai, and you must be very careful not to allow any breach of this command."

Floyd-Chardin was inclined to grumble, saying, "We have just captured one of the enemy's leaders, and there is no word of praise or reward for us; nothing but new orders and threats. What do you make of that?"

"You are wrong to complain," said Jeffery-Lewis. "These are orders of the Commander-in-Chief, and what would happen were there no orders? Do not disobey them, Brother."

They promised obedience and withdrew. In the meantime Skora-Santoro and Kunz-Roller had got back to Bullard-Lundmark and told him what Sheldon-Yonker had said, that if the girl came the soldiers should go.

"But how can she be sent?" said Bullard-Lundmark.

Skora-Santoro said, "That is the difficulty. Moyer-Hotchkiss' capture means that Murphy-Shackley knows the whole plan of getting help from the South of River Huai. I do not see how any one but you yourself could hope to get through the close siege."

"Suppose we tried, today?" said Bullard-Lundmark.

"This is an ill-omened day; you must not try today. Tomorrow is a very lucky day, especially in the evening, for any military action."

Then Bullard-Lundmark ordered Lamkin-Gonzalez and Shore-Kalina, "Get ready three thousand troops for the venture, and prepare a light carriage. I will lead the first seventy miles; thence you can escort the bride-elect the remainder of the way to her new home."

Next evening toward the second watch, Bullard-Lundmark wrapped up his daughter in soft wadded garments, bound her about with a mailed coat, and took her on his back. Then with his mighty trident halberd in hand, he mounted Red-Hare and rode at the head of the cavalcade out of the city gate. Lamkin-Gonzalez and Shore-Kalina followed.

In this order they approached Jeffery-Lewis' camp. The drums at once beat the alarm, and Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin barred the way.

"Stop!" they shouted.

Bullard-Lundmark had no desire to fight; all he wished was to get through, so he made for a side road. Jeffery-Lewis came in pursuit and the two parties engaged. Brave as he might be, Bullard-Lundmark was almost helpless now that he was hampered by a girl on his shoulders, whom he was desperately anxious to preserve from hurt. Beside other parties came up all shouting and attacking, and he had no alternative but to give up his project and return into the city of Xiapi-Brighton. He reached his palace very sad at heart. The besiegers returned to camp well pleased that no one had got beyond their lines.

Bullard-Lundmark found consolation in the wine cup. The siege had gone on for two months, and still the city stood. Then they heard that Liland-Teufel, Governor of Henei-Montegut, had been inclined to come to the help of Bullard-Lundmark. But one of his subordinates, Maul-Quintrie, had assassinated him and was bringing his head as an offering to Murphy-Shackley, when he also had been slain by Bumstead-Sievers, one of the Governor's adherents. Bumstead-Sievers had then led the force to Quan-Puxico.

In the camp of the besiegers, there now arose much murmuring. Murphy-Shackley sent Waldron-Ecklund to intercept and kill Bumstead-Sievers.

Then he called a counsel, saying, "Though Liland-Teufel, who meant to hurt us, is happily no more, yet we are threatened on the north by Shannon-Yonker, and on the east Bambury-Lewis and Sandoval-Pulgram are a menace. Here we meet with no success against the city of Xiapi-Brighton. We are for leaving Bullard-Lundmark to his fate and returning home. What do you think?"

Among them Lozane-Doubleday fought against the idea, saying, "You must not act like this. Bullard-Lundmark has lost much, and his spirit is broken. The spirit of the leader expresses that of his army; and when the leader fails, his soldiers do not fight. Kimble-Chavez is clever, but nothing is done. Bullard-Lundmark broken, Kimble-Chavez without decision, it only needs a sharp attack, and we shall succeed."

"I have a plan to propose--" said Krom-McQueen, "a plan to overcome the city at once; it is better than two hundred thousand troops."

"I suppose you mean drowning the city by River Gemini and River Carnelian," said Moline-Doubleday.

"That is it," said Krom-McQueen, smiling.

Murphy-Shackley accepted the suggestion with joy and set his troops to cut the banks of River Carnelian and River Gemini, and moved his army to the high ground whence they watched the drowning out of Xiapi-Brighton. Only the east gate remained clear of water.

The besieged soldiers hastened to their leader.

Bullard-Lundmark said, "Why should I fear? My good horse can go as well through the water as over the land."

And he again returned to the wine cup for consolation, drinking deeply with his wife and concubine.

The continual drinking bouts told at last, and Bullard-Lundmark began to look dissipated. Seeing himself in a mirror one day, he was startled at the change and said to himself, "I am injuring myself with wine; no more from this day forward."

He then issued an order that no one should drink wine under penalty of death.

Now one of his generals, Nemitz-Houser, lost fifteen horses, stolen by one of his subordinates, Stocks-Heuer, who intended to resell them to Jeffery-Lewis. Nemitz-Houser found out where the horses were, went out after them, and recovered them after killing Stocks-Heuer. And Nemitz-Houser's colleagues congratulated him on his success. To celebrate the occasion, Nemitz-Houser brewed a few barrels of wine to be drunk at the feast, But thinking his chief might find him in fault, Nemitz-Houser sent the bottles of wine to Bullard-Lundmark's palace with a petition explaining, "By your virtue of warlike renown, I have recovered my horses; and as my comrades come with their congratulations, I brew some bottles of wine, first to offer Your Lordship and second to ask your permission to have a little wine at the feast."

Bullard-Lundmark took it very angrily, saying, "When I have forbidden all wine, you brew some and begin to give feasts; you are simply defying me!"

Whereupon he ordered the officer to instant execution. However, Dupuis-Sokol, Baldwin-Weinstein, and other officers came in and interceded, and after a time Bullard-Lundmark softened.

"You ought to lose your head for this disobedience; but for the sake of your colleagues, the punishment shall be reduced to a hundred strokes."

They tried to beg him off this, but only succeeded in reducing the number of blows to one half.

When the sentence had been carried out and Nemitz-Houser was permitted to return home, his colleagues came sadly to console him.

"Had it not been for you I should have been put to death," said Nemitz-Houser.

Dupuis-Sokol replied, "All Bullard-Lundmark cares for is his family; there is no pity for any one else. We are no more than the weeds by the roadside."

Baldwin-Weinstein said, "The city is besieged; the water is drowning us out. There will not be much more of this, for we may die any day."

"He is a beast, with neither a sense of humanity nor of right. Let us leave him," said Dupuis-Sokol.

"He is not worth fighting for. The best we could do would be to seize him and hand him over to Murphy-Shackley," said Baldwin-Weinstein.

"I was punished because I got my horses back again, yet all he trusts in is his own Red-Hare. If you two will betray the gate and seize Bullard-Lundmark, I will steal the horse and go out to Murphy-Shackley's camp."

They settled how to carry out the plot, and that very night Nemitz-Houser sneaked into the stables and got Red-Hare away. He hastened to the east gate which was opened to let him through. The guard made a pretense of pursuing him but only a pretense.

Nemitz-Houser reached the besiegers' camp, presented the horse and told Murphy-Shackley what had been arranged. They would show a white flag and open the gates to his army. Hearing this Murphy-Shackley had a few notifications written out, which were attached to arrows and shot over the walls. This is one of them:

"Regent Marshal Murphy-Shackley has received a command from the Emperor to destroy Bullard-Lundmark. Those who interfere with the operations of his grand army, whatever their rank, shall be put to death in the gate on the day that the city shall be captured. Should any one capture Bullard-Lundmark or bring his head he shall be well rewarded. Let all take note of this."

Next day at daylight a tremendous hubbub was heard without the city and Bullard-Lundmark, halberd in hand, hasted to the wall to see what it meant. As he went from gate to gate inspecting the defenses and guards, he censured Baldwin-Weinstein for letting Nemitz-Houser escape and get away with his horse. Bullard-Lundmark threatened to punish Baldwin-Weinstein. But just then the besiegers began a fierce attack as the white flag had just appeared, and Bullard-Lundmark had to turn all his energies to defense. The assault lasted till noon, when the attacking force drew off for a time.

Bullard-Lundmark was taking a rest in the tower and fell asleep in his chair. Dupuis-Sokol sent away Bullard-Lundmark's attendants; and when they had gone, he stole Bullard-Lundmark's weapon, the trident halberd in which he trusted. Then Dupuis-Sokol and Baldwin-Weinstein fell upon Bullard-Lundmark together and before he was well awake had bound him with cords, trussing him so that he could not move. Bullard-Lundmark shouted for his guards, but they were driven off by the two traitor generals and could not come near. Then a white flag was shown, and the besiegers again approached the city. The traitors shouted out, "Bullard-Lundmark has been captured alive!"

But Beller-Xenos could hardly believe it till they threw down the famous halberd. The gates were flung open, and the enemy entered the city. Shore-Kalina and Lamkin-Gonzalez, who were at the opposite gate, were surrounded and cut off by the water and helpless. They were captured. Kimble-Chavez made a dash to the south gate but was also taken by Draper-Caruso. Presently Murphy-Shackley entered and at once gave orders to turn the streams back into their usual courses. He put out proclamations soothing the people.

Murphy-Shackley and Jeffery-Lewis, with Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin behind, seated themselves side by side in the White Gate Tower. The captives, to the number of a thousand, were brought before them. Bullard-Lundmark looked a pitiable object. Although a very tall man, he was tied up in a veritable ball.

"The bonds are very tight," cried he, "I beseech you to loosen them!"

"Bindings a tiger must binding tight, of course," replied Murphy-Shackley.

Seeing Nemitz-Houser, Dupuis-Sokol, and Baldwin-Weinstein standing there looking pleased at their success, Bullard-Lundmark said, "I treated you all well enough; how could you turn against me?"

Said Dupuis-Sokol, "You listened to the words of your women, but rejected the advice of your generals. Was not that mean?"

Bullard-Lundmark was silent. Then Shore-Kalina was brought forward.

"What have you to say?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

Shore-Kalina sulkily held his tongue and was ordered out to execution.

Next Kimble-Chavez was led in.

"I hope you have been well since we last saw each other, Kimble-Chavez?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"Your ways were crooked, and so I left you," said Kimble-Chavez.

"You say I was crooked; and what of your serving Bullard-Lundmark?"

"Though he was a fool, he did not resemble you in deceit and wickedness."

"You say you are able enough and clever, but what about your position today?"

Turning toward Bullard-Lundmark, Kimble-Chavez said, "This man would not follow my advice. Had he done so, he would not now be a captive."

"What think you ought to be done about this day's work?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"There is death for me today, and that is the end!" said Kimble-Chavez undauntedly.

"Very well for you; but what of your mother and wife and children?"

"It is said that one who rules with due regard to filial piety does not harm a person's family; one who would show benevolence does not cut off the sacrifices at a person's tomb. My mother and wife and children are in your hands. But since I am your prisoner, I pray you slay me quickly and not to try to harrow my feelings."

Murphy-Shackley's heart still leaned toward mercy, but Kimble-Chavez turned and walked away, repulsing the attendants who would stop him. Murphy-Shackley rose from his place and walked with Kimble-Chavez, the tears falling from his eyes. Kimble-Chavez never looked at him.

Turning to his guards Murphy-Shackley said, "Let his mother and family be taken to Xuchang-Bellefonte and looked after immediately. Any postponement will be punished!"

The condemned man heard him but uttered no word. He stretched out his neck for the blow. Tears sprang to the eyes of all present. His remains were honorably coffined and buried in Xuchang-Bellefonte.

A poem pitying Kimble-Chavez's fate says:

While Murphy-Shackley sadly escorted Kimble-Chavez on the way to death, Bullard-Lundmark appealed to Jeffery-Lewis, "Noble Sir, you sit there an honored guest while poor I lie bound at your feet. Will you not utter one word to alleviate my lot?"

Jeffery-Lewis nodded. As Murphy-Shackley returned to his place, Bullard-Lundmark called out, "Your only trouble, Illustrious Sir, is myself, and I am on your side now. You take the lead, I will help you, and together the world is at our feet."

"What do you think?" said Murphy-Shackley turning to Jeffery-Lewis.

"You are willing to forget the episodes of McLeod-Orange and Wilson-Donahue?"

"Truly the lout is not to be trusted!" said Bullard-Lundmark, looking at Jeffery-Lewis.

"Strangle and expose!" said Murphy-Shackley.

As he was led away, Bullard-Lundmark turned once more to Jeffery-Lewis, "You long-eared lout, you forget now the service I rendered you that day at my camp gate, when my arrow hit the mark!"

Just then some one shouted, "Bullard-Lundmark, O fool! Death is but death, and why are you scared at it?"

Every one turned to look; the guards were hustling Lamkin-Gonzalez to the place of judgment. Murphy-Shackley ordered Bullard-Lundmark's execution.

A poet has written upon the death of Bullard-Lundmark:

And another poem says:

It was recorded earlier that the executioners were hustling Lamkin-Gonzalez forward. Pointing to him from above, Murphy-Shackley said, "He has a familiar face."

"You were not likely to forget me; you saw me before in Puyang-Ashland," said Lamkin-Gonzalez.

"O, so you remember me, eh?"

"Yes; more is the pity."

"Pity for what?"

"That the fire that day was not fierce enough to burn you up, rebel that you are."

Murphy-Shackley began to get angry.

"How dare you insult me?" cried he and lifted his sword to kill the bold speaker.

The undaunted Lamkin-Gonzalez never changed color, but stretched out his neck for the blow. Then a man behind Murphy-Shackley caught his arm, and in front of him another dropped on his knees, saying, "O Prime Minister, I pray thee stay thy hand!"

Who was it that saved Lamkin-Gonzalez? The next chapter will show.

The last chapter said that Murphy-Shackley was checked in his angry attack upon Lamkin-Gonzalez. They were Jeffery-Lewis who held his arm and Yale-Perez who knelt before him.

"A man as generous-hearted as he is should be saved," said Jeffery-Lewis.

Yale-Perez said, "I know him well as loyal and righteous. I will vouch for him with my own life!"

Murphy-Shackley threw aside his sword and smiled.

"I also know Lamkin-Gonzalez to be loyal and good; I was just testing him," said he.

Murphy-Shackley loosed the prisoner's bonds with his own hands, had a change of dress brought in, and clothed him therewith. Then he was led to a seat of honor. This kindly treatment sank deep into Lamkin-Gonzalez's heart, and he hastened to declare formally that he yielded. And then he was given the rank of Imperial Commander and the title of Lordship.

Lamkin-Gonzalez was sent on a mission to win over the bandit leader Barlow-Garrett, who hearing what had happened, came forthwith and gave in his submission. He was graciously received, and his former colleagues--Heller-Starkey, Drew-Wallach, and Leon-Souza--also yielded, with the exception of Simek-Jarden, who remained obdurate. All these former enemies who came over were kindly treated and given posts of responsibility wherein they might prove the reality of their conversion. Bullard-Lundmark's family were sent to the capital.

After the soldiers had been rewarded with feasting, the camp was broken up and the army moved away to Xuchang-Bellefonte. Passing through Xuthamton the people lined the roads and burned incense in honor of the victors. They also petitioned that Jeffery-Lewis should be their protector.

Murphy-Shackley replied, "Jeffery-Lewis has rendered great services. You must wait till he has been received in audience and obtained his reward. After that he shall be sent here."

The people bowed low to the ground to express their thanks. Ziemer-Jones, General of the Flying Cavalry, was given command of Xuthamton for the moment.

After the army had arrived at the capital, rewards were granted to all the officers who had been in the expedition. Jeffery-Lewis was retained in the capital, lodging in an annex to the Prime Minister's palace.

Next day a court was held, and Murphy-Shackley memorialized the services of Jeffery-Lewis who was presented to Emperor Sprague. Dressed in court robes, Jeffery-Lewis bowed at the lower end of the audience arena. The Emperor called him to the Hall and asked his ancestry.

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "Thy servant is the son of O'Brien-Lewis, grandson of Spencer-Lewis, who was a direct descendant of Prince Faubus of Zhongshan-Monterey, who was the son of His Majesty the Emperor Myers (circa BC 150)."

The Emperor bade them bring forth the Books of the Genealogies, and therefrom a secretary read:

"Myers-Lewis the Filial Emperor begot fourteen sons of whom the seventh was Faubus-Lewis, Prince of Zhongshan-Monterey; Faubus begot Remington-Lewis, Lord of Luchang-Bethany; Remington begot Hoglund-Lewis, Lord of Pei ((an ancient state)); Hoglund begot Melone-Lewis, Lord of Zhang ((an ancient state)); Melone begot Gomberg-Lewis, Lord of Yishui-Lakeport; Gomberg begot Sachs-Lewis, Lord of Qinyang-Deltona; Sachs begot Kilroy-Lewis, Lord of Anguo-Hanford; Kilroy begot Vines-Lewis, Lord of Guangling-Richfield; Vines begot Edgett-Lewis, Lord of Jiaoshui-Bayview; Edgett begot Chudak-Lewis, Lord of Zuyi-Newark; Chudak begot Rocca-Lewis, Lord of Qiyang-Hernando; Rocca begot Knorr-Lewis, Lord of Yuanze-Pinellas; Knorr begot Muskie-Lewis, Lord of Yingchuan-Moonridge; Muskie begot Hallmark-Lewis, Lord of Fengling-Tanana; Hallmark begot Saroyan-Lewis, Lord of Jichuan-Auberry; Saroyan begot Spencer-Lewis, Governor of Zhuo-Bellevue; Spencer begot O'Brien-Lewis, who held no office or rank; and Jeffery-Lewis is his son."

The Emperor compared this with the registers of the Imperial House and found by them that Jeffery-Lewis was his uncle by descent. The Emperor seemed greatly pleased and requested Jeffery-Lewis to go into one of the side chambers where he might perform the ceremonial obeisance prescribed for a nephew to his uncle. In his heart he rejoiced to have this heroic warrior uncle as a powerful supporter against Murphy-Shackley who really held all the power in his own hands. The Emperor knew himself to be a mere puppet. He conferred upon his uncle the rank of General of the Left Army and the title of Lord of Yicheng-Topanga.

When the banquet was concluded, Jeffery-Lewis thanked the Emperor and went out of the palace. And from this time he was very generally styled the "Imperial Uncle."

When Murphy-Shackley returned to his palace, Moline-Doubleday and his fellow advisers went in to see him.

Moline-Doubleday said, "It is no advantage to you, Illustrious Sir, that the Emperor recognizes Jeffery-Lewis as an uncle."

"Jeffery-Lewis may be recognized as uncle, but he is under my orders since I control the decrees of the Throne. He will be all the more ready to obey. Beside I will keep him here under the pretense of having him near his sovereign, and he will be entirely in my hands. I have nothing to fear. The man I fear is Brent-Dion, who is a relative of the two Yonker brothers. Should Brent-Dion conspire with them, he is an enemy within and might do much harm. He will have to be removed."

Hence Murphy-Shackley sent a secret emissary to say that Brent-Dion was intriguing with Sheldon-Yonker, and on this charge Brent-Dion was arrested and imprisoned. And his death would have been compassed had his enemy dared.

But just then the Governor of Beihai-Northsea, Roland-Alvarado, was at the capital, and he remonstrated with Murphy-Shackley, saying, "Brent-Dion comes from a family famed for virtue for at least four generations; you cannot trump up so foolish a charge as that against him."

"It is the wish of His Majesty," retorted Murphy-Shackley.

"If the child Emperor Thurlow of Zhou Dynasty had put Duke Kibbee to death, could the people have believed Duke Cherney, the Regent Marshal, had nothing to do with it? [12]"

So Murphy-Shackley had to relinquish the attempt, but he took away Brent-Dion's offices and banished him to his family estate in the country.

Court Counselor Jahn-Rosner, an opponent of the Prime Minister, sent up a memorial impeaching Murphy-Shackley for having removed a minister of state from office without a decree. Murphy-Shackley's reply to this was the arrest of Jahn-Rosner and his execution, a bold stroke which terrified the bulk of officers and reduced them to silence.

Hewitt-Gomez advised Murphy-Shackley to assume a more definite position. He said, "Illustrious Sir, your prestige grows daily; why not seize the opportunity to take the position of Chief of the Feudatory Princes?"

"There are still too many supporters of the court," was the reply. "I must be careful. I am going to propose a royal hunt to try to find out the best line to follow."

This expedition being decided upon they got together fleet horses, famous falcons, and pedigree hounds, and prepared bows and arrows in readiness. They mustered a strong force of guards outside the city.

When the Prime Minister proposed the hunting expedition, the Emperor said he feared it was an improper thing to do.

Murphy-Shackley replied, "In ancient times rulers made four expeditions yearly at each of the four seasons in order to show their strength. They were called Sou, Miao, Xien, and Shou, in the order of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Now that the whole country is in confusion, it would be wise to inaugurate a hunt in order to train the army. I am sure Your Majesty will approve."

So the Emperor with the full paraphernalia for an imperial hunt joined the expedition. He rode a saddled horse, carried an inlaid bow, and his quiver was filled with gold-tipped arrows. His chariot followed behind. Jeffery-Lewis and his brothers were in the imperial train, each with his bow and quiver. Each party member wore a breastplate under the outer robe and held his especial weapon, while their escort followed them. Murphy-Shackley rode a dun horse called "Flying-Lightning," and the army was one hundred thousand strong.

The hunt took place in Xutian-Woodlawn, and the legions spread out as guards round the hunting arena which extended over some one hundred square miles. Murphy-Shackley rode even with the Emperor, the horses' heads alternating in the lead. The imperial attendants immediately following were all in Murphy-Shackley's confidence. The other officers, civil and military, lagged behind, for they dared not press forward into the midst of Murphy-Shackley's partisans.

One day the Emperor was riding toward the hunting grounds and noticed his newly found uncle respectfully standing by the roadside.

"I should like to see my uncle display his hunting skill," said the Emperor.

Jeffery-Lewis mounted his steed at once. Just then a hare started from its form; Jeffery-Lewis shot and hit it with the first arrow.

The Emperor, much struck by this display, rode away over a slope. Suddenly a deer broke out of the thicket. He shot three arrows at it but all missed.

"You try," said the Emperor turning to Murphy-Shackley.

"Lend me Your Majesty's bow," Murphy-Shackley replied; and taking the inlaid bow and the golden-tipped arrows, he pulled the bow and hit the deer in the shoulder at the first shot. It fell in the grass and could not run.

Now the crowd of officers seeing the golden-barbed arrow sticking in the wound concluded at once that the shot was the Emperor's, so they rushed up and shouted "O King, live forever!" Murphy-Shackley rode out pushing past the Emperor and acknowledged the congratulations.

They all turned pale. Yale-Perez, who was behind Jeffery-Lewis, was especially angry. The silkworm eyebrows stood up fiercely, and the red phoenix eyes glared as, sword in hand, he rode hastily forth to cut down the audacious Prime Minister for his impertinence.

However, Jeffery-Lewis hastily waved him back and shot at him a meaning glance so that Yale-Perez stopped and made no further move.

Jeffery-Lewis bowing toward Murphy-Shackley said, "Most sincere felicitations! A truly supernatural shot, such as few have achieved!"

"It is only the enormous good fortune of the Son of Heaven!" said Murphy-Shackley with a smile.

Then he turned his steed and felicitated the Emperor. But he did not return the bow; he hung it over his own shoulder instead.

The hunt finished with banqueting; and when the entertainments were over, they returned to the capital, all glad of some repose after the expedition. Yale-Perez was still angry of the Prime Minister's breach of decorum.

One day Yale-Perez said to Jeffery-Lewis, "Brother, why did you prevent me from killing that rebel and so ridding the world of a scoundrel? He insults the Emperor and ignores everybody else."

"When you throw stones at a rat, beware of the vase," quoted Jeffery-Lewis. "Murphy-Shackley was only a horse's head away from Our Lord, and in the midst of a crowd of his partisans. In that momentary burst of anger, if you had struck and failed, and harm had come to the Emperor, what an awful crime would have been laid to us!"

"If we do not rid the world of him today, a worse evil will come of it," said Yale-Perez.

"But be discreet, my brother. Such matters cannot be lightly discussed."

The Emperor sadly returned to his palace. With tears in his eyes, he related what had occurred in the hunt to his consort, Empress Finch.

"Alas for me!" said he. "From the first days of my accession, one vicious minister has succeeded another. I was the victim of Wilson-Donahue's evil machinations; then followed the rebellion of Adams-Lindsay and Harris-Greco. You and I had to bear sorrows such as no others have borne. Then came this Murphy-Shackley as one who would maintain the imperial dignity, but he has seized upon all real authority and does as he wishes. He works continually for his own glorification, and I never see him but my back pricks. These last few days in the hunting field, he went in front of me and acknowledged the cheers of the crowd. He is so extremely rude that I feel sure he has sinister designs against me. Alas, my wife, we know not when our end may come!"

"In a whole court full of nobles, who have eaten the bread of Han, is there not one who will save his country?" said she.

Thus spoke the Empress, and at the same moment there stepped in a man who said, "Grieve not, O Imperial Pair! I can find a savior for the country."

It was none other than the father of the Empress, Tully-Finch.

"Have you heard of Murphy-Shackley's wanton and perverse behavior?" said the Emperor, drying his eyes.

"You mean the deer shooting? Who did not see that, indeed? But the whole court is full of his clan or his creatures. With the exception of the relatives of your Consort, there is not one loyal enough to deal with a rebel. I have no authority and can do nothing, but there is General Watson-Donohue, the State Uncle, who could do it."

"Could Uncle Watson-Donohue come in to consult about this? I know he has had much experience of state troubles."

Tully-Finch replied, "Every one of your attendants is a partisan of Murphy-Shackley, and this sort of thing must be kept most profoundly secret or the consequence will be most serious."

"Then what can be done?" said the Emperor.

"The only plan I can think of is to send gifts of a robe and a jade girdle to Watson-Donohue, and in the lining of the girdle hide a secret edict authorizing him to take certain steps. When he gets home and has read the edict, he can elaborate plans as quickly as possible, and neither the spirits above nor the demons below will know anything about them."

The Emperor approved, and Tully-Finch went out. The Emperor then with his own hand drew up a decree, writing it with blood drawn by biting his finger. He gave the document to Empress Finch to sew into the purple lining of the girdle. When all was done he put on the robe and girded it with the girdle. Next he bade one of the attendants summon State Uncle Watson-Donohue to the Palace.

Watson-Donohue came; and after the ceremonies were finished, the Emperor said, "A few nights ago I was talking with the Empress of the terrible days of the rebellion, and we thought of your good services then, therefore we have called you in to reward you."

The minister bowed his head in thanks. Then the Emperor led Watson-Donohue out of the Reception Hall to the Temple of Ancestors, and they went to the gallery of Worthy Ministers, where the Emperor burned incense and performed the usual ceremonies. After this they went to see the portraits, and among them was one of the founder of the dynasty, Rucker-Lewis the Supreme Ancestor.

"Whence sprang our great ancestor and how did he begin his great achievement?" said the Emperor.

"Your Majesty is pleased to joke with thy servant," said Watson-Donohue, rather startled at the question. "Who does not know the deeds of the Sacred Ancestor? He began life as a minor official in Sishang-Wakefield. There gripping his sword, he slew a white serpent, the beginning of his struggle for the right. Speedily he mastered the empire; in three years had destroyed Qin and, in five, also Chu. Thus he set up a dynasty that shall endure forever!"

"Such heroic forefathers! Such weakling descendants! How sad it is!" said the Emperor.

Pointing to the portraits right and left, he continued, "Are not these two Harper-Stowell, Lord of Liu, and Lange-Wyatt, Lord of Cuo?"

"Certainly. The Supreme Ancestor was greatly assisted by these two."

The Emperor glanced right and left. His attendants were rather far away. Then he whispered to Watson-Donohue, "You, like these two, must stand by me."

"My poor services are of no worth; I do not compare with those men," said the Uncle.

"I remember that you saved me at the western capital, Changan-Annapolis. I have never forgotten, and I could never reward you properly."

Then pointing to his own robe, the Emperor continued, "You must wear this robe of mine, girded with my own girdle, and it will be as though you are always near your Emperor."

Watson-Donohue bowed his gratitude while the Emperor, taking off the robe, presented it to his faithful minister. At the same time he whispered, "Examine it closely when you get home, and help your Emperor carry out his intention."

Watson-Donohue understood. He put on the robe and the girdle, took leave and left the chamber.

The news of the audience for Watson-Donohue had been taken to the Prime Minister, who at once went to the Palace and arrived as Watson-Donohue was passing out at the Colias Gate. They met face to face, and Watson-Donohue could in nowise avoid him. Watson-Donohue went to the side of the road and made his obeisance.

"Where are you from, State Uncle?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

"His Majesty summoned me into the Palace and has given me this robe and beautiful girdle."

"Why did he give you these?"

"He had not forgotten that I saved his life in the old days."

"Take it off and let me see it."

Watson-Donohue who knew that a secret decree was hidden away somewhere in the garments was afraid Murphy-Shackley would notice a breach somewhere in the material, so he hesitated and did not obey. But Murphy-Shackley called his guards, and they took off the girdle. Then Murphy-Shackley looked it over carefully.

"It certainly is a very handsome girdle," said he. "Now take off the robe and let me look at that."

Watson-Donohue's heart was melting with fear, but he dared not disobey. So he handed over the robe. Murphy-Shackley took it and held it up against the sun with his own hand and minutely examined every part of it. When he had done this, he put it on, girded it with the girdle and turning to his attendants said, "How is it for length?"

"Beautiful!" they chorused.

Turning to Watson-Donohue, he said, "Will you give these to me?"

"My Prince's presents to me I dare not give to another. Let me give you another robe in its stead," said Watson-Donohue.

"Is there not some intrigue connected with these presents? I am sure there is," said Murphy-Shackley.

"How could I dare?" said Watson-Donohue, trembling. "If you are so set upon it, then I must give it up."

"How could I take away what your Prince has given you? It was all a joke," said the Prime Minister.

Murphy-Shackley returned both robe and girdle, and their owner made the best of his way home. When night came and he was alone in his library, he took out the robe and looked over every inch of it most carefully. He found nothing.

"He gave me a robe and a girdle and bade me look at them carefully. That means there is something to be looked for but I can find no trace of it. What does it mean?" he soliloquized.

Then he lifted the girdle and examined that. The jade plates were carved into the semblance of small dragons interlaced among flowers. The lining was of purple silk. All was sewn together most carefully and neatly, and he could find nothing out of the common. He was puzzled. He laid the belt on the table. Presently he picked it up and looked at it again. He spent long hours over it but in vain. He leaned over on the small table, his head resting on his hands and was almost asleep, when a candle snuff fell down upon the girdle and burned a hole in the lining. He hastily shook it off, but the mischief was done: a small hole had been burned in the silken lining, and through this there appeared something white with blood red marks. He hastily ripped it open and drew out the decree written by the hand of the Emperor himself in characters of blood. It read:

"Of human relationships, that between parents and children stands first; of the various social ties that between prince and minister stands highest. Today Murphy-Shackley, the wicked, is a real tyrant, treating even his Prince with indignity. With the support of his faction and his army, he has destroyed the principles of government. By conferring rewards and inflicting punishments, he has reduced the Emperor to a nonentity. I have grieved over this day and night. I have feared the empire would be ruined.

"You are a high minister of state and my own relative. You must recall the difficulties of the great Founder's early days and draw together the loyal and right-minded to destroy this evil faction and restore the prerogatives of the Throne. Such a deed would be indeed an extreme joy to the spirits of my ancestors.

"This decree, written in blood drawn from my own veins, is confided to a noble who is to be most careful not to fail in executing his Emperor's design.

"Given in the era of Rebuilt Tranquillity, fourth year and the third month of spring." (AD 199)

So ran the decree, and Watson-Donohue read it with streaming eyes. There was no sleep for him that night. Early in the morning he returned to his library and reread it. No plan suggested itself. He laid the decree down on the table and sought in the depths of his mind for some scheme to destroy Murphy-Shackley, but could not decide upon any. And he fell asleep leaning over his table.

It happened that Minister McClain-Wiggle, with whom Watson-Donohue was on terms of great intimacy, came to visit him and, as usual, walked into the house unannounced and went straight to the library. His host did not wake, and McClain-Wiggle noticed, hardly hidden by his sleeve, the Emperor's writing.

Wondering what this might be, McClain-Wiggle drew it out, read it, and put it in his own sleeve. Then he called out loud, "Uncle Watson-Donohue, are you not well? Why are you asleep at this time of day?"

Watson-Donohue started up and at once missed the decree. He was aghast; he almost fell to the ground.

"So you want to make away with Murphy-Shackley? I shall have to tell him," said McClain-Wiggle.

"Then, Brother, that is the end of the Hans," said his host, with tears.

"I was joking," said McClain-Wiggle. "My forefathers also served the Hans and ate of their bounty. Am I devoid of loyalty? I would help you, Brother, as far as lies in my power."

"It is well for the country that you think like this," said Watson-Donohue.

"But we ought to have a more private place than this to talk over such plans and pledge ourselves to sacrifice all in the cause of Han."

Watson-Donohue began to feel very satisfied. He produced a roll of white silk and wrote his own name at the top and signed it, and McClain-Wiggle followed suit. Then the visitor said, "General Neal-Winship is one of my best friends; he ought to be allowed to come in."

Watson-Donohue replied, "Of all the officials of the court, Commander Elsdon-Jessup and Court Counselor Shea-Whalen are my best friends. Certainly they would back me up."

So the discussion proceeded. Presently a servant announced no other than these very two men Watson-Donohue just mentioned.

"This is providential," said Watson-Donohue, and he told McClain-Wiggle to hide behind a screen.

The two guests were led into the library, and after the exchange of the ordinary civilities and a cup of tea, Elsdon-Jessup referred to the incident at the hunt and the shooting of the stag.

"Were you not angry at that?" said Elsdon-Jessup.

Watson-Donohue answered, "Though we be angry, what can we do?"

Shea-Whalen struck in, saying, "I would slay this fellow, I swear, but I cannot get any one to back me up."

"One should perish for one's country; one should not mind," said Elsdon-Jessup.

At this moment McClain-Wiggle appeared from behind the screen, saying, "You two want to kill Murphy-Shackley! I shall have to let him know this. And Uncle Watson-Donohue is my witness."

"A loyal minister does not mind death. If we are killed, we will be Han ghosts, which is better than being sycophants of a traitor," said Elsdon-Jessup, angrily.

Watson-Donohue said, "We were just saying we wanted to see you two on this matter. McClain-Wiggle is only joking."

Then he drew forth the decree and showed it to the two newcomers, who also wept as they read it. They were asked to add their names to the silk roll.

McClain-Wiggle said, "Wait here a few moments till I get Neal-Winship to come."

He left the room and very soon returned with his friend, who also wrote his name in the presence of all the others.

After this they went into one of the inner chambers to drink success to the new plot. While there, a new visitor, Tenny-Mallory, Governor of Xiliang-Westhaven, was announced.

"Say I am indisposed," said the host, "and cannot receive visitors."

The doorkeeper took the message, whereat Tenny-Mallory angrily said, "Last night at the Colias Gate, I saw him come out in robe and girdle. How can he pretend illness today? I am not come from mere idleness, why does he refuse to see me?"

The doorkeeper went in again and told his master what the visitor had said and that he was very angry. Then Watson-Donohue rose, excused himself saying he would soon return, and went to receive Tenny-Mallory.

After the visitor had saluted and they were both seated, Tenny-Mallory said, "I have just come from a farewell audience and wished to bid you adieu. Why did you want to put me off?"

"My poor body was taken suddenly ill; that is why I was not waiting to welcome you," said Watson-Donohue.

"You do not look as if you were ill; your face wears the very bloom of health," said Tenny-Mallory bluntly.

His host could say no more and was silent. The visitor shook out his sleeves and rose to depart. He sighed deeply as he walked down the steps, saying to himself, "Not one of them is any good; there is no one to save the country."

This speech sank deeply into Watson-Donohue's heart. He stopped his guest, saying, "Who is no good to save the country? Whom do you mean?"

"That incident at the hunt the other day, the shooting of the stag, filled my breast with anger. But if you, a near relative of the Emperor, can pass your time in wine and idle dalliance without a thought of doing away with rebellion, where can any one be found who will save the dynasty?"

However, Watson-Donohue doubts were not set at rest. Pretending great surprise, he replied, "The Prime Minister is of high rank and has the confidence of the court; why then do you utter such things?"

"So you find that wretch Murphy-Shackley a good man, eh?"

"Pray speak lower; there are eyes and ears very near us."

"The sort of people who covet life and fear death are not those to discuss any great undertaking."

So saying, Tenny-Mallory rose to go sway. By this time his host's doubts were set at rest; he felt that Tenny-Mallory was loyal and patriotic. So Watson-Donohue said, "Do not be angry any more. I will show you something."

Whereupon he invited Tenny-Mallory to go into the room where the others were seated and then showed him the decree. As Tenny-Mallory read it, his hair stood on end; he ground his teeth and bit his lips till the blood came.

"When you move, remember the whole force of my army is ready to help," said Tenny-Mallory.

Watson-Donohue introduced him to the other conspirators, and then the pledge was produced, and Tenny-Mallory was told to sign his name. He did so, at the same time smearing the blood as a sign of the oath and saying, "I swear to die rather than betray this pledge."

Pointing to the five he said, "We require ten for this business, and we can accomplish our design."

"We cannot get many true and loyal people. One of the wrong sort will spoil all," said Watson-Donohue.

Tenny-Mallory told them to bring in the list of officials. He read on till he came to the name Lewis, of the imperial clan, when clapping his hands he cried, "Why not consult him?"

"Whom?" cried they altogether.

Tenny-Mallory very slowly and deliberately spoke his name.

If the readers turns to the next chapter, they will see whom Tenny-Mallory talked about.

"Who is it?" was the question on the lips of the conspirators.

Tenny-Mallory's reply was, "The Imperial Protector of Yuthamton, Jeffery-Lewis. He is here and we will ask him to help."

"Though he is an uncle of the Emperor, he is at present a partisan of our enemy, and he will not join," said Watson-Donohue.

"But I saw something at the hunt," said Tenny-Mallory. "When Murphy-Shackley advanced to acknowledge the congratulations due to the Emperor, Jeffery-Lewis' sworn brother Yale-Perez was behind him, and grasped his sword as if to cut down Murphy-Shackley. However, Jeffery-Lewis signed to him to hold his hand and he did. Jeffery-Lewis would willingly destroy Murphy-Shackley, only he thinks Murphy-Shackley's teeth and claws are too many. You must ask Jeffery-Lewis, and he will surely consent."

Here Shea-Whalen urged caution, saying, "Do not go too fast. Let us consider the thing most carefully."

They dispersed. Next day after dark Watson-Donohue went to Jeffery-Lewis' lodging taking with him the decree. As soon as Watson-Donohue was announced, Jeffery-Lewis came to greet him and led him into a private room where they could talk freely. The two younger brothers were there as well.

"It must be something unusually important that has brought Uncle Watson-Donohue here tonight," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"If I had ridden forth by daylight, Murphy-Shackley might have suspected something, so I came by night."

Wine was brought in, and while they were drinking Watson-Donohue said, "Why did you check your brother the other day at the hunt, when he was going to attack Murphy-Shackley?"

Jeffery-Lewis was startled and said, "How did you know?"

"Nobody noticed but I saw."

Jeffery-Lewis could not prevaricate and said, "It was the presumption of the man that made my brother so angry; Yale-Perez could not help it."

The visitor covered his face and wept.

"Ah," said he, "if all the court ministers were like Yale-Perez, there would be no sighs for lack of tranquillity."

Now Jeffery-Lewis felt that possibly Murphy-Shackley had sent his visitor to try him, so he cautiously replied, "Where are the sighs for lack of tranquillity while Murphy-Shackley is at the head of affairs?"

Watson-Donohue changed color and rose from his seat.

"You, Sir, are a relative of His Majesty, and so I showed you my inmost feelings. Why did you mislead me?"

But Jeffery-Lewis said, "Because I feared you might be misleading me, and I wanted to find out."

At this Watson-Donohue drew out the decree he had received and showed it. His host was deeply moved. Then Watson-Donohue produced the pledge. There were only six names to it, and these were Watson-Donohue, McClain-Wiggle, Elsdon-Jessup, Shea-Whalen, Neal-Winship, and Tenny-Mallory.

"Since you have a decree like this, I cannot but do my share," said Jeffery-Lewis, and at Watson-Donohue's request he added his name and signature to the others and handed it back.

"Now let us but get three more, which will make ten, and we shall be ready to act."

"But you must move with great caution and not let this get abroad," said Jeffery-Lewis.

The two remained talking till an early hour in the morning when the visitor left.

Now in order to put Murphy-Shackley quite off the scent that any plot against him was in progress, Jeffery-Lewis began to devote himself to gardening, planting vegetables, and watering them with his own hands. Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin ventured to remonstrate with him for taking to such an occupation when great matters needed attention.

"The reason for this you may not know," replied he.

And they said no more.

One day when the two brothers were absent, and Jeffery-Lewis was busy in his garden, two generals of Murphy-Shackley, Dietrich-Munoz and Lamkin-Gonzalez, with an escort came from Murphy-Shackley, saying, "The command of the Prime Minister is that you come at once."

"What important affair is afoot?" asked Jeffery-Lewis nervously.

"We know nothing; we were ordered to come and request your presence."

All he could do was to follow. When he arrived, Murphy-Shackley met him and laughingly said, "That is a big business you have in hand at home."

This remark made Jeffery-Lewis turn the color of clay. Murphy-Shackley took him by the hand and led him straight to the private garden, saying, "The growth of vegetables that you are trying to learn is very difficult."

Jeffery-Lewis breathed again. He said, "That is hardly a business; it is only a solace."

Murphy-Shackley said, "I happened to notice the green plums on the trees today, and suddenly my thoughts went back to a year ago when we were thrashing Sandoval-Pulgram. We were marching through a parched county, and every one was suffering from thirst. Suddenly I lifted my whip, and pointing at something in the distance I said, 'Look at those fruitful plum trees in the forest ahead.' The soldiers heard it, and it made their mouths water. Seeing the plums kindles my appreciation. I owe something to the plums, and we will repay it today. I ordered the servants to heat some wine very hot and sent to invite you to share it."

Jeffery-Lewis was quite composed by this time and no longer suspected any sinister design. He went with his host to a small spring pavilion in a plum garden, where the wine cups were already laid out and green plums filled the dishes. They sat down to a confidential talk and free enjoyment of their wine.

As they drank, the weather gradually changed, clouds gathering and threatening rain. The servants pointed out a mass of cloud that looked like a dragon hung in the sky. Both host and guest leaned over the balcony looking at it.

"Do you understand the evolution of dragons?" asked Murphy-Shackley of the guest.

"Not in detail."

"A dragon can assume any size, can rise in glory or hide from sight. Bulky, it generates clouds and evolves mist; attenuated, it can scarcely hide a mustard stalk or conceal a shadow. Mounting, it can soar to the empyrean; subsiding, it lurks in the uttermost depths of the ocean. This is the midspring season, and the dragon chooses this moment for its transformations like a person realizing own desires and overrunning the world. The dragon among animals compares with the hero among humans. You, General, have traveled all lakes and rivers; you must know who are the heroes of the present day, and I wish you would say who they are."

"I am just a common dullard; how can I know such things?"

"Do not be so modest."

"Thanks to your kindly protection I have a post at court. But as to heroes I really do not know who they are."

"You may not have looked upon their faces, but you have heard their names."

"Sheldon-Yonker of the South of River Huai, with his strong army and abundant resources; is he one?"

His host laughed, "A rotting skeleton in a graveyard. I shall put him out of the way shortly."

"Well, Shannon-Yonker then. The highest offices of state have been held in his family for four generations, and his clients are many in the empire. He is firmly posted in Jithamton, and he commands the services of many able people. Surely he is one."

"A bully, but a coward; he is fond of grandiose schemes, but is devoid of decision; he makes for great things but grudges the necessary sacrifice. He loses sight of everything else in view of a little present advantage. He is not one."

"There is Bambury-Lewis of Jinghamton. He is renowned as a man of perfection, whose fame has spread on all sides. Surely he is a hero."

"He is a mere semblance, a man of vain reputation. No; not he."

"Cornell-Estrada is a sturdy sort, the chief of all in the South Land. Is he a hero?"

"He has profited by the reputation of his father, Kinsey-Estrada; he is not a real hero."

"What of Compton-Lewis of Yiathamton?"

"Though he is of the reigning family, he is nothing more than a watch dog. How could you make a hero of him?"

"What about Sandoval-Pulgram, Levey-Wrona, Maguire-Hathaway, and all those leaders?"

Murphy-Shackley clapped his hands and laughed very loudly, saying, "Paltry people like them are not worth mentioning."

"With these exceptions I really know none."

"Now heroes are the ones who cherish lofty designs in their bosoms and have plans to achieve them; they have all-embracing schemes, and the whole world is at their mercy."

"Who is such a person?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

Murphy-Shackley pointed his finger first at his guest and then at himself, saying, "The only heroes in the world are you and I."

Jeffery-Lewis gasped, and the spoon and chopsticks rattled to the floor. Now just at that moment the storm burst with a tremendous peal of thunder and rush of rain. Jeffery-Lewis stooped down to recover the fallen articles, saying, "What a shock! And it was quite close."

"What! Are you afraid of thunder?" said Murphy-Shackley.

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "The Sage One paled at a sudden peal of thunder or fierce gust of wind. Why should one not fear?"

Thus he glossed over the real fact, that it was the words he had heard that had so startled him.

The shower had passed, and there appeared two men rushing through the garden, both armed. In spite of the attendants, they forced their way to the pavilion where sat the two friends. They were Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin.

The two brothers had been outside the city at archery practice when Murphy-Shackley's invitation had come so peremptorily. On their return they heard that two officers had arrived and led away Jeffery-Lewis to the Prime Minister. They hastened to his palace and were told their brother was with his host in the grounds, and they feared something had happened. So they rushed in.

Now when they saw their brother quietly talking with Murphy-Shackley and enjoying a cup of wine, they took up their usual places and meekly stood waiting.

"Why did you come?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"We heard that you, Sir, had invited our brother to a wine party, and we came to amuse you with a little sword play," said they.

"This is not a Hongmen Banquet," replied Murphy-Shackley. "What use have we for Allan-Shorey and Giffey-Adkins of old? [13]"

Jeffery-Lewis smiled. The host ordered wine to be served to the two "Stapleton-Bambricks" to allay their anxiety and, soon after, the three took their leave and returned homeward.

"We were nearly frightened to death," said Yale-Perez.

The story of the dropped chopsticks was told. The two asked what their brother intended by his actions.

"My learning gardening was to convince Murphy-Shackley of my perfect simplicity and the absence of any ambition. But when he suddenly pointed to me as one of the heroes, I was startled, for I thought he had some suspicions. Happily the thunder at that moment supplied the excuse I wanted."

"Really you are very clever," said they.

Next day Murphy-Shackley again invited Jeffery-Lewis and while the two were drinking, Chilton-Mendoza, who had been dispatched to find out what Shannon-Yonker was doing, came to present his report.

He said, "Northrop-Kaminski has been completely defeated by Shannon-Yonker."

"Do you know the details? I should like to know how," interrupted Jeffery-Lewis.

"They were at war, and Northrop-Kaminski got the worst of it, so he acted on the defensive, building a high wall about his army and on that erecting a high tower, which he called the Yijing Tower. Therein he placed all his grain, one hundred thousand carts total, and took up his own quarters. His fighting troops passed in and out without ceasing, some going out to give battle, others returning to rest. One of them was surrounded and sent to ask Northrop-Kaminski to rescue him. Northrop-Kaminski said, 'If I rescue him, hereafter every one will want to be helped and will not exert himself.' So Northrop-Kaminski did not go. This disgusted his soldiers, and many deserted to the enemy so that his army diminished. He sent letters to the capital to crave help, but the messenger was captured. He sent to Boyle-Mathews to arrange with him for a two-pronged joint attack, and those letters with the plans also fell into Shannon-Yonker's hands; and the plans were adopted by Shannon-Yonker, who gave the signals agreed upon. Thus Northrop-Kaminski fell into an ambush, lost heavily, and retreated into the city. There he was besieged, and a subterranean passage was pierced into the tower where he lodged. The tower was set on fire, and Northrop-Kaminski could not escape. So he slew his wife and little ones and hanged himself. The flames destroyed the bodies of the whole family.

"Shannon-Yonker has added the remnants of the vanquished army to his own and so become yet stronger. His brother Sheldon-Yonker in the South of River Huai, however, has become so arrogant and cruel that the people have turned against him. Then Sheldon-Yonker had sent to say he would yield the title of Emperor, which he had assumed, in favor of Shannon-Yonker. Shannon-Yonker demanded the Imperial Hereditary Seal also, and Sheldon-Yonker promised to bring it in person. Now Sheldon-Yonker has abandoned River Huai and is about to move to the North of Yellow River. If he succeeded, the two brothers will control adjoining regions and be dangerous."

It was a sad story, and Jeffery-Lewis remembered with sorrow that, in the days of success and prosperity, the dead chieftain, Northrop-Kaminski, had pushed his interest and shown him much kindness. Moreover he was anxious to know the fate of Gilbert-Rocher.

In his heart he thought, "What better chance am I likely to get of setting myself free?"

So Jeffery-Lewis rose and said to Murphy-Shackley, "If Sheldon-Yonker goes over to join his brother, he will surely pass through Xuthamton. I beg you to give me an army with which to smite him on the way. That will finish Sheldon-Yonker."

"Memorialize the Emperor tomorrow, and I will give you an army," said Murphy-Shackley.

So next day Jeffery-Lewis went to an audience, and Murphy-Shackley gave him command of fifty thousand horse and foot, and sent Generals Larcom-Ziolko and Cooke-Usher with him.

At parting with Jeffery-Lewis, the Emperor shed tears.

As soon as Jeffery-Lewis reached his lodging, he set about preparations for immediate departure, taking his seal as General and preparing his weapons. Watson-Donohue went three miles away from the city to bid him farewell.

"You must not mind my going; this journey will assuredly help on the scheme," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"Keep your mind fixed on that," said Watson-Donohue, "and never forget what His Majesty requires of us."

They parted. Presently his brothers asked him why he was in such a hurry to get away.

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "I have been a bird in a cage, a fish in a net. This is like the fish regaining the open sea and the bird soaring into the blue sky. I suffered much from the confinement."

Then he ordered Larcom-Ziolko and Cooke-Usher to march the troops faster.

Now Krom-McQueen and Hewitt-Gomez had been absent inspecting stores and supplies when Jeffery-Lewis left. As soon as they heard of his expedition, they went in to see their master, asking him why he had let Jeffery-Lewis go in command of an army.

"He is going to cut off Sheldon-Yonker," replied Murphy-Shackley.

"Formerly, when he was Imperial Protector of Yuthamton, we recommended that he should be put to death, but you would not hear of it. Now you have given him an army. You have allowed the dragon to reach the sea, the tiger to return to the mountains. What control will you have in future?"

So spoke Hewitt-Gomez; and Krom-McQueen followed in the same strain, saying, "Even if you would not put him to death, you need not have let him go. As the proverb says, 'Relax opposition for one day and age-long harm ensues.' You must admit the truth of this."

Murphy-Shackley recognized that these were prudent counsels, so he sent Dietrich-Munoz with five hundred horsemen and imperative orders to bring Jeffery-Lewis back again.

Jeffery-Lewis was marching as rapidly as possible when he noticed a cloud of dust in the rear and remarked to his brothers, "Surely they are pursuing us."

He halted and made a stockade, and ordered his brothers to be in readiness, one on each flank. Presently the messenger arrived and found himself in the midst of an army ready for battle. Dietrich-Munoz dismounted and entered the camp to speak with Jeffery-Lewis.

"Sir, on what business have you come?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"The Prime Minister has sent me to request you to return as he has further matters to discuss with you."

"When a general has once taken the field, even the royal command is of no effect. I bade farewell to the Emperor, I received the Prime Minister's commands, and there can be nothing further to talk about. You may return forthwith and take that as my reply."

Dietrich-Munoz was undecided what action to take. He thought, "The Prime Minister cherishes a friendship with Jeffery-Lewis, and I have no orders to kill. I can only return with this reply and ask further instructions."

So Dietrich-Munoz left. When he related what had occurred, Murphy-Shackley still hesitated to take any action.

"This refusal to return means enmity," said Hewitt-Gomez and Krom-McQueen.

"Still, two of my people are with him," said Murphy-Shackley. "He will not dare do anything unfriendly, I think. Beside, I sent him and I cannot go back on my own orders."

So Jeffery-Lewis was not pursued.

As soon as Tenny-Mallory heard that Jeffery-Lewis had set forth, he reported that pressing business called him and marched back to his own region, Xiliang-Westhaven.

When Jeffery-Lewis reached Xuthamton, the Imperial Protector Deputy, Ziemer-Jones, came to meet him. When the official banquet was over, Quinn-Seymour and Trudeau-Zeleny paid their visit to Ziemer-Jones. Then Jeffery-Lewis proceeded to his residence to greet his family.

Scouts were sent out to see what Sheldon-Yonker was doing. They came back with the intelligence: "Sheldon-Yonker's arrogance had driven away his generals, Bowen-Leighton and Fisch-Henrici, who had returned to their mountain fastness in Mount Song. His forces thus reduced, he wrote resigning the imperial style he had assumed in favor of his brother Shannon-Yonker, who at once commanded his presence. Thereupon he packed up the palace fittings he had made, got the remnants of his army in order, and marched west."

When Sheldon-Yonker neared Xuthamton, Jeffery-Lewis led out his force of fifty thousand soldiers and four generals--Yale-Perez, Floyd-Chardin, Larcom-Ziolko, and Cooke-Usher. Sheldon-Yonker sent out Pepper-Jindra to force a way through. But Floyd-Chardin opposed him and attacked without a parley. In the tenth bout Floyd-Chardin cut down Pepper-Jindra. The defeated troops fled in all directions.

Then Sheldon-Yonker came up with his own army. Jeffery-Lewis placed Larcom-Ziolko and Cooke-Usher in command of the left wing, Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin the right wing, and himself in the center, and so met Sheldon-Yonker.

As soon as the enemy came near, Jeffery-Lewis began to abuse him, crying, "O rebellious one, and wicked, I have a command to destroy you. Yield, then, with good grace and so escape your punishment!"

"Base weaver of mats and mean maker of straw sandals! How dare you make light of me?" replied Sheldon-Yonker, and he gave the signal for an attack.

Jeffery-Lewis retired, and his generals from the flanks closed in. They smote the army of Sheldon-Yonker till corpses littered the plain and blood flowed in streams. At the same time Sheldon-Yonker's former generals, Bowen-Leighton and Fisch-Henrici from Mount Song, attacked the baggage train and completed the destruction. Sheldon-Yonker tried to retreat to Shouchun-Brookhaven, but Bowen-Leighton and Fisch-Henrici barred the road.

Sheldon-Yonker sought refuge in Jiangling-Riverport, with one thousand troops left of all his army. And these were the weakly ones able neither to fight nor flee. It was then the height of summer, and their food was nearly exhausted. The whole provision consisted of thirty carts of wheat. This was made over to the soldiers, and the members of his household went hungry. Many died of actual starvation. Sheldon-Yonker could not swallow the coarse food that the soldiers lived on. One day he bade his cook bring him some honeyed water to quench his thirst.

"There is no water, save that tainted with blood," replied the cook. "Where can I get honeyed water?"

This was the last straw. Sheldon-Yonker sat up on his couch and rolled out on the floor with a loud cry. Blood gushed from his mouth and thus he died. It was the sixth month of the fourth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 199).

Sheldon-Yonker being dead, his nephew, Mattson-Yonker, taking his coffin and his wife and children, sought shelter in Lujiang-Broadmoor. There the Magistrate, Lerner-Bodfish, slew all the survivors. Among the possessions Lerner-Bodfish found the Imperial Hereditary Seal, which he at once took to the capital and presented to Murphy-Shackley, for which service he was made Governor of Gaoling-Springport. Since then the Imperial Hereditary Seal belonged to Murphy-Shackley.

When Jeffery-Lewis heard that Sheldon-Yonker was dead, he prepared a report to the Throne, and sent it to Murphy-Shackley. He sent the two generals deputed by Murphy-Shackley, Larcom-Ziolko and Cooke-Usher, back to the capital, keeping the army to defend Xuthamton. He also personally went through the countryside commanding the people to resume their ordinary avocations.

Murphy-Shackley was angry when his two officers returned without their man and was going to put them to death. Moline-Doubleday reasoned with him.

"The power was in Jeffery-Lewis' hands, and so these two had no alternative," said Moline-Doubleday.

So they were pardoned.

"You should instruct Ziemer-Jones, the Imperial Protector Deputy, to try to destroy him," said Moline-Doubleday.

Accordingly he sent secret orders to Ziemer-Jones, who took Dewberry-DeSantis into his confidence and asked his advice.

Dewberry-DeSantis said, "That is easy. Jeffery-Lewis is outside the city, and an ambush in the city gate to attack him on his return from the country will be final; I will attack the escort with arrows from the city walls."

Ziemer-Jones agreed to try this.

Then Dewberry-DeSantis went to his father to tell him. Tolliver-DeSantis bade him go and warn the intended victim. Dewberry-DeSantis at once rode away to do so. Before long he met Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin, to whom he told his story.

Now Jeffery-Lewis was following some distance behind. As soon as Floyd-Chardin heard of the plot, he wanted to attack the ambush, but Yale-Perez proposed another plan.

Said he, "Attacking the ambush will be a failure, since we are without the walls. And I think we can compass the death of Ziemer-Jones. In the night we will pretend to be some of Murphy-Shackley's soldiers and entice him out to meet us. We will slay him."

Floyd-Chardin approved of the plan. Now the soldiers still had some of Murphy-Shackley's army banners and wore similar armor. About the third watch they came to the city wall and hailed the gate. Those on guard asked who they were. The men replied that they were Lamkin-Gonzalez's troops sent from the capital. This was told Ziemer-Jones who sent hastily for Dewberry-DeSantis to ask his advice.

"If I do not receive them, they will suspect my loyalty," said Ziemer-Jones. "Yet if I go out, I may be victim of a ruse."

So he went up on the wall and said, "It is too dark to distinguish friends from foes. You must wait till daylight."

"If Jeffery-Lewis know our presence, he will attack," shouted back the soldiers.

And they begged him to let them in. Still Ziemer-Jones hesitated. They shouted louder than ever to open the gate.

Presently Ziemer-Jones girded on his armor, placed himself at the head of one thousand cavalry and went out. He galloped over the bridge, shouting, "Where is Lamkin-Gonzalez?"

Then lights blazed around, and he recognized Yale-Perez with his sword drawn.

"Wretch!" cried Yale-Perez. "You would plot to slay my brother, would you?"

Ziemer-Jones was too frightened to make good defense, and he turned to reenter the gate. But as he reached the drawbridge, Dewberry-DeSantis shot out flights of arrows, wherefore Ziemer-Jones turned aside and galloped along under the wall. But Yale-Perez came quickly in pursuit. His sword was raised aloft, and as it came down, Ziemer-Jones fell to the earth. Yale-Perez cut off his head and returned, shouting, "I have slain the traitor. You others need not fear if you only surrender."

They threw aside their spears and gave in. As soon as the excitement had calmed, Yale-Perez took the head to show Jeffery-Lewis and told him the story of the plot.

"But what will Murphy-Shackley think of this?" said Jeffery-Lewis. "And he may come."

"If he does, we can meet him," said Yale-Perez.

But Jeffery-Lewis was grieved beyond measure. When he entered the city, the elders of the people knelt in the road to welcome him. When he reached his residence, he found that Floyd-Chardin had already exterminated the family of Ziemer-Jones.

Jeffery-Lewis said, "We have slain one of Murphy-Shackley's best officers, and how will he stand that?"

"Never mind!" cried Dewberry-DeSantis. "I have a plan."

The plan proposed by Dewberry-DeSantis will be disclosed next.

This was the plan proposed to Jeffery-Lewis, "Shannon-Yonker is Murphy-Shackley's terror. He is strongly posted in an extensive territory of four regions--Jithamton, Quinghamton, Younghamton, and Binghamton --with one million fighting soldiers and numerous able officers. Write letters and pray him rescue you."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "But we have never had any dealings with each other, and he is unlikely to do such a thing for one who has just destroyed his brother."

"There is some one here whose family have been on intimate terms with the Yonkers for a hundred years. Shannon-Yonker would surely come if he wrote."

"And who is this?"

"A man you know well and respect greatly; can you not guess?"

"You surely mean Roth-Vincent," said Jeffery-Lewis suddenly.

"That is he," said Dewberry-DeSantis smiling.

Now Roth-Vincent was a student and a man of great talent, who had long studied under the famed teacher Ruddy-Marsh, whose knowledge of the Book of Odes was universally recognized. Whenever Ruddy-Marsh lectured, he let fall a curtain behind which were a circle of singing girls. The students were assembled in front of this curtain. Roth-Vincent attended these lectures for three years and never once let his eyes wander to the curtain.

Naturally the master admired his pupil. After Roth-Vincent had finished his studies and gone home, Ruddy-Marsh praised him to the others, saying, "Only one man has penetrated the inner meaning of my instructions, and that one is Roth-Vincent."

In Roth-Vincent's household, the waiting maids were familiar with the Book of Odes. Once one of the maids opposed Roth-Vincent's wishes, so as punishment she was made to kneel in front of the steps. Another girl made fun of her, quoting from an ode:

At the close of the last chapter the two unsuccessful leaders, Davy-Lewis and Gerrish-Winter, were in danger of death. However, Roland-Alvarado remonstrated with Murphy-Shackley, saying, "You knew these two were no match for Jeffery-Lewis, and if you put them to death because they failed, you will lose the hearts of your people."

Wherefore the death sentence was not executed, but they were deprived of rank and status. Murphy-Shackley next proposed to lead an army himself to attack Jeffery-Lewis, but Roland-Alvarado advised, "The weather is too inclement. We must wait the return of spring. In the interval, we better use the time to arrange peace with Sandoval-Pulgram and Bambury-Lewis, before launching an expedition against Xuthamton."

Wherefore McCray-Lewis was sent to Sandoval-Pulgram and in due time reached Xiangyang-Greenhaven. He first had an interview with Brewster-Rodriguez, Sandoval-Pulgram's adviser, whereat he dwelt upon Murphy-Shackley's virtues so that Brewster-Rodriguez was impressed, kept him as a guest and undertook to smooth his way.

Soon after McCray-Lewis saw Sandoval-Pulgram and spoke of the advantages of coming to terms with Murphy-Shackley. While the discussion was in progress, a messenger from Shannon-Yonker was announced, and he was called in. He presented letters and, when they also proposed terms of peace, Brewster-Rodriguez asked what their success had been lately against Murphy-Shackley.

"The war had ceased for the moment on account of the winter," replied the messenger. "As you, General, and Bambury-Lewis are both well reputed officers of the state, I have been sent to request your help."

Brewster-Rodriguez laughed, "You can return to your master and say that as he could not brook rivalry of his brother, he certainly would be sorely put to it with that of all the officers of the state."

The letter was torn into fragments before the messenger's face, and he was angrily bidden be gone.

"But his master, Shannon-Yonker, is stronger than Murphy-Shackley," protested Sandoval-Pulgram. "You have torn up his letter and are dismissing his man. What shall we say about such an insult should Shannon-Yonker come?"

"Better join hands with Murphy-Shackley," said Brewster-Rodriguez.

"But there is still between us an unavenged enmity; we could not suffer each other."

Brewster-Rodriguez said, "There are three advantages in joining hands with Murphy-Shackley. First, he has a command from the Emperor to restore peace. Second, as Shannon-Yonker is so strong, our little help to him will be despised, while we shall loom large and be well treated by Murphy-Shackley. Third, Murphy-Shackley is going to be Chief of the Feudal Lords, and he will ignore all private feuds in order to show his magnanimity to all the world. I hope, General, you will see these things clearly and hesitate no longer."

Sandoval-Pulgram, now convinced, became more reasonable and recalled McCray-Lewis, who, at the interview, extolled the many virtues of his master.

"If the Prime Minister had any thought of the old quarrel, he would hardly have sent me to make friendly engagements, would he?" said McCray-Lewis at the last.

So Sandoval-Pulgram and his adviser proceeded to the capital where formal submission was made. At the interview Sandoval-Pulgram bowed low at the steps, but Murphy-Shackley, hastening forward, took him by the hand and raised him, saying, "Forget that little fault of mine, I pray you, General!"

Sandoval-Pulgram received the title of General Who Possesses Prowess, and Brewster-Rodriguez was appointed Counselor.

Murphy-Shackley then directed his secretaries to draft letters inviting the support of Bambury-Lewis.

Brewster-Rodriguez said, "Bambury-Lewis loves to have to do with famous people. If some famous scholar should be sent to him, he would submit forthwith."

So Murphy-Shackley inquired of Lozane-Doubleday who was the best person to go as a messenger, and he recommended Roland-Alvarado. Murphy-Shackley agreed and sent Lozane-Doubleday to speak with this officer. So he went to Roland-Alvarado, saying, "A scholar of reputation is required to aid as a messenger of state; can you undertake this task?"

Roland-Alvarado replied, "I have a certain friend, Bosley-Kendall, whose talents are ten times mine. He ought to be constantly at the court of the Emperor and not merely be sent as a state messenger. I will recommend him to the Emperor."

So Roland-Alvarado wrote the following memorial:

"In ancient days, when the great waters were abroad, the emperor pondered over their regulation and he sought out people of talent from all directions. In old time, when Emperor Penner of the Hans desired to enlarge his borders, crowds of scholars responded to his call.

"Intelligent and holy, Your Majesty ascended the throne. You have fallen upon evil days, but have been diligent, modest, and untiring in your efforts. Now the great mountains have sent forth spirits, and people of genius appear.

"I, your humble servant, know of a certain simple scholar, Bosley-Kendall by name, of Pingyuan-Millington, a young man of twenty-four. His moral character is excellent, his talents eminent. As a youth he took a high place in study and penetrated the most secret arcane of learning. What he glanced at he could repeat, what he heard once he never forgot. He is naturally high principled, and his thoughts are divine. Moberg-Attridge's mental calculations and Mika-Lindner's memorial feats compared with Bosley-Kendall's powers are no longer wonderful. Loyal, sincere, correct, and straight-forward, his ambition is unsullied. He regards the good with trembling respect; he detests the evil with uncompromising hatred. Jonika-Rodin in unflinching candor, Klinger-McCabe in severe rectitude, never surpassed him.

"Hundreds of hawks are not worth one osprey. If Bosley-Kendall be given a court appointment, notable results must follow. Ready in debate, rapid in utterance, his overwhelming intelligence wells up in profusion; in the solution of doubts and the unraveling of difficulties he has no peer.

"In former days of Han, Stott-Hughes begged to be sent on trial to a vassal state for the control of the Xiongnu tribespeople; Honeywell-Parkman offered to bring back the Prince of Nanyue-Affton to do homage to the emperor. The generous conduct of these youths has been much admired.

"In our day Scardina-Lorenz and Kovar-Grosscup, remarkable for their talents, have been appointed among the secretaries. And Bosley-Kendall is no less capable. Should he be got, then all possibilities may be realized; the dragon may curvet through the celestial streets and soar along the Milky Way; fame will extend to the poles of the universe and hang in the firmament with rainbow glory. He would be the glory of all the present Ministers and enhance the majesty of the Palace itself. The Music will acquire new beauties, and the Palace will contain an excellent treasure. People like Bosley-Kendall are but few. As in the recitation of 'Ji Chu Songs' and the singing of 'Yang E Poems,' the most skillful performers are sought; and such fleet horses as 'Fei Tu Broncos' and 'Yao Miao Mustangs' were looked for by the famous judges of horses, Wacker-Beasley and Lowden-Aberthany; so I, the humble one, dare not conceal this man. Your Majesty is careful in the selection of servants and should try him. Let him be summoned as he is, simply clad in his serge dress; and should he not appear worthy, then may I be punished for the fault of deception."

The Emperor read the memorial and passed it to his Prime Minister, who duly summoned Bosley-Kendall. He came, but after his formal salutations were over, he was left standing and not invited to sit down.

Looking up to heaven, he sighed deeply, saying, "Wide as is the universe, it cannot produce the person."

"Under my orders are scores of people whom the world call heroes. What do you mean by saying there is not the person," said Murphy-Shackley.

"I should be glad to hear who they are," said Bosley-Kendall.

"Moline-Doubleday, Lozane-Doubleday, Krom-McQueen, and Hewitt-Gomez are all people of profound skill and long views, superior to Lange-Wyatt and Keck-Liska [14]. Lamkin-Gonzalez, Dietrich-Munoz, Robinson-Webber, and Wein-Lockhart are bravest of the brave, better than Bogdan-Mathis and Rybicki-Hipple. Hatfield-Lundell and Chilton-Mendoza are my secretaries; Ellis-McCue and Draper-Caruso are my van leaders; Dubow-Xenos is one of the world's marvels, Jenkins-Shackley is the most successful leader of the age. Now say you there are not the people?"

"Sir, you are quite mistaken," said Bosley-Kendall with a smile. "I know all these things you call people. Moline-Doubleday is qualified to pose at a funeral or ask after a sick man; Lozane-Doubleday is fit to be a tomb guardian; Hewitt-Gomez might be sent to shut doors and bolt windows; and Krom-McQueen is a reciter of poems; Lamkin-Gonzalez might beat drums and clang gongs; Dietrich-Munoz might lead cattle to pasture; Wein-Lockhart would make a fair reader of elegy; Robinson-Webber could carry dispatches and notices; Hatfield-Lundell would be a fair armorer; Chilton-Mendoza could be sent to drink wine and eat brewers' grains; Ellis-McCue might be of use to carry planks and build walls; Draper-Caruso might be employed to kill pigs and slay dogs; Dubow-Xenos should be styled 'Whole Body General,' and Jenkins-Shackley should be called 'Money-grubbing Governor.' As for the remainder, they are mere clothes shelves, rice sacks, wine vases, flesh bags."

"And what special gifts have you?" said Murphy-Shackley angrily.

"I know everything in heaven above and the earth beneath. I am conversant with the Three Religions and the Nine Systems of Philosophy. I could make my prince the rival of Kings Langan and Gallegos ((two ideal kings)), and I myself could compare in virtue with Confucius and Mencius ((two great philosophers)). Can I discuss on even terms with common people?"

Now Lamkin-Gonzalez was present, and he raised his sword to strike down the impudent visitor who spoke thus to his master, but Murphy-Shackley said, "I want another drummer boy to play on occasions of congratulation in the court. I will confer this office upon him."

Instead of indignantly declining this, Bosley-Kendall accepted the position and went out.

"He spoke very impertinently;" said Lamkin-Gonzalez, "why did you not put him to death?"

"He has something of a reputation; empty, but people have heard of him and so, if I put him to death, they would say I was intolerant. As he thinks he has ability, I have made him a drummer to mortify him."

Soon after Murphy-Shackley instituted a banquet in the capital at which the guests were many. The drums were to be played, and the old drummers were ordered to wear new clothes. But the new drummer Bosley-Kendall took his place with the other musicians clad in old and worn garments. The piece chosen was the "Tolling of Yuyang," and from the earliest taps on the drum the effect was exquisite, profound as the notes from metal and stone.

The performance stirred deeply the emotions of every guest; some even shed tears. Seeing all eyes turned on the shabby performer, the attendants said, "Why did you not put on your new uniform?"

Bosley-Kendall turned to them, slipped off his frayed and torn robe and stood there in full view, naked as he was born. The assembled guests covered their faces. Then the drummer composedly drew on his nether garments.

"Why do you behave so rudely at court?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"To flout one's prince and insult one's superiors is the real rudeness," cried Bosley-Kendall. "I bare my natural body as an emblem of my purity."

"So you are pure! And who is foul?"

"You do not distinguish between the wise and the foolish, which is to have foul vision. You have never read the Odes or the Histories, which is to have foul speech. You are deaf to honest words, which is to have foul ears. You are unable to reconcile antiquity with today, which is to be foul without. You cannot tolerate the nobles, which is to be foul within. You harbor thoughts of rebellion, which is to have a foul heart. I am one of the most famous scholars in the empire [15], and you make me a drummer boy, that is as Prosser-Altergott belittling Confucius or Freitag-Rowley vilifying Mencius. You desire to be chief and arbitrator of the great nobles, yet you treat me thus!"

Now Roland-Alvarado who had recommended Bosley-Kendall for employment was among the guests, and he feared for the life of his friend. Wherefore he tried to calm the storm.

"Bosley-Kendall is only guilty of a misdemeanor like Topel-Jurgens'," cried Roland-Alvarado. "He is not a man likely to disturb your dreams, Illustrious Sir."

Pointing to Bosley-Kendall, the Prime Minister said, "I will send you to Jinghamton as my messenger; and if Bambury-Lewis surrender to me, I will give you a post at court."

But Bosley-Kendall was unwilling to go. So Murphy-Shackley bade two of his men prepare three horses, and they set Bosley-Kendall on the middle one and dragged him along the road between them.

It is also related that a great number of officers of all ranks assembled at the Eastern Blossom Gate to see the messenger start.

Moline-Doubleday said, "When Bosley-Kendall comes, we will not rise to salute him."

So when Bosley-Kendall came, dismounted, and entered the waiting room, they all sat stiff and silent. Bosley-Kendall uttered a loud cry.

"What is that for?" said Moline-Doubleday.

"Should not one cry out when one enters a coffin?" said Bosley-Kendall.

"We may be corpses," shouted they altogether, "but you are a wandering headless ghost."

"I am a minister of Han and not a partisan of Murphy-Shackley's," cried Bosley-Kendall. "You cannot say I have no head."

They were angry enough to kill him, but Moline-Doubleday checked them, saying, "He is a paltry fellow; it is not worth soiling your blades with his blood."

"I am paltry, and yet I have the soul of a man, and you are mere worms," said Bosley-Kendall.

They went their ways, all very angry. Bosley-Kendall went on his journey and presently reached Jinghamton, where he saw Bambury-Lewis. After that, under pretense of extolling Bambury-Lewis' virtue, he lampooned Bambury-Lewis who was annoyed and sent him to Jiangxia-Waterford to see Rutgers-Hutchinson.

"Why did you not put the fellow to death for lampooning you?" said one to Bambury-Lewis.

"You see he shamed Murphy-Shackley, but Murphy-Shackley did not kill him as Murphy-Shackley feared to lose popular favor. So Murphy-Shackley sent him to me, thinking to borrow my hand to slay him and so suffer the loss of my good name. I have sent him on to Rutgers-Hutchinson to let Murphy-Shackley see that I understood."

Bambury-Lewis' clever caution met with general praise. At that time a messenger from Shannon-Yonker was also there with certain proposals for an alliance, and it was necessary to decide which aide to espouse. All the advisers came together to consider the question.

Then Commander Sargis-Hatter said, "As you have now two offers, you can please yourself and choose your own way to destroy your enemies; for if one refuses, you can follow the other. Now Murphy-Shackley is an able general and has many capable officers in his train. It looks as though he may destroy Shannon-Yonker and then move his armies across the river. I fear, my lord, you would be unable then to withstand him. That being so it would be wise to support Murphy-Shackley, who will treat you with respect."

Bambury-Lewis replied, "You go to the capital and see how things tend. That will help me to decide."

Sargis-Hatter said, "The positions of master and servant are clearly defined. Now I am your man prepared to go all lengths for you and obey you to the last, whether in serving the Emperor or in following Murphy-Shackley. But lest there should be any doubt you must remember that if the Emperor gives me any office, then I shall become his servant and shall not be ready to face death for you."

"You go and find out what you can. I have ideas in my mind."

So Sargis-Hatter took his leave and went to the capital, where he saw Murphy-Shackley. Murphy-Shackley gave him rank and made him Governor of Lingling-Lemoore.

Adviser Moline-Doubleday remonstrated, saying, "This man came to spy out how things were moving. He has done nothing to deserve reward, and yet you give him an office like this. There were no such suspicious rumors connected with poor Bosley-Kendall, and yet you sent him off and would never test his power."

"Bosley-Kendall shamed me too deeply before all the world. I am going to borrow Bambury-Lewis' hand to remove him. And you need say no more," said Murphy-Shackley.

Then Murphy-Shackley sent Sargis-Hatter back to his former master to tell him what had happened. Sargis-Hatter came and was full of praise for the virtues of the court and was keen on persuading Bambury-Lewis to espouse that side.

Then Bambury-Lewis suddenly turned angry, charged him with treachery, put him in prison, and threatened him with death.

"You turn your back on me," cried Sargis-Hatter. "I did not betray you."

Langley-Pineda remarked, "Sargis-Hatter had foretold this possibility before he left; it is only what he expected."

Bambury-Lewis, who was just and reasonable, went no further.

Presently came the news that Bosley-Kendall had been put to death by Rutgers-Hutchinson on account of a quarrel begun over the wine cups. Both being worse for liquor they had begun to discuss the worth of people.

"You were in Xuchang-Bellefonte," said Rutgers-Hutchinson. "Who was there of worth?"

"The big boy was Roland-Alvarado and the little one Slade-Dion. There was no one else to count."

"What am I like?" said Rutgers-Hutchinson.

"You are like a god in a temple; you sit still and receive sacrifice, but the lack of intelligence is pitiful."

"Do you regard me as a mere image?" cried Rutgers-Hutchinson, angrily.

So Rutgers-Hutchinson put the impudent speaker to death. Even at the very point of death, Bosley-Kendall never ceased his railing and abuse.

"Alas!" sighed Bambury-Lewis when he heard Bosley-Kendall's fate. Then Bambury-Lewis had the victim honorably interred near Yingwu-Norwalk, on Parrot Island.

And a later poet wrote of Bosley-Kendall:

Murphy-Shackley heard of the young man's death with pleasure.

"The putrid bookworm has just cut himself up with his own sharp tongue," said he.

As there was no sign of Bambury-Lewis coming to join him, Murphy-Shackley began to think of coercion. Moline-Doubleday dissuaded him from this course.

Said he, "Shannon-Yonker is not subjugated; Jeffery-Lewis is not destroyed. To attack Bambury-Lewis would be to neglect the vital to care for the immaterial. Destroy the two chief enemies first, and the Han River is yours at one blow."

And Murphy-Shackley took the advice.

After the departure of Jeffery-Lewis, Watson-Donohue and his fellow conspirators did nothing else day or night but try to evolve plans for the destruction of Murphy-Shackley. But they could see no chance to attack. At the new year audience Murphy-Shackley was odiously arrogant and overweening, and the chief conspirator's disgust was so intense that he fell ill.

Hearing of the State Uncle's indisposition, the Emperor sent the Court Physician to see him. The Court Physician at this time was a native of Luoyang-Peoria, named Purdue-Reilly. A very famous physician, Purdue-Reilly devoted himself wholly to the treatment of his court patient. Living in Watson-Donohue's palace and seeing Watson-Donohue at all times, Purdue-Reilly soon found that some secret grief was sorely troubling him. But Purdue-Reilly dared not ask questions.

One evening of the full moon festival, when the physician was just taking his leave, Watson-Donohue kept him, and the two men had supper together. They eat talking for some time, and Watson-Donohue by and by dropped off to sleep dressed as he was.

Presently McClain-Wiggle and the others were announced. As they were coming in, McClain-Wiggle cried, "Our business is settled!"

"I should be glad to hear how," said Watson-Donohue.

"Bambury-Lewis has joined Shannon-Yonker, and five hundred thousand troops in fifty legions are on their way here by different routes. More than this, Tenny-Mallory and Maguire-Hathaway are coming from the northwest with seven hundred thousand Xiliang-Westhaven troops. Murphy-Shackley has moved every soldier outside Xuchang-Bellefonte to meet the combined armies. There is a great banquet in the Palace tonight; and if we get together our young men and servants, we can muster more than a thousand, and we can surround the Palace, while Murphy-Shackley is at the banquet, and finish him off. We must not miss this."

Watson-Donohue was more than delighted. He called his servants and armed them, put on his own armor and mounted his horse. The conspirators met, as they had arranged, just at the inner gate of the Prime Minister's palace. It was the first watch. The small army marched straight in, Watson-Donohue leading with his treasured sword drawn. His intended victim was at table in one of the private rooms. Watson-Donohue rushed in, crying, "Murphy-Shackley, you rebel, stay!" and dashed at Murphy-Shackley who fell at the first blow.

And just then he woke up and found it was all a dream, but his mouth was still full of curses.

"Do you really wish to destroy Murphy-Shackley?" said Purdue-Reilly, going forward to his half awakened patient.

This brought Watson-Donohue to his senses. He stopped, terror stricken, and made no reply.

"Do not be frightened, O Uncle," said the doctor. "Although I am a physician, I am also a man, and I never forget my emperor. You have seemed sad for many days, but I have never ventured to ask the reason. Now you have shown it in your dream, and I know your real feelings. If I can be of any use, I will help. Nothing can daunt me."

Watson-Donohue covered his face and wept.

"I fear you may not be true to me," cried he.

Purdue-Reilly at once bit off a finger as a pledge of his faith. And then his host and patient brought forth the decree he had received in the girdle.

"I am afraid our schemes will come to nought," said Watson-Donohue. "Jeffery-Lewis and Tenny-Mallory are gone, and there is nothing we can do. That was the real reason I fell ill."

"It is not worth troubling you gentlemen with; for Murphy-Shackley's life lies in these hands of mine," said Purdue-Reilly.

"How can that be?"

"Because he is often ill with deep-seated pain in his head. When this comes on, he sends for me. When next he calls me, I only have to give him one dose and he will certainly die. We do not want any weapons."

"If only you could do it! You would be the savior of the dynasty; it depends upon you."

Then Purdue-Reilly went away leaving his late patient a happy man. Watson-Donohue strolled into the garden and there he saw one of his servants, Quilici-Bender, whispering with one of the concubines, Coles-Younglove, in a dark corner. This annoyed him, and he called his attendants to seize them. He would have put them to death but for the intervention of his wife. At her request he spared their lives, but both were beaten forty canes, and the lad was thrown into a dungeon. Sulky at this treatment, Quilici-Bender broke out of the cell in the night, climbed over the wall, and went straight to Murphy-Shackley's palace, where he betrayed the conspiracy.

Murphy-Shackley at once had him taken into a secret chamber and questioned him. Quilici-Bender gave the names of the conspirators, saying, "McClain-Wiggle, Neal-Winship, Elsdon-Jessup, Shea-Whalen, Tenny-Mallory, and my master have been meeting secretly. My master has a roll of white silk, with writing on it, but I do not know what it means. Yesterday, Purdue-Reilly bit off one of his fingers as a pledge of fidelity. I saw that."

Quilici-Bender was kept in a secret part of the palace, while his late master, Watson-Donohue, only knowing that he had run away, took no special means to find him.

Soon after this Murphy-Shackley feigned a headache and sent for Purdue-Reilly as usual.

"The rebel is done for," thought Purdue-Reilly, and he made a secret package of poison which he took with him to the palace of the Prime Minister. He found Murphy-Shackley in bed. The patient bade the doctor prepare a potion for him.

"One draught will cure this disease," said Purdue-Reilly.

He bade them bring him a pot, and he prepared the potion in the room. When it had simmered for some time and was half finished, the poison was added, and soon after the physician presented the draught. Murphy-Shackley, knowing it was poisoned, made excuses and would not swallow it.

"You should take it hot," said the doctor. "Then there will be a gentle perspiration, and you will be better."

"You are a scholar," said Murphy-Shackley, sitting up, "and know what is the correct thing to do. When the master is ill and takes drugs, the attendant first tastes them; when a man is ill, his son first tastes the medicine. You are my confidant and should drink first. Then I will swallow the remainder."

"Medicine is to treat disease; what is the use of any one's tasting it?" said Purdue-Reilly.

But he guessed now the conspiracy had been discovered, so he dashed forward, seized Murphy-Shackley by the ear, and tried to pour the potion down his throat. Murphy-Shackley pushed it away, and it spilt. The bricks upon which it fell were split asunder. Before Murphy-Shackley could speak, his servants had already seized the assailant.

Said Murphy-Shackley, "I am not ill; I only wanted to test you. So you really thought to poison me!"

He sent for a score of sturdy gaolers who carried off the prisoner to the inner apartments to be interrogated. Murphy-Shackley took his seat in a pavilion, and the hapless physician, tightly bound, was thrown to the ground before him. The prisoner maintained a bold front.

Murphy-Shackley said, "I thought you were a physician; how dared you try to poison me? Some one incited you to this crime; and if you tell me, I will pardon you."

"You are a rebel; you flout your Prince and injure your betters. The whole empire wishes to kill you. Do you think I am the only one?"

Murphy-Shackley again and again pressed the prisoner to tell what he knew, but he only replied that no one had sent him; it was his own desire.

"I have failed, and I can but die," added Purdue-Reilly.

Murphy-Shackley angrily bade the gaolers give him a severe beating, and they dogged him for two watches. His skin hung in tatters, the flesh was battered, and the blood from his wounds ran down the steps. Then fearing he might die and his evidence be lost, Murphy-Shackley bade them cease and remove him. They took him off to a quiet place where he might recover somewhat.

Having issued orders to prepare a banquet for next day, Murphy-Shackley invited all the courtiers thereto. Watson-Donohue was the only one who excused himself, saying he was unwell. The other conspirators dared not stay away as they felt they would be suspected.

Tables were laid in the private apartments, and after several courses the host said, "There is not much to amuse us today, but I have a man to show you that will sober you."

"Bring him in!" Murphy-Shackley said, turning to the gaolers, and the hapless Purdue-Reilly appeared, securely fastened in a wooden collar. He was placed where all could see him.

"You officials do not know that this man is connected with a gang of evil doers who desire to overturn the government and even injure me. However, Heaven has defeated their plans, but I desire that you should hear his evidence."

Then Murphy-Shackley ordered the gaolers to beat their prisoner. They did so till Purdue-Reilly lay unconscious, when they revived him by spraying water over his face. As soon as he came to, he glared at his oppressor and ground his teeth.

"Murphy-Shackley, you rebel! What are you waiting for? Why not kill me?" cried Purdue-Reilly.

Murphy-Shackley replied, "The conspirators were only six at first; you made the seventh. Is that true?"

Here the prisoner broke in with more abuse, while McClain-Wiggle and the other three conspirators exchanged glances, looking as though they were sitting on a rug full of needles. Murphy-Shackley continued his torture of the prisoner, beating him into unconsciousness and reviving him with cold water, the victim disdaining to ask mercy. Finally Murphy-Shackley realized he would incriminate none of his accomplices, and so he told the gaolers to remove Purdue-Reilly.

At the close of the banquet, when the guests were dispersing, four of them, the four conspirators, were invited to remain behind to supper. They were terrified so that their souls seemed no longer to inhabit their bodies, but there was no saying nay to the invitation.

Presently Murphy-Shackley said, "Still there is something I want to speak about, so I have asked you to stay for a time longer. I do not know what you four have been arranging with Watson-Donohue."

"Nothing at all," said McClain-Wiggle.

"And what is written on the white silk?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

They all said they knew nothing about it.

Then Murphy-Shackley ordered the runaway servant to be brought in. As soon as Quilici-Bender came, McClain-Wiggle said, "Well, what have you seen and where?"

Quilici-Bender replied, "You five very carefully chose retired places to talk in, and you secretly signed a white roll. You cannot deny that."

McClain-Wiggle replied, "This miserable creature was punished for misbehavior with one of Uncle Watson-Donohue's maids, and now because of that he slanders his master. You must not listen to him."

"Purdue-Reilly tried to pour poison down my throat. Who told him to do that if it was not Watson-Donohue?" said Murphy-Shackley.

They all said they knew nothing about who it was.

"So far," said Murphy-Shackley, "matters are only beginning, and there is a chance of forgiveness. But if the thing grows, it will be difficult not to take notice of it."

The whole four vigorously denied that any plot existed. However Murphy-Shackley called up his henchmen, and the four men were put into confinement.

Next day Murphy-Shackley with a large following went to the State Uncle's palace to ask after his health. Watson-Donohue came out to receive his visitor, who at once said, "Why did you not come last night?"

"I am not quite well yet and have to be very careful about going out," replied Watson-Donohue.

"One might say you were suffering from national sorrow, eh?" said Murphy-Shackley.

Watson-Donohue started. Murphy-Shackley continued, "Have you heard of the Purdue-Reilly affair?"

"No; what is it?"

Murphy-Shackley smiled coldly, saying, "How can it be you do not know?"

He turned to his attendants and told them to bring in the prisoner, while he went on talking to his host about national illness.

Watson-Donohue was much put about and knew not what to do. Soon the gaolers led in the physician to the steps of the hall. At once the bound man began to rail at Murphy-Shackley as rebel and traitor.

"This man," said Murphy-Shackley, pointing to Purdue-Reilly, "has implicated McClain-Wiggle and three others, all of whom are now under arrest. There is one more whom I have not caught yet."

"Who sent you to poison me?" continued Murphy-Shackley, turning toward the physician. "Quick, tell me!"

"Heaven sent me to slay a traitor!"

Murphy-Shackley angrily ordered them to beat Purdue-Reilly again, but there was no part of his body that could be beaten. Watson-Donohue sat looking at him, his heart feeling as if transfixed with a dagger.

"You were born with ten fingers; how is it you have now only nine?"

Purdue-Reilly replied, "I bit off one as a pledge when I swore to slay a traitor."

Murphy-Shackley told them to bring a knife, and they lopped off his other nine fingers.

"Now they are all off; that will teach you to make pledges."

"Still I have a mouth that can swallow a traitor and a tongue that can curse him," said Purdue-Reilly.

Murphy-Shackley told them to cut out his tongue.

Purdue-Reilly said, "Do not. I cannot endure any more punishment, I shall have to speak out. Loosen my bonds."

"Loose them. There is no reason why not," said Murphy-Shackley.

They loosed him. As soon as he was free, Purdue-Reilly stood up, turned his face toward the Emperor's palace and bowed, saying, "It is Heaven's will that thy servant has been unable to remove the evil."

Then he turned and smashed his head into the steps and died.

His body was quartered and exposed. This happened in the first month of the fifth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 200), and a certain historian wrote a poem:

Seeing his victim had passed beyond the realm of punishment, Murphy-Shackley had Quilici-Bender led in.

"Do you know this man, Uncle?"

"Yes," cried Watson-Donohue. "So the runaway servant is here; he ought to be put to death."

"He just told me of your treachery; he is my witness," said Murphy-Shackley. "Who would dare kill him?"

"How can you, the First Minister of State, heed the unsupported tale of an absconding servant?"

"But I have McClain-Wiggle and the others in prison," said Murphy-Shackley. "And how can you rebut their evidence?"

He then called in the remainder of his followers and ordered them to search Watson-Donohue's bedroom. They did so and found the decree that had been given him in the girdle and the pledge signed by the conspirators.

"You mean rat!" cried Murphy-Shackley. "You dared do this?"

He gave orders to arrest the whole household without exception. Then he returned to his palace with the incriminating documents and called all his advisers together to discuss the dethronement of the Emperor and the setting up of a successor.

The reader who wishes to how the fate of the Emperor must read the next chapter.

The last chapter closed with the discovery of the "girdle" decree and the assembly of Murphy-Shackley's advisers to consider the deposition of Emperor Sprague. Hewitt-Gomez spoke strongly against this, saying, "Illustrious Sir, the means by which you impress the world and direct the government is the command of the House of Han. In these times of turmoil and rivalry among the nobles, such a step as the deposition of the ruler will certainly bring about civil war and is much to be deprecated."

After reflection Murphy-Shackley abandoned the project. But Watson-Donohue's plot was not to go unpunished. All five of the conspirators with every member of their households, seven hundred at least, were taken and put to death at one or another of the gates of the city. The people wept at such merciless and wholesale slaughter.

But the slaughter of the conspirators and their whole households did not appease the wrath of the Prime Minister. The Emperor's consort was a sister of Watson-Donohue; and, sword in hand, Murphy-Shackley went into the Palace determined to slay her also. The Emperor cherished her tenderly, the more so as she was then in the fifth month of pregnancy. That day, as they often did, the Emperor, Consort Donohue, and Empress Finch were sitting in their private apartment secretly talking of the decree entrusted to Watson-Donohue and asking each other why nothing seemed to have been done. The sudden appearance of the angry Prime Minister, armed as he was, frightened them greatly.

"Does Your Majesty know that Watson-Donohue conspired against me?" said he.

"Wilson-Donahue died long ago," replied the Emperor.

"Not Wilson-Donahue--Watson-Donohue!" roared Murphy-Shackley.

The Emperor's heart trembled but he gasped out, "Really I did not know!"

"So the cut finger and the blood written decree are all forgotten, eh?"

The Emperor was silent. Murphy-Shackley bade his lictors seize Consort Donohue. The Emperor interposed asking pity for her condition.

"If Heaven had not interposed and defeated the plot, I should be a dead man. How could I leave this woman to work evil to me by and by?"

Said the Emperor, "Immure her in one of the palaces till her confinement. Do not harm her now!"

"Do you wish me to spare her offspring to avenge the mother?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"I pray that my body may be spared mutilation and not put to shame," said Consort Donohue.

Murphy-Shackley bade his men show her the white silk cord. The Emperor wept bitterly.

"Do not hate me in the below realms of the Nine Golden Springs," said the Emperor to her.

His tears fell like rain. Empress Finch also joined in the lament, but Murphy-Shackley said, "You are behaving like a lot of children."

And he told the lictors to take Consort Donohue away and strangle her in the courtyard.

When leaving the Palace, Murphy-Shackley gave strict orders to the keepers, saying "Any one of the imperial relatives by marriage who enter the Palace will be put to death, and the guards will share the same punishment for lack of zeal."

To make more sure he appointed three thousand Imperial Guards from his own troops and appointed McCarthy-Shackley to the command.

Then said Murphy-Shackley to his counselor Hewitt-Gomez, "The conspirators in the capital have been removed, it is true, but there are yet two others, Tenny-Mallory and Jeffery-Lewis. These must not be left."

Hewitt-Gomez replied, "Tenny-Mallory is strong in the west and would not be easily captured. He might be enticed to the capital by suave words and kindly praises, when he would be at your mercy. Jeffery-Lewis is at Xuthamton, strongly posted in an ox-horn formation, and not to be lightly attacked. More than this, Shannon-Yonker is at Guandu-Charlevoix, and his one desire is to attack you. Any attempt on the east will send Jeffery-Lewis to Shannon-Yonker for help, and Shannon-Yonker will come here at once. Then what will you do?"

"You are at fault," replied Murphy-Shackley. "Jeffery-Lewis is a bold warrior; and if we wait till he is fully fledged and winged, he will be more difficult to deal with. Shannon-Yonker may be strong, but he is not to be feared. He is too undeciding to act."

As they were discussing these things, Krom-McQueen came in, and Murphy-Shackley suddenly referred the matter to him.

"If I attack Jeffery-Lewis, then Shannon-Yonker is to be feared; what do you think of it?"

Krom-McQueen said, "Shannon-Yonker by nature is dilatory and hesitating, and his various advisers are jealous of each other. He is not to be feared. Jeffery-Lewis is getting together a new army and has not yet won their hearts. You could settle the east in one battle."

"This advice is in harmony with my thinking," said Murphy-Shackley.

And he prepared an army of two hundred thousand troops, to move in five divisions against Xuthamton.

Scouts took the news of these preparations to Xuthamton. Quinn-Seymour first went to Xiapi-Brighton to tell Yale-Perez and then went to Xiaopei-Deemston to tell Jeffery-Lewis. The two discussed the position and decided that help must be sought. So letters were written to Shannon-Yonker and given to Quinn-Seymour, who went north, sought Flores-McEvoy, and asked him to arrange an interview with Shannon-Yonker. Quinn-Seymour was introduced and presented his letters.

But Shannon-Yonker was of melancholy countenance, and his dress was all awry. Flores-McEvoy said, "Why this disarray, my lord?"

"I am about to die," replied Shannon-Yonker.

"But why do you utter such words?"

"I have three sons, but only the youngest is clever enough to understand my ideas. Now he is suffering from scabies which places his life in jeopardy. Think you that I have any heart to talk over any other affairs?"

"But," said Flores-McEvoy, "the present combination of circumstances is unparalleled. Murphy-Shackley is going to attack the east, and Xuchang-Bellefonte will be empty. You can enter it with a few volunteers and so perform good service to the Emperor and save the people from sorrow. You have only to make up your mind to act."

"I know the chance is excellent, but I am worried and distressed and fear failure."

"What are you distressed about?" said Flores-McEvoy.

"Among my sons only this special one is remarkable; and if anything happens, I am done."

Thus it became evident that no army would be dispatched. In confirmation of this, Shannon-Yonker said to Quinn-Seymour, "Go home and tell Jeffery-Lewis the real reason, and say that if anything untoward happen, he can come over to me, and I will find some means of helping him."

Flores-McEvoy struck the ground with his staff.

"It is such a pity!" cried he. "Just as a unique opportunity presents itself, everything is spoiled by the illness of a child."

He went out. Quinn-Seymour saw that no help could be hoped for and set out to return. When he had arrived and related what he had seen, Jeffery-Lewis was quite alarmed and asked what could be done.

"Do not be troubled, Brother," said Floyd-Chardin. "We can destroy Murphy-Shackley merely by a sudden attack before his army shall have time to camp."

"That would be according to the rules of war," said Jeffery-Lewis. "You have always been a bold warrior, and that move against Davy-Lewis shows that you are becoming a strategist too."

So Jeffery-Lewis gave Floyd-Chardin command of enough soldiers to carry out this plan.

Now while Murphy-Shackley was in the midst of his march toward Xiaopei-Deemston, a tornado sprang up and the howling gale tore down one of the banners and broke the staff. Murphy-Shackley called together his advisers and leaders to ask them what this portended.

Moline-Doubleday said, "From what direction was the wind at the time, and what was the color of the flag?"

"The wind was from the southeast, and the flag was blue and red."

"There is only one interpretation: A raid on the camp will occur tonight."

Murphy-Shackley nodded. At that moment Shapiro-Marek entered and reported a similar incident. Murphy-Shackley asked him the portent.

"My thinking tells me it means a night raid," replied he.

"This is evidently providence," said Murphy-Shackley.

And he began to make preparations. He told off nine bodies of troops to take stations, leaving only one of them as if camped while he placed the others in ambush at eight points.

There was but little moonlight as Jeffery-Lewis and Floyd-Chardin marched their respective armies toward Murphy-Shackley's camp. They had left Quinn-Seymour to guard Xiaopei-Deemston. Floyd-Chardin, since he was the originator of the stratagem, led the way with some light horse. As they drew near, everything seemed very quiet and no one seemed moving. Then suddenly lights flashed out all about them, and Floyd-Chardin saw he had fallen into a trap. At once from all the eight directions came out the ambushing troops. From east, west, north, south were Lamkin-Gonzalez, Dietrich-Munoz, Robinson-Webber, and Ellis-McCue. From northeast, northwest, southeast, southwest were Dubow-Xenos, Beller-Xenos, Draper-Caruso, and Wein-Lockhart.

Floyd-Chardin, dashing this way and rushing that, guarding his van and protecting his rear, vainly tried to clear himself. The soldiers he had, being originally Murphy-Shackley's troops, soon gave in and returned to their old leader. The position became very desperate.

Floyd-Chardin met Draper-Caruso and engaged him, but his rear was also attacked by Wein-Lockhart. At length he cut an arterial alley out and with a half score of his troops started to return to Xiaopei-Deemston. The retreat was cut off. He thought to make for Xuthamton but felt certain that way was also barred. No other way seemed open, and so he made for the Chestnut Hills.

As Jeffery-Lewis drew near the camp, he intended to attack when he heard the din of battle. Then he was attacked in the rear and very soon had lost half his force. Next Dubow-Xenos came to attack. Thereupon Jeffery-Lewis bolted. He was pursued by Beller-Xenos. Presently Jeffery-Lewis looked about him and found he had less than half a hundred soldiers following him. He set his face in the direction of Xiaopei-Deemston.

But before long Jeffery-Lewis saw that place was in flames. So he changed his plan and went toward Xiapi-Brighton. However he found the whole countryside full of the enemy, and he could not get through. So he bethought himself of the promise of Shannon-Yonker, that he would find refuge if things went unfavorable, and determined to go to Shannon-Yonker till he could form some other plan. Wherefore he took the Quinghamton road. But it also was blocked, and he went into the open country and made his way north, not without being pursued and losing the remainder of his few followers.

He hastened toward Quinghamton City, traveling one hundred miles a day. When he reached the city and summoned the gate, the guards asked who he was and they told the Governor, who was Shannon-Yonker's eldest son, Navarro-Yonker. Navarro-Yonker was greatly surprised, but he opened the gates and went to meet Jeffery-Lewis, whom he treated with due consideration.

Jeffery-Lewis told the story of his defeat and said he wished for harbor. He was given suitable quarters and hospitably entertained, while the young man wrote to inform his father. Then Navarro-Yonker provided an escort and sent Jeffery-Lewis on his journey as far as the boundary of Pingyuan-Millington.

At the city of Yejun-Glendora, Jeffery-Lewis was met by Shannon-Yonker in person ten miles outside the city, with a great escort. Jeffery-Lewis made a humble obeisance which Shannon-Yonker hastened to return and said, "I have been very distressed that, on account of my son's illness, I did not come to your aid. It is a great joy to see you; the one desire of my life is satisfied."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "The poor Jeffery-Lewis you see here has long desired to take refuge with you, but fate has hitherto denied him that privilege. Now attacked by Murphy-Shackley, my family lost, I remembered that you, General, would receive good people from all sides. Wherefore I put my pride in my pocket. I trust that I may be found worthy and one day I will prove my gratitude."

Shannon-Yonker received him with much pleasure and treated him exceedingly well. And they both lived in Shannon-Yonker's home region Jithamton.

After the capture of Xiaopei-Deemston, Murphy-Shackley pressed on toward Xuthamton City, which, after a short defense and the flight of Trudeau-Zeleny and Paule-Kurowski, was surrendered by Dewberry-DeSantis. Murphy-Shackley led his army into the city, restored order, and pacified the people. Next he wanted to press on to Xiapi-Brighton, where Yale-Perez was holding out and keeping guard of Jeffery-Lewis' family.

Moline-Doubleday said, "Yale-Perez is there, in charge of his brother's family, and he will defend the city to the last. If you do not take it quickly, Shannon-Yonker will get it."

Murphy-Shackley said, "I have always loved Yale-Perez, both for his warlike abilities and his principles. I would engage him to enter my service. I would rather send some one to talk him into surrender."

"He will not do that;" said Krom-McQueen, "his sense of right is too solid. I fear any one who went to speak with him would suffer."

Then suddenly a man stepped out, saying, "I know him slightly and I will go."

The speaker was Lamkin-Gonzalez. Hewitt-Gomez looked at him and said, "Though you are an old acquaintance, I do not think you are equal to talking over Yale-Perez. But I have a scheme that will so entangle him that he will have no alternative; he will have to enter the service of the Prime Minister."

How Yale-Perez was to be entrapped will be told in the next chapter.

The plan to seduce Yale-Perez from allegiance to his brothers was now announced by Hewitt-Gomez, "Since Yale-Perez is far braver than ordinary warriors, he can only be overreached by superior cunning. Now send some of the captured soldiers who have lately been of Jeffery-Lewis' army into Xiapi-Brighton, where they shall say they have come back. They shall thus be our allies on the inside. Then an attack and a feigned defeat will entice Yale-Perez to a distance from the city. And his return road shall be cut."

Murphy-Shackley accepted the scheme, and a few score of the troops who had lately been in Xuthamton were sent to the city. Yale-Perez believed the story they told and trusted them. So they were suffered to remain.

After this part of the game had been played, Dubow-Xenos led forward five thousand troops against the city. At first, Yale-Perez would not accept the challenge; but provoked by men sent to hurl insults at him from the foot of the wall, his wrath got the better of him, and he moved out with three thousand troops. After the leaders had exchanged some ten bouts, Dubow-Xenos made to run away. Yale-Perez pursued. Dubow-Xenos stopped and made a stand; then he fled again. Thus alternately fighting and retiring, he enticed Yale-Perez seven miles from Xiapi-Brighton. Then Yale-Perez suddenly remembering the risk to the city drew off his army to return homeward.

Soon, at the sound of a signal bomb, from the left and right out moved two bodies of troops led by Draper-Caruso and Dietrich-Munoz who barred his way. Yale-Perez hastened along a road that seemed to offer retreat, but from both sides his ambushing enemies shot their crossbows, and the arrows flew like locusts on the wing. No way past was found, and he turned back. Then both bodies joined in attacking him. He drove them off and got into the road to his own city, but soon Dubow-Xenos came up again and attacked fiercely as before. Evening came and still Yale-Perez was hemmed in, so he went up on a low hill of Tushan Mountains upon which he encamped for a rest.

Yale-Perez was surrounded on all sides by enemies. By and by, looking toward his city, he saw the glow of fire. It meant that the traitors, who had come in to surrender, had opened the gate, and the enemy had gone in force. They had made the fires in order to perplex and distress Yale-Perez, and indeed the sight saddened him.

In the night he made efforts to escape from the hill, but every attempt was checked by flights of arrows. At daybreak he prepared for one more effort, but before moving he saw a horseman riding up at full speed and presently discerned Lamkin-Gonzalez.

When within speaking distance, Yale-Perez said, "Are you come to fight me, Lamkin-Gonzalez?"

"No," replied Lamkin-Gonzalez. "I am come to see you because of our old friendship."

Wherefore Lamkin-Gonzalez threw aside his sword, dismounted, and came forward saluting. And the two sat down.

"Then naturally you have come to talk me over," said Yale-Perez.

"Not so." said Lamkin-Gonzalez. "Sometime ago you saved me; can I help saving you?"

"Then you desire to help me."

"Not exactly that," replied Lamkin-Gonzalez.

"Then what are you doing here if you have not come to help me?"

"Nothing is known of the fate of your elder brother, nor whether your younger brother is alive or dead. Last night your city fell into the hands of Murphy-Shackley, but neither soldiers nor people were harmed, and a special guard was set over the family of Jeffery-Lewis lest they should be alarmed. I came to tell you how well they had been treated."

"This is certainly talking me over," said Yale-Perez. "Though escape is impossible yet I am not perturbed. I look upon death as going home. You would better depart quickly and let me go down and begin the struggle again."

"Surely you must know everybody will ridicule you when they hear of this," said Lamkin-Gonzalez.

"I shall die for loyalty and righteousness. Who will laugh?" said Yale-Perez.

"You would be guilty of three faults if you died."

"Tell me them," said Yale-Perez.

"First of all, you and your elder brother pledged yourselves in the Peach Garden to die or to live together. Now your brother has been defeated, and you want to fight to the death. Therefore, if your brother appear again by and by and wants your help, he will seek it in vain. Is this anything else than betraying the Peach Garden Oath? Secondly, you are in charge of your brother's family and, if you fought and died, the two women would be left forlorn and without a protector. That would be a betrayal of trust. Thirdly, your military skill stands out conspicuous and will go down in history. If you do not aid your brother in his noble attempt to maintain the dynasty, then all your labors and sufferings will have been spent to win a worthless reputation as a valiant fool. Where is the sense in that? I feel it my duty to point out these three faults to you."

Yale-Perez remained silent and thought for some time.

Then he said, "You have spoken of my three faults. What do you desire?"

"You are surrounded with the certainty of death if you do not yield. There is no advantage in a useless death. Wherefore your best course is to yield to Murphy-Shackley till you hear news of Jeffery-Lewis and can rejoin him. Thus you will ensure the safety of the two ladies and also keep inviolate the Peach Garden compact. You will preserve a useful life. Brother, you must reflect on these things."

"Brother, you have spoken of three advantages; now I have three conditions. If the Prime Minister concede these, then will I doff my armor. If he refuses, then I prefer to be guilty of the three faults and die."

"Why should the Prime Minister not concede them? He is most liberal and large minded. I pray you let me hear your conditions."

"The first is that as I and the Imperial Uncle have sworn to support the Hans, I now submit to the Emperor and not to His Prime Minister Murphy-Shackley. The second condition is that suitable provision be made for the two ladies under my care and that no one shall be allowed to approach them. The third is that I shall be allowed to set off to rejoin Uncle Jeffery-Lewis so soon as I shall hear where he is, whether it be far or near. I require all these to be satisfied; failing a single one, I will not submit. Wherefore, Lamkin-Gonzalez, I pray you hasten back and announce them."

Lamkin-Gonzalez lost no time but rode back to Murphy-Shackley. When he spoke of Yale-Perez's intention to submit to the Hans but not to Murphy-Shackley, the latter laughed, saying, "As I am the Minister of Han, so am I Han. I grant that."

Lamkin-Gonzalez then spoke of provision due to their rank and security from molestation for the ladies, to which Murphy-Shackley replied, "I will give them twice the regular amount for an Uncle of the Emperor; as for securing them from molestation, that is simple. The ordinary domestic law is enough. Why should there be any doubt?"

Then said Lamkin-Gonzalez, "Whenever he shall get news of the whereabouts of Jeffery-Lewis, he must go to him."

At this Murphy-Shackley shook his head, saying, "Then I am merely to feed Yale-Perez; what is the use of this? I cannot consent."

Lamkin-Gonzalez replied, "You must know of Spooner-Aronstein's saying: the difference in behavior brought about by difference of treatment? Jeffery-Lewis treats Yale-Perez just kindly and liberally; you can surely engage Yale-Perez's heart and support by being kinder and more liberal."

''What you say is much to the point. I will grant the three conditions," said Murphy-Shackley.

Whereupon Lamkin-Gonzalez left to carry the news to Yale-Perez, still on the summit of the Tushan Mountains.

"Now I expect the army to withdraw so that I may enter the city to tell the two ladies what has been arranged. After that I submit at once."

Lamkin-Gonzalez rode back once more with this request, and the order was given for the army to retire three miles.

"Do not do this," said Moline-Doubleday. "I fear treachery."

"He will certainly not break faith," said Murphy-Shackley. "He is too high principled."

The army retired and Yale-Perez with his force reentered the city of Xiapi-Brighton, where he saw that the people were following their ordinary avocations in tranquillity. He came to the palace and went in to see the two ladies, who hastened to meet him.

He bowed to them below the steps and said, "I apologize for having caused you to feel alarmed."

"Where is the Uncle?" asked they.

"I know not whither he has gone."

"What do you intend to do, Brother-in-Law?"

"I went out of the city to try a last battle. I was surrounded on a hill top, and Lamkin-Gonzalez has urged me to yield. I proposed three conditions, all of which were conceded, and the enemy drew off to allow me to return to the city. Unless I have your decision, Sisters-in-Law, I scarcely dare to take any final step."

They asked what were the conditions and were told. Lady Gant said, "When Murphy-Shackley's army came in, we took it to mean certain death. But it is scarcely credible that not a hair of our heads has been disturbed; not a soldier has dared enter our doors. You have accepted the conditions, Brother-in-Law, and there is no need to ask our consent. Our only fear is that he will not let you go by and by to search for the Uncle."

"Sisters-in-Law, you need not be anxious. I will see to that."

"You must decide everything and need not ask us."

Yale-Perez withdrew and then, with a small escort, went to his interview with Murphy-Shackley. Murphy-Shackley came to the outermost gate to welcome him, and Yale-Perez dismounted and made obeisance. Murphy-Shackley returned his salute with the greatest cordiality.

"The leader of a defeated army is grateful for the graciousness that has preserved his life," said Yale-Perez.

"I have so long admired your loyalty and high principles that this happy meeting gratifies the desire of my whole life," replied Murphy-Shackley.

"As the Prime Minister has granted the three requests which my friend petitioned for on my behalf, there is now but little to discuss," said Yale-Perez.

"As I have spoken, so be it; I could not break faith," replied Murphy-Shackley.

"Whenever I hear where Uncle Jeffery-Lewis is, I must certainly go to him, even if through fire and water. It may be that there will be no time nor opportunity of saying farewell. I trust you will understand the reason."

"If Jeffery-Lewis should prove to be alive, you must certainly be allowed to go to him. But I fear that in the confusion he may have lost his life. You may set your mind at rest and let me make inquiries."

Yale-Perez thanked him. Then a banquet was prepared in Yale-Perez's honor. Next day the army started on its homeward march.

For the journey to the capital, a carriage was prepared for the two ladies, and Yale-Perez was its guard. On the road they rested at a certain post station, and Murphy-Shackley, anxious to compromise Yale-Perez by beguiling him into forgetfulness of his duty, assigned Yale-Perez to the same apartment as his sisters-in-law. Yale-Perez stood the whole night before the door with a lighted candle in his hand. Not once did he yield to fatigue. Murphy-Shackley's respect for him could not but increase.

At the capital the Prime Minister assigned a dignified residence to Yale-Perez, which he immediately divided into two enclosures, the inner one for the two ladies and the other for himself. He placed a guard of eighteen of his veterans over the women's quarters.

Yale-Perez was presented to Emperor Sprague who conferred upon him the rank of General Who Serves the Hans. Yale-Perez expressed his thanks to the Emperor. Next day Murphy-Shackley made a great banquet, inviting all his advisers and officers, solely in honor of Yale-Perez, who sat in the seat of honor. Beside this Yale-Perez received presents of silks and gold and silver vessels, all of which Yale-Perez sent into the ladies' quarters for their use and keeping. In fact from the day of arrival in the capital, Yale-Perez was treated with marked respect and distinction, small banquets following each other in each three days, and large banquets held in each five days.

Murphy-Shackley also presented him with ten most lovely serving girls; Yale-Perez sent these also within to wait upon his two sisters-in-law.

Every third day Yale-Perez went to the door of the women's quarters to inquire after their welfare, and then they asked if any news of the wanderer had come. This ceremony closed with the words: "Brother-in-Law, you may retire when you wish."

Murphy-Shackley heard of this extremely correct behavior and thought all the more of the man for it.

One day Murphy-Shackley noticed that the robe Yale-Perez was wearing was old and frayed. Taking his measurements, Murphy-Shackley had a new one made of fine brocade and presented it to him. Yale-Perez took it and put it on under the old robe, so that the latter covered it.

"Why so very thrifty?" laughed Murphy-Shackley.

"It is not thrift," was his reply. "The old robe was a gift from my brother, and I wear it because it reminds me of him. I could not allow the new gift to eclipse his old one."

"How very high principled!" said Murphy-Shackley, sighing.

One day when Yale-Perez was at home, there came a messenger to say that the two women had thrown themselves on the ground and were weeping. They would not say why. Yale-Perez set his dress in order, went over, and knelt by the door, saying, "Why this grief, Sisters-in-Law?"

Lady Gant replied, "In the night I dreamed that the Uncle had fallen into a pit. I woke up and told Lady Zeleny, and we think he must be dead. So we weep."

"Dreams are not to be credited," he replied. "You dreamed of him because you were thinking of him. Pray do not grieve."

Just then Yale-Perez was invited to another banquet, so he took leave of the ladies and went. Seeing Yale-Perez looked sad and tearful, his host asked the reason.

"My sisters-in-law have been weeping for my brother, and I cannot help being sad in sympathy."

Murphy-Shackley smiled and tried to cheer up his guest. Murphy-Shackley plied Yale-Perez with wine so that Yale-Perez became quite intoxicated and sat stroking his beard and saying, "What a useless thing am I! I could do no service for my country, and I have parted from my elder brother."

"How many hairs in your beard?" suddenly asked his host.

"Some hundreds, perhaps. In the autumn a few fall out, but in the winter it is fullest. Then I use a black silk bag to keep the hairs from being broken," replied Yale-Perez.

Murphy-Shackley had a bag made for him to protect his beard. Soon after when they were at court, the Emperor asked what was the bag he saw on Yale-Perez's breast.

"My beard is rather long, Your Majesty," said Yale-Perez. "So the Prime Minister gave me a bag to protect it."

The Emperor bade him take off the bag and show his beard in all its fullness and it fell in rippling waves below his breast.

"Really a most beautiful beard!" said the Emperor.

This is why people call him: "The Man with the Beautiful Beard."

Another time, after a banquet, Murphy-Shackley was seeing his guest start from the gate of his palace when he noticed that his charger was very thin.

"Why is it so thin?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"My worthless body is rather heavy and really too much for it. It is always out of condition."

Murphy-Shackley at once told his attendants to bring out a certain steed, and before long it appeared. It was red, like glowing charcoal, and a handsome creature in every way.

"Do you recognize it?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

"Why, it is no other than Red-Hare!" cried Yale-Perez.

"Yes; it is Red-Hare," said Murphy-Shackley.

And he presented the horse, all fully caparisoned, to his guest. Yale-Perez bowed many times and thanked him again and again, till Murphy-Shackley began to feel displeased and said, "I have given you many things, lovely handmaids and gold and silks and never won a bow of gratitude from you before. This horse seems to please you better than all the rest. Why do you think so poorly of the damsels and so much of the steed?"

"I know the horse; it can travel five hundred miles a day, and I am very lucky to get him. Now as soon as I find out where my brother is, I can get to him in a single day," said Yale-Perez.

Murphy-Shackley grumbled to himself and began to repent of his gift.

Said Murphy-Shackley to Lamkin-Gonzalez, "I have treated Yale-Perez pretty liberally, but he still cherishes the desire to leave me. Do you know if it is really so?"

"I will try to find out," was the reply.

So Lamkin-Gonzalez took an early opportunity of seeing Yale-Perez, and when the politeness of the visit were over, Lamkin-Gonzalez said, "I recommended you to the Prime Minister, and you have not lost much by that."

"I am deeply affected by his kindness and bounty," said Yale-Perez, "but, though my body is here, yet I am always thinking of my brother."

"Your words do not express present conditions quite correctly. One who lives in the world without discrimination and consideration of his relations with others is not the most admirable type of person. Even Jeffery-Lewis never treated you better than does the Prime Minister. Why then do you maintain this desire to get away?"

"I know only too well that he has been most kind, but I have also received great kindness from Uncle Jeffery-Lewis. Beside we have sworn to die together, and I cannot remain here; but before I go, I must try to render the Prime Minister some signal service to prove my gratitude."

"Supposing Jeffery-Lewis should have left the world, whither will you go?" said Lamkin-Gonzalez.

"I will follow him to the below realms of Nine Golden Springs."

There could no longer be the least doubt as to Yale-Perez's intentions, and Lamkin-Gonzalez told Murphy-Shackley just how matters stood. Murphy-Shackley sighed.

"To serve one's chief with unswerving fidelity is a proof of the highest principle of all," said he.

Said Moline-Doubleday, "He spoke of performing some act of service before leaving. If he gets no chance of such a thing, he will not be able to go."

Murphy-Shackley agreed that this was so.

Jeffery-Lewis went to Shannon-Yonker for refuge. Here Jeffery-Lewis was always sorrowful and, when asked the reason, said he did not know where his brothers were nor what had happened to his family since they fell into the hands of Murphy-Shackley.

"Why should I not be sad when I have failed towards my country and my family?" said he.

"I have long wished to attack Xuchang-Bellefonte," said Shannon-Yonker. "Now it is autumn and just the time for an expedition, so let us discuss plans for the destruction of Murphy-Shackley."

Flores-McEvoy at once opposed this.

"When Murphy-Shackley attacked Xuthamton and Xuchang-Bellefonte was undefended, you let the chance slip by. Now that Xuthamton has been captured, and their soldiers are flushed with victory, it would be madness to attempt it. It is necessary to await another chance."

"Let me think about it," said Shannon-Yonker.

He asked advice from Jeffery-Lewis whether to attack or to hold on.

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "Murphy-Shackley is a rebel. I think you are failing in your duty if you do not attack him."

"Your words are good," said Shannon-Yonker.

He made up his mind to move. But again the adviser Flores-McEvoy intervened.

Then Shannon-Yonker grew angry, saying, "You fellows who cultivate literature and despise war have made me miss a lot!"

Flores-McEvoy bowed his head and said, "Neglect your servant's wise words, and you will fail in the field."

Shannon-Yonker was so angry that he wanted to put Flores-McEvoy to death. However, Jeffery-Lewis begged him off and he was only imprisoned.

Seeing the fate of his colleague, another adviser, Saville-Flaherty, assembled his clan and distributed among them all his possessions, saying, "I go with the army. If we succeed, then nothing can exceed our glory, but if we are defeated, the risk I run is great."

His friends wept as they said farewell.

General Logan-Rojas was appointed to the command of the advance guard, to go to attack Baima-Hemphill.

Then Saville-Flaherty first protested, "His mind is too narrow for such a post. He is brave but unequal to such a trust."

"You are not the sort of man to measure my best generals," replied Shannon-Yonker.

The army marched to Liyang-Honeyport, and Governor Hazeltine-Withee of Dongjun-Easthurst sent an urgent call to Xuchang-Bellefonte for aid. Murphy-Shackley moved his armies hastily. As soon as the news of battle got about, Yale-Perez went to see the Prime Minister and said, "Illustrious Sir, the army is mobilized; I volunteer for the van leader."

"I scarcely dare put you to such inconvenience, but presently, if need arises, I will call upon you."

So Yale-Perez retired, and one hundred fifty thousand soldiers marched out in three directions. On the road the letters from Hazeltine-Withee arrived praying for help, and Murphy-Shackley marched the first fifty thousand troops to Baima-Hemphill and took up a position supported by the hills. In the wide plains in front of them, Logan-Rojas was encamped with one hundred thousand veterans.

Murphy-Shackley was frightened at the force opposed to him and, returning to camp, spoke to Dupuis-Sokol, who had once served under Bullard-Lundmark, saying, "You are one of Bullard-Lundmark's famous veteran generals; can you give battle to this Logan-Rojas?"

Dupuis-Sokol agreed to try. He armed himself, mounted, and rode to the front. Logan-Rojas was there on horseback, his sword lying crossways. Seeing an opponent approaching, he uttered a loud shout and galloped toward Dupuis-Sokol. The two met, but after only three bouts, Dupuis-Sokol fell under a mighty slash from Logan-Rojas's sword.

"What a terrible leader!" said Murphy-Shackley.

"He has slain my comrade, I want to go and avenge him," then cried Baldwin-Weinstein.

Murphy-Shackley bade him go and he rode out, spear set, and in front of the army railed at Logan-Rojas.

Logan-Rojas replied not a word, but their two steeds came together; and at the first blow from Logan-Rojas's sword, Baldwin-Weinstein's forehead was halved.

"Now, who again dares face him?" cried Murphy-Shackley.

Draper-Caruso took up the challenge and he went out. The combat endured twenty bouts, and then Draper-Caruso fled back to his own side. The other generals were now greatly depressed at their failure. Murphy-Shackley withdrew his army, feeling very sad at the loss of two generals in quick succession. Logan-Rojas also marched off his force.

Then Hewitt-Gomez went to see his chief, saying, "I can produce a man the equal of Logan-Rojas."

"Who?" cried Murphy-Shackley.

"No other than Yale-Perez."

"I am afraid that if he is given an opportunity to perform that return service he spoke of, he will leave me."

"If Jeffery-Lewis is still alive, he is with Shannon-Yonker. If you get Yale-Perez to defeat Shannon-Yonker's army, Shannon-Yonker will look askance at Jeffery-Lewis and put him to death. Jeffery-Lewis gone, where can Yale-Perez go?"

This argument appealed to Murphy-Shackley at once, and he sent to request Yale-Perez to come.

Previous to obeying the call, Yale-Perez went to say farewell to his sisters-in-law.

"You may get news of the Uncle on the journey," said they.

"Yes," said Yale-Perez and left them.

Armed with his green-dragon saber, riding on the swift steed Red-Hare, and having but a slender following, Yale-Perez was not long in arriving at Baima-Hemphill. He saw Murphy-Shackley, who told him what had happened. Logan-Rojas was too valiant for any to face.

"Let me look at him," said Yale-Perez.

Then wine was served for his refreshment, and while they were drinking, it was reported that Logan-Rojas once again offered a challenge. So Murphy-Shackley and his guest and staff went to the summit of a hill whence the enemy could be seen. Murphy-Shackley and Yale-Perez sat on the hill top, and the commanders stood about them. Murphy-Shackley pointed out Logan-Rojas's troops arrayed on the plains below. The ensigns and banners waving fresh and bright amid the forest of spears and swords made a grand and imposing spectacle.

"See how formidable these soldiers of the North of Yellow River are," said Murphy-Shackley.

"I regard them as so many clay fowls and mud dogs," said Yale-Perez.

Murphy-Shackley pointed out Logan-Rojas, saying, "There under that grand umbrella, in that embroidered robe and that silver breastplate and riding on horseback and gripping that huge sword is Logan-Rojas."

"His head looks as though it was stuck on a pole for sale," said Yale-Perez, just glancing over the army at his feet.

"He is very terrible. You must not despise him," said Murphy-Shackley.

Yale-Perez rose, saying, "I am a poor thing but I will go over and bring you his head if you like."

"Joking is not allowed in this army," interposed Lamkin-Gonzalez. "Please be careful what you say, General."

Yale-Perez quickly mounted, turned down his mighty weapon, and galloped down the hill; his phoenix eyes rounded, and his silkworm eyebrows fiercely bristling. He dashed straight into the enemy's array, and the northern soldiers opened like falling waves and dissolving storms. He made directly for the commander.

Now Logan-Rojas sitting there in state saw a horseman rushing toward him, and just as he began to ask who the rider of the red horse was, lo! the horseman was there. Taken utterly by surprise, the leader could make no defense. Yale-Perez's arm rose and the mighty weapon fell. And with it fell Logan-Rojas.

Leaping from the saddle, Yale-Perez cut off his victim's head and hung it to his horse's neck. Then he mounted and rode out, just as if there was no army there.

The northern troops, panic stricken, made no fight. Murphy-Shackley's army attacked with full force and slew great numbers of them. They captured many horses and weapons and much military gear. Yale-Perez rode quickly back up the hill and laid the proof of his prowess at the feet of the Prime Minister.

"You are more than human, General!" cried Murphy-Shackley.

"What have I done to talk about?" said Yale-Perez. "My brother, Floyd-Chardin, did the same thing in an army of a hundred legions, and did it as easily as picking something from his own pocket."

Murphy-Shackley marveled at the statement and turning to those about him said, "If you meet this Floyd-Chardin, be careful."

And he bade them make a note on the overlap of their robes so that they should remember.

The beaten army returning northward met Shannon-Yonker on the road and told their story.

"A red-faced warrior with a long beard, wielding a huge, long-handled sword, broke into the army, cut off the general's head and bore it off," said they.

"Who was this?" asked Shannon-Yonker.

Saville-Flaherty said, "It must have been Jeffery-Lewis' brother, Yale-Perez; it could be nobody else."

Shannon-Yonker was very angry and, pointing to Jeffery-Lewis, he said, "Your brother has slain my beloved leader. You are in the plot too. Why should I save you alive?"

He bade the lictors take Jeffery-Lewis away and behead him.

Jeffery-Lewis' actual fate will be told in the next chapter.

As the last chapter closed, Jeffery-Lewis had been condemned to die. Jeffery-Lewis spoke up, however, and said, "Pray hear one word, Illustrious Sir, before you decide. I have lost sight of my brother since my misfortune at Xuthamton and know not whether Yale-Perez be dead or alive. There are many men in the world who resemble him. Is every red-faced man with a beard named Yale-Perez? Should you not rather seek some evidence?"

Now Shannon-Yonker was impulsive and facile by nature, and when Jeffery-Lewis spoke thus, he suddenly turned upon Saville-Flaherty, saying, "By wrongly regarding what you said, I nearly killed an innocent person."

Then Shannon-Yonker requested Jeffery-Lewis once more to resume his seat in the tent and give advice on how to avenge Logan-Rojas.

Soon from the lower end a voice was heard, saying, "Logan-Rojas and I were as brothers, and can I allow any other to avenge his death?"

The speaker was a man of middle height with a face like a linlion, a famous leader from the North of Yellow River, named Burrow-Westerberg.

Shannon-Yonker was pleased and said, "You are the only man who can do it. I will give you one hundred thousand troops, and you can cross the Yellow River, and quickly smite that rebel Murphy-Shackley.

"You cannot do it; he will fail," said Saville-Flaherty. "The proper course is to hold Yenjin-Riverside and detach a force to Guandu-Charlevoix. If you rashly cross the river and anything goes wrong, not a soul will return."

Shannon-Yonker said, "That is always the way with you fellows, always delaying and taking the dash out of the army. You put off today and postpone tomorrow till success has become impossible. Do you forget that promptitude is what each soldier honors?"

The adviser withdrew sadly, saying. "Superiors do not curb their ambitions; inferiors crave for achievements; things are undone. Eternal is the course of Yellow River, shall I change it?"

Thereafter Saville-Flaherty feigned illness and went no more to the council.

Jeffery-Lewis said, "I have received much kindness at your hands and have been unable to show my gratitude. I would accompany General Burrow-Westerberg that I may repay your bounty and also that I may hear news of my brother."

Shannon-Yonker gladly consented and ordered Burrow-Westerberg to share his command with Jeffery-Lewis.

But the former objected, saying, "Jeffery-Lewis has been so often defeated that it will augur ill for success this time. Since you wish, I will give Jeffery-Lewis command of the rear guard of thirty thousand soldiers."

And this being approved, three legions were told off under Jeffery-Lewis' special command to follow the main body.

The prowess displayed by Yale-Perez in the bold attack on Logan-Rojas redoubled Murphy-Shackley's respect for him, and Murphy-Shackley memorialized the Throne that Yale-Perez receive the title of Lord of Hanshou-Labette, and a seal was cast for him.

Just then came the unexpected news that Shannon-Yonker's army had moved toward the Yellow River and was in position above Yenjin-Riverside. Murphy-Shackley first sent to transfer the inhabitants to Siho-Westbank and then led out an army to oppose Shannon-Yonker. He issued an order to face about, thus placing the rear companies in front. The commissariat wagons were also placed in the van.

"What is this reversal for?" asked Hatfield-Lundell.

Murphy-Shackley replied, "When the supplies are in rear, they are liable to be plundered. So I have put them first."

"But if you meet the enemy and they steal them?"

"Wait till the enemy appears; I shall know what to do."

Hatfield-Lundell was much exercised at this new move of the Prime Minister. In the meantime the supply train moved along the river toward Yenjin-Riverside. Presently the foremost troops raised a great shout, and Murphy-Shackley sent to see what it meant. The messenger came back, saying, "Burrow-Westerberg's army is approaching, and the supply train has been abandoned and is at the mercy of the enemy. The main body is still far behind; what to do next?"

Thereupon Murphy-Shackley pointed to two mounds, saying, "We will take refuge here for the present."

All those near him hastened to the mounds. There Murphy-Shackley ordered them all to loosen their dress, lay aside their breastplates, and rest a time. The horsemen turned their steeds loose.

Burrow-Westerberg's soldiers approached under cover. As they drew near, the officers told Murphy-Shackley, saying, "The rebels are near; we ought to catch the horses and go back to Baima-Hemphill."

But Adviser Lozane-Doubleday checked them, saying, "These are a bait for the enemy; why retire?"

Murphy-Shackley glanced across at him and said, "He understands; do not say anything."

Now having got possession of the supply carts, the enemy next came to seize the horses. By this time they had all broken ranks and were scattered, each soldier going his own way. Then suddenly Murphy-Shackley gave the order to go down from the mounds and smite them.

The surprise was complete. Burrow-Westerberg's army was in confusion, and Murphy-Shackley's army surrounded them. Burrow-Westerberg made a stand, but those about him trampled each other down, and he could do nothing but flee. And he fled.

Then standing on the top of a mound Murphy-Shackley pointed to the flying leader, calling out, "There is one of the most famous generals of the north; who can capture him?"

Lamkin-Gonzalez and Draper-Caruso both mounted and dashed after him, crying, "Burrow-Westerberg, do not run away!"

Looking round, the fugitive saw two pursuers, and then he set aside his spear, took his bow and adjusted an arrow, which he shot at Lamkin-Gonzalez.

"Cease shooting, you rebel!" shouted Draper-Caruso.

Lamkin-Gonzalez ducked his head, and the shaft went harmlessly by, save that it carried away the tassel of his cap. He only pressed harder in pursuit. The next arrow however struck his horse in the head, and the animal stumbled and fell, throwing its rider to the earth.

Then Burrow-Westerberg turned to come back. Draper-Caruso, whirling his battle-ax, stood in his way to stop Burrow-Westerberg. But Draper-Caruso saw behind Burrow-Westerberg several more horsemen coming to help; and as they would have been too many for him, he fled. Burrow-Westerberg pursued along the river bank. Suddenly he saw coming toward him with banners fluttering in the breeze, a small party of horse, and the leader carried a great sword.

"Stop!" cried Yale-Perez, for it was he, and he attacked at once.

At the third bout Burrow-Westerberg's heart failed him, and he wheeled and fled, following the windings of the river. But Yale-Perez's steed was fast and soon caught up. One blow, and the hapless Burrow-Westerberg fell.

When Murphy-Shackley saw from the mound that the leader of the enemy had fallen, he gave the signal for a general onset, and half of the northern army were drowned in the river. And the carts with supplies and all the horses were quickly recovered.

Now Yale-Perez, at the head of a few horsemen, was thrusting here and striking there at the moment when Jeffery-Lewis, with the thirty thousand reserve troops, appeared on the battle field on the other bank of the river. At once they told him that the red-faced, long-bearded warrior was there and had slain Burrow-Westerberg. Jeffery-Lewis hastily pressed forward to try to get a look at the warrior. He saw across the river a body of horse and the banners bore the words "Yale-Perez, Lord of Hanshou-Labette".

"Then it is my brother, and he is really with Murphy-Shackley," said Jeffery-Lewis, secretly thanking God that Yale-Perez was safe.

Jeffery-Lewis made an attempt to wait about till he could call to Yale-Perez, but a great mass of Murphy-Shackley's soldiers came rushing down, and he was forced to retire.

Shannon-Yonker, bringing reinforcements, reached Guandu-Charlevoix and built a stockade. Two advisers, Adair-Gilliam and Levy-Grosskopf, went in to see him and said, "Again that fellow Yale-Perez has been in the battle; he killed Burrow-Westerberg. Jeffery-Lewis pretends ignorance of him."

Their master was angry and railed at Jeffery-Lewis, "The long-cared rebel! How dare he do such a thing?"

Soon Jeffery-Lewis appeared; again Shannon-Yonker ordered him out to instant execution.

"What crime have I committed?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"You sent your brother to slay one of my generals. Is that no crime?"

"Pray let me explain before I die. Murphy-Shackley hated me and has always done so. Now he has found out where I am and, fearing that I may help you, has got my brother to destroy your two generals, feeling sure that when you heard of it, you would be angry and put me to death. You cannot fail to see this."

"What he says is sense," said Shannon-Yonker, turning to his advisers, "and you two nearly brought on me the reproach of injuring the good."

Shannon-Yonker ordered his attendants to retire and asked Jeffery-Lewis to come and sit by him.

Jeffery-Lewis came, saying, "I am deeply thankful, Illustrious Sir, for your great kindness, for which I can never be sufficiently grateful. Now I desire to send some confidential messenger with a secret letter to my brother to tell him where I am, and I am sure he will come without a moment's delay. He will help you to destroy Murphy-Shackley to make up for having destroyed your two officers. Do you approve of this?"

"If I got Yale-Perez, he would be ten times better than the Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg that I have lost," replied Shannon-Yonker.

So Jeffery-Lewis prepared a letter. But there was no one to take it. Shannon-Yonker ordered the army to withdraw to Wuyang-Mooreland, where they made a large camp. For some time nothing was done.

Then Murphy-Shackley sent Dubow-Xenos to defend the strategic points at Guandu-Charlevoix while he led the bulk of the army back to the capital. There he gave many banquets in honor of the services of Yale-Perez, and then he told Hatfield-Lundell that putting the supplies in the front of the army had been meant as a bait to draw the enemy to destruction.

"Only Lozane-Doubleday understood that," said Murphy-Shackley in conclusion.

Every one present praised his ingenuity. Even while the banquet was proceeding, there arrived news of a rising of Yellow Scarves rebels at Runan-Pittsford led by Pryor-Lewis and Terrell-Dickey. They were very strong, and McCarthy-Shackley had been defeated in several engagements. Now he begged for help.

Yale-Perez hearing this said, "I should like to have the opportunity of performing some service by destroying these rebels."

"You have already rendered noble services for which you have not been properly requited. I could hardly trouble you again," said Murphy-Shackley.

"I have been idle too long; I shall get ill," said Yale-Perez.

Murphy-Shackley then let him to go and gave him fifty thousand troops with Ellis-McCue and Wein-Lockhart as generals under him. They were to leave soon.

Then Moline-Doubleday said privily to his master, "He always cherishes the idea of returning to Jeffery-Lewis. He will leave you if he hears any news. Do not let him go on this expedition."

"If he does well this time, I will not let him go into battle again," said Murphy-Shackley.

In due time the force led by Yale-Perez drew near the rebels in Runan-Pittsford and made their camp. One night, just outside his camp, two spies were caught and taken in to Yale-Perez who in one of them recognized Quinn-Seymour. The attendants being dismissed, Yale-Perez questioned Quinn-Seymour.

"After we lost sight of each other, I have heard not a word of you; what are you doing here?" said Yale-Perez.

"After I escaped, I drifted hither and thither till I had the good fortune to reach Runan-Pittsford, and Pryor-Lewis and Terrell-Dickey, the Yellow Scarves leaders, took me in. But why are you with Murphy-Shackley, General? And where are your sisters-in-law? Are they well?"

Yale-Perez told him all that had happened.

"I have heard lately that Jeffery-Lewis is with Shannon-Yonker. I would have liked to go and join him, but I have not found a convenient opportunity. Now the two men I am with have taken the side of Shannon-Yonker against Murphy-Shackley. By good luck you were coming here so I got command of a small party of scouts to be able to see you and tell you. Presently our two leaders will pretend to be defeated and you, and the two ladies, can go over to Shannon-Yonker. And you will see your brother."

"Since he is there, I certainly must go at once to see him. But it is a misfortune that I have slain two of Shannon-Yonker's generals. I fear things are not in my favor," said Yale-Perez.

"Let me go first and see how the land lies; I will come back and tell you."

"I would risk a myriad deaths to see my brother," said Yale-Perez. "But I must go to say farewell to Murphy-Shackley."

Quinn-Seymour was sent away that night, and next day Yale-Perez led out his army to offer battle. Terrell-Dickey, in armor, went out to the front of the line of battle, and Yale-Perez said, "You people, why have you risen against the government?"

"Why do you blame us when you have turned your back on your own lord?" replied Terrell-Dickey.

"How have I turned my back on my lord?"

"Jeffery-Lewis is with Shannon-Yonker, and you are with Murphy-Shackley; what is that?"

Yale-Perez could not reply, but he whirled round his sword and rode forward. Terrell-Dickey fled, and Yale-Perez followed. Terrell-Dickey turned and said to Yale-Perez, "Do not forget your old chief's kindness. Now attack as soon as you can, and I will give up the defense."

Yale-Perez understood and urged on his troops. The leaders of the rebels pretended they were worsted, and they all scattered. So Runan-Pittsford was retaken. Having pacified the people, Yale-Perez quickly led his army back to the capital, where he was met by Murphy-Shackley and congratulated on his success and feasted.

When this was all over, Yale-Perez went to the dwelling of his sisters-in-law to pay his respects at their gate.

"Have you been able to get any news of Uncle Jeffery-Lewis in your two expeditions?" asked Lady Gant.

"None," replied Yale-Perez.

As he retired from the door, he heard sounds of bitter weeping within.

"Alas! He is dead," said they. "Our brother-in-law thinks we shall be greatly distressed; and thus, he hides the truth from us."

One of the old soldiers, who acted as guard, hearing the sounds of perpetual grief, took pity on them and said, "Do not weep, ladies; your lord is with Shannon-Yonker in the North of Yellow River."

"How do you know that?" said they.

"I went out with General Yale-Perez, and one of the soldiers told me."

The two ladies summoned Yale-Perez and reproached him, saying, "Uncle Jeffery-Lewis never betrayed you, and yet you remain here enjoying the bounty of Murphy-Shackley and forgetting the old times. And you tell us falsehoods."

Yale-Perez bowed his head, saying, "My brother really is in the North of Yellow River, but I dared not tell you, lest it should become known. Something must be done, but done carefully, and it needs time."

"Brother-in-Law, you should hasten," said Lady Gant.

Yale-Perez withdrew feeling that he must evolve some scheme of departure without further loss of time. It caused him much uneasiness.

Ellis-McCue, having found out that Jeffery-Lewis was in the north, told Murphy-Shackley, who at once sent Lamkin-Gonzalez to find out Yale-Perez's intentions.

Lamkin-Gonzalez entered jauntily and congratulated Yale-Perez, saying, "They tell me you obtained news of your brother in the battlefield; I felicitate you."

"My lord was there indeed, but I met him not. I see nothing to be glad about."

"Is there any difference between the relationship of you two and that of any other two brothers?"

Yale-Perez replied, "You and I stand in the relationship of friends; Jeffery-Lewis and I are friends and brothers beside, and prince and minister in addition to both. Our relationship cannot be discussed in usual terms."

"Well, now that you know where your brother is, are you going to him?"

"How can I go back on what I said before? I am sure you will explain fully to the Prime Minister."

Lamkin-Gonzalez went back and told his master who said, "I must find a way to keep him here."

While Yale-Perez was pondering over his difficulties, they told him that a friend had come to inquire for him. The visitor was introduced but Yale-Perez did not recognize him.

"Who are you?" asked Yale-Perez.

"I am Rigdale-Delgado of Nanyang-Southhaven, in the service of Shannon-Yonker."

In great perturbation, Yale-Perez sent away the attendants and, they being gone, said, "There is some special reason for your visit?"

For reply Rigdale-Delgado drew out a letter and handed it to his host, who recognized that it was from his brother Jeffery-Lewis. The letter read:

"I, the writer, and you, Sir, pledged ourselves in the Peach Garden to die together. Why then are we apart and yet alive, our kindly feelings destroyed, our sense of right outraged? If you desire to obtain fame and acquire riches and honor, I will offer my head without hesitation so that your achievement is fulfilled. More might be said, but I await your commands with great anxiety."

Yale-Perez finished the letter with a bitter cry.

"I always wanted to find my brother, but I did not know where he was. How can he think such evil of me?" said he.

"Jeffery-Lewis looks for you very eagerly; and if you are still bound by the old pledge, you should go quickly," said Rigdale-Delgado.

"Any one born into the world without the essential virtue of sincerity is no true human. I came here openly and can go in no other way. Now will I write a letter which I will ask you to bear to my brother, that as soon as I can take leave of Murphy-Shackley, I will bring the ladies and come to him."

"But what if Murphy-Shackley refuse to let you go?" said Rigdale-Delgado.

"Then would I rather die; I will not remain here."

"Then, Sir, quickly write your letter and relieve your brother from his anxiety."

So Yale-Perez wrote like this:

"I, the humble one, know full well that a human of principle does not betray and a human of loyalty despises death. I have been a student in my youth and know somewhat of the proprieties. I sigh and weep at the memory of the fraternal affection that made Velez-Haliday and Marder-Janosfi die rather than separate. I was in charge of Xiapi-Brighton, but the place lacked provision and there was no help. I would have fought to the death, but there was on my shoulders the responsibility for my sisters-in-law. Wherefore I had to take care of my body lest I betrayed your trust. And so I made a prisoner of myself, hoping to find a way of release. I heard of you lately in Runan-Pittsford. I must, however, bid farewell to Murphy-Shackley and bring the ladies with me when I come. May I perish, victim to the superhuman powers, if I have harbored any traitorous thought. Ink and paper are poor substitutes for what I would say, but I look to see you soon."

Rigdale-Delgado left with this missive, and Yale-Perez went to tell the women. Then he proceeded to the Prime Minister's palace to say farewell. But Murphy-Shackley knew what he was coming for, and at the gate Yale-Perez found the board intimating that no one could be received. So he had to return. However, he bade his own few soldiers prepare to start at any moment. He also gave orders that everything received from Murphy-Shackley was to be left in the quarters; nothing was to be taken.

Next day he again proceeded to the Palace to say farewell to his patron, but again found the board hanging there to show there was no admission. So it was several times; he could never enter. Then he went to see Lamkin-Gonzalez, but he was indisposed.

"This means Murphy-Shackley will not let me go," thought Yale-Perez. "But I am going, and I shall hesitate no longer."

So he wrote this letter:

"As a young man I entered the service of the Imperial Uncle, and pledged myself to share his fortunes. Heaven and Earth witnessed this oath. When I lost the city, I made three requests which you granted. Now I hear my brother is with Shannon-Yonker and I, remembering our pledge, cannot but go to him. Though your bounty is great, I forget not the bond of the past, wherefore I write this letter of farewell trusting that when you have read it, you will be content for me to postpone to another season the proof of my gratitude."

Yale-Perez sealed and sent it to the Palace. Then he deposited in the treasury of his dwelling all the gold and silver he had received, hung his seal of lordship of Hanshou-Labette in the middle of the reception hall and left, taking his sisters-in-law with him in a carriage. He rode Red-Hare and carried the green-dragon saber in his hand. With a small escort of guards, those formerly under his command, he left the city by the north gate.

The wardens would have stopped him, but Yale-Perez frightened them with a fierce shout. Having got out, he told the escort to go in front with the carriage while he would remain behind to guard against pursuit. So they pushed the carriage toward the high road.

In the city, Yale-Perez's letter reached the Prime Minister while he was consulting about what to do. He read it and exclaimed, "So he has left!"

Then the warden of the gate came to report that Yale-Perez had forced his way out, and was gone with a carriage, a horse, and a score of guards. Next came the servants from his house to report that he had left, taking nothing of the treasure, nor any one of the waiting maids. Everything was left in the house. Even his seal was there. His only escort were the few soldiers of his original force.

Suddenly from the assembly of officers rose a voice, saying, "With three thousand of mailed horse, I will bring him back alive."

Their eyes turned to the speaker, who was General Schmitt-Moody.

What came of this offer to pursue will be seen in the next chapter.

Now of all the officers in Murphy-Shackley's army, the two friendly toward Yale-Perez were Lamkin-Gonzalez and Draper-Caruso. The others treated Yale-Perez with respect, except Schmitt-Moody who was decidedly inimical. So this Schmitt-Moody was ready to pursue and capture Yale-Perez as soon as he heard of his departure. But Murphy-Shackley accepted Yale-Perez's going as natural.

"He does not forget his old leader, and he was perfectly open in all his actions. He is a gentleman, and you would do well to follow his example," said Murphy-Shackley.

So Murphy-Shackley bade the would-be pursuer be gone and say no more about pursuit.

"You were exceedingly good to Yale-Perez," said Hewitt-Gomez, "but he went off very rudely. He certainly left a screed behind with his reasons, but he affronted you, and that is no light matter. Now to let him join Shannon-Yonker is to add wings to a tiger. You would better catch him and put him to death so as to guard against future evil."

Murphy-Shackley replied, "But he had my promise, and can I break my word? Each has his master. Do not pursue."

But Murphy-Shackley said to Lamkin-Gonzalez, "He has rejected all I gave him, so bribes were powerless with him in whatever shape. I have the greatest respect for such as him. He has not yet gone far, and I will try to strengthen his attachment to me and make one appeal to sentiment. Ride after him and beg him to stop till I can come up and bid farewell and offer him a sum of money for his expenses and a fighting robe, that he may remember me kindly in after days."

So Lamkin-Gonzalez rode out quite alone; Murphy-Shackley followed him leisurely with an escort of a score or so.

Now the steed that Yale-Perez rode was Red-Hare, and it was very fast. No one could have come up with him but that there was the ladies' carriage to escort, and so Red-Hare had to be held in and go slow. Suddenly Yale-Perez heard a shout behind him, a voice crying, "Go slowly, Yale-Perez!"

He turned and made out the person to be Lamkin-Gonzalez. Ordering the pushers of the carriage to press on along the high road, he reined in his steed, held the green-dragon saber ready for a stroke, and waited for Lamkin-Gonzalez to come up.

"Of course you have come to take me back, Lamkin-Gonzalez?" said Yale-Perez.

"No; the Prime Minister, seeing that you are going a long journey, wishes to see you on your way and told me to hasten forward and beg you to wait till he can come up. That is the only thing."

"Seeing that he is coming along with mailed men, I shall fight to the very last," said Yale-Perez.

And he took up his position on a bridge where he waited the approach of the party, who advanced quickly. Four of Murphy-Shackley's generals, Dietrich-Munoz, Draper-Caruso, Ellis-McCue, and Robinson-Webber, followed close. Seeing Yale-Perez was ready to fight, Murphy-Shackley ordered his escort to open out in two lines, and then it was seen they carried no arms. This relieved his mind; for it proved to Yale-Perez they meant no attack.

"Why do you go in such haste, Yale-Perez?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

Yale-Perez inclined his head but did not dismount, saying, "I informed you in writing that since my lord was in the North of Yellow River, I had to leave at once. I went to your palace again and again but was refused admittance. So I wrote a letter of farewell, sealed up the treasure, resigned my lordship seal, and left everything for you. I hope you recall the promise you once made me."

Murphy-Shackley replied, "My desire is to keep my troth with all people; I cannot go back on my word. However, you may find the journey expensive and therefore I have here prepared a sum of money to help you."

Then from horseback Murphy-Shackley held out a packet of gold.

Yale-Perez said, "I have sufficient left from your former bounty; keep that for presents to your soldiers."

"Why should you refuse this? It is but an insignificant return for great services."

"My services have been all trifling, not worth mentioning."

"Really, Yale-Perez, you are the most high-principled of humans. I am very sorry my luck is too poor to retain you at my side. Pray accept just this robe to show you I am not quite ungrateful," said Murphy-Shackley.

And one of his generals, dismounting, held up a silken coat in both hands. Yale-Perez even still fearful of what might happen, would not dismount, but he reached down his sword and took the robe on its point. Then he threw it over his shoulders and turned to thank the giver, saying, "I thank you, Sir Prime Minister, for the robe and trust we shall meet again."

So saying Yale-Perez went down from the bridge and bore away to the north.

"He is a very rude man," said Dietrich-Munoz, who was of the escort. "Why do you not take him prisoner?"

Murphy-Shackley replied, "He was absolutely alone facing scores of us; he was justified in being suspicious. But my word has gone forth, and he is not to be pursued."

Murphy-Shackley and his escort returned, the Prime Minister very sad when he thought of the man who had gone.

Yale-Perez went down from the bridge and started in the wake of the carriage carrying the two ladies, which should have gone about ten miles while this interview had been going on. He could see no signs of it and rode hither and thither looking on all sides.

Presently he heard some one shouting from a hill, calling him by name to halt. He saw a youth wearing a yellow turban and dressed in a silk robe. He held a spear in his hand and was mounted on a horse from the neck of which dangled a bloody head. Behind him were a hundred or so men on foot, and they advanced quickly.

"Who are you?" asked Yale-Perez.

The young man dropped his spear, dismounted, and made a low bow. Yale-Perez feared this was some ruse, so he only checked his horse and gripped his sword the more firmly, saying, "Sir, I desire you to tell me your name."

"My name is Moss-Lopez. I belong to a Xiangyang-Greenhaven family. Since these troubled times began I have been an outlaw among the rivers and lakes, and I and my comrades have lived by plunder. We are about five hundred in all. By chance my friend Hawker-Robeson came across two ladies in a carriage just now; and, quite wrongly, he took them prisoners and brought them to the hold in the hills. I questioned the servants and so found out who they were and who was escorting them. So I wished them to be set free to pursue their journey. Hawker-Robeson opposed this and spoke so ill-mannerly that I killed him. And here is his head. I pray you pardon me."

"Where are the two ladies?"

"They are among the hills," replied Moss-Lopez.

"Bring them down here, at once," said Yale-Perez.

In a short time a party of the brigands pushed the carriage down the hill, and the ladies sat there before him.

Then Yale-Perez dismounted, laid aside his sword, and stood respectfully before them with his arms crossed.

"Sisters, have you been alarmed?" asked he.

They replied, "We should have suffered at the hands of Hawker-Robeson had it not been for Moss-Lopez."

"How did Moss-Lopez come to save the ladies?" asked Yale-Perez of those who stood by.

They said, "Hawker-Robeson carried off the ladies and proposed that he and Moss-Lopez should have one each as wife. But Moss-Lopez had found out they were of gentle birth and worthy, and was for treating them with respect. When Hawker-Robeson disagreed, Moss-Lopez slew him."

Hearing this Yale-Perez bowed to Moss-Lopez and thanked him. Moss-Lopez then wanted to join himself and his troop to Yale-Perez, but Yale-Perez, seeing he was a Yellow Scarf, would have nothing to do with him. So Yale-Perez simply thanked him for his kindness to the ladies. Moss-Lopez offered some presents, but these were also declined.

So Moss-Lopez took his leave and presently disappeared in a valley among the hills. Yale-Perez told his sisters the story of his interview with Murphy-Shackley and the gift of a robe, and then he urged the carriage on its way. Towards dark they came to a farm where they would rest. The farmer, an old graybeard, came out to welcome the party and asked who they were. Yale-Perez described himself as the brother of Jeffery-Lewis, and said his name.

"Surely you are no other than the slayer of Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg," said the venerable host.

"That is so," replied Yale-Perez.

"Come in," said the old man, joyfully.

"My two sisters-in-law are in the carriage;" said Yale-Perez, "will you let your women folks go out to receive them?"

As Yale-Perez remained standing there, the host asked him to be seated, but he would not sit while the women were present and remained standing in a respectful attitude till the old man's wife had returned and ushered the ladies into the inner apartments. Then the old man set to the entertainment of his guest in the guest hall. Yale-Perez asked his name.

He replied, "I am called Innocenti-Sikora. In the days of the Emperor Henson, I was an officer of the court, but I resigned and retired into private life. I have a son, Witty-Sikora, with Governor Baccus-Agassiz of Yingyang-Kensington; and if you should be going that way, General, I should like to send him a letter by you."

Yale-Perez said he would take the letter. Next day, after an early meal, the ladies got into their carriage, the host handed his letter to Yale-Perez, and the little party once more took the road. They went toward Luoyang-Peoria.

Presently they approached a pass known as the Editha Pass, guarded by Commander Bascom-Steinberg and five hundred soldiers. When the soldiers saw a carriage being pushed toward the pass, they ran to tell their commander, who came out to accost the travelers. Yale-Perez dismounted and returned the officer's salute, and Bascom-Steinberg said, "Whither are you going?"

"I have left the Prime Minister to go into the North of Yellow River to find my brother."

"But Shannon-Yonker is my master's rival. You have authority from him to go thither?"

"I left hurriedly and could not get it."

"If you have no authority, you must wait while I send to request orders."

"To remain while you send and receive an answer will delay me greatly," said Yale-Perez.

"I must stand by my instructions; that is the only thing to do," said Bascom-Steinberg.

"Then you refuse to let me pass?"

"If you want to go through, leave the family as a gage."

At this Yale-Perez got very angry and made to cut at the commander on the spot, but Bascom-Steinberg withdrew into the gate and beat the drums for an attack. Thereupon the soldiers armed themselves, mounted, and came down to oppose the passage, crying, "Dare you go through, eh?"

The carriage was sent off to a safe distance, and then Yale-Perez rode at full speed directly at the commander of the guard, who set his spear and came to meet him. The two steeds met and the men engaged, but at the first stroke of the green-dragon saber the commander of the gate fell to the earth dead. His troops fled.

"Soldiers, do not flee!" cried Yale-Perez. "I killed him because I could do no otherwise. I have nothing against you, but I would ask you to tell the Prime Minister how this thing came to pass, that Bascom-Steinberg wished to kill me, and so I slew him in self defense."

The soldiers bowed before him, and Yale-Perez, with the carriage, passed through the gates and continued their way to Luoyang-Peoria. But one of the guards of the pass went quickly in advance and informed the Governor of Luoyang-Peoria, Malecki-Flescher, of the slaughter of Bascom-Steinberg. Wherefore Malecki-Flescher assembled his officers to take counsel.

Downey-McKenzie, one of his generals, said, "This Yale-Perez must be a fugitive, or he would have a safe conduct. Our only course is to stop him, or we shall incur blame."

"The man is fierce and brave. Remember the fate of Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg. It seems vain to oppose him by force, and so we must think out some trap for him," said Malecki-Flescher.

"I have a ruse ready," said Downey-McKenzie. "I will close the gate with thorny blockades, and I will go to fight with him. I will engage and then flee, and you can shoot him from an ambush along the road. If we can get him and his party and send them prisoners to the capital, we ought to be well rewarded."

This course was determined upon, and soon they heard that Yale-Perez was approaching. Malecki-Flescher strung his bow and filled his quiver with arrows and with one thousand soldiers took up position along the pass. Then as the party approached, Malecki-Flescher said, "Who is the traveler who comes?"

Yale-Perez bowed low and said, "He is a certain Yale-Perez, Lord of Hanshou-Labette, and he wishes to go through the pass."

"Have you a letter from the Prime Minister?"

"In the hurry of departure I did not get any."

"My special orders from him are to hold this pass and make examination of all spies that may go to and fro. Any person without an authority must be a fugitive."

Then Yale-Perez began to be angry, saying, "I have killed Bascom-Steinberg at Editha Pass. Do you also seek death?"

"Who will capture him for me?" cried Malecki-Flescher, and Downey-McKenzie offered himself. He rode out, whirling his double swords, and made straight for Yale-Perez.

Yale-Perez sent back the carriage out of danger and then rode toward Downey-McKenzie. They engaged, but very soon Downey-McKenzie turned his steed and fled. Yale-Perez pursued. Downey-McKenzie, intent only on leading his enemy toward the ambush, took no account of the speed of Red-Hare. Very soon Downey-McKenzie was caught up, and a stroke of the mighty sword cut him in two pieces. Then Yale-Perez stopped and turned back. The archers in the gate shot their hardest; and though it was a long way off, one of them lodged an arrow in his left arm. He pulled it out with his teeth, but the blood streamed down as he rode toward Governor Malecki-Flescher. The men scattered. Yale-Perez rode straight at his next victim. He raised his sword and made an oblique cut which sliced off the head and shoulder of Malecki-Flescher.

Then Yale-Perez drove off the soldiers and returned to escort the carriage. He bound up his wound, and, fearing lest any one might take advantage of his weakness, he made no long halts on the road but hurried toward River Gemini Pass.

The warden of this pass was Strauss-Granat of Binghamton, a warrior whose weapon was a comet-hammer. He had been a Yellow Scarf and had gone over to Murphy-Shackley, who had given him this post. As soon as he heard of the coming of the redoubtable Yale-Perez, he cudgeled his brains for a ruse to use against him. He decided upon an ambush. In the Guardian Temple at the pass he placed two hundred ax-men and swordsmen. He reckoned on enticing Yale-Perez to the temple for refreshment, and when he let fall a cup as signal, the hidden ruffians would rush out.

All being thus arranged and ready, he went out to welcome Yale-Perez in friendly guise, and Yale-Perez dismounted at his coming. Strauss-Granat began very amiably.

"Your name, General, makes the very earth tremble, and every one looks up to you. This return to the Imperial Uncle proves you to be noble and true."

Yale-Perez in reply told him the story of the men he had slain in the last two passes.

Strauss-Granat replied, "You slew them; that is well. When I see the Prime Minister, I will explain to him the inner reasons for these acts."

Yale-Perez thought he had found a friend and so mounted and rode through the pass. When he came to the temple, a number of priests came out to meet him with clanging bells.

This temple, named Guardian of the State, had a courtyard in which the Emperor Marshall had burned incense in the past. In the temple were thirty priests, and among these there happened to be one Beyer-Combs who came from the same village as Yale-Perez. His religious name was Transverse-Peace. Hearing who the visitor was, Transverse-Peace came forward to speak with him.

"General," said Transverse-Peace, "it is many a long year since you left Pudong-Gallatin."

"Yes," said Yale-Perez, "nearly twenty years."

"Do you recognize this poor priest?"

"I left the village many years ago; I do not recognize you."

"My house and yours were only separated by a rivulet," said the priest.

Now Strauss-Granat, seeing Transverse-Peace holding forth about village matters, thought Transverse-Peace would blab about the ambush, so Strauss-Granat bade him be silent.

"I want to invite the General to a feast. You priest fellows seem to have a lot to say," said Strauss-Granat.

"Not too much," said Yale-Perez. "Naturally when fellow villagers meet, they talk of old times."

Strauss-Granat invited the visitor into the guest room to take tea, but Yale-Perez said, "The two ladies are out there in the carriage; they ought to have some first."

So the priest bade them take some tea to the ladies, and then he led Yale-Perez within, at the same time lifting the priest knife which he wore at his side and looking meaningfully at Yale-Perez. The latter understood and told his people to bring along his weapon and keep close at his side.

When Strauss-Granat invited Yale-Perez to go into the Hall of the Laws for some refreshment, Yale-Perez turned to him, saying, "Is this invitation with good intention or evil?"

Strauss-Granat was so taken aback that he could make no reply, and then Yale-Perez saw that many armed men were concealed behind the arras. Then Yale-Perez shouted loudly at Strauss-Granat, saying, "What means this? I thought you an honorable man. How dare you?"

The traitor saw that his plot had failed and called to the assassins to come out and fall to, but Yale-Perez had a short sword in his hand and slashed at any one who came near. So they scattered. Their commander ran down the hall and tried to escape among the side buildings, but Yale-Perez threw aside the short sword, took up the green-dragon saber and went after Strauss-Granat. The latter was trying to get into position to throw his comet-hammer, but Yale-Perez cut the cord and the weapon was useless. Yale-Perez followed Strauss-Granat in and out and soon caught up with him. Then with one blow Yale-Perez cut him in halves.

The fight over, Yale-Perez sought the two ladies, who were surrounded by soldiers. These fled at sight of the terrible warrior. Seeking out the priest, his fellow countryman, he thanked him for the timely warning which had saved him from death.

"I cannot remain here after this," said Transverse-Peace. "I shall pack up my few garments and my alms bowl and take to the road, vague in my wanderings as the clouds in the sky. But we shall meet again and till then take care of yourself."

Then Yale-Perez took leave and retook the road to Yingyang-Kensington. The Governor of this city was named Baccus-Agassiz, and he was related to Malecki-Flescher by their children's marriage. Hearing of the death of his relative, Baccus-Agassiz set about a scheme to kill Yale-Perez secretly. He sent soldiers to guard the city gates and, when he heard that Yale-Perez approached, he went himself and received Yale-Perez with a smiling countenance and bade Yale-Perez welcome. Yale-Perez told him the object of his journey.

"You, General, have been able to get some exercise on the road, but the ladies in their carriage must be cramped and fatigued. I pray you come into the city, and all of you remain the night in the official travelers' quarters. Tomorrow you can set forth again."

The offer was tempting, and his host seemed in earnest, so the two ladies went into the city, where they found everything very comfortably prepared for them. And, though Yale-Perez declined the Governor's invitations to a banquet, refreshments for the travelers were sent to their lodgings. Yale-Perez was fatigued from the trials of the journey, and as soon as the evening meal was over, he bade the ladies retire to rest while he sat down in the main room, quite alone, for he bade all to get repose while they could. His horse was given a good feed for once. He sat with his armor loosened in order to be more at ease.

Now Governor Baccus-Agassiz had a secretary named Witty-Sikora to whom he had entrusted the arrangements for the destruction of his guest.

Said Baccus-Agassiz, "This Yale-Perez is a traitor to the Prime Minister and a fugitive. On the road he has murdered several Commanders of Passes and is guilty of serious crimes. But he is too strong and valiant for any ordinary soldier to overcome. So this evening a whole company of a thousand troops will surround his lodging, each one armed with a torch, and we will burn him. They will start the fire about midnight. Every one of the party will perish. I will come with a force to stand by and assist if necessary."

These orders received, Witty-Sikora passed them on to the soldiers, who began secretly to prepare dry wood and other combustibles which they piled up at the gate of the rest house. Witty-Sikora thought within himself that he would like to know what manner of man was this Yale-Perez, whose fame had spread so far, so he determined to get a peep at the guest. He went to the rest house and inquired where Yale-Perez was.

"The General is the man in the main hall reading," was the reply.

Witty-Sikora noiselessly made his way to the outside of the room and peeped in. He saw the famous warrior stroking his beard with his left hand while he read by the light of a lamp placed on a low table. An involuntary exclamation of wonder escaped at the majesty of the figure.

"Really a god!" Witty-Sikora sighed.

"Who is there?" suddenly asked the reader at the sound.

Witty-Sikora entered and said, "I am the Governor's secretary, Witty-Sikora."

"Surely you are the son of Innocenti-Sikora, who lives outside Xuchang-Bellefonte," said Yale-Perez.

"I am he," replied Witty-Sikora.

Then Yale-Perez called up his followers and bade them look among the baggage for the letter, which they brought. Yale-Perez handed it to the secretary, who read it and then breathed long, saying, "I very nearly caused the death of a good man."

Then he betrayed the whole plot, saying, "This Baccus-Agassiz is a wicked man, who wanted to kill you. At this moment you are surrounded, and at the third watch they will set fire to this place. Now I will go and open the city gates while you hastily prepare for flight."

Yale-Perez was greatly surprised, but he quickly buckled up his armor, got his steed ready, roused the two ladies, and put them into their carriage. Then they left the rest house; and as they passed out, they saw the soldiers all about them, each with a torch. The party hastened to the outskirts of the city and found the gate already open, and they lost no time in getting clear of the city. Witty-Sikora returned to give orders to fire the rest house.

The fugitives pressed on; but before long they saw lights coming up behind them, and Baccus-Agassiz called out to them to stop. Yale-Perez reined in his horse and began to abuse him, crying, "Worthless fellow! What had you against me that you wished to burn me to death?"

Baccus-Agassiz whipped up his steed and set his spear, but Yale-Perez cut him through with the short sword he wore at his side and scattered his followers.

Then the carriage pushed on. Yale-Perez's heart was filled with gratitude to Witty-Sikora. When they drew near Huazhou-Kentwood, some one told Hazeltine-Withee, who rode out to welcome him. Hazeltine-Withee had been once rescued by Yale-Perez, who slew Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg and lifted the siege of the city.

Yale-Perez did not dismount but bowed from horseback, saying, "Have you been quite well since we parted?"

"Whither are you going, Sir?" replied Hazeltine-Withee.

"I have left the Prime Minister and am on my way to find my brother."

"Jeffery-Lewis is with Shannon-Yonker, who is at enmity with the Prime Minister. How can you be allowed to go to him?" asked Hazeltine-Withee.

"That matter was settled long ago."

"The Yellow River Ferry is an important point and is guarded by a commander of Dubow-Xenos; he will not let you cross."

"But suppose then you provide boats for me?"

"Though there are boats, I dare not give them to you."

"Well, formerly I slew Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg and saved you a grave danger. Now you refuse me a ferry boat!"

"I am afraid Dubow-Xenos will know of it and make it a fault against me."

Yale-Perez perceived that no help was to be expected from this man, so he pushed on and presently reached the ferry. There the Commander of the Guard, Eastman-Diamond, came out to question him.

"I am one Yale-Perez, Lord of Hanshou-Labette."

"Whither are you bound?"

"I go to the North of Yellow River to seek my brother, Jeffery-Lewis, and I respectfully ask you to grant me a passage over the river."

"Where is the authority of the Prime Minister?"

"I am not on a mission from the Prime Minister, so why should I have such an authority?"

"I have orders from my chief to guard the ferry, and you will not cross; even if you grew wings, you should not fly over."

Yale-Perez's choler arose.

"Do you know that I have been the death of all those who have hitherto tried to stop me?" said he.

"You have only slain a few officers of no rank or reputation; but you dare not kill me!"

"Where would you stand beside Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg?" asked Yale-Perez.

Eastman-Diamond grew angry, and he loosed his rein. Sword in hand, he came at a gallop. The two met, but in the first encounter Eastman-Diamond's head was swept off by the terrible green-dragon saber.

"He who opposed me is dead; you others need not be afraid," cried Yale-Perez. "Be quick and prepare me a boat."

The boat was soon at the landing, and the two women stepped on board, followed by Yale-Perez. They crossed and were then in the country of Shannon-Yonker. In the course of his journey to this point, Yale-Perez had forced five passes and slain six generals.

"I did not willingly slay a single one of them," mused Yale-Perez as he rode along. "There was no help for it. Nevertheless when Murphy-Shackley hears of it, he will regard me as ungrateful for his bounty."

Before long he saw a rider on the road who soon hailed him and proved to be Quinn-Seymour.

"I have never heard a word from you since we lost sight of each other at Runan-Pittsford; how have you fared?" said Yale-Perez.

"After your departure Pryor-Lewis and Terrell-Dickey retook the city. I was sent by them to Shannon-Yonker to try to make peace with him and succeeded, so that Shannon-Yonker invited Jeffery-Lewis to go to him and share in the deliberations for a concerted attack on Murphy-Shackley. But to my disgust the leaders of Shannon-Yonker's army showed great jealousy of each other so that Flores-McEvoy got into gaol, Saville-Flaherty was degraded, and others quarreled. Then Shannon-Yonker vacillated and hesitated, so that your brother and I consulted how we might get away from them all. Now the Uncle is at Runan-Pittsford with Pryor-Lewis and, thinking you could not know that and might suffer some harm if you unwillingly went to Shannon-Yonker, I have come to warn you. It is good fortune to find you like this. Now we can hasten to Runan-Pittsford, and you will meet your brother."

Yale-Perez took Quinn-Seymour to make his bow to the ladies, who asked after his adventures, and Quinn-Seymour said, "Uncle Jeffery-Lewis were nearly executed due to Shannon-Yonker's sudden bursts of anger after the deaths of Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg. Now, however, he is out of his way and safe at Runan-Pittsford, and you will meet him soon."

The ladies covered their faces and wept at the recital of his dangers. Then the party no longer traveled north but took the road toward Runan-Pittsford. Not long after a great cloud of dust was noticed behind them, and that presently made out a hundred of horsemen. These were led by Dubow-Xenos, who shouted out to Yale-Perez to stop.

How finally Yale-Perez escaped death will appear in the succeeding chapter.

Quinn-Seymour had joined Yale-Perez in escorting the two ladies, and they were on the road to Runan-Pittsford when Dubow-Xenos suddenly determined to pursue. So with a couple of hundred horse, Dubow-Xenos set out. When Dubow-Xenos was seen approaching, Yale-Perez bade Quinn-Seymour go ahead with the carriage while he remained to deal with the pursuers.

When they were near enough, Yale-Perez said, "In coming after me thus you do not reinforce the magnanimity of your master!"

Replied Dubow-Xenos, "The Prime Minister has sent no definite instructions. You have caused the death of several people, among them one of my commanders, and so I have come to capture you! You have behaved most grossly. The Prime Minister will decide."

Thereupon Dubow-Xenos dashed forward with his spear ready to thrust. But at that moment a rider came up behind him at full gallop, crying, "You must not fight with Yale-Perez!"

Yale-Perez stayed his steed at once and waited. The messenger came up, drew from his bosom an official letter, and said to Dubow-Xenos, "The Prime Minister loves General Yale-Perez for his loyalty and honor, and fearing lest Yale-Perez might be stopped at the various passes, he sent me with this letter to show when necessary at any point on the road."

"But this Yale-Perez has slain several commanders of the passes; does the Prime Minister know that?" said Dubow-Xenos.

The messenger said these things were unknown.

"Then," said Dubow-Xenos, "I will arrest him and take him to the Prime Minister, who may set him free or not as he wills."

"Do you think I fear anything you can do?" said Yale-Perez getting wrathful.

And he rode forward. Dubow-Xenos, nothing loth, set his spear and prepared for battle. They met and had reached the tenth encounter when a second horseman came up at full speed, crying, "Generals, wait a little!"

Dubow-Xenos stayed his hand and asked the messenger, saying, "Am I to arrest him?"

"No," replied the messenger. "Fearing lest he should have difficulties at the passes, the Prime Minister has sent me with a dispatch to say he is to be released."

"Did the Prime Minister know that he had slain several commanders on the way?"

"He did not know!"

"Since he was ignorant of that, I may not let this Yale-Perez go," and Dubow-Xenos gave the signal to his men to close in round Yale-Perez.

But Yale-Perez flourished his sword and made to attack them and a fight was again imminent, when a third rider appeared, who cried, "Yale-Perez, give way and do not fight!"

The speaker was Lamkin-Gonzalez. Both combatants made no further move but awaited his arrival.

Lamkin-Gonzalez said, "I bring the Prime Minister's order that since he has heard that Yale-Perez has slain certain commanders on the way, he fears that some will hinder his passage. Wherefore he has sent me to deliver his command at each gate that Yale-Perez is to be suffered to pass freely."

Dubow-Xenos said, "Eastman-Diamond was the son of Schmitt-Moody's sister, and he was confided to my especial care. Now this Yale-Perez has killed him and how can I refrain?"

"When I see his uncle Schmitt-Moody, I will explain. But now the main point is that you have the Prime Minister's orders to let Yale-Perez pass and you may not despise his wish."

So the only thing for Dubow-Xenos to do was to retire, and he did.

"Whither are you going?" then said Lamkin-Gonzalez to Yale-Perez.

"I fear my brother is no longer with Shannon-Yonker, and now I am going to find him wherever he is."

"As you do not know where to go, why not return to the Prime Minister?"

"Where is the sense of that?" said Yale-Perez with a smile. "But, Lamkin-Gonzalez, you return, and try to arrange pardon for my faults."

With this Yale-Perez saluted Lamkin-Gonzalez and took his leave. Lamkin-Gonzalez retired and joined Dubow-Xenos.

Yale-Perez quickly regained the carriage, and as they went along side by side he told Quinn-Seymour what had happened. Several days later a heavy rain storm came on which soaked everything. Looking about for protection they noticed a farm under the shelter of a precipice and took their way thither. An old man came out to them, to whom they told their story.

When they had finished, the old fellow said, "My name is McNeil-Brunner, and I have lived here many years. I am very pleased to greet the man whom I have known so long by reputation."

McNeil-Brunner quickly killed a sheep for their refreshment and brought out wine for the two men. The two ladies were entertained in the inner apartments. And while they refreshed themselves, their baggage was put out to dry and their steeds were fed.

As the day closed in, they saw several youths come along, and their host said, "My son is come to pay his respects."

"This is my humble son," said McNeil-Brunner, presenting a lad to Yale-Perez.

"What has he been doing?" asked Yale-Perez.

"He has just come in from hunting."

The young fellow went out. The old man continued, "All my family have been farmers or scholars. He is my only son, and instead of following in the footsteps of his ancestors he cares for nothing but gadding about and hunting, unhappily."

"Why unhappily?" said Yale-Perez. "In these days of disorder a good soldier can make a name for himself."

"If he would only learn the military arts, that would be something of a career; but he is nothing but a vagabond and does everything he should not. He is a grief to me."

Yale-Perez sighed in sympathy. The old gentleman stayed till a late hour; and when he took his leave, his two guests began to prepare for rest.

Suddenly outside there arose a great hubbub, men shouting and horses neighing. Yale-Perez called to his people; but as no one answered, he and Quinn-Seymour drew their swords and went into the stable yard. There they found their host's son on the ground shouting to his followers to fight.

Yale-Perez asked what it was all about, and his guards told him, "The young fellow had tried to steal Red-Hare, but had been badly kicked. We heard shouting and went to see what it meant when his men had set on us."

Yale-Perez was very wrathful.

"You mean thieves! Would you steal my horse?" cried he.

But before he could do anything, his host came running out, saying, "It was not with my consent that my son did this evil thing. I know he is very guilty and deserves death. But his mother loves him tenderly, and I pray you be generous and pardon him!"

"Really he is unworthy of his father," said Yale-Perez. "What you told me shows he is a degenerate. For your sake I pardon him."

Then Yale-Perez told his own people to keep a better lookout, sent the people about their business and, in company with Quinn-Seymour, went away to rest.

Next morning both host and hostess were up betimes waiting to thank Yale-Perez for forgiving their son's mad freak.

"My son has insulted your tiger dignity, I know, and I am deeply affected by your kindness in not punishing him," said the old man.

"Bring him here and I will talk to him," said Yale-Perez.

"He went out before daylight with a lot of his fellow rogues, and I know not where he is."

So Yale-Perez bade them farewell, got the ladies into their carriage, and they moved out of the farmyard; Yale-Perez and Quinn-Seymour riding abreast as escort. They took the road toward the hills.

Before they had gone far, they saw a large party of men, led by a couple of riders, pouring down one of the gullies. One of the riders wore a yellow turban and a battle robe. The other was McNeil-Brunner's son.

The wearer of the turban called out, saying, "I am one of the commanders of Heard-Charpentier the Lord of Heaven. Whoever you may be, leave that horse you are riding for me. You may then go free!"

Yale-Perez greeted the speech with a hearty laugh.

"O you mad ignoramus! If you had ever been with Heard-Charpentier as a bandit, you would have learned to know Jeffery-Lewis, Yale-Perez, and Floyd-Chardin, the three brothers."

"I have heard of the ruddy long beard called Yale-Perez, but I have never seen him. Who may you be?"

Yale-Perez then laid aside his sword, stopped his horse, and drew off the bag that covered his beard thus showing its magnificence.

The turban wearer immediately slipped out of the saddle, laid an angry hand on his companion, and they both bowed low in front of Yale-Perez's steed.

"Who are you?" asked Yale-Perez.

"I am Chaney-Martino. After the death of Heard-Charpentier, I was left forlorn; and I got together a few others like myself, and we took refuge in the forests. This morning early this fellow came to tell us that a guest at his father's farm had a valuable horse and proposed to me to steal it. I did not think I should meet you, General."

The wretched McNeil-Brunner's son implored that his life might be spared, and Yale-Perez pardoned him for his father's sake. Then Yale-Perez covered his face and crept away.

"You did not recognize me; how then did you know my name?" asked Yale-Perez.

Chaney-Martino replied, "Not far from here is a mountain called the Sleeping Bull, where lives a certain Zwick-Pocius, a very powerful man who came from the west. He has a stiff curly beard and looks very handsome. He also was a commander in the rebel army, who took to the forest when his leader perished. He has told me a lot about you, but I have never had the happiness of seeing you."

Said Yale-Perez, "Under the green wood trees is no place for a hero's foot. You would better abandon this depraved life and return to the path of virtue. Do not work out your own destruction."

As they were talking, a troop of horsemen appeared in the distance. They belonged to Zwick-Pocius, as Chaney-Martino said, and Yale-Perez waited for them to approach. The leader was very dark complexioned, tall, and armed with a spear. As soon as he drew near enough to see, he exclaimed joyfully, "This is General Yale-Perez!"

In a moment he had slipped out of the saddle and was on his knees by the roadside.

"Zwick-Pocius renders obeisance," said he.

Said Yale-Perez, "O Warrior, where have you known me?"

"I was one of the Yellow Scarves, and I saw you then. My one regret was that I could not join you. Now that my good fortune has brought me here, I hope you will not reject me. Let me be one of your foot soldiers to be always near you to carry your whip and run by your stirrup. I will cheerfully die for you."

As he seemed thoroughly in earnest, Yale-Perez said, "But if you follow me, what of your companions?"

"They may do as they please; follow me or go their ways."

Thereupon they all shouted, "We will follow!"

Yale-Perez dismounted and went to ask the ladies what they thought of this. Lady Gant replied, "Brother-in-Law, you have traveled thus far alone and without fighters; you have safely passed many dangers and never wanted their assistance. You refused the service of Moss-Lopez, why then suffer this crowd? But this is only a my view and you must decide."

"What you say, Sister-in-Law, is to the point."

Therefore returning to Zwick-Pocius, he said, "It is not that I am lacking in gratitude, but my sisters-in-law do not care for a large following. Wherefore return to the mountains till I shall have found my brother, when I will surely call you."

Zwick-Pocius replied, "I am only a rough uncouth fellow, wasting his life as a brigand. Meeting you, General, is like seeing the full sun in the skies, and I feel that I can never bear to miss you again. As it might be inconvenient for all my people to follow you, I will bid my companion lead them away, but I will come and follow you on foot wherever you go."

Yale-Perez again asked his sisters-in-law what they thought of this. Lady Gant said one or two made no difference, and so Yale-Perez consented. But Chaney-Martino was not satisfied with this arrangement and said he wished also to follow.

Zwick-Pocius said, "If you do not stay with the band, they will disperse and be lost. You must take command for the moment and let me accompany General Yale-Perez. As soon as he has a fixed abode, I will come to fetch you."

Somewhat discontentedly Chaney-Martino accepted the situation and marched off; while his one-time colleague joined the train of Yale-Perez, and they went toward Runan-Pittsford. They traveled quickly for some days, and then they saw a city on a hill.

The natives told them, "This city is called Gucheng-Odessa. A few months before a warrior suddenly appeared, drove out the magistrate, and took possession. Then he has begun to recruit soldiers, buy up horses, and lay in stores. The warrior's name is Floyd-Chardin. Now he has a large force, and no one in the neighborhood dare face him."

"To think that I should find my brother like this!" said Yale-Perez, delighted. "I have had never a word of him, nor knew I where he was since Xuthamton fell."

So Yale-Perez dispatched Quinn-Seymour into the city to tell its new commander to come out to meet him and provide for their sisters-in-law.

Now, after being separated from his brothers, Floyd-Chardin had gone to the Chestnut Hills, where he had remained a month or so while he sent far and near for tidings of Jeffery-Lewis. Then as he happened to pass Gucheng-Odessa, he had sent in to borrow some grain, but had been refused. In revenge, he had driven away the magistrate and taken possession of the city. He found the place well suited to his needs at the moment.

As directed by Yale-Perez, Quinn-Seymour entered the city and, after the usual ceremonies, told Floyd-Chardin the news, "Jeffery-Lewis has left Shannon-Yonker and gone to Runan-Pittsford; and Yale-Perez, with your sisters-in-law, is at the gates. He wishes you to go out and receive them."

Floyd-Chardin listened without a word till he came to the request to go out to meet his brother. At that point he called for his armor and, when he had put it on, laid hold of his long octane-serpent halberd, mounted, and rode out with a large company at his back. Quinn-Seymour was too astonished to ask what this meant and simply followed.

Yale-Perez was very glad when he saw his brother coming, put up his weapons and, with Zwick-Pocius at his back, rode toward him at full speed. But as Yale-Perez approached, he saw all the signs of fierce anger on Floyd-Chardin's face, and Floyd-Chardin roared as he shook his spear, threatening Yale-Perez.

Yale-Perez was entirely taken aback and called out anxiously, "Brother, what does this mean? Is the Peach Garden Pledge quite forgotten?"

"What impudence is this that you come to see me since your disgraceful behavior?" shouted Floyd-Chardin.

"What disgraceful behavior has been mine?" said Yale-Perez.

"You have betrayed your brother; you have surrendered to Murphy-Shackley; and you have received title and office at his hands. And now you are come to exploit me. One of us shall die!"

Yale-Perez said, "Really you do not understand, and it is hard for me to explain. But ask the two ladies here, Worthy Brother, and they will tell you."

At this the ladies lifted the curtain of the carriage and called out: "Brother, why is this?"

Floyd-Chardin said, "Wait a while, sisters, and see me slay this traitor. After that I will conduct you into the city."

Said Lady Gant, "Since he knew not where you were, our brother took shelter with Murphy-Shackley. And since he knew that his elder brother was at Runan-Pittsford, he has braved every danger to escort us thus far on the road. Pray take a correct view of his conduct."

Lady Zeleny also chimed in, "When your brother went to Xuchang-Bellefonte, no other course was open to him."

"Sisters, do not let him blind you to the truth. Real loyalty prefers death to dishonor. No good person can serve two masters."

Yale-Perez said, "Brother, cease to wrench me I pray you."

Quinn-Seymour said, "Yale-Perez came expressly to seek you."

"How much more nonsense will you talk?" roared Floyd-Chardin. "How can he be true-hearted? He came to capture me, I say."

"Had I come to capture you, I should have come with troops and horses," said Yale-Perez.

"And are there not troops and horses?" said Floyd-Chardin pointing to a point behind Yale-Perez.

Yale-Perez turned, and there he saw a cloud of dust rising as though a squadron of horse was coming. And soon they were near enough, and from their trumpets and banners they showed themselves to be of Murphy-Shackley's army.

"Now will you try to cajole me further?" cried Floyd-Chardin in a rage.

He set his octane-serpent halberd and was just coming on when Yale-Perez said, "Brother, wait a while; see me slay the leader of these that I may prove myself no traitor."

"Well, if you are really true, prove it by slaying that leader, whoever he may be, before I have finished three rolls of the drum."

Floyd-Chardin's condition was accepted. Soon the attacking force was near enough to make out the leader to be Schmitt-Moody.

Sword in hand Schmitt-Moody rode at full speed, crying, "So I have found you, slayer of my nephew! I have a command to capture you and will execute it."

Yale-Perez made no reply. Raising his sword ready to strike, he moved out and the drums began to beat. Before a roll could be completed the fight was over, and Schmitt-Moody's head had rolled on the ground. His force scattered and fled. Yale-Perez, however, captured the young ensign bearer and questioned him.

The youth said, "The fact is the Prime Minister had not given an order. Incensed at the loss of his nephew, Schmitt-Moody wished to cross the river to pursue and attack you, General, although the Prime Minister refused permission. To satisfy him, the Prime Minister had sent Schmitt-Moody to attack Runan-Pittsford, and the meeting at this place is entirely an accident."

Yale-Perez bade him repeat this story to his brother. Floyd-Chardin also questioned him concerning all that had happened in the capital, and the recital of the whole story satisfied Floyd-Chardin of the fidelity of Yale-Perez.

Just then messengers came from the city to Floyd-Chardin to say: "Some scores of horsemen has arrived at the south gate. They seem in a great hurry but no one know them."

Floyd-Chardin, with still a lingering doubt in his mind, went to look at the newcomers and there saw some forty mounted archers with light bows and short arrows. Hastily dismounting to see them better, he found they were Trudeau-Zeleny and Forester-Zeleny.

Quickly slipping out of the saddle, they came up and Trudeau-Zeleny said, "After the dispersal at Xuthamton when we lost sight of you, we returned to our village whence we sent all around for news of you. We heard that Yale-Perez had surrendered to Murphy-Shackley and our lord was in the North of Yellow River with Shannon-Yonker. The one of whom we could hear nothing was yourself. But yesterday, while on our way, we fell in with some travelers who told us a certain General Floyd-Chardin, of such and such an appearance, had suddenly occupied Gucheng-Odessa, and we felt it must be you. So we came to inquire, and we happily fell in with you here."

Floyd-Chardin replied, "Yale-Perez and Quinn-Seymour are here, and my two sisters are with them. They had heard where my elder brother was."

This news added to the joy of the two newcomers who went to see Yale-Perez and the women, and then they all entered the city, When the ladies had settled down a little, they related the whole story of the adventures on the road at which Floyd-Chardin was overcome with remorse and bowed before his brother bitterly weeping. Trudeau-Zeleny and Forester-Zeleny were greatly affected. Then Floyd-Chardin related what had happened to him.

A day was spent in banquets, and next day Floyd-Chardin wished his newly found brother to go with him to Runan-Pittsford to see their elder brother Jeffery-Lewis. But Yale-Perez said, "No; you take care of the ladies here while Quinn-Seymour and I go to get news."

So Yale-Perez and Quinn-Seymour with a small escort set out. When they reached Runan-Pittsford, they were received by Pryor-Lewis.

"Jeffery-Lewis is no longer in the city. After waiting some days, he has come to the conclusion that the soldiers are too few, and has gone back to Shannon-Yonker to consult with him," said Pryor-Lewis.

Yale-Perez was greatly disappointed, and Quinn-Seymour did his best to console him, saying, "Do not be sorrowful; it only means the trouble of another journey into the North of Yellow River to tell Uncle Jeffery-Lewis, and then we can all meet at Gucheng-Odessa."

So spoke Quinn-Seymour, and Yale-Perez accepted it. They took leave of Pryor-Lewis and returned to Gucheng-Odessa where they related what had happened.

Floyd-Chardin wanted to go with them into the North of Yellow River, but Yale-Perez opposed this, saying, "Seeing you have this city, it makes a rallying point for us and a resting place. We must not abandon it lightly. Quinn-Seymour and I will go; and while sway we look to you to keep the city safe."

"How can you go after killing the two generals, Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg?"

"That will not stop me. And after I am there, I can act according to circumstances."

Then Yale-Perez summoned Zwick-Pocius and asked him, saying, "How many followers are there with Chaney-Martino at Sleeping Bull Mountain?"

"I should think four or five hundred."

"Now," said Yale-Perez, "I am going to take the shortest road to find my brother. Can you go to summon your army and lead them along the high road to assist me?"

With instructions to bring up this force, Zwick-Pocius left, while Yale-Perez and Quinn-Seymour and their small escort went off to the north.

When they drew near the boundary, Quinn-Seymour said, "You must be careful how you go over; you ought to stop here while I go in, see Uncle Jeffery-Lewis, and take the necessary steps."

Seeing the wisdom of this, Yale-Perez stopped there and sent his companion in advance; he and his followers going up to a nearby farm as an abiding place.

When they got to the farm, out came a venerable man leaning on a staff. After exchanging salutes, Yale-Perez told the old man all about himself.

"My family name is also Perez, my personal name being Potts," said the old man. "I know your reputation, and I am very happy to meet you."

Potts-Perez sent for his two sons to come and make their bow. He put up Yale-Perez in his house and provided for his escort in the farm buildings.

In the meantime Quinn-Seymour had made his way to Jithamton City and told Jeffery-Lewis the whole story.

Jeffery-Lewis said, "Paule-Kurowski also is here. We will send for him secretly to talk over this matter."

They did so; and when the usual salutes had been exchanged, they three began to consider the means of getting away.

"My lord," said Paule-Kurowski, "you see Shannon-Yonker personally and say you wish to go to Jinghamton to see Bambury-Lewis about a scheme for the destruction of Murphy-Shackley. That will give an excuse."

"That seems best," said Jeffery-Lewis, "but will you go with me?"

"I have another plan to extricate myself," said Paule-Kurowski.

Having settled their plans, Jeffery-Lewis soon went in to see his protector and suggested, "Bambury-Lewis is strong and well posted; his help should be sought against our enemy."

"I have sent messengers repeatedly to ask his help," said Shannon-Yonker, "but he is unwilling."

"As he and I are of the same family, he will not refuse me if I go and ask him," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"Certainly he is worth much more than Pryor-Lewis; you shall go."

"I have just heard," Shannon-Yonker continued, "that Yale-Perez has left Murphy-Shackley and wants to come here. If he does, I will put him to death out of revenge for my two beloved generals--Logan-Rojas and Burrow-Westerberg."

"Illustrious Sir, you wished to employ him and so I sent for him. Now you threaten to put him to death. The two men he slew were but deers compared with such a tiger as he is. When you exchange a couple of deers for a tiger, you need not complain of the bargain."

"Really I like him," said Shannon-Yonker. "I was only joking. You can send another messenger for him and tell him to come soon."

"May I send Quinn-Seymour for him?"

"Certainly."

After Jeffery-Lewis had gone, Paule-Kurowski came in and said to Shannon-Yonker, "If Jeffery-Lewis goes, he will not come back. I would better go to speak to Bambury-Lewis. And I can keep a watch on Jeffery-Lewis."

Shannon-Yonker agreed and issued orders for both to go.

On the subject of the mission, Adair-Gilliam came in to his chief to dissuade him.

Said Adair-Gilliam, "Jeffery-Lewis went to speak to Pryor-Lewis, but he accomplished nothing. Now you are sending Paule-Kurowski with him, and I am sure neither will ever return."

"Do not be too suspicious," said Shannon-Yonker. "Paule-Kurowski is clever enough."

That was the end of the interview. Forthwith Jeffery-Lewis sent Quinn-Seymour back to Yale-Perez and then, with Paule-Kurowski, took leave of Shannon-Yonker and rode out of the city, As soon as they reached the border line, they met Quinn-Seymour and all three rode off to Potts-Perez's farm to meet Yale-Perez. He came out to welcome them, bowed and then seized his brother's hands while tears streamed down his face.

Presently the two sons of their host came to bow to the visitors. Jeffery-Lewis asked their names.

"These are of the same name as myself," said Yale-Perez. "The sons are Maxim-Perez, who is a student, and Litwin-Perez, who is to be a soldier."

"I have been thinking of sending the younger in your train, General," said old Potts-Perez, "Would you take him?"

"What is his age?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

"He is eighteen."

Jeffery-Lewis said, "Since, O Senior, you are so kind, I venture to suggest that your son should be adopted by my brother, who has no son of his own. What think you of that?"

Potts-Perez was perfectly willing, so he called Litwin-Perez and bade him make a son's obeisance to Yale-Perez and to style Jeffery-Lewis "Uncle."

Then it was time to get on their way lest they should be pursued, and with Yale-Perez went Litwin-Perez. Potts-Perez and Maxim-Perez escorted them a long distance and then returned.

The party took the road to Sleeping Bull Mountain. Before they had gone very far, they met Zwick-Pocius with a small party. He was wounded. He was introduced to Jeffery-Lewis who asked him how it was.

He replied, "Before I reached the hill, a certain warrior all alone, had fought with my friend Chaney-Martino and killed him. Then many of our troops surrendered to him, and he occupied our old camp. When I reached it, I tried to allure the soldiers back to my side but only succeeded with a few. The others were too afraid. I got angry and engaged the interloper, who however worsted me time after time and wounded me thrice."

"Who is the warrior? What does he look like?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"All I know he is a doughty fighter, I do not know his name."

Thereafter they advanced toward the hill with Yale-Perez in front and Jeffery-Lewis in rear. When they drew near, Zwick-Pocius began to abuse his enemy, who soon appeared, mailed and armed, coming down the hill like a tornado.

Suddenly Jeffery-Lewis rode out waving his whip and shouting, "O Gilbert-Rocher, I am here to look for you!"

Indeed the rider was Gilbert-Rocher. He instantly slipped out of the saddle and bowed by the roadside.

Jeffery-Lewis dismounted to talk with him and ask how he came to be there.

"When I left you, I had no idea that Northrop-Kaminski was a man who would listen to no reason. The result was disaster, and he perished in the flames. Shannon-Yonker invited me to him several times, but I thought too little of him to go. Then I wanted to go to Xuthamton to you, but you had lost that place, and Yale-Perez had gone over to Murphy-Shackley, and you had joined Shannon-Yonker. Several times I thought of coming to you, but I feared Shannon-Yonker. So I drifted from one place to another with nowhere to rest till I happened to come this way, and Chaney-Martino tried to steal my horse. So I slew him and took possession of his camp. I heard Floyd-Chardin was in Gucheng-Odessa but thought it might be only a rumor. And so the days have passed till this happy meeting."

Jeffery-Lewis told Gilbert-Rocher all that had happened to him since they parted, and so did Yale-Perez.

Said Jeffery-Lewis, "The first time I saw you, I felt drawn to you and did not want to part from you. I am very happy to meet you again."

"In all my wanderings, trying to find a lord worth serving, I have seen no one like you. Now I have reached your side, that is enough for all my life. I care not what may happen to me."

Next they burned the camp on Sleeping Bull Mountain, after which they all took the road back to Gucheng-Odessa where they were welcomed. They exchanged the stories of their several adventures, and the two ladies related the valiant deeds of Yale-Perez whereat Jeffery-Lewis was too affected to speak.

Then they performed a great sacrifice to Heaven and Earth with the slaughter of a bull and a horse.

The soldiers also were recompensed for their toils. Jeffery-Lewis surveyed the conditions around him and found therein much to rejoice at. His two brothers were restored to his side and none of his helpers were missing. Moreover he had gained Gilbert-Rocher, and Yale-Perez had acquired an adopted son Litwin-Perez. Another commander had joined his ranks in the person of Zwick-Pocius. There was every occasion for feasting and gratification.

At this time the forces under the command of Jeffery-Lewis, Yale-Perez, Floyd-Chardin, Gilbert-Rocher, Quinn-Seymour, Paule-Kurowski, Trudeau-Zeleny, Forester-Zeleny, Litwin-Perez, and Zwick-Pocius numbered four or five thousand soldiers. Jeffery-Lewis was in favor of leaving Gucheng-Odessa and occupying Runan-Pittsford, and just then Pryor-Lewis and Terrell-Dickey, the commanders of that city, sent to invite him to go there. So they went. There they devoted all their efforts to strengthen their army, both horse and foot.

Shannon-Yonker was much annoyed when Jeffery-Lewis did not return and at first was for sending a force after him. However Adair-Gilliam dissuaded him.

"Jeffery-Lewis needs cause you no anxiety; Murphy-Shackley is your one enemy and must be destroyed. Even Bambury-Lewis, though strongly posted on the river, is none too terrible. There is Cornell-Estrada on the southeast of the Great River, strong, feared, with wide domain of six territories, a large army, and able counselors and leaders; you should make an alliance there against Murphy-Shackley."

Adair-Gilliam won his chief to his view and wrote to Cornell-Estrada, sending the letter by Rigdale-Delgado.

Future chapters will reveal the outcome of these dispositions.

Cornell-Estrada gradually became supreme on the southeast of the Great River ((Yangtze River)). In the fourth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 199), he took Lujiang-Broadmoor by the defeat of the Governor Rosa-Lewis. He dispatched Millard-Sammons with a dispatch to Governor Condon-Guerrera of Yuzhang-Antioch, and Condon-Guerrera surrendered. Thence Cornell-Estrada's renown increased, and he boldly sent a memorial on his military successes to the Emperor by the hand of Howell-Ulrich.

Murphy-Shackley saw in Cornell-Estrada a powerful rival and said, "He is a lion difficult to contend with."

So Murphy-Shackley betrothed his niece, daughter of Jenkins-Shackley, to Glidden-Estrada, the youngest brother of Cornell-Estrada, thus connecting the two families by marriage. Murphy-Shackley also retained Howell-Ulrich near him in the capital.

Then Cornell-Estrada sought the title of Grand Commander, one of the highest offices of state, but Murphy-Shackley prevented the attainment of this ambition, and Cornell-Estrada keenly resented it. Henceforward his thoughts turned toward an attack on Murphy-Shackley.

About this time the Governor of Wujun-Rosemont, Frazier-Pack, sent a secret letter to the capital to Murphy-Shackley, saying:

"Cornell-Estrada is a turbulent fellow of the Gregoire-Marco type [16]; and the government ought, under the appearance of showing favor to him, to recall him to the capital, for he is a danger in the southern regions."

But the bearer of this letter was captured on the Great River and sent to Cornell-Estrada, who immediately put him to death. Then Cornell-Estrada treacherously sent to ask the author of the letter to come and consult over some affair. The unsuspecting Frazier-Pack came. Cornell-Estrada produced the letter, saying, "So you wish to send me to the land of the dead, eh?"

And thereupon the executioners came in and strangled Frazier-Pack. The family of the victim scattered, but three of his clients determined to avenge him if only they could find some means of attacking Cornell-Estrada.

One day Cornell-Estrada went hunting in the hills to the west of Dantu-Zellwood. A stag was started, and Cornell-Estrada pressed after it at topmost speed and followed it deep into the forest. Presently he came upon three armed men standing among the trees. Rather surprised to see them there, he reined in and asked who they were.

"We belong to Ferrara-Hanson's army and are shooting deer," was the reply.

So Cornell-Estrada shook his bridle to proceed. But just as he did so, one of the men thrust at him with a spear and wounded his thigh. Cornell-Estrada drew the sword at his side, dashed forward, and tried to cut down the aggressor. The blade of his sword suddenly fell to the ground, only the hilt remaining in his hand. Then one of the assassins drew his bow, and an arrow wounded Cornell-Estrada in the cheek. Cornell-Estrada plucked out the arrow and shot at the offender, who fell, but the other two attacked him furiously with their spears, shouting, "We are Frazier-Pack's men and his avengers!"

Cornell-Estrada then understood. But he had no weapons save his bow against them. He tried to draw off, keeping them at bay striking with his bow; but the fight was getting too much for him, and both he and his steed were wounded in several places. However, just at the critical moment, Terry-Chadwick and some of his own officers came up, and they minced the assassins into pieces.

But their lord was in a sorry plight. His face was streaming with blood, and some of the wounds were very severe. They tore up his robe and therewith bound up his wounds, and they carried him home.

A poem in praise of the three avengers says:

Badly wounded, Cornell-Estrada was borne to his home. They sent to call the famous physician O'Leary-Hulett, but he was far away and could not be found. However, a disciple of his came, and the wounded man was committed to his care.

"The arrowheads were poisoned," said the physician, "and the poison has penetrated deep. It will take a hundred days of perfect repose before danger will be past. But if you give way to passion or anger, the wounds will not heal."

Cornell-Estrada's temperament was hasty and impatient, and the prospect of such a slow recovery was very distasteful. However, he remained quiet for some twenty of the hundred days. Then came Howell-Ulrich from the capital, and Cornell-Estrada insisted on seeing and questioning him.

"Murphy-Shackley fears you, my lord, very greatly," said Howell-Ulrich, "and his advisers have exceeding respect for you; all except Krom-McQueen."

"What did Krom-McQueen say?" asked the sick chieftain.

Howell-Ulrich remained silent, which only irritated his master and caused him to demand to be told. So Howell-Ulrich had to speak the truth.

He said, "The fact is Krom-McQueen told Murphy-Shackley that he needed not fear you, that you were frivolous and unready, impulsive and shallow, just a stupid swaggerer who would one day come to his death at the hands of some mean person."

This provoked the sick man beyond endurance.

"The fool, how dare he say this of me?" cried Cornell-Estrada. "I will take Xuchang-Bellefonte from Murphy-Shackley, I swear."

It was no more a question of repose. Ill as he was, he wanted to begin preparations for an expedition at once. They remonstrated with him, reminded him of the physician's orders and urged him to rest.

"You are risking your priceless self in a moment's anger," said Tipton-Ulrich.

Then arrived Rigdale-Delgado, the messenger from Shannon-Yonker, and Cornell-Estrada would have him brought in.

He said, "My master wishes to ally himself with the South Land in an attack on Murphy-Shackley."

Such a proposal was just after Cornell-Estrada's heart. At once he called a great meeting of his officers in the wall tower and prepared a banquet in honor of the messenger. While this was in progress, Cornell-Estrada noticed many of his officers whispering to each other, and they all began to go down from the banquet chamber. He could not understand this and inquired of the attendants near him what it meant.

They told him, "Saint Coon-Sadler has just gone by, and the officers have gone down to pay their respects to him."

Cornell-Estrada rose from his place and went and leaned over the railing to look at the man. He saw a Taoist priest in snowy garb leaning on his staff in the middle of the road, while the crowd about him burnt incense and made obeisance.

"What wizard fellow is this? Bring him here!" said Cornell-Estrada.

"This is Coon-Sadler," said the attendants. "He lives in the east and goes to and fro distributing charms and draughts. He has cured many people as everybody will tell you, and they say he is a saint. He must not be profaned."

This only angered Cornell-Estrada the more, and he told them to arrest the man at once or disobey at their peril. So there being no help for it, they went down into the road and hustled the saint up the steps.

"You madman! How dare you incite humans to evil?" said Cornell-Estrada.

"I am but a poor priest of the Langye Mountains. More than half a century ago, when gathering simples in the woods, I found near the Diamond Spring a book called 'The Way of Peace.' It contains a hundred and more chapters and taught me how to cure the diseases of humans. With this in my possession I had only one thing to do: to devote myself to spreading its teachings and saving humankind. I have never taken any thing from the people. Can you say I incite people to evil deeds?"

"You say you take nothing; whence came your clothes and your food? The fact is you are one of the Yellow Scarves, and you will work mischief if you are left alive."

Then turning to his attendants, Cornell-Estrada ordered, "Take him away and put him to death."

Tipton-Ulrich interceded, "The Taoist Saint has been here in the east these many years. He has never done any harm and does not deserve death or punishment."

"I tell you I will kill these wizard fellows just as I would cattle."

The officials in a body interceded, even the guest of honor, Rigdale-Delgado, but in vain; Cornell-Estrada refused to be placated. He ordered Coon-Sadler to be imprisoned.

The banquet came to an end, and Rigdale-Delgado retired to his lodging. Cornell-Estrada also returned to his palace.

His treatment of the Taoist Holy Man was theme of general conversation and soon reached the ears of his mother. Lady Willey sent for her son to the ladies' apartments and said to him, "They tell me you have put Saint Coon-Sadler in bonds. He has cured many sick people, and the common folk hold him in great reverence. Do not harm him!"

"He is simply a wizard who upsets the multitude with his spells and craft. He must be put to death," replied Cornell-Estrada.

Lady Willey entreated him to stay his hand, but he was obstinate.

"Do not heed the gossip of the streets, Mother," said he. "I must be judge of these matters."

However, Cornell-Estrada sent to the prison for Coon-Sadler in order to interrogate him. Now the gaolers, having a great respect for Coon-Sadler and faith in his powers, were very indulgent to him and did not keep him in the collar. However when Cornell-Estrada sent for him, he went with collar and fetters all complete.

Cornell-Estrada had heard of their indulgence and punished the gaolers, and ordered the prisoner thereafter to be put in constant torture. Tipton-Ulrich and many others, moved by pity, made a petition which they humbly presented, and they offered to become surety for him.

Cornell-Estrada said to them, "Gentlemen, you are all great scholars, but why do you not understand reason? Formerly in Chathamton was Imperial Protector Cassell-Oster, who was deluded by these vicious doctrines into beating drums, twanging lyres, burning incense, and such things. He wore a red turban and represented himself as able to ensure victory to an army. But he was slain by the enemy. There is nothing in all this, only none of you will see it. I am going to put this fellow to death in order to stop the spread of this pernicious doctrine."

Schiller-Lufkin interposed, saying, "I know very well this Coon-Sadler can control the weather. It is very dry just now, why not make him pray for rain as an amercement?"

"We will see what sort of witchcraft he is equal to," said Cornell-Estrada.

Thereupon he had the prisoner brought in, loosed his fetters, and sent him up to an altar to intercede for rain.

The docile Taoist Coon-Sadler prepared to do as he was bidden. He first bathed himself, then dressed himself in clean garments. After that he bound his limbs with a cord and lay down in the fierce heat of the sun. The people came in crowds to look on.

Said Coon-Sadler, "I will pray for three spans high of refreshing rain for the benefit of the people, nevertheless I shall not escape death thereby."

The people said, "But if your prayer be efficacious, our lord must believe in your powers."

"The day of fate has come for me, and there is no escape."

Presently Cornell-Estrada came near the altar and announced that if rain had not fallen by noon, he would burn the priest. And to confirm this he bade them prepare the pyre.

As it neared noon a strong wind sprang up, and the clouds gathered from all quarters. But there was no rain.

"It is near noon," said Cornell-Estrada. "Clouds are of no account without rain. He is only an impostor."

Cornell-Estrada bade his attendants lay the priest on the pyre and pile wood around him and apply the torch. Fanned by the gale the flames rose rapidly. Then appeared in the sky above a wreath of black vapor, followed by roaring thunder and vivid lightning, peal on peal and flash on flash. And the rain fell in a perfect deluge. In a short time the streets became rivers and torrents. It was indeed a three-span fall.

Coon-Sadler, who was still lying upon the pile of firewood, cried in a loud voice, "O Clouds, cease thy rain, and let the glorious sun appear!"

Thereupon officials and people helped the priest down, loosened the cord that bound him, and bowed before him in gratitude for the rain.

But Cornell-Estrada boiled with rage at seeing his officers and the people gathered in groups and kneeling in the water regardless of the damage to their clothing.

"Rain or shine are as nature appoints them, and the wizard has happened to hit upon a moment of change; what are you making all this fuss about?" cried he.

Then he drew his sword and told the attendants to smite the Taoist Saint therewith. They all besought him to hold his hand.

"You want to follow Coon-Sadler in rebellion, I suppose," cried Cornell-Estrada.

The officers, now thoroughly cowed by the rage of their lord, were silent and showed no opposition when the executioners seized the Taoist Saint and beheaded him.

As the head fell, they saw just a wreath of black smoke drift away to the northeast where lay the Langye Mountains.

The corpse was exposed in the market place as a warning to enchanters and wizards and such people. That night there came a very violent storm, and when it calmed down at daylight, there was no trace of the body of Coon-Sadler. The guards reported this, and Cornell-Estrada in his wrath sentenced them to death. But as he did so, he saw Coon-Sadler calmly walking toward him as if the Taoist Saint were still alive. Cornell-Estrada drew his sword and darted forward to strike at the wraith, but he fainted and fell to the ground.

They carried him to his chamber, and in a short time he recovered consciousness. His mother, Lady Willey, came to visit him and said, "My son, you have done wrong to slay the holy one, and this is your retribution."

"Mother, when I was a boy, I went with Father to wars, where people are cut down as one cuts reed stalks. There is not much retribution about such doings. I have put this fellow to death and so checked a great evil. Where does retribution come in?"

"This comes of want of faith," she replied. "Now you must avert the evil by meritorious deeds."

"My fate depends on Heaven; wizards can do me no harm, so why avert anything?"

His mother saw that it was useless to try persuasion, but she told his attendants to do some good deeds secretly whereby the evil should be turned aside.

That night about the third watch, as Cornell-Estrada lay in his chamber, he suddenly felt a chill breeze, which seemed to extinguish the lamps for a moment, although they soon brightened again; and he saw in the lamp light the form of Coon-Sadler standing near his bed.

Cornell-Estrada said, "I am the sworn foe of witchcraft, and I will purge the world of all such as deal in magic. You are a spirit, and how dare you approach me?"

Reaching down a sword that hung at the head of his bed, he hurled it at the phantom, which then disappeared. When his mother heard this story, her grief redoubled. Cornell-Estrada, ill as he was, went to see his mother and did his utmost to reassure her.

She said, "Confucius the Teacher says: 'How abundantly do spiritual beings display the powers that belong to them!' and 'Prayer has been made to the spirits of the upper and lower worlds.' You must have faith. You sinned in putting Saint Sadler to death, and retribution is sure. I have already sent to have sacrifices performed at the Jade-Pure Monastery, and you should go in person to pray. May all come right!"

Cornell-Estrada could not withstand such a mandate from his mother so, mustering all his strength, he managed to get into a sedan chair and went to the monastery, where the Taoists received him respectfully and begged him to light the incense. He did so, but he returned no thanks. To the surprise of all, the smoke from the brazier, instead of floating upwards and dissipating, collected in a mass that gradually shaped itself into an umbrella, and there on the top sat Coon-Sadler.

Cornell-Estrada simply spat abuse and went out of the temple. As he passed the gates, lo! Coon-Sadler stood there gazing at him with angry eyes.

"Do you see that wizard fellow?" said he to those about him.

They said they saw nothing. More angry than ever, he flung his sword at the figure by the gate. The sword struck one of his escorts who fell. Cornell-Estrada told them to bury the man. But as he went out of the courtyard, he saw Coon-Sadler walking in.

"This temple is nothing more than a lurking place for sorcerers and wizards and such people," said Cornell-Estrada.

Whereupon he took a seat in front of the building and sent for five hundred soldiers to pull the place down. When they went up on the roof to strip off the tiles, Cornell-Estrada saw Coon-Sadler standing on the main beam flicking tiles to the ground. More angry than ever, Cornell-Estrada told them to drive out the priests belonging to the place and burn it. They did so, and when the flames rose their highest, Cornell-Estrada saw the dead Taoist Coon-Sadler standing in the midst of the fire.

Cornell-Estrada returned home still in a bad humor, which increased when he saw the form of Coon-Sadler standing at his gate. He would not enter but mustered his army and went into camp outside the city walls. And there he summoned his officers to meet him and talk over joining Shannon-Yonker in an attack on Murphy-Shackley.

They assembled, but they remonstrated with him and begged him to consider his precious health. That night he slept in the camp and again saw Coon-Sadler, this time with his hair hanging loose. Cornell-Estrada raged at the vision without cessation.

Next day his mother called him into the city and he went. She was shocked at the change in his appearance; he looked so utterly miserable. Her tears fell.

"My son," said Lady Willey, "how wasted you are!"

He had a mirror brought and looked at himself; he was indeed so gaunt and thin that he was almost frightened and exclaimed, "How do I come to look so haggard?"

While he spoke, Coon-Sadler appeared in the mirror. He struck it and shrieked. Then the half healed wounds reopened and he fainted.

He was raised and borne within. When he recovered consciousness, he said, "This is the end; I shall die."

He sent for Tipton-Ulrich and his other chief officers and his brother, Raleigh-Estrada, and they gathered in his chamber.

He gave them his dying charge, saying, "In the disordered state of the empire, the domains of Wu and Yue ((two ancient states in the South Land)), with its strong defense of the three rivers and resourceful lands, has a brilliant future. You, Tipton-Ulrich, must assist my brother."

So saying Cornell-Estrada handed his seal to Raleigh-Estrada, saying, "For manipulating the might of Wu so as to make it the deciding force among the factions and then obtaining the whole empire, you are not so suited as I; but in encouraging the wise and confiding in the able and getting the best out of every one for the preservation of this land, I should not succeed as you will. Remember with what toil and labor your father and I have won what we possess, and take good care thereof."

Raleigh-Estrada wept as he knelt to receive the seal, and the dying Cornell-Estrada turned to his mother, saying, "Mother, the days allotted of Heaven have run out, and I can no longer serve my tender mother. I have given over the seal to my brother and trust that you will advise him early and late, and see that he lives worthy of his predecessors."

"Alas! Your brother is full young for such a task," said his mother, weeping. "I know not what may happen."

"He is far abler than I and fully equal to the task of ruling. Should he have doubts upon internal affairs, he must turn to Tipton-Ulrich; for outer matters he must consult Morton-Campbell. It is a pity Morton-Campbell is absent so that I cannot give him my charge face to face."

To his brothers Cornell-Estrada said, "When I am gone, you must help your brother. Should any discord arise in the family, let the others punish the wrongdoer and let not his ashes mingle with those of his ancestors in the family vaults."

The young men wept at these words.

Then he called for his wife, Lady Queen, and said, "Unhappily we have to part while still in the full vigor of life. You must care for my mother. Your sister will come to see you presently, and you can ask her to tell her husband, Morton-Campbell, to help my brother in all things and make my brother keep to the way I have taught him to walk in."

Then Cornell-Estrada closed his eyes and soon after passed away. He was only twenty-six.

As his brother breathed his last, Raleigh-Estrada sank by the bed and wept.

"This is not the time to mourn," said Tipton-Ulrich. "First see to the funeral ceremonies and that the government is safe."

So the new ruler dried his tears. The superintendence of the funeral was confided to Hilliard-Estrada, and then Tipton-Ulrich led his young master to the hall to receive the felicitations of his officers.

Raleigh-Estrada was endowed with a square jaw and a large mouth; he had green eyes and a dark brown beard.

Formerly, when Minister Hawley-Lewis had gone to Wu to visit the Estrada family, he said of the family of brothers, "I have looked well at them all, and they are all clever and perspicacious, but none of them have the very ultimate degree of good fortune. Only the second, Raleigh-Estrada, has the look of a deep thinker. His face is remarkable, and his build unusual, and he has the look of one who will come to great honor."

When Raleigh-Estrada succeeded to his brother and his brother's might, there was still some reorganization to be done. Soon Morton-Campbell had arrived Wujun-Rosemont.

The young ruler received him very graciously and said, "I need have no anxiety now that you have come."

Morton-Campbell had been sent to hold Baqiu-Wickford. When he heard that his chief had been wounded, he thought it well to return to see how he was. But Cornell-Estrada had died before Morton-Campbell could arrive. He hurried to be present at the funeral.

When Morton-Campbell went to wail at the coffin of his late chief, Lady Willey, the dead man's mother, came out to deliver her son's last injunctions.

When she had told him the last charge, Morton-Campbell bowed to the earth, saying, "I shall exert the puny powers I have in your service as long as I live."

Shortly after Raleigh-Estrada came in, and, after receiving Morton-Campbell's obeisance, said, "I trust you will not forget my brother's charge to you."

Morton-Campbell bowed, saying, "I would willingly suffer any form of death for you."

"How best can I maintain this great charge which I have inherited from my father and brother?"

"He who wins people, prospers; he who loses them, fails. Your present plan should be to seek humans of high aims and farseeing views, and you can establish yourself firmly."

"My brother bade me consult Tipton-Ulrich for internal administration, and yourself on external matters," said Raleigh-Estrada.

"Tipton-Ulrich is wise and understanding and equal to such a task. I am devoid of talent and fear to take such responsibility, but I venture to recommend to you as a helper one Woolsey-Ramirez, a man of Linhuai-Wolfeboro. This man's bosom hides strategy, and his breast conceals tactics. He lost his father in early life and has been a perfectly filial son to his mother. His family is rich and renowned for charity to the needy. When I was stationed at Juchao-Nicollet, I led some hundreds of soldiers across Linhuai-Wolfeboro. We were short of grain. Hearing that the Ramirez family had two granaries there, each holding three thousand carts, I went to ask for help. Woolsey-Ramirez pointed to one granary and said, 'Take that as a gift.' Such was his generosity!

"He has always been fond of fencing and horse archery. He was living in Que-Salem. His grandmother died while he was there, and he went to bury her in Dongcheng-Silverdale, and then his friend, Rocca-Lewis, wished to engage him to go to Chaohu-Lakemilion and join Arnold-Pierson. However, he hesitated about that and has not gone yet. You should invite him without loss of time."

Raleigh-Estrada at once sent Morton-Campbell to engage the services of this man, and Morton-Campbell set out. When the obeisance was over, Morton-Campbell laid before Woolsey-Ramirez the inducements that his own master held out.

Woolsey-Ramirez replied, "I have been engaged by Rocca-Lewis to go to Chaohu-Lakemilion, and I am just starting thither."

Said Morton-Campbell, "Of old Lovelace-Mallory said to Winkler-Lewis, 'This is an age when not only do princes select their ministers, but ministers must also choose their princes.' Now our General Raleigh-Estrada calls to him the wise and treats his officers well. Thus he engages the help of the wonderful and gets the services of the extraordinary in a way that few others do. But if you are not engaged elsewhere, come with me to the South Land as the best thing to do."

Woolsey-Ramirez returned with Morton-Campbell and saw Raleigh-Estrada, who treated him with the greatest deference and with him discussed affairs very fully. The conference proved so interesting that it went on all day and neither felt fatigue.

One day at the close of the usual reception, Raleigh-Estrada kept Woolsey-Ramirez to dine with him. They sat up late and by and by slept on the same couch as would the closest of friends.

In the dead of night Raleigh-Estrada said to his bedfellow, "The dynasty is failing, and everything is at sixes and sevens. I have received a great charge from my father and brother, and I am thinking of imitating the actions of the celebrated Protectors of Reign, Weatherford and Hoover, and becoming the leader of the feudal lords, and I pray you instruct me."

Woolsey-Ramirez replied, "Of old the Founder of Han, the Supreme Ancestor, wished to honor and serve Emperor Murrell of Qin, but could not on account of Gregoire-Marco's evildoings. Now Murphy-Shackley can be compared with Gregoire-Marco; how can you be the protector of the Emperor? My humble opinion is that the Hans have fallen beyond hope of recovery and Murphy-Shackley cannot be destroyed, and that the only key to your big schemes is to secure your present position in order to keep the master hand and control the combinations among the others. Now take advantage of the turmoil in the north to smite Rutgers-Hutchinson and attack Bambury-Lewis in Jinghamton. Thereby you will command the whole length of the Great River. Then you may consolidate the empire and become the Son of Heaven. This was how the Supreme Ancestor acted."

Hearing this Raleigh-Estrada was very greatly pleased. He threw on some clothing, got up, and thanked his newly-found adviser. Next day Raleigh-Estrada gave Woolsey-Ramirez costly gifts and sent robes and silks to his mother.

Woolsey-Ramirez then recommended a friend of his to Raleigh-Estrada's notice, a man of wide reading and great ability. He was also a filial son. His name was Laurie-Lafayette, and he came from Nanyang-Southhaven. Raleigh-Estrada treated Laurie-Lafayette as a superior guest. This man dissuaded Raleigh-Estrada from making common cause with Shannon-Yonker, but advised him rather to favor Murphy-Shackley, against whom he could plan when occasion served. Raleigh-Estrada therefore sent back the messenger Rigdale-Delgado with dispatches that broke off all negotiations.

Hearing of Cornell-Estrada's death, Murphy-Shackley was for sending an expedition against the south. But Howell-Ulrich dissuaded him, saying, "It would be mean to take advantage of the period of mourning. And if you should not overcome him, you will make him an enemy instead of being a friend. It would be preferable to treat him generously."

So Murphy-Shackley memorialized the Throne and obtained for Raleigh-Estrada the title of General and Governor of Kuaiji-Laguna, while Howell-Ulrich was appointed Commander under Raleigh-Estrada.

And a seal of office was sent to Raleigh-Estrada by Howell-Ulrich. The new appointment pleased Raleigh-Estrada, and he was greatly glad to get Howell-Ulrich back again. Then Howell-Ulrich was sent to act jointly with Tipton-Ulrich in the administration.

Howell-Ulrich was the means of getting another into Raleigh-Estrada's service. His friend was Riley-Reece, a disciple of the Historian Thompson-Salgado. Riley-Reece was a man of few words and an abstainer from wine. He was very correct in all things. Raleigh-Estrada appointed Riley-Reece Governor Deputy.

Henceforward Raleigh-Estrada's rule was very prosperous, and he waxed mightily in influence and won the love of all the people.

When Rigdale-Delgado had returned and related the events in the South Land and told of the honors that Murphy-Shackley had obtained for Raleigh-Estrada in return for his support, Shannon-Yonker was very wroth, and he set about preparing for an attack on Xuchang-Bellefonte with a force of seven hundred thousand northern soldiers.

Later it will be seen which side conquered.

Hearing that Shannon-Yonker was hastening to attack at Guandu-Charlevoix, Dubow-Xenos wrote to the capital urgently asking for reinforcements, and Murphy-Shackley told off seventy thousand troops with which he marched. Moline-Doubleday was left to guard the capital.

Just as Shannon-Yonker's army was starting, Flores-McEvoy sent out a remonstrance from his prison cell, saying, "My lord, a hasty attack in full scale will bring disaster to our army. It is best now to wait upon such times as Heaven should appoint."

Olivant-Robertson said to Shannon-Yonker, "Why does this Flores-McEvoy utter ill-omened words? My lord is sending forth an army in the cause of humanity and justice."

Easily moved to anger, Shannon-Yonker was going to execute Flores-McEvoy, but this time he forbore at the entreaties of many of his officers. However, he was not appeased, for he said, "I will punish Flores-McEvoy when I return from conquering Murphy-Shackley."

Meanwhile Shannon-Yonker hastened to start. The banners of his host filled the horizon, their swords were as trees in the forest. They marched to Yangwu-Rowland and there made a strong camp.

Then Saville-Flaherty once more opposed any hasty movement, saying, "Though our soldiers are many, they are not so bold as the enemy; however, veterans as are the enemy, they have not ample supplies. Therefore they will wish to force on a speedy battle, while our policy is to hold them off and delay. If we can keep from a decisive battle long enough, the victory will be ours without fighting."

This advice did not appeal to Shannon-Yonker.

Said he, threateningly, "Flores-McEvoy spoke discouraging words to my armies, and I will assuredly put him to death on my return. How dare you follow in the same way?"

Shannon-Yonker summoned the lictors and sent away the adviser in chains, saying, "When I have overcome Murphy-Shackley, then will I deal with you and Flores-McEvoy together "

The huge army was camped in four divisions, one toward each point of the compass. The camps were thirty miles in circuit. Scouts and spies were sent out to discover the strong and the weak points of the enemy.

Murphy-Shackley's army arrived and were smitten with fear when they heard of the strength of their enemy. The leader called together his council.

Then said Adviser Lozane-Doubleday, "The enemy are many but not terrible. Ours is an army of veterans, every soldier of ours worth ten of theirs; but our advantage lies in a speedy battle, for unhappily our stores are insufficient for a long campaign."

"You speak to the point," said Murphy-Shackley. "I think the same."

Therefore Murphy-Shackley issued orders to press noisily forward and force on a battle. Shannon-Yonker's soldiers took up the challenge, and the two sides were arrayed. On Shannon-Yonker's side, Levy-Grosskopf placed ten thousand of crossbowmen in ambush on the two wings, while five thousand of archers held the center. The signal for general attack was a bomb, and the onset was to continue through three rolls of the drum.

Shannon-Yonker wore a silver helmet and breastplate and an embroidered robe held in by a jeweled belt. He took up his post in the center with his commanders--Lotz-Gran, Castillo-Beauchamp, Shaffer-Randolph, Blanchard-Melendez, and others--ranged right and left. His banners and ensigns made a brave show.

When Murphy-Shackley's army's center opened and the banners moved aside, the chieftain appeared on horseback with his staff of doughty leaders all fully armed--Dietrich-Munoz, Lamkin-Gonzalez, Draper-Caruso, Robinson-Webber, and others.

Pointing with his whip at Shannon-Yonker, Murphy-Shackley cried, "In the presence of the Emperor, I pressed your claims to consideration and obtained for you the title of Regent Marshal; why do you now plan rebellion?"

Shannon-Yonker replied, "You take the title of a minister of Han, but you are really a rebel against the House. Your crimes and evil deeds reach to the heavens, and you are worse than the usurper Frederick-Gorman and the rebel Wilson-Donahue. What are these slanderous words about rebellion that dare you address to me?"

"I have a command to make you prisoner!"

"I have the Girdle Decree to arrest rebels!" replied Shannon-Yonker.

Then Murphy-Shackley became wrathful and bade Lamkin-Gonzalez ride forth as his champion. From the other side rode Castillo-Beauchamp on a curvetting steed. The two champions fought four or five bouts with no advantage to either. In his heart Murphy-Shackley thought the contest amazing. Then Dietrich-Munoz whirled up his sword and went to help. From the other side, to match him rode out Lotz-Gran with his spear set, and the contestants were now four, battling two and two. Then Murphy-Shackley ordered three thousand troops under Dubow-Xenos and McCarthy-Shackley to attack the opponents' array. Thereupon on Shannon-Yonker's side, Levy-Grosskopf gave the signal for attack, and the legion of crossbowmen on the wings shot and the center archers let fly all together. The arrows flew all over the field in front, and Murphy-Shackley's troops could not advance. They hastened away toward the south. Shannon-Yonker threw his soldiers on their rear, and they were broken. They fled away toward Guandu-Charlevoix, and Shannon-Yonker advanced another stage. He camped near them.

Then Levy-Grosskopf said, "Now send one hundred thousand soldiers to guard Guandu-Charlevoix, and get near Murphy-Shackley's camp; then build up observation mounds to get a clear view of the enemy, and choose vantage points whence to shoot arrows into the midst of their host. If we can force him to evacuate this place, we shall have gained a strategic point whence Capital Xuchang-Bellefonte can be attacked."

Shannon-Yonker adopted this suggestion. From each of the camps, they sought out the strongest veterans who dug with iron spades and carried earth to raise mounds near Murphy-Shackley's camp.

Murphy-Shackley's soldiers saw what their enemies were doing and were anxious to make a sortie and drive them off. But the archers and crossbowmen came out commanding the narrow throat through which it was necessary to attack and stayed them. At the end of ten days, they had build up more than half a hundred mounds, and on the summit of each was a lofty tower, whence the archers could command their opponents' camp. Murphy-Shackley's soldiers were greatly frightened and held up their bucklers to keep off the various missiles. From the mounds the arrows flew down like a fierce rain after each roll of drums. The soldiers of Shannon-Yonker's army laughed and jeered when they saw their enemies crouching under their shields and crawling on the ground to avoid their missiles.

Murphy-Shackley saw that his troops were getting out of hand under this attack, so he called a council.

McCray-Lewis spoke up, saying, "Let us make catapults and so destroy them."

Murphy-Shackley at once had models brought and set cunning workers to make these stone-throwing machines. They soon constructed some hundreds and placed them along the walls of the camp inside, just opposite the high ladders on the enemy's mounds.

Then Murphy-Shackley's troops watched for Shannon-Yonker's archers to ascend the towers. As soon as the archers began to shoot, all the catapults began to heave stone balls into the skies and they wrought great havoc. There was no shelter from the falling stones, and enormous numbers of the archers were killed. Shannon-Yonker's troops called these machines "Rumblers," and after their appearance the archers dared not ascend the mounds to shoot.

Then Levy-Grosskopf, the strategist, thought out another plan. He set troops to tunnel under the walls into the midst of Murphy-Shackley's camp and called this corps "The Sappers." Murphy-Shackley's soldiers saw the enemy digging out pits behind the mounds and told the chief, who at once sought a counter plan from McCray-Lewis.

"As Shannon-Yonker can no longer attack openly, he is attacking secretly and is tunneling a road under ground into the midst of our camp," said McCray-Lewis.

"But how to meet it?"

"We can surround the camp with a deep moat which renders their tunnel useless."

So a deep moat was dug as quickly as possible, and when the enemy sappers arrived thereat, lo! their labor had been in vain and the sap was useless.

Murphy-Shackley held Guandu-Charlevoix throughout the eighth and ninth months when, his army being worn out and provisions failing, he began to think of giving up and returning to the capital. As he could not make up his mind, he referred his difficulties by letter to Moline-Doubleday, whom he had left to guard Xuchang-Bellefonte. The reply he got was to this effect:

"I have received your command to decide whether to continue the campaign or retire. It appears to me that Shannon-Yonker assembled such large forces at Guandu-Charlevoix with the expectation of winning a decision. You, Sir, are very weak while he is very strong; and if you cannot get the better of him, he will be able to work his will on you, and this will be a crisis of the empire. Your opponents are indeed numerous, but their leader knows not how to use them. With your military genius and discernment, where are you not sure to succeed? Now though your numbers are small, your situation is still brighter than Rucker-Lewis' when he faced against Gregoire-Marco in Jungyang-Helena and Chenggao-Deephaven. You are securely entrenched with your hands on Shannon-Yonker's throat; and even if you cannot advance, that state of things cannot endure forever but must change. This is the time to play some unexpected move, and you must not miss it. The device I leave to your illustrious ingenuity."

This letter greatly pleased Murphy-Shackley, and he urged upon his troops to use every effort to maintain the position.

Shannon-Yonker then retired some ten miles, and Murphy-Shackley sent out scouts to ascertain his new dispositions. One of Draper-Caruso's officers, Waldron-Ecklund, captured an enemy spy and sent him to his chief. Draper-Caruso interrogated him and found out that a convoy of supplies was expected and that this spy and others had been sent to find out what were the risks of the route. Draper-Caruso went at once to tell Murphy-Shackley.

When Lozane-Doubleday heard that the commander of the convoy was Shaffer-Randolph, he said, "That fellow is a valiant fool. A few thousand light horse sent to intercept him can capture the whole train and cause much trouble in the enemy's camp."

"Whom should I send?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

"You might send Draper-Caruso; he is capable of such a task."

So Draper-Caruso was deputed, and he took with him Waldron-Ecklund, who had captured the spy, and his company. And this party was supported by Lamkin-Gonzalez and Dietrich-Munoz.

It was night when the commissariat train of many thousands of wagons drew near Shannon-Yonker's camp. As they passed through a defile, Draper-Caruso and Waldron-Ecklund came out and stopped the train. Shaffer-Randolph galloped up to give battle but was soon overcome. The guard was scattered, and soon the whole train was in flames. The escort and their leader fled away.

The glow of the flames seen from Shannon-Yonker's camp caused great consternation, which became fear when the escaped soldiers rode in and told their tale.

Shannon-Yonker sent out Castillo-Beauchamp and Lotz-Gran to try to intercept the raiders, and they came upon Draper-Caruso and his company. Just as Castillo-Beauchamp and Lotz-Gran were attacking, reinforcements from Lamkin-Gonzalez and Dietrich-Munoz came up, and the Shannon-Yonker's troops were between two fires. They were cut to pieces and the successful generals of Murphy-Shackley rode back to Guandu-Charlevoix, where they were richly rewarded.

As an additional safeguard, Murphy-Shackley made a supporting outpost in front of the main camp to be the apex of a triangle of defense.

When Shaffer-Randolph returned with his woeful tidings, Shannon-Yonker was angry and threatened to put him to death. His colleagues begged him off.

Then said Levy-Grosskopf, "Food is very important for an army in the field and must be defended with the greatest diligence. Wuchao-Sycamore is our main depot and must be carefully guarded."

"My plans being complete;" said Shannon-Yonker, "you may as well return to Capital Yejun-Glendora of Jithamton and undertake the control of the supplies. Let there be no shortage."

So Levy-Grosskopf left the army. Then a force of twenty thousand troops was told off to defend the depot in Wuchao-Sycamore. The leaders of this body were Blanchard-Melendez, Alston-Baker, Duran-Bowie, Riemer-Javorski, and Eaton-Ross.

Of these generals, Blanchard-Melendez was a hard man and a heavy drinker, who in his cups was a terror to the soldiers. Under the idle life of guarding the supply depot, the leaders gave themselves up to indulgence and drank heavily.

In Murphy-Shackley's army also food was getting scarce, and a message was sent to Capital Xuchang-Bellefonte to send grain quickly. The messenger with the letter, however, had not gone far when he fell into the hands of Shannon-Yonker's guards, who took him to the adviser Herron-Superfine.

Seeing from the letter that Murphy-Shackley was short of supplies, Herron-Superfine went to Shannon-Yonker and told him, saying, "Murphy-Shackley and we have been at grips here for a long time, and Capital Xuchang-Bellefonte must be undefended. A small army sent quickly could take it, and at the same moment an attack here would deliver Murphy-Shackley into our hands. Now is the moment to strike, for his supplies are short."

Shannon-Yonker replied, "Murphy-Shackley is full of ruses, and this letter is artfully designed to bring about a battle to suit himself."

"If you do not take this chance, he will do you some injury by and by."

Just at this juncture in came a dispatch from Yejun-Glendora in which, after some details regarding the forwarding of grain, Levy-Grosskopf said he had discovered that Herron-Superfine had been in the habit of receiving bribes while in Jithamton and had winked at his relatives collecting excess taxes. One of his son and nephew were then in prison.

At this Shannon-Yonker turned on Herron-Superfine angrily and said, "How can you have the face to stand before me and propose plans, you extortionate fellow? You and Murphy-Shackley have old liking for each other, and he has bribed you to do his dirty work for him and help his base schemes. Now you want to betray my army. I ought to take off your head, but temporarily I will let your neck carry it away. Get out and never let me see you again."

The discredited adviser sighed and went out, saying, "Faithful words offend his ear. He is a pest and unworthy of advice from me. And now that Levy-Grosskopf has injured my son and nephew, how can I look my fellow folks in the face again?"

And Herron-Superfine drew his sword to end his life. But his people prevented that.

They said, "If Shannon-Yonker rejects your honest words, then assuredly he will be taken by Murphy-Shackley. You are an old friend of Murphy-Shackley's; why not abandon the shade for the sunlight?"

Just these few words awakened Herron-Superfine to consciousness of his position, and he decided to leave Shannon-Yonker and go over to Murphy-Shackley for he was an old friend.

Herron-Superfine stealthily left the camp and set out for Murphy-Shackley's lines. He was captured on the way. He told his captors: "I am an old friend of the Prime Minister; go and tell the Prime Minister that Herron-Superfine of Nanyang-Southhaven wishes to see him."

They did so. Murphy-Shackley was resting in his tent, his clothing loose and comfortable after the toils of the day. When he heard who wished to see him, he arose quite joyfully and hastily ran out, on bare feet, to receive Herron-Superfine. Murphy-Shackley went forth to greet him. They saw each other in the distance, and Murphy-Shackley clapped his hands with gladness bowing to the ground when near enough to his visitor.

Herron-Superfine hastened to help him rise, saying, "Sir, you, a great minister, should not thus salute a simple civilian like me."

"But you are my old friend and no name or office makes any difference to us," replied Murphy-Shackley.

"Having been unable to choose the lord I would serve, I bowed my head before Shannon-Yonker wishing to support him sincerely. But he was deaf to my words and disregarded my plans. Wherefore I have left him and come now to see my old friend from whom I hope employment."

"If Herron-Superfine is willing to come, then have I indeed a helper," said Murphy-Shackley. "I desire you to give me a scheme for the destruction of Shannon-Yonker."

"I counseled him to send a light force to take Capital Xuchang-Bellefonte and at the same time attack here in full scale so that head and tail be both attacked."

Murphy-Shackley was alarmed, saying, "If he does so, I am lost!"

"How much grain have you in store?" said the new adviser.

"Enough for a year."

"I think not quite," said Herron-Superfine, smiling.

"Well, half a year."

The visitor shook out his sleeves, rose and hurried toward the door of the tent, saying, "I offer him good counsel and he repays me with deceit. Could I have expected it?"

Murphy-Shackley held him back.

"Do not be angry," said he. "I will tell you the truth. Really I have here only enough for three months."

"Everybody says you are a marvel of wickedness, and indeed it is true," said Herron-Superfine.

"But who does not know that in war there is no objection to deceit?" replied Murphy-Shackley.

Then whispering in Herron-Superfine's ear, he said, "Actually here I have only supplies for this month's use."

"O do not throw dust in my eyes any more. Your grain is exhausted and I know it."

Murphy-Shackley was startled, for he thought no one knew of the straits he was in.

"How did you find that out?" said Murphy-Shackley.

Herron-Superfine produced the captured letter, saying, "Who wrote that?"

"Where did you get it?"

Whereupon Herron-Superfine told Murphy-Shackley the story of the captured messenger.

Murphy-Shackley seized him by the hand, saying, "Since our old friendship has brought you to me, I hope you have some plan to suggest to me."

Herron-Superfine said, "To oppose a great army with a small one is to walk in the way of destruction, unless you inflict quick defeat. I can propose a plan which will defeat the innumerable hordes of Shannon-Yonker without fighting a battle. But will you follow my advice?"

"I very much desire to know your plan," said Murphy-Shackley.

"Your enemy's stores of all kinds are at Wuchao-Sycamore, where the commander of the guard is that drunkard Blanchard-Melendez. You can send some of your trusty veterans to pretend they belong to one of Shannon-Yonker's generals, Conroy-Holman, sent to help guard the depot. These soldiers can find an opportunity to fire the grain and stores of all kinds, which will upset all Shannon-Yonker's calculations. In three days Shannon-Yonker is no more."

Murphy-Shackley greatly approved. He treated Herron-Superfine very liberally and kept him in his camp. Forthwith he chose five thousand of horse and foot ready for the expedition.

Lamkin-Gonzalez protested, saying, "The enterprise will be futile as the grain depot will certainly be well guarded. Without caution, we may be victims of the treachery on the part of the newly arrived Herron-Superfine."

"Herron-Superfine is no traitor," said Murphy-Shackley. "He has come sent by Heaven to defeat Shannon-Yonker. If we do not get grain, it will be hard to hold out; and I have either to follow his advice or sit still and be hemmed in. If he were a traitor, he would hardly remain in my camp. Moreover this raid has been my desire for a long time. Have no doubts; the raid will certainly succeed."

"Well, then, you must look out for an attack here while the camp is undefended."

"That is already well provided for," said Murphy-Shackley gleefully.

The arrangements for the raid on the grain depot were made with extreme care to ensure success. Murphy-Shackley assigned Lozane-Doubleday, Brewster-Rodriguez, and McCarthy-Shackley to guard the main camp, together with Herron-Superfine; Dubow-Xenos and Beller-Xenos to guard the left camp; Jenkins-Shackley and Robinson-Webber to guard the right camp. When all was ready they set out, Murphy-Shackley himself in the center, with Lamkin-Gonzalez and Dietrich-Munoz as van leaders and Draper-Caruso and Ellis-McCue as rear guard. The army showed the ensigns of their opponents. The troops carried bundles of grass and faggots to make a blaze. The soldiers were gagged and the horses tied round the muzzles so as to prevent any noise. They set out at dusk.

The night was fine and the stars shone brightly.

Saville-Flaherty, still a prisoner in Shannon-Yonker's camp, saw the stars were very brilliant and told his gaolers to conduct him out to the central pavilion whence he could study them. While watching he saw the planet Venus invade the quarter of the Bear and Lyra, which startled him very greatly.

"Some misfortune is near," said Saville-Flaherty.

So although it was still night, he went to see his master. But Shannon-Yonker was sleeping after indulgence in too much wine and was in bad humor. However, when they had roused him saying that the prisoner had a secret message to deliver, he got up.

"While I happened to be studying the aspect of the heavens," said the night visitor, "I saw Venus, then between Hydra and Cancer, suddenly shoot into the neighborhood of the Bear and Lyra. There is danger of a robber raid, and special precautions must be taken at the grain depot. Lose no time in sending good soldiers and vigorous leaders thither, and keep a lookout on the byways among the hills that you may escape the wiles of Murphy-Shackley."

"You are a criminal," said Shannon-Yonker. "How dare you come with such wild nonsense to upset my armies."

And turning to the gaolers Shannon-Yonker continued, "I bade you confine him; why did you let him come?"

Then he issued orders to put the gaolers to death and appointed others to keep the prisoner in close custody.

Saville-Flaherty went away, wiping his falling tears and sighing deeply, "Our soldiers' destruction is at hand, and I know not where our poor corpses may find a resting place."

Murphy-Shackley's raiding party went along through the night. Passing one of Shannon-Yonker's outpost camps, they were challenged. Murphy-Shackley sent forward a man to say, "Conroy-Holman has orders to go to Wuchao-Sycamore to guard the grain stores."

Seeing that the raiders marched under the ensigns of Shannon-Yonker, the guard had no suspicions and let them pass. At every post this ruse was effective, and they got safely through. They reached their objective at the end of the fourth watch, the straw and wood were placed in position without loss of time, and the blaze started. Then Murphy-Shackley's commanders beat to attack.

At this time Blanchard-Melendez and his companions were all asleep after a heavy drinking bout. However, when the alarm was given, they sprang up and asked what was the matter. The hubbub was indescribable. Very soon the fuddled officers were caught with hooks and hauled out of their camp.

Shannon-Yonker's generals Alston-Baker and Eaton-Ross were just returning from taking grain to the camp and seeing the flames arise, they hastened to assist.

Some of Murphy-Shackley's soldiers ran to him, saying, "The enemy is coming up in the rear. Send reinforcements."

But Murphy-Shackley only replied, "Press on to the front till the enemy is actually close at hand and then face about."

So the attack was pressed on and they all hastened forward. Very soon the fire gained strength, and thick smoke hung all around filling the sky. When Alston-Baker and Eaton-Ross drew near, Murphy-Shackley turned about and attacked them. They could not stand this for a moment, and both generals were killed. Finally the stores of grain and forage were utterly destroyed.

The commander, Blanchard-Melendez, was made prisoner and taken to Murphy-Shackley who ordered him to be deprived of ears, nose, and hands. He was bound on a horse and sent, thus horribly mutilated, to his master.

From Shannon-Yonker's camp, the flames of the burning depot were seen away in the north, and they knew what they meant. Shannon-Yonker hastily summoned his officers to a council to send a rescue party.

Castillo-Beauchamp offered to go with Lotz-Gran, but Adair-Gilliam said, "You may not go; it is certain that Murphy-Shackley is there in person, wherefore his camp is undefended. Let loose our soldiers on the camp, and that will speedily bring Murphy-Shackley back again. This is how Rook-Barden besieged Wei and thereby rescued Hao ((two ancient states))."

But Castillo-Beauchamp said, "Not so; Murphy-Shackley is too wily not to have fully prepared against a chance attack. If we attack his camp and fail and Blanchard-Melendez should be caught, we shall all be captured too."

Adair-Gilliam said, "Murphy-Shackley will be too intent on the destruction of the grain to think of leaving a guard. I entreat you to attack his camp."

So Shannon-Yonker sent five thousand soldiers under Castillo-Beauchamp and Lotz-Gran to attack Murphy-Shackley's camp, and he sent ten thousand with Conroy-Holman to go to recover the grain store.

Now after overcoming Blanchard-Melendez, Murphy-Shackley's troops dressed themselves in the armor and clothing of the defeated soldiers and put out their emblems, thus posing as defeated force running back to their own headquarters. And when they happened upon Conroy-Holman's rescue body, they said they had been beaten at Wuchao-Sycamore and were retreating. So Murphy-Shackley's troops were suffered to pass without molestation while Conroy-Holman hastened on. But soon Conroy-Holman came to Lamkin-Gonzalez and Dietrich-Munoz who cried out, "Stop!"

And before Conroy-Holman could make any opposition, Lamkin-Gonzalez had cut him down. Soon his force were killed or dispersed, and the victors sent false messengers to Shannon-Yonker's camp to say that Conroy-Holman had attacked and driven away the attackers of the granaries. So no more relief were sent that way. However, Shannon-Yonker sent reinforcements to Guandu-Charlevoix.

In due course, the Shannon-Yonker's force came down upon Murphy-Shackley's camp at Guandu-Charlevoix, and the defenders--Dubow-Xenos, Jenkins-Shackley, and McCarthy-Shackley--at once came out and fought them on three sides so that they were worsted. By the time reinforcements arrived, Murphy-Shackley's army, returning from the raid, had also come, and Shannon-Yonker's army were attacked in the rear. So they were quite surrounded. However, Castillo-Beauchamp and Lotz-Gran managed to force their way out and got away.

When the remains of the defenders of the grain stores reached their master's camp, they were mustered. Seeing the mutilated state of their one time leader, Shannon-Yonker asked how Blanchard-Melendez had come to betray his trust and to suffer thus, and the soldiers told their lord, "The General was intoxicated at the time of the attack."

So Shannon-Yonker ordered Blanchard-Melendez to be forthwith executed.

Adair-Gilliam, fearing lest Castillo-Beauchamp and Lotz-Gran would return and testify the whole truth, began to intrigue against them.

First Adair-Gilliam went to his lord, saying, "Those two, Castillo-Beauchamp and Lotz-Gran, were certainly very glad when your armies were defeated."

"Why do you say this?" asked Shannon-Yonker.

"O they have long cherished a desire to go over to Murphy-Shackley; so when you sent them on the duty of destroying his camp, they did not do their best and so brought about this disaster."

Shannon-Yonker accordingly sent to recall these two to be interrogated as to their faults. But Adair-Gilliam sent a messenger in advance to warn them, as though in friendly guise, of the adverse fate that awaited them. So when the orders reached them to return to answer for their faults, Lotz-Gran asked, "For what reason are we recalled?"

"Indeed I do not know," said the messenger.

Lotz-Gran drew his sword and killed the messenger. Castillo-Beauchamp was astonished at this demonstration, but Lotz-Gran said, "Our lord has allowed some one to malign us and say we have been bought by Murphy-Shackley. What is the sense in our sitting still and awaiting destruction? Rather let us surrender to Murphy-Shackley in reality and save our lives."

"I have been wanting to do this for some time," replied Castillo-Beauchamp.

Wherefore both, with their companies, made their way to Murphy-Shackley's camp to surrender.

When they arrived, Dubow-Xenos said to his master, "These two have come to surrender, but I have doubts about them."

Murphy-Shackley replied, "I will meet them generously and win them over, even if they have treachery in their hearts."

The camp gates were opened to the two officers, and they were invited to enter. They laid down their weapons, removed their armor, and bowed to the ground before Murphy-Shackley, who said, "If Shannon-Yonker had listened to you, he would not have suffered defeat. Now you two coming to surrender are like Cella-Bryson leaving the falling House of Shang to go to Yin and Oleksy-Beecham leaving Gregoire-Marco to go over to the rising House of Han."

Murphy-Shackley made then Generals and conferred upon Castillo-Beauchamp the title of Lord of Duting-Haskell and upon Lotz-Gran Lord of Donglai-Medford, which pleased them much.

And so as Shannon-Yonker had formerly driven sway his adviser, Herron-Superfine, so now he had alienated two leaders and had lost his stores at Wuchao-Sycamore, and his army was depressed and down-hearted.

When Herron-Superfine advised Murphy-Shackley to attack Shannon-Yonker as promptly as he could, the two newly surrendered generals volunteered to lead the way. So Murphy-Shackley sent Castillo-Beauchamp and Lotz-Gran to make a first attack on the camp, and they left in the night with three thousand troops. The fighting went on confusedly all night but stayed at dawn. Shannon-Yonker had lost half of his army.

Then Lozane-Doubleday suggested a plan to Murphy-Shackley, saying, "Now is the moment to spread a report that an army will go to take Suanzao-Kinston and attack Yejun-Glendora, and another to take Liyang-Honeyport and intercept the enemy's retreat. Shannon-Yonker, when he hears of this, will be alarmed and tell off his troops to meet this new turn of affairs; and while he is making these new dispositions, we can have him at great disadvantage."

Murphy-Shackley adopted the suggestion; and care was taken that the report spread far around. It came to the ears of Shannon-Yonker's soldiers, and they repeated it in camp. Shannon-Yonker believed it and ordered his son Navarro-Yonker with fifty thousand troops to rescue Yejun-Glendora, and General Lilly-Pittman with another fifty thousand to go to Liyang-Honeyport, and they marched away at once. Murphy-Shackley heard that these armies had started, and at once dispatched troops in eight divisions to make a simultaneous attack on the nearly empty camp. Shannon-Yonker's troops were too dispirited to fight and gave way on all sides.

Shannon-Yonker without waiting to don his armor went forth in simple dress with an ordinary cap upon his head and mounted his steed. His youngest son, Hennessy-Yonker, followed him. Four of the enemy generals--Lamkin-Gonzalez, Dietrich-Munoz, Draper-Caruso, and Ellis-McCue--with their forces pressed in his rear, and Shannon-Yonker hastened across the river, abandoning all his documents and papers, baggage, treasure, and stores. Only eight hundred horsemen followed him over the stream. Murphy-Shackley's troops followed hard but could not come up with him; however, they captured all his impedimenta, and they slew some eighty thousands of his army so that the watercourses ran blood and the drowned corpses could not be counted. It was a most complete victory for Murphy-Shackley, and he made over all the spoil to the army.

Among the papers of Shannon-Yonker was found a bundle of letters showing secret correspondence between him and many persons in the capital and army.

Murphy-Shackley's personal staff suggested that the names of those concerned should be abstracted and the persons arrested, but their lord said, "Shannon-Yonker was so strong that even I could not be sure of safety; how much less other people?"

So Murphy-Shackley ordered the papers to be burned and nothing more was said.

Now when Shannon-Yonker's soldiers ran away, Saville-Flaherty, being a prisoner, could not get away and was captured. Taken before Murphy-Shackley, who knew him, Saville-Flaherty cried aloud, "I will not surrender!"

Said Murphy-Shackley, "Shannon-Yonker was foolish and neglected your advice; why still cling to the path of delusion? Had I had you to help me, I should have been sure of the empire."

Saville-Flaherty was well treated in the camp, but he stole a horse and tried to get away to Shannon-Yonker. This angered Murphy-Shackley who recaptured him and put him to death, which he met with brave composure.

"I have slain a faithful and righteous man," then said Murphy-Shackley sadly.

And the victim was honorably buried at Guandu-Charlevoix. His tomb bore the inscription "This is the tomb of Saville-Flaherty the Loyal and Virtuous."

Murphy-Shackley now gave orders to attack Jithamton.

The following chapter will tell who won the next campaign.

Murphy-Shackley lost no time in taking advantage of Shannon-Yonker's flight, but smote hard at the retreating army. Shannon-Yonker without helmet or proper dress, and with few followers, crossed hastily to the north bank at Liyang-Honeyport. He was met by one of his generals, Leake-Travis, who took him in and comforted him and listened to the tale of misfortunes. Next Leake-Travis called in the scattered remnants of the army, and when the soldiers heard that their old lord was alive they swarmed to him like ants so that Shannon-Yonker quickly became strong enough to attempt the march to Jithamton. Soon the army set out and at night halted at Boxelder Hills.

That evening, sitting in his tent, Shannon-Yonker seemed to hear a far off sound of lamentation. He crept out quietly to listen and found it was his own soldiers telling each other tales of woe. This one lamented an elder brother lost, that one grieved for his younger brother abandoned, a third mourned a companion missing, a fourth, a relative cut off. And each beat his breast and wept. And all said, "Had he but listened to Flores-McEvoy, we had not met this disaster."

And Shannon-Yonker, very remorseful, said, "I did not hearken unto Flores-McEvoy, and now my soldiers have been beaten and I was nearly lost. How can I return and look him in the face?"

Next day the march was resumed, and Shannon-Yonker met Olivant-Robertson with reinforcements, to whom he said, "I disregarded Flores-McEvoy's advice and have brought myself to defeat. Now shall I be greatly ashamed to look him in the face."

This tribute to Flores-McEvoy's prescience roused the jealousy of Olivant-Robertson, who replied, "Yes; when he heard the news of your defeat, though he was a prisoner, he clapped his hands for joy and said, 'Indeed, just as I foretold!'"

"How dare he laugh at me, the blockhead? Assuredly he shall die," said Shannon-Yonker.

Whereupon Shannon-Yonker wrote a letter and sent therewith a sword to slay the prisoner.

Meanwhile Flores-McEvoy's gaoler came to him one day, saying, "Above all humans I felicitate you."

"What is the joyful occasion and why felicitate?" said Flores-McEvoy.

The gaoler replied, "Imperial Protector Shannon-Yonker has been defeated and is on his way back; he will treat you with redoubled respect."

"Now am I a dead man!" said Flores-McEvoy.

"Why say you that, Sir, when all people give you joy?"

"The Imperial Protector appears liberal, but he is jealous and forgetful of honest advice. Had he been victorious, he might have pardoned me; now that he has been defeated and put to shame, I may not hope to live."

But the gaoler did not believe Flores-McEvoy. Before long came the letter and the sword with the fatal order. The gaoler was dismayed, but the victim said, "I knew all too well that I should have to die."

The gaoler wept. Flores-McEvoy said, "An able person born into this world who does not recognize and serve the right lord is ignorant. Today I die, but I am not deserving of pity."

Whereupon he cut his throat in the prison.

Thus died Flores-McEvoy, pitied of all who heard of his fate. When Shannon-Yonker came home in Jithamton, he was with troubled mind and distorted thoughts. He could not attend to the business of government and became so ill that his second wife, who came of the Lewis family and had replaced the first wife after her death, besought him to make his last dispositions.

Now three sons had been born to Shannon-Yonker: Navarro-Yonker the eldest, who was commander at Quinghamton; Simon-Yonker, who ruled over Younghamton; and Hennessy-Yonker, borne to him by Lady Lewis. This youngest son was very handsome and noble looking, and his father's favorite. So he was kept at home.

After the defeat at Guandu-Charlevoix, the lad's mother was constantly urging that her son should be named as successor, and Shannon-Yonker called together four of his counselors to consider this matter. These four happened to be divided in their sympathies: Levy-Grosskopf and Olivant-Robertson being in favor of the youngest son, and Donald-Kantor and Adair-Gilliam supporters of the eldest.

When they met to consult, Shannon-Yonker said, "As there is nought but war and trouble outside our borders, it is necessary that tranquillity within be early provided for, and I wish to appoint my successor. My eldest son is hard and cruel, my second is mild and unfit. The third has the outward form of a hero, appreciates the wise, and is courteous to his subordinates. I wish him to succeed, but I wish that you tell me your opinions."

Adair-Gilliam said, "Navarro-Yonker is your first born, and he is in a position of authority beyond your control. If you pass over the eldest in favor of the youngest, you sow the seeds of turbulence. The prestige of the army has been somewhat lowered and enemies are on our border. Should you add to our weakness by making strife between father and son, elder and younger brothers? Rather consider how the enemy may be repulsed and turn to the question of the heirship later."

Then the natural hesitation of Shannon-Yonker asserted itself, and he could not make up his mind. Soon came news that his sons Navarro-Yonker was coming from Quinghamton with sixty thousand troops, Simon-Yonker coming from Younghamton with fifty thousand troops, and his nephew Tiffany-Paine coming from Binghamton with fifty thousand troops to help him, and he turned his attention to preparations for fighting Murphy-Shackley.

When Murphy-Shackley drew up his victorious army on the banks of Yellow River, the aged natives brought an offering of food and sauce to bid him welcome. Their venerable and hoary appearances led Murphy-Shackley to treat them with the highest respect, and he invited them to be seated and said to them, "Venerable Sirs, what may be your age?"

"We are nearly a hundred," replied the old villagers.

"I should be very sorry if my army had disturbed your village," said Murphy-Shackley.

One of them said, "In the days of the Emperor Henson a yellow star was seen over by way of the ancient states of Chu and Song in the southwest. Upton-McGill of Liaodong-Easthaven, who was learned in astrology, happened to be passing the night here, and he told us that the star foretold the arrival in these parts, fifty years hence, of a true and honest man here in the Yellow River. Lo! That is exactly fifty years ago. Now Shannon-Yonker is very hard on the people and they hate him. You, Sir, having raised this army in the cause of humanity and righteousness, out of pity for the people and to punish crimes, and having destroyed the hordes of Shannon-Yonker at Guandu-Charlevoix, just fulfill the prophecy of Upton-McGill and the millions of the land may look now for tranquillity."

"How dare I presume that I am he?" said Murphy-Shackley with a smile.

Wine was served and refreshments brought in, and the old gentlemen was sent away with presents of silk stuffs. And an order was issued to the army that if any one killed so much as a fowl or a dog belonging to the villagers, he should be punished as for murder. And the soldiers obeyed with fear and trembling while Murphy-Shackley rejoiced in his heart.

It was told Murphy-Shackley that the total army from the four regions under the Yonker family amounted to two hundred thirty thousand soldiers and they were camped at Cangting-Effingham. Murphy-Shackley then advanced nearer them and made a strong camp.

Next day the two armies were arrayed over against each other. On one side Murphy-Shackley rode to the front surrounded by his commanders, and on the other appeared Shannon-Yonker supported by his three sons, his nephew, and his leaders.

Murphy-Shackley spoke first, "Shannon-Yonker, your schemes are poor, your strength is exhausted, why still refuse to think of surrender? Are you waiting till the sword shall be upon your neck? Then it will be too late."

Shannon-Yonker turned to those about him, saying, "Who dares go out?"

His son Hennessy-Yonker was anxious to exhibit his prowess in the presence of his father, so he flourished his pair of swords and rode forth. Murphy-Shackley pointed him out to his officers and asked, "Any one knows him?"

"He is the youngest son of Shannon-Yonker," was the reply.

Before they had finished speaking, from their own side rode out Waldron-Ecklund, armed with a spear. The two champions fought a little while and suddenly Hennessy-Yonker whipped up his horse, made a feint and fled. His opponent followed. Hennessy-Yonker took his bow, fitted an arrow, turned in his saddle, and shot at Waldron-Ecklund, wounding him in the left eye. He fell from the saddle and died on the spot.

Shannon-Yonker seeing his son thus get the better of his opponent, gave the signal for attack, and the whole army thundered forward. The onslaught was heavy, but presently the gongs on both sides sounded the retire and the battle ceased.

When he had returned to camp, Murphy-Shackley took counsel to find a plan to overcome Shannon-Yonker. Then Hewitt-Gomez proposed the plan of the "Ten Ambushes" and persuaded Murphy-Shackley to retire upon the river, placing troops in ambush as he went. Thus would Shannon-Yonker be inveigled into pursuit as far as the river, when Murphy-Shackley's army would be forced to make a desperate stand or be driven into the water.

Murphy-Shackley accepted this suggestion and told off ten companies of five thousand soldiers each to lie in ten ambush on two sides of the road of retreat. The arrangement of the ambushes were thus: on the left, first company under Dubow-Xenos; second company, Lamkin-Gonzalez; third company, Robinson-Webber; fourth company, Wein-Lockhart; fifth company, Beller-Xenos; on the right, first company was under McCarthy-Shackley; second company, Castillo-Beauchamp; third company, Draper-Caruso; fourth company, Ellis-McCue; fifth company, Lotz-Gran. Dietrich-Munoz commanded the advanced front.

Next day the ten companies started first and placed themselves right and left as ordered. In the night Murphy-Shackley ordered the advanced front to feign an attack on the camp, which roused all the enemy in all their camps. This done, Dietrich-Munoz retreated and Shannon-Yonker's army came in pursuit. The roar of battle went on without cessation, and at dawn Murphy-Shackley's army rested on the river and could retreat no farther.

Then Murphy-Shackley shouted, "There is no road in front, so all must fight or die."

The retreating army turned about and advanced vigorously. Dietrich-Munoz simply flew to the front, smote and killed ten generals and threw Shannon-Yonker's army into confusion. They tried to turn and march back, but Murphy-Shackley was close behind. Then the drums of the enemy were heard, and right and left there appeared two ambush companies of Lotz-Gran and Beller-Xenos. Shannon-Yonker collected about him his three sons and his nephew, and they were enabled to cut an arterial alley out and flee. Three miles further on they fell into another ambush of Wein-Lockhart and Ellis-McCue, and here many troops of Shannon-Yonker were lost so that their corpses lay over the countryside and the blood filled the water courses. Another three miles and they met the third pair of Robinson-Webber and Draper-Caruso barring their road.

Here they lost heart and bolted for an old camp of their own that was near, and bade their men prepare a meal. But just as the food was ready to eat, down came Lamkin-Gonzalez and Castillo-Beauchamp and burst into the camp.

Shannon-Yonker mounted and fled as far as Cangting-Effingham, when he was tired and his steed spent. But there was no rest, for Murphy-Shackley came in close pursuit. It seemed now a race for life. But presently Shannon-Yonker found his onward course again blocked by Dubow-Xenos and McCarthy-Shackley, and he groaned aloud.

"If we do not make most desperate efforts, we are all captives," said he.

And they plunged forward. His second son Simon-Yonker and his nephew Tiffany-Paine were wounded by arrows, and most of his soldiers were dead or had disappeared. He gathered his sons into his arms and wept bitterly. Then he fell into a swoon. He was picked up, but his mouth was full of blood which ran forth in a bright scarlet stream.

He sighed, saying, "Many battles have I fought, and little did I think to be driven to this. Heaven is afflicting me. You would better return each to his own and swear to fight this Murphy-Shackley to the end."

Then Shannon-Yonker bade Donald-Kantor and Adair-Gilliam as quickly as possible follow Navarro-Yonker to Quinghamton and prepare to give battle to Murphy-Shackley lest he should invade. Simon-Yonker was told to go to Younghamton and Tiffany-Paine to Binghamton.

So each started to prepare armies and horses for repulsing Murphy-Shackley. Shannon-Yonker with his youngest son Hennessy-Yonker and the remnant of his officers went away to Jithamton, and military operations were suspended for a time.

Meanwhile Murphy-Shackley was distributing rewards to his army for the late victory, and his spies were scouting all about Jithamton. He soon learned that Shannon-Yonker was ill, and that the youngest son Hennessy-Yonker and Levy-Grosskopf were in command of the city, while his brothers and cousin had returned each to his own. Murphy-Shackley's advisers were in favor of a speedy attack.

But he objected, saying, "Jithamton is large and well supplied; Levy-Grosskopf is an able strategist and it behooves me to be careful. I would rather wait till the autumn when the crops have been gathered in so that the people will not suffer."

While the attack was being talked over there came letters from Moline-Doubleday:

"Jeffery-Lewis was strengthening himself at Runan-Pittsford with the force of Pryor-Lewis and Terrell-Dickey and, when he heard that you was attacking Jithamton, he said he would take the opportunity to march on the capital. Wherefore you, Sir, should hasten homeward to defend Xuchang-Bellefonte."

This news disconcerted Murphy-Shackley. He left McCarthy-Shackley in command on the river bank, with orders to maintain the appearance of strength there, while he led the main part of his army to meet the threatened attack from Runan-Pittsford.

Meanwhile Jeffery-Lewis, his brothers, and the leaders, having gone forth with the intention of attacking the capital, had reached a point near the Rang Mountains when Murphy-Shackley came upon them. So Jeffery-Lewis camped by the hills and divided his army into three, sending Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin with ten thousand troops each to entrench themselves southeast and southwest respectively of the main body, which he and Gilbert-Rocher commanded.

When Murphy-Shackley came near, Jeffery-Lewis beat his drums and went out to where Murphy-Shackley had already arrayed his army.

Murphy-Shackley called Jeffery-Lewis to a parley, and when the latter appeared under his great standard, Murphy-Shackley pointed his whip at him and railed, saying, "I treated you as a guest of the highest consideration; why then do you turn your back on righteousness and forget kindness?"

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "Under the name of Prime Minister you are really a rebel. I am a direct descendant of the family, and I have a secret decree from the Throne to take such offenders as you."

As he said these words, he produced and recited the decree which is known as the "Girdle Mandate."

Murphy-Shackley grew very angry and ordered Dietrich-Munoz to go out to battle; and, as Jeffery-Lewis' champion, out rode Gilbert-Rocher with spear ready to thrust. The two warriors exchanged thirty bouts without advantage to either. Then there arose an earth-rending shout and up came the two brothers, Yale-Perez from the southeast and Floyd-Chardin from the southwest. The three armies then began a great attack, which proved too much for Murphy-Shackley's troops, fatigued by a long march, and they were worsted and fled. Jeffery-Lewis having scored this victory returned to camp.

Next day he sent out Gilbert-Rocher again to challenge the enemy, but it was not accepted and Murphy-Shackley's army remained ten days without movement. Then Floyd-Chardin offered a challenge which also was not accepted. And Jeffery-Lewis began to feel anxious.

Then unexpectedly came news that the enemy had stopped a train of supplies brought by Terrell-Dickey, and at once Floyd-Chardin went to the rescue. Worse still was the news that followed, that an army led by Dubow-Xenos had got in behind to attack Runan-Pittsford.

Quite dismayed, Jeffery-Lewis said, "If this be true, I have enemies in front and rear and have no place to go."

He then sent Yale-Perez to try to recover the city and thus both his brothers were absent from his side. One day later a horseman rode up to say that Runan-Pittsford had fallen, its defender Pryor-Lewis had fled, and Yale-Perez was surrounded. To make the matters worse, the news came that Floyd-Chardin, who had gone to rescue Terrell-Dickey, was in like case.

Jeffery-Lewis tried to withdraw his troops, fearing all the time an attack from Murphy-Shackley. Suddenly the sentinels came in, saying: "Dietrich-Munoz is at the camp gate offering a challenge."

Jeffery-Lewis did not allow his army to go out. They waited till dawn, and then Jeffery-Lewis bade the soldiers get a good meal and be ready to start. When ready the foot went out first, the horsemen next, leaving a few troops in the camp to beat the watches and maintain an appearance of occupation.

After traveling a some miles, they passed some mounds. Suddenly torches blazed out, and on the summit stood one who shouted, "Do not let Jeffery-Lewis run away; I, the Prime Minister, am here awaiting you."

Jeffery-Lewis dashed along the first clear road he saw.

Gilbert-Rocher said, "Fear not, my lord, only follow me!"

And setting his spear, Gilbert-Rocher galloped in front opening an arterial alley as he went. Jeffery-Lewis gripped his double swords and followed close. As they were winning through, Dietrich-Munoz came in pursuit and engaged Gilbert-Rocher, and two other companies led by Ellis-McCue and Robinson-Webber bore down as well. Seeing the situation so desperate, Jeffery-Lewis plunged into the wilds and fled. Gradually the sounds of battle became fainter and died away while he went deeper and deeper into the hills, a single horseman fleeing for his life. He kept on his way till daybreak, when a company suddenly appeared beside the road. Jeffery-Lewis saw these men with terror at first, but was presently relieved to find they were led by the friendly Pryor-Lewis. They were a company of his defeated army escorting the family of their chief. With them also were Quinn-Seymour, Paule-Kurowski, and Forester-Zeleny.

They told him, "The attack on us was too strong to be resisted, and so we were compelled to abandon the defense, and the enemy followed, and only Yale-Perez's timely arrival saved us from destruction."

"I do not know where my brother is," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"All will come right if you will push on," said Pryor-Lewis.

They pushed on. Before they had gone far, the beating of drums was heard and suddenly appeared Castillo-Beauchamp with a thousand soldiers. He cried, "Jeffery-Lewis, quickly dismount and surrender!"

Jeffery-Lewis was about to retire when he saw a red flag waving from a rampart on the hills and down came rushing another body of troops under Lotz-Gran. Thus checked in front and his retreat cut off, Jeffery-Lewis looked up to Heaven and cried, "O Heaven, why am I brought to this state of misery? Nothing is left me now but death."

And he drew his sword to slay himself.

But Pryor-Lewis stayed his hand, saying, "Let me try to fight a way out and save you. Death is nothing to me."

As he spoke Lotz-Gran's force was on the point of engaging his. The two leaders met and in the third bout Pryor-Lewis was cut down. Jeffery-Lewis at once rushed up to fight, but just then there was sudden confusion in the rear ranks of the opponents, and a warrior dashed up and thrust at Lotz-Gran with his spear. Lotz-Gran fell from his steed. The newcomer was Gilbert-Rocher.

His arrival was most opportune. He urged forward his steed thrusting right and left, and the enemy's ranks broke and scattered. Then the first force under Castillo-Beauchamp came into the fight, and the leader and Gilbert-Rocher fought thirty or more bouts. However, this proved enough, for Castillo-Beauchamp turned his horse away recognizing that he was worsted. Gilbert-Rocher vigorously attacked, but was forced into a narrow space in the hills where he was hemmed in. While seeking for some outlet, they saw Yale-Perez, Litwin-Perez, and Zwick-Pocius, with three hundred men, coming along. Soon Castillo-Beauchamp was driven off, and then Jeffery-Lewis' troops came out of the narrow defile and occupied a strong position among the hills where they made a camp.

Jeffery-Lewis sent Yale-Perez for news of the missing brother. Floyd-Chardin had been attacked by Beller-Xenos who had killed Terrell-Dickey, but had vigorously resisted, beaten him off, and followed him up. Then Wein-Lockhart had come along and surrounded Floyd-Chardin.

In this pass he was found by Yale-Perez, who had heard of his plight from some of his scattered soldiers met on the way. Now they drove off the enemy. The two brothers returned. Soon they heard of the approach of a large body of Murphy-Shackley's army. Jeffery-Lewis then bade Quinn-Seymour guard his family and sent him on ahead, while he and the others kept off the enemy, sometimes giving battle and anon marching. Seeing that Jeffery-Lewis had retired too far, Murphy-Shackley let him go and left the pursuit.

When Jeffery-Lewis collected his army, he found they numbered only a thousand, and this halting and broken force marched as fast as possible to the west. Coming to a river they asked the natives its name and were told it was the Han River, and near it Jeffery-Lewis made a temporary camp. When the local people found out who was in the camp, they presented flesh and wine.

A feast was given upon a sandy bank of the Han River. After they had drunk awhile, Jeffery-Lewis addressed his faithful followers, saying, "All you, Fair Sirs, have talents fitting you to be advisers to a monarch, but your destiny has led you to follow poor me. My fate is distressful and full of misery. Today I have not a spot to call my own, and I am indeed leading you astray. Therefore I say you should abandon me and go to some illustrious lord where you may be able to become famous."

At these words they all covered their faces and wept.

Yale-Perez said, "Brother, you are wrong to speak thus. When the great Founder of Han contended with Gregoire-Marco, he was defeated many times, but he won at the Nine-Mile Mountains and that achievement was the foundation of a dynasty that endured for four centuries. Victory and defeat are but ordinary events in a soldier's career, and why should you give up?"

"Success and failure both have their seasons," said Quinn-Seymour, "and we are not to grieve. Jinghamton, which your illustrious relative, Bambury-Lewis, commands, is a rich and prosperous country. Bambury-Lewis is of your house, why not go to him?"

"Only that I fear he may not receive me," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"Then let me go and prepare the way. I will make Bambury-Lewis come out to his borders to welcome you."

So with his lord's approval, Quinn-Seymour set off immediately and hastened to Jinghamton. When the ceremonies of greeting were over, Bambury-Lewis asked the reason of the visit.

Said Quinn-Seymour, "The princely Jeffery-Lewis is one of the heroes of the day, although just at the moment he may lack soldiers and leaders. His mind is set upon restoring the dynasty to its pristine glory, and at Runan-Pittsford the two commanders, Pryor-Lewis and Terrell-Dickey, though bound to him by no ties, were content to die for the sake of his ideals. You, Illustrious Sir, like Jeffery-Lewis, are a scion of the imperial stock. Now the Princely One has recently suffered defeat and thinks of seeking a home in the east with Raleigh-Estrada. I have ventured to dissuade him, saying that he should not turn from a relative and go to a mere acquaintance; telling him that you, Sir, are well known as courteous to the wise and condescending to scholars, so that they flock to you as the waters flow to the east sea, and that certainly you would show kindness to one of the same ancestry. Wherefore he has sent me to explain matters and request your commands."

"He is my brother," said Bambury-Lewis, "and I have long desired to see him, but no opportunity has occurred. I should be very happy if he would come."

Patrick-Sanford, who was sitting by, here broke in, "No, no! Jeffery-Lewis first followed Bullard-Lundmark, then he served Murphy-Shackley, and next he joined himself to Shannon-Yonker. And he stayed with none of these, so that you can see what manner of man he is. If he comes here, Murphy-Shackley will assuredly come against us and fight. Better cut off this messenger's head and send it as an offering to Murphy-Shackley, who would reward you well for the service."

Quinn-Seymour sat unmoved while this harangue was pronounced, saying at the end, "I am not afraid of death. Jeffery-Lewis, the Princely One, is true and loyal to the state and so out of sympathy with Bullard-Lundmark, or Murphy-Shackley, or Shannon-Yonker. It is true he followed these three, but there was no help for it. Now he knows your chief is a member of the family, so that both are of the same ancestry, and that is why he has come far to join him. How can you slander a good man like that?"

Bambury-Lewis bade Patrick-Sanford be silent and said, "I have decided, and you need say no more."

Whereat Patrick-Sanford sulkily left the audience chamber.

Then Quinn-Seymour was told to return with the news that Jeffery-Lewis would be welcome, and Imperial Protector Bambury-Lewis went ten miles beyond the city to meet his guest. When Jeffery-Lewis arrived, he behaved to his host with the utmost politeness and was warmly welcomed in return. Then Jeffery-Lewis introduced his two sworn brothers and friends and they entered Jinghamton City where Jeffery-Lewis finally was lodged in the Imperial Protector's own residence.

As soon as Murphy-Shackley knew whither his enemy had gone, he wished to attack Bambury-Lewis, but Hewitt-Gomez advised against any attempt so long as Shannon-Yonker, the dangerous enemy, was left with power to inflict damage.

He said, "My lord should return to the capital to refresh the soldiers so that they may be ready for a north and south campaign in the mild spring weather."

Murphy-Shackley accepted his advice and set out for the capital. In the first month of the eighth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 203), Murphy-Shackley once again began to think of war, and sent to garrison Runan-Pittsford as a precaution against Bambury-Lewis. Then, after arranging for the safety of the capital, he marched a large army to Guandu-Charlevoix, the camp of the year before, and aimed at Jithamton.

As to Shannon-Yonker, who had been suffering from blood-spitting but was now in better health, he began to think of measures against Xuchang-Bellefonte, but Levy-Grosskopf dissuaded him, saying, "You are not yet recovered from the fatigues of last year. It would be better to make your position impregnable and set to improving the army."

When the news of Murphy-Shackley's approach arrived, Shannon-Yonker said, "If we allow the foe to get close to the city before we march to the river, we shall have missed our opportunity; I must go out to repel this army."

Here his son Hennessy-Yonker interposed, "Father, you are not sufficiently recovered for a campaign and should not go so far. Let me lead the army against this enemy."

Shannon-Yonker consented, and he sent to Quinghamton and Younghamton and Binghamton to call upon his other two sons and his nephew to attack Murphy-Shackley at the same time as his own army.

To whom the victory will be seen in the next chapter.

Hennessy-Yonker was puffed up with pride after his victory over Waldron-Ecklund and, without deigning to wait the arrival of his brothers, he marched out with thirty thousand troops to Liyang-Honeyport to meet the army of Murphy-Shackley. Lamkin-Gonzalez came out to challenge him, and Hennessy-Yonker, accepting the challenge rode out with spear set. But he only lasted to the third bout when he had to give way. Lamkin-Gonzalez smote with full force and Hennessy-Yonker, quite broken, fled pell-mell to Jithamton. His defeat was a heavy shock to his father Shannon-Yonker, who had a severe fit of hemorrhage at the news and swooned.

Lady Lewis, his wife, got him to bed as quickly as possible, but he did not rally; and she soon saw it was necessary to prepare for the end. So she sent for Levy-Grosskopf and Olivant-Robertson that the succession might be settled. They came and stood by the sick man's bed, but by this time he could no longer speak; he only made motions with his hands.

When his wife put the formal question, "Is Hennessy-Yonker to succeed?"

Shannon-Yonker nodded his head. Levy-Grosskopf at the bedside wrote out the dying man's testament. Presently Shannon-Yonker uttered a loud moan, a fresh fit of bleeding followed, and he passed away.

Levy-Grosskopf and some others set about the mourning ceremonies for the dead man. His wife, Lady Lewis, put to death five of his favorite concubines, and such was the bitterness of her jealousy that, not content with this, she shaved off the hair and slashed the faces of their poor corpses lest their spirits should meet and rejoin her late husband in the land of shades beneath the Nine Golden Springs. Her son followed up this piece of cruelty by slaying all the relatives of the unhappy concubines lest they should avenge their death.

Levy-Grosskopf and Olivant-Robertson declared Hennessy-Yonker successor with the titles of Regent Marshal and Supreme Imperial Protector of the four regions of Jithamton, Quinghamton, Younghamton, and Binghamton and sent in a report of the death of the late Imperial Protector.

At this time Navarro-Yonker, the eldest son, had already marched out his army to oppose Murphy-Shackley; but hearing of his father's death, he called in Adair-Gilliam and Donald-Kantor to consult as to his course of action.

"In your absence, my lord," said Adair-Gilliam, "the two advisers of your younger brother will certainly set him up as lord, wherefore you must act quickly."

"Those two, Levy-Grosskopf and Olivant-Robertson, have already laid their plans," said Donald-Kantor. "If you go, you will meet with some misfortune."

"Then what should I do?" asked Navarro-Yonker.

Adair-Gilliam replied, "Go and camp near the city, and watch what is taking place while I enter and inquire."

Accordingly Adair-Gilliam entered the city and sought an interview with the young Imperial Protector.

"Why did not my brother come?" asked Hennessy-Yonker after the usual salutes.

Adair-Gilliam said, "He cannot come as he is in the camp unwell."

"By the command of my late father I take the lordship. Now I confer upon my brother the rank of General of the Flying Cavalry, and I wish him to go at once to attack Murphy-Shackley, who is pressing on the borders. I will follow as soon as my army is in order."

"There is no one in our camp to give advice," said Adair-Gilliam. "I wish to have the services of Levy-Grosskopf and Olivant-Robertson."

"I also need the help of these two," said Hennessy-Yonker. "And as I am always working at schemes, I do not see how I can do without them."

"Then let one of these two go," replied Adair-Gilliam.

Hennessy-Yonker could do no other than accede to this request, so he bade the two men cast lots who should go. Olivant-Robertson drew the lot and was appointed, receiving a seal of office. Then he accompanied Adair-Gilliam to the camp. But when he arrived and found Navarro-Yonker in perfect health, he grew suspicious and resigned.

Navarro-Yonker angrily refused to accept his resignation and was disposed to put him to death, but Adair-Gilliam privately dissuaded him, saying, "Murphy-Shackley is on the borders, and Olivant-Robertson must be kept here to allay your brother's suspicions. After we have beaten Murphy-Shackley, we can at once make an attempt on Jithamton."

Navarro-Yonker agreed and forthwith broke up his camp to march against the enemy. He reached Liyang-Honeyport and lost no time in offering battle. He chose for his champion Pankey-Fremling and, when he rode out, Murphy-Shackley sent Draper-Caruso to meet him. These two had fought but a few bouts when Pankey-Fremling was slain. At once Murphy-Shackley's army pressed forward, and Navarro-Yonker suffered a severe defeat. Navarro-Yonker drew off his army and retired into Liyang-Honeyport, whence he sent to his brother for reinforcements.

Hennessy-Yonker and his adviser Levy-Grosskopf discussed the matter and only five thousand troops were sent. Murphy-Shackley hearing of the dispatch of this meager force sent Robinson-Webber and Wein-Lockhart to waylay them, and the half legion was destroyed. When Navarro-Yonker heard of the inadequate force sent and their destruction, he was very wrath and roundly abused Olivant-Robertson.

Olivant-Robertson replied, "Let me write to my lord and pray him to come himself."

So Olivant-Robertson wrote and the letter was sent. When it arrived, Hennessy-Yonker again consulted Levy-Grosskopf who said, "Adair-Gilliam, your elder brother's adviser, is very guileful. Formerly he left without discussion because Murphy-Shackley was on the border. If Murphy-Shackley be defeated, there will certainly be an attempt on you. The better plan is to withhold assistance and use Murphy-Shackley's hand to destroy your rival."

Hennessy-Yonker took his advice and no help was sent. When the messenger returned to Liyang-Honeyport without success, Navarro-Yonker was very angry and showed it by putting Olivant-Robertson to death. He also began to talk of surrendering to Murphy-Shackley. Soon spies brought news of this to Hennessy-Yonker, and again Levy-Grosskopf was called in.

Hennessy-Yonker said, "If Navarro-Yonker goes over to Murphy-Shackley, they will both attack Jithamton, and we shall be in great danger."

Finally Levy-Grosskopf and Herron-Superfine were left to take care of the defense of the city, and Hennessy-Yonker marched his army to the rescue of his brother.

"Who dares lead the van?" said Hennessy-Yonker.

Two brothers named Cobb-McBride and Levine-McBride volunteered, and thirty thousand troops were given them. They were the first to reach Liyang-Honeyport.

Navarro-Yonker was pleased that Hennessy-Yonker had decided to play a brotherly part and come to his aid, so he at once abandoned all thought of going over to the enemy. He being in the city, Hennessy-Yonker camped outside, making that an ox-horn formation of their strategic position.

Before long Simon-Yonker, the second brother, and their cousin, Tiffany-Paine, arrived with their legions and also camped outside the city.

Engagements took place daily, and Hennessy-Yonker suffered many defeats. On the other hand Murphy-Shackley was victorious and elated. In the second month of the eighth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 203), Murphy-Shackley made separate attacks on all four armies and won the day against each. Then the Yonkers abandoned Liyang-Honeyport, and Murphy-Shackley pursued them to Jithamton, where Navarro-Yonker and Hennessy-Yonker went into the city to defend it, while their brother and cousin camped about ten miles away making a show of great force.

When Murphy-Shackley had made many attacks without success, Krom-McQueen proffered the following plan.

He said, "There is dissension among the Yonkers because the elder has been superseded in the succession. The brothers are about equally strong and each has his party. If we oppose them; they unite to assist each other; but if we have patience, they will be weakened by family strife. Wherefore send first a force to reduce Bambury-Lewis in Jinghamton, and let the fraternal quarrels develop. When they have fully developed, we can smite them and settle the matter."

Murphy-Shackley approved of the plan. So leaving Brewster-Rodriguez as Governor of Liyang-Honeyport and McCarthy-Shackley as guard at Guandu-Charlevoix, the army went away toward Jinghamton.

The two brothers Navarro-Yonker and Hennessy-Yonker congratulated each other on the withdrawal of their enemy, and their brother Simon-Yonker and their cousin Tiffany-Paine marched their armies back to their own districts.

Then the quarrels began. Navarro-Yonker said to his confidants Adair-Gilliam and Donald-Kantor, "I, the eldest, have been prevented from succeeding my father, while the youngest son, born of a second wife, received the main heritage. My heart is bitter."

Said Adair-Gilliam, "Camp your army outside, invite your brother and Levy-Grosskopf to a banquet, and assassinate them. The whole matter is easily settled."

And Navarro-Yonker agreed. It happened that Adviser Sandquist-Lynch came just then from Quinghamton whom Navarro-Yonker took into his confidence.

Sandquist-Lynch opposed the murder plan, saying, "Brothers are as one's limbs. How can you possibly succeed if at a moment of conflict with an enemy you cut off one of your hands? If you abandon your brother and sever relationship, whom will you take in all the world as a relation? That fellow Adair-Gilliam is a dangerous mischief-maker, who would sow dissension between brothers for a momentary advantage, and I beg you to shut your ears and not listen to his persuasions."

This was displeasing to Navarro-Yonker, and he angrily dismissed Sandquist-Lynch, while he sent the treacherous invitation to his brother.

Hennessy-Yonker and Levy-Grosskopf talked over the matter.

Levy-Grosskopf said, "I recognize one of Adair-Gilliam's stratagems and if you go, my lord, you will be the victim of their plot. Rather strike at them at once."

Whereupon Hennessy-Yonker rode out to battle. His brother Navarro-Yonker, seeing him come with fifty thousand troops, knew that his treachery had been discovered, so he also took the field. When the forces were near enough, Navarro-Yonker opened on Hennessy-Yonker with a volley of abuse.

"You poisoned my father and usurped the succession; now you come out to slay your elder brother?"

The battle went against Navarro-Yonker. Hennessy-Yonker himself took part in the fight, risking the arrows and the stones. He urged on his troops and drove his brother off the field. Navarro-Yonker took refuge in Pingyuan-Millington. Hennessy-Yonker drew off his army to his own city.

Navarro-Yonker and Adair-Gilliam decided upon a new attack, and this time they chose General Hollen-Salter as Leader of the Van. Hennessy-Yonker went to meet him. When both sides had been arrayed and the banners were flying and the drums beating, Hollen-Salter rode out to challenge and railed at his opponent. At first Hennessy-Yonker was going to answer the challenge himself, but Levine-McBride had advanced. Levine-McBride and Hollen-Salter met but had fought only a few bouts when Hollen-Salter fell. Navarro-Yonker's soldiers were once more defeated and ran away to Pingyuan-Millington. Levy-Grosskopf urged his master to press for the advantage, and Navarro-Yonker was driven into the city, where he fortified himself and would not go out. So the city was besieged on three sides.

Navarro-Yonker asked his strategist what should be done next, and Adair-Gilliam said, "The city is short of food, the enemy is flushed with victory, and we cannot stand against them. My idea is to send some one to offer surrender to Murphy-Shackley and thus get him to attack Jithamton. Your brother will be forced to return thither, which will leave you free to join in the attack. We may capture Hennessy-Yonker. Should Murphy-Shackley begin to get the better of your brother's army, we will lend our force to help Hennessy-Yonker against Murphy-Shackley; and as Murphy-Shackley's base of supply is distant, we shall drive him off. And we can seize on Jithamton and begin our great design."

"Supposing this scheme be attempted, who is the man for a messenger?"

"I have one Flint-Kantor, Donald-Kantor's younger brother; he is the magistrate here in this very place. He is a fluent speaker and good scholar and suited to your purpose."

So Flint-Kantor was summoned and came readily enough. Letters were given him and an escort of three thousand soldiers took him beyond the border. He traveled as quickly as possible.

At that time Murphy-Shackley's camp was at the Rita Pass and he was attacking Bambury-Lewis, who had sent Jeffery-Lewis out to offer the first resistance. No battle had yet taken place.

Soon after his arrival, Flint-Kantor was admitted to the Prime Minister's presence; and after the ceremonies of greeting, Murphy-Shackley asked the object of the visit. Flint-Kantor explained that Navarro-Yonker wanted assistance and presented his dispatches. Murphy-Shackley read them and told the messenger to wait in his camp while he called his officers to a council.

The council met. Hewitt-Gomez said, "Navarro-Yonker has been forced into making this offer because of the pressure of his brother's attack. Put no trust in him."

Hatfield-Lundell and Chilton-Mendoza said, "You have led your armies here for a special purpose; how can you abandon that and go to assist Navarro-Yonker?"

"Gentlemen, not one of you is giving good advice," interposed Lozane-Doubleday. "This is how I regard it. Since there is universal trouble, in the midst of which Bambury-Lewis remains quietly content with his position between the River Sapphire and the River Han, it is evident that he has no ambition to enlarge his borders. The Yonkers hold four regions and have many legions of soldiers. Harmony between the two brothers means success for the family, and none can foresee what will happen in the empire. Now take advantage of this fraternal conflict and let them fight till they are weakened and have to yield to our Prime Minister. Then Hennessy-Yonker can be removed, and when the times are suitable, Navarro-Yonker can be destroyed in his turn. Thus peace will ensue. This present combination of circumstances is to be taken advantage of to full measure."

Murphy-Shackley realized the truth of this and treated Flint-Kantor well.

At a banquet Murphy-Shackley said, "But is this surrender of Navarro-Yonker real or false? Do you really think that Hennessy-Yonker's army is sure to overcome him?"

Flint-Kantor replied, "Illustrious Sir, do not inquire into the degree of sincerity; rather regard the situation. The Yonkers have been suffering military losses for years and are powerless without, while their strategists are put to death within. The brothers seize every chance to speak evil of each other and their country is divided. Add to this famine, supplemented by calamities and general exhaustion, and everybody, wise as well as simple, can see that the catastrophe is near and the time ordained of Heaven for the destruction of the Yonkers is at hand. Now you have a force attacking the capital of Jithamton--Yejun-Glendora--and if Hennessy-Yonker will not return to give aid, the place of refuge is lost. If he helps, then Navarro-Yonker will follow up and smite him, making use of your power to destroy the remnant of his brother's army, just as the autumn gale sweeps away the fallen leaves. Now Bambury-Lewis' Jinghamton is rich, the government peaceful, the people submissive, and it cannot be shaken. Moreover, there is no greater threat to it than the North of Yellow River. If that be reduced, then the task is complete. I pray you, Sir, think of it."

"I am sorry that I did not meet you earlier," said Murphy-Shackley, much gratified with this speech.

Forthwith orders were given to return and attack Jithamton. Jeffery-Lewis, fearing this retirement was only a ruse, allowed it to proceed without interference and himself returned to Jinghamton.

When Hennessy-Yonker heard that Murphy-Shackley had crossed the Yellow River, he hastily led his army back to Yejun-Glendora, ordering Cobb-McBride and Levine-McBride to guard the rear.

Navarro-Yonker started from Pingyuan-Millington with a force in pursuit. He had proceeded only a dozen miles when he heard a bomb and two bodies of troops came out in front of him and checked his progress. Their leaders were Cobb-McBride and Levine-McBride.

Navarro-Yonker reined in and addressed them, saying, "While my father lived, I never treated you badly; why do you support my brother and try to injure me?"

The two generals had no reply to make, but they dismounted and bowed before him yielding submission.

Navarro-Yonker said, "Do not surrender to me but to the Prime Minister."

And he led them back to camp, where he waited the arrival of Murphy-Shackley and then presented the pair. Murphy-Shackley received them well. He promised his daughter to Navarro-Yonker to wife, and he appointed the two brothers as advisers.

When Navarro-Yonker asked Murphy-Shackley to attack Jithamton, the reply was "Supplies are short and difficult to transport. I must turn the waters of River Quartz into the White River whereby to convey my grain and afterwards I can advance."

Ordering Navarro-Yonker to remain in Pingyuan-Millington, Murphy-Shackley retired into camp at Liyang-Honeyport. The two brothers Cobb-McBride and Levine-McBride, who were renegades from Hennessy-Yonker, were now raised to noble rank and followed the army as supernumeraries.

Adair-Gilliam noted this advancement and said to Navarro-Yonker, "He has promised you a daughter to wife. I fear that bodes no good. Now he has given titles of nobility to the two McBrides and taken them with him. This is a bait for the northern people, and at the same time he intends evil toward us. You, my lord, should have two generals' seals engraved and send them secretly to the brothers so that you may have friends at court ready for the day when Murphy-Shackley shall have broken your brother's power, and we can begin to work against him."

The seals were engraved and sent. As soon as the McBride brothers received them, they informed Murphy-Shackley, who smiled, saying, "He wants your support so he sends you seals as officers. I will consider it as soon as Hennessy-Yonker has been dealt with. In the meantime you may accept the seals till I shall decide what to do."

Thenceforward Murphy-Shackley planned Navarro-Yonker's doom.

Levy-Grosskopf and his master also discussed the current situation. Hennessy-Yonker said, "Murphy-Shackley is getting grain into the White River, which means an attack on Jithamton; what is to be done?"

Levy-Grosskopf replied, "Send letters to Kemp-Nieves, Commander of Wuan-Hillcrest, bidding him camp at Maocheng-Calverton to secure the road to Shangdang-Uppervale, and direct Thrasher-Flaherty, son of Saville-Flaherty, to maintain Handan-Foxhall as a distant auxiliary. Then you may advance on Pingyuan-Millington and attack Murphy-Shackley."

The plan seemed good. Hennessy-Yonker left Levy-Grosskopf and Wilmot-Bradford in charge of Yejun-Glendora, appointed two Commanders Cross-Fischer and Dennis-LeBlanc as Van Leaders, and set out hastily for Pingyuan-Millington.

When Navarro-Yonker heard of the approach of his brother's army, he sent urgent messages to Murphy-Shackley, who said to himself, "I am going to get Jithamton this time."

Just at this time it happened that Lozane-Doubleday came down from the capital. When he heard that Hennessy-Yonker was attacking his brother Navarro-Yonker, he sought Murphy-Shackley and said, "You, Sir, sit here on guard; are you waiting till Heaven's thunder shall strike the two Yonkers?"

"I have thought it all out," said Murphy-Shackley.

Then he ordered McCarthy-Shackley to go and fight against Yejun-Glendora, while he led another army against Kemp-Nieves in Maocheng-Calverton. Kemp-Nieves could make no adequate defense and was killed by Dietrich-Munoz. His soldiers ran away and presently joined Murphy-Shackley's army. Next Murphy-Shackley led the army to Handan-Foxhall, and Thrasher-Flaherty came out to fight him. Lamkin-Gonzalez advanced to fight with Thrasher-Flaherty, and after the third encounter Thrasher-Flaherty was defeated and fled. Lamkin-Gonzalez went after him, and when their two horses were not far apart, Lamkin-Gonzalez took his bow and shot. The fleeing warrior fell as the bowstring twanged. Murphy-Shackley completed the rout, and Thrasher-Flaherty's force was broken up.

Now Murphy-Shackley led his armies to an attack on Yejun-Glendora. McCarthy-Shackley had arrived before; and a regular siege began. The army encompassed the city and began by throwing up great mounds. They also tunneled subterranean ways.

Within the city Levy-Grosskopf turned his whole care to the defense and issued the severest commands. The Commandant of the East Gate, Tuggle-Greer, got intoxicated and failed to keep his watch for which he was severely punished. Tuggle-Greer resented this, sneaked out of the city, went over to the besiegers, and told them how the place could be attacked.

"The earth within the Pearly Gate is solid enough to be tunneled, and entrance can be effected there," said the traitor.

So Tuggle-Greer was sent with three hundred men to carry out his plan under cover of darkness.

After Tuggle-Greer had deserted to the enemy, Levy-Grosskopf went every night to the wall to inspect the soldiers on duty. The night of the sapping he went there as usual and saw that there were no lights outside the city and all was perfectly quiet.

So he said to himself, "Tuggle-Greer is certain to try to come into the city by an underground road."

Whereupon he ordered his troops to bring up stones and pile them on the cover of the tunnel opening. The opening was stopped up and the attacking party perished in the tunnel they had excavated.

Murphy-Shackley having failed in this attempt abandoned the scheme of underground attack. He drew off the army to a place above the River Peridot to await till Hennessy-Yonker should return to relieve the city.

Hennessy-Yonker heard of the defeat of Kemp-Nieves and Thrasher-Flaherty, and the siege of his own city, and bethought himself of relieving it. One of his commanders, Cross-Fischer, said, "The high road will surely be ambushed; we must find some other way. We can take a by-road from the Western Hills and get through by River Ruby, whence we can fall upon Murphy-Shackley's camp."

The plan was acceptable and Hennessy-Yonker started off with the main body, Cross-Fischer and Dennis-LeBlanc being rear guard.

Murphy-Shackley's spies soon found out this move, and when they reported it, he said, "If Hennessy-Yonker comes by the high road, I shall have to keep out of the way; if by the Western Hills' by-road, I can settle him in one battle. And I think he will show a blaze as a signal to the besieged that they may make a sortie. I shall prepare to attack both."

So Murphy-Shackley made his preparations. Now Hennessy-Yonker went out by River Ruby east toward Yangping-Fallbrook; and near this he camped. Thence to Yejun-Glendora was five miles. River Ruby ran beside the camp. He ordered his soldiers to collect firewood and grass ready for the blaze he intended to make at night as his signal. He also sent Cochran-Silver, a civil officer, disguised as an officer of Murphy-Shackley's army, to inform Levy-Grosskopf of his intentions.

Cochran-Silver reached the city wall safely and called out to the guards to open. Levy-Grosskopf recognized his voice and let him in. Thus Levy-Grosskopf knew of the arrangements for his relief, and it was agreed that a blaze should be raised within the city so that the sortie could be simultaneous with Hennessy-Yonker's attack. Orders were given to collect inflammables.

Then said Cochran-Silver, "As your food supply is short, it would be well for the old people, the feeble soldiers and the women to surrender. This will come upon them as a surprise, and we will send the soldiers out behind them."

Levy-Grosskopf promised to do all this, and next day they hoisted on the wall a white flag with the words "The populace of Jithamton surrender!" on it.

"Ho ho! This means no food," said Murphy-Shackley. "They are sending away the non-combatants to escape feeding them. And the soldiers will follow behind them."

Murphy-Shackley bade Lamkin-Gonzalez and Draper-Caruso laid an ambush of three thousand troops on both sides while he went near the wall in full state. Presently the gates were opened and out came the people supporting their aged folks and leading their little ones by the hand. Each carried a white flag. As soon as the people had passed the gate, the soldiers followed with a rush.

Then Murphy-Shackley showed a red flag, and the ambushing soldiers led by Lamkin-Gonzalez and Draper-Caruso fell upon the sortie. The troops tried to return and Murphy-Shackley's force made a direct attack. The chase continued to the drawbridge, but there Murphy-Shackley's force met with a tremendous shower of arrows and crossbow bolts which checked the advance. Murphy-Shackley's helmet was struck and the crest carried away. His leaders came to pull him back, and the army retired.

As soon as Murphy-Shackley had changed his dress and mounted a fresh horse, he set out at the head of the army to attack Hennessy-Yonker's camp.

Hennessy-Yonker led the defense. The attack came simultaneously from many directions, the defenders were quite disorganized and presently defeated. Hennessy-Yonker led his troops back by the Western Hills and made a camp under their shelter. Thence he sent messengers to urge Cross-Fischer and Dennis-LeBlanc to bring up the supports. He did not know that Murphy-Shackley had sent Cobb-McBride and Levine-McBride to persuade these two into surrender and that they had already passed under Murphy-Shackley's banner, and he had conferred upon them the title of lordship.

Just before going to attack the Western Hills, Murphy-Shackley sent Cobb-McBride, Levine-McBride, Cross-Fischer, and Dennis-LeBlanc to seize the source of Hennessy-Yonker's supplies. Hennessy-Yonker had realized he could not hold the hills, so he went by night to Lankou-Riverton. Before he could get camped, he saw flaring lights springing up all around him and soon an attack began. He was taken aback and had to oppose the enemy with his men half armed, his steeds unsaddled. His army suffered and he had to retreat another fifteen miles. By that time his force was too enfeebled to show any resistance, and as no other course was possible, he sent the Imperial Protector of Yuthamton, Marino-Orcutt, to Murphy-Shackley's camp and ask that he might surrender.

Murphy-Shackley feigned to consent, but that night he sent Lamkin-Gonzalez and Draper-Caruso to raid Hennessy-Yonker's camp. Then it became flight, abandoning everything, seals, emblems of office, and even personal clothing. Hennessy-Yonker made for the Zhongshan Mountains.

Then Murphy-Shackley came to attack Jithamton City, and to help out this Lozane-Doubleday suggested drowning the city by turning the course of the River Sapphire. Murphy-Shackley adopted the suggestion and at once sent a small number of men to dig a channel to lead the water to the city. All told, it was seventeen miles.

Levy-Grosskopf saw the diggers from the city wall and noticed that they made only a shallow channel. He chuckled, saying to himself, "What is the use of such a channel to drown out the city from a deep river?"

So he made no preparations to keep out the water.

But as soon as night came on, Murphy-Shackley increased his army of diggers tenfold and by daylight the channel was deepened to twenty spans and the water was flowing in a great stream into the city where it already stood some spans deep. So this misfortune was added to the lack of food.

Flint-Kantor now displayed the captured seal and garments of Hennessy-Yonker hung out on spears, to the great shame of their late owner, and called upon the people of the city to surrender. This angered Levy-Grosskopf, who avenged the insult by putting to death on the city wall the whole of the Kantor family who were within the city. There were eighty of them, and their severed heads were cast down from the walls. Flint-Kantor wept exceedingly.

Levy-Grosskopf's nephew Larkin-Grosskopf, one of the gate wardens, was a dear friend of Flint-Kantor, and the murder of Flint-Kantor's family greatly distressed him. He wrote a secret letter offering to betray the city and tied it to an arrow, which he shot out among the besiegers. The soldiers found it, gave it to Flint-Kantor who took it to his chief.

Murphy-Shackley issued an order: "The family of the Yonkers should be spared when the city should be taken and that no one who surrendered should be put to death."

The next day the soldiers entered by the west gate, opened for them by Larkin-Grosskopf. Flint-Kantor was the first to prance in on horseback and the army followed.

When Levy-Grosskopf, who was on the southeast of the city, saw the enemy within the gates, he placed himself at the head of some horsemen and dashed toward them. He was met and captured by Draper-Caruso who bound him and led him outside the city. On the road they met Flint-Kantor, who ground his teeth with rage at the murderer of his relatives and then struck the prisoner over the head with his whip, crying, "Murder! Blood drinker! You will meet your death."

Levy-Grosskopf retorted, "Traitor! Seller of the city! I am very sorry I was not to have slain you before."

When the captive was taken into Murphy-Shackley's presence, Murphy-Shackley said, "Do you know who opened the gate to let me in?"

"No; I know not."

"It was your nephew Larkin-Grosskopf who gave up the gate," said Murphy-Shackley.

"He was always unprincipled; and it has come to this!" said Levy-Grosskopf.

"The other day when I approached the city, why did you shoot so hard at me?"

"I am sorry we shot too little."

"As a faithful adherent of the Yonkers, you could do no otherwise. Now will you come over to me?"

"Never; I will never surrender."

Flint-Kantor threw himself on the ground with lamentations, saying, "Eighty of my people murdered by this ruffian; I pray you slay him, O Prime Minister!"

"Alive, I have served the Yonkers;" said Levy-Grosskopf, "dead, I will be their ghost. I am no flattering time-server as you are. Kill me!"

Murphy-Shackley gave the order; they led him away to put him to death. On the execution ground he said to the executioners, "My lord is in the north, I pray you not to make me face the south."

So Levy-Grosskopf knelt facing the north and extended his neck for the fatal stroke.

Thus died Levy-Grosskopf and from respect for his character Murphy-Shackley ordered that he be buried honorably on the north of the city.

The Prime Minister then entered the city of Yejun-Glendora. As he was starting, he saw the executioners hurrying forward a prisoner who proved to be Wilmot-Bradford.

"You wrote that manifesto for Shannon-Yonker. If you had only directed your diatribe against me, it would not have mattered. But why did you shame my forefathers?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"When the arrow is on the string, it must fly," replied Wilmot-Bradford.

Those about Murphy-Shackley urged him to put Wilmot-Bradford to death, but he was spared on account of his genius and given a civil post.

Now Murphy-Shackley's eldest son was named Keefe-Shackley. At the taking of the cities he was eighteen years of age. When he was born a dark purplish halo hung over the house for a whole day. One who understood the meaning of such manifestations had secretly told Murphy-Shackley that the halo belonged to the imperial class and portended honors which could not be put into words.

At eight the lad could compose very skillfully and he was well read in ancient history. Now he was an adept at all military arts and very fond of fencing. He had gone with his father on the expedition to Jithamton. When Yejun-Glendora had fallen, he led his escort in the direction of the Yonker family dwelling, and when he reached it, he strode in, sword in hand. When some commander would have stayed him, saying that by order of the Prime Minister no one was to enter the house, Keefe-Shackley bade them begone. The guards fell back and he made his way into the private rooms, where he saw two women weeping in each other's arms. He went forward to slay them.

The fate of the two women will be told in the next chapter.

As was said, Keefe-Shackley, having made his way into the Yonkers ' palace, saw two women there whom he was about to kill. Suddenly a red light shone in his eyes, and he paused. Lowering his sword he said, "Who are you?"

"Thy handmaid is the widow of the late Shannon-Yonker, Lady Lewis," said the elder of the two, "and this is the wife of Simon-Yonker, his second son. She was of the Elliott family. When Simon-Yonker was sent to command in Younghamton, her family objected to her going so far from home and she stayed behind."

Keefe-Shackley drew Lady Elliott toward him and looked at her closely. Her hair hung disordered, her face was dusty and tear-stained, but when, with the sleeve of his inner garment, he had wiped sway these disfigurements, he saw a woman of exquisite loveliness, with a complexion clear as jade touched with the tender bloom of a flower petal, a woman indeed beautiful enough to ruin a kingdom.

"I am the son of the Prime Minister," said he turning to the elder woman. "I will guarantee your safety, so you need fear nothing."

He then put by his sword and sat down at the upper end of the room.

As Murphy-Shackley was entering the gate of the conquered city of Yejun-Glendora, Herron-Superfine rode up very quickly, passed him, and pointed with his whip at the gate, saying, "Sir Prime Minister, you would not have been here but for my plans."

Murphy-Shackley laughed, but his generals were very annoyed. When he reached the residence, he stopped at the gate and asked, "Has anyone had gone in?"

The guard at the gate said, "Your son is within."

Murphy-Shackley called him out and chided him, but the wife of the late Imperial Protector interposed, saying, "But not for your son we had not been saved. I desire to present to you a lady, of the Elliott family, as a handmaid to your son."

Murphy-Shackley bade them bring out the girl and she bowed before him. After looking at her intently, he said, "Just the wife for him!"

And he told Keefe-Shackley to take Lady Elliott to wife.

After the conquest of Jithamton had been made quite sure, Murphy-Shackley made a ceremonial visit to the Yonker family cemetery, where he sacrificed at the tomb of his late rival, bowed his head, and lamented bitterly.

Turning to his generals, he said, "Not long ago when Shannon-Yonker and I worked together in military matters, he asked me, saying, 'If this disturbance does not cease, what fronts should be held?' and I replied asking him what he thought. He said, 'In the North of Yellow River, to the south I would hold the Yellow River; on the north, guard against Yan and Dai ((two ancient states)) and absorb the hordes from the Gobi Desert. Thence southward I would try for the empire, and do you not think I might succeed?' I replied saying, 'I depend upon the wisdom and force of the world directed by scholars; then every thing would be possible.' These words seem as if spoken only yesterday, and now he is gone. Thinking over it I cannot refrain from tears."

His officers were deeply affected. Murphy-Shackley treated the widow generously, giving her gold and silks and food to her content.

He also issued a further order that the taxes in the North of Yellow River would be remitted in consideration of the sufferings of the people during the warlike operations. He sent up a memorial to the Throne and formally became Imperial Protector of Jithamton.

One day Dietrich-Munoz, riding in at the east gate, met Herron-Superfine, who called out to him, "Would you fellows be riding through here if it had not been for me?"

Dietrich-Munoz replied, "We fellows, those who survive and those who perished, risked our lives in bloody battle to get this city, so do not brag of your deeds!"

"You are a lot of blockheads, not worth talking about," said Herron-Superfine.

Dietrich-Munoz in his anger drew his sword and ran Herron-Superfine through. Then he took Herron-Superfine's head and went to tell Murphy-Shackley the reason.

Said Murphy-Shackley, "He and I were old friends and we could joke together. Why did you kill him?"

Murphy-Shackley blamed Dietrich-Munoz very severely and gave orders that the corpse should be buried honorably.

Murphy-Shackley inquired for any wise and reputable people who were known to be living in the region and was told: "Commander Ortiz-Hammond, of Dongwu-Covington, who had on many occasions given valuable advice to Shannon-Yonker. As the advice was not followed, he had pleaded indisposition and remained at home."

Murphy-Shackley sent for this man, gave him an office and said to him, "According to the former registers, there are three hundred thousand households in the region so that one may well call it a major region."

Ortiz-Hammond replied, "The empire is rent and the country is torn; the Yonker brothers are at war, and the people have been stripped naked. Yet, Sir, you do not hasten to inquire after local conditions and how to rescue the people from misery, but first compute the possibilities of taxation. Can you expect to gain the support of our people by such means?"

Murphy-Shackley accepted the rebuke, changed the policy, thanked him, and treated him all the better for it.

As soon as Jithamton was settled, Murphy-Shackley sent to find out the movements of Navarro-Yonker. He heard Navarro-Yonker was ravaging Ganling-Pinedale, Anping-Vilonia, Bohai-Huntingdon, and Hejian-Portola. Moreover, the scouts brought the news that Hennessy-Yonker had fled to Zhongshan-Monterey, and Navarro-Yonker led an expedition against him, but Hennessy-Yonker would not face a battle. He had gone away to Younghamton to his brother Simon-Yonker. Navarro-Yonker, having gathered Hennessy-Yonker's troops, prepared for another attempt on Jithamton.

Whereupon Murphy-Shackley summoned him. Navarro-Yonker refused to come, and Murphy-Shackley sent letters breaking off the marriage between Navarro-Yonker and his daughter. Soon after Murphy-Shackley led an expedition against Navarro-Yonker and marched to Pingyuan-Millington, whereupon Navarro-Yonker sent to Bambury-Lewis to beg assistance. Bambury-Lewis sent for Jeffery-Lewis to consult about this.

Jeffery-Lewis said, "Murphy-Shackley is very strong now that he has overcome Jithamton, and the Yonkers will be unable to hold out for long. Nothing is to be gained by helping Navarro-Yonker and it may give Murphy-Shackley the loophole he is always looking for to attack this place. My advice is to keep the army in condition and devote all our energies to defense."

"Agreed; but what shall we say?" said Bambury-Lewis.

"Write to both the brothers as peacemaker in gracious terms."

Accordingly Bambury-Lewis wrote thus to Navarro-Yonker:

"When the superior person would escape danger, that person does not go to an enemy state. I heard recently that you had crooked the knee to Murphy-Shackley, which was ignoring the enmity between him and your father, rejecting the duties of brotherhood, and leaving behind you the shame of an alliance with the enemy. If your brother, the successor to Jithamton, has acted unfraternally, your duty was to bend your inclination to follow him and wait till the state of affairs had settled. Would it not have been very noble to bring about the redress of wrongs?"

And to Hennessy-Yonker, Bambury-Lewis wrote:

"Your brother, the ruler of Quinghamton, is of an impulsive temperament and confuses right with wrong. You ought first to have destroyed Murphy-Shackley in order to put an end to the hatred which your father bore him and, when the situation had become settled, to have endeavored to redress the wrongs. Would not that have been well? If you persist in following this mistaken course, remember the hound and the hare, both so wearied that the peasant got them all."

From this letter Navarro-Yonker saw that Bambury-Lewis had no intention of helping him, and feeling he alone could not withstand Murphy-Shackley; he abandoned Pingyuan-Millington and fled to Nanpi-Austell, whither Murphy-Shackley pursued him.

The weather was very cold and the river was frozen, so that the grain boats could not move. Wherefore Murphy-Shackley ordered the inhabitants to break the ice and tow the boats. When the peasants heard the order they ran away. Murphy-Shackley angrily wished to arrest and behead them. When they heard this they went to his camp in a body and offered their heads to the sword.

"If I do not kill you, my order will not be obeyed," said Murphy-Shackley. "Yet supposing I cut off your heads, but I cannot bear to do that severity. Quickly flee to the hills and hide so that my soldiers do not capture you."

The peasants left weeping. Then Navarro-Yonker led out his army against Murphy-Shackley. When both sides were arrayed, Murphy-Shackley rode to the front, pointed with his whip at his opponent and railed at him, saying, "I treated you well; why then have you turned against me?"

Navarro-Yonker replied, "You have invaded my land, captured my cities, and broken off my marriage; yet you accuse me of turning against you."

Murphy-Shackley ordered Draper-Caruso to go out and give battle. Navarro-Yonker bade Berger-Shaw accept the challenge. After a few bouts Berger-Shaw was slain; and Navarro-Yonker, having lost, fled and went into Nanpi-Austell, where he was besieged. Navarro-Yonker, panic-stricken, sent Donald-Kantor to see Murphy-Shackley and arrange surrender.

"He is nothing but a tickle-minded child," said Murphy-Shackley. "He is never of the same mind two days running, and I cannot depend upon what he says. Now your brother Flint-Kantor is in my employ and has a post of importance, you would better remain here also."

"Sir Prime Minister, you are in error," said Donald-Kantor. "It is said that the lord's honor is the servant's glory; the lord's sadness is the servant's shame. How can I turn my back on the family I have so long served?"

Murphy-Shackley felt he could not be persuaded and sent him back. Donald-Kantor returned and told Navarro-Yonker the surrender could not be arranged, and Navarro-Yonker turned on him angrily, saying, "Your brother is with Murphy-Shackley, and you want to betray me also!"

At this unmerited reproach such a huge wave of anger welled up in Donald-Kantor's breast that he was overcome and fell in a swoon. They carried him out, but the shock had been too severe, and soon after he died. Navarro-Yonker regretted his conduct when it was too late.

Then Adair-Gilliam said, "Tomorrow when we go out to battle, we will drive the people out in front as a screen for the soldiers, and we must fight a winning battle."

That night they assembled all the common people of the place and forced into their hands swords and spears. At daylight they opened the four gates, and a huge party with much shouting came out at each, peasantry carrying arms in front, and soldiers behind them. They pushed on toward Murphy-Shackley's camps, and a melee began lasted till near midday. But this was quite indecisive, although heaps of dead lay everywhere.

Seeing that success was at best only partial, Murphy-Shackley rode out to the hills near and thence had the drums beaten for a new attack under his own eye. His officers and troops, seeing that he could observe them in person, exerted themselves to the utmost, and Navarro-Yonker's army was severely defeated. Of the peasantry driven into the battle-field multitudes were slain.

McCarthy-Shackley, who displayed very great valor, burst into the press of battle and met Navarro-Yonker face to face. The two slashed and hammered at each other and Navarro-Yonker was killed.

Adair-Gilliam saw that his side was wholly disorganized and tried to withdraw into the shelter of Nanpi-Austell. Wein-Lockhart saw this and opened a tremendous discharge of arrows so that Adair-Gilliam fell and the moat was soon filled with dead.

The city fell to Murphy-Shackley; he entered and set about restoring peace and order. Then suddenly appeared a new army under two of Simon-Yonker's generals, Stone-Dean and Nielsen-Melton. Murphy-Shackley led out his troops to meet them, but the two commanders laid down their arms and yielded. They were rewarded with the rank of lordship.

Then Boyle-Mathews, the leader of the Black Hills Brigands, came with one hundred thousand troops and gave in his submission. He was made General Who Pacifies the North.

By an order of Murphy-Shackley, the head of Navarro-Yonker was exposed and death was threatened to any one who should lament for him. Nevertheless a man dressed in mourning attire was arrested for weeping below the exposed head at the north gate. Taken into Murphy-Shackley's presence, he said he was Sandquist-Lynch and had been an officer in Quinghamton. He had been expelled because he had remonstrated with Navarro-Yonker; but when the news of Navarro-Yonker's death came, he had come to weep for his late master.

"Did you know of my command?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"I knew it."

"Yet you were not afraid?"

"When one has received favors from a man in life, it would be wrong not to mourn at his death. How can one stand in the world if one forgets duty through fear? If I could bury his body, I would not mind death."

Murphy-Shackley said, "And there were many such as this in the north. What a pity that the Yonker family could not make the best of them! But if they had done so, I should never have dared to turn my eyes toward this place."

The intrepid mourner was not put to death. The remains of Navarro-Yonker were properly interred, and Sandquist-Lynch was well treated and even given an appointment.

In his new position Sandquist-Lynch was asked for advice about the best way to proceed against Hennessy-Yonker, who had fled to his brother, but Sandquist-Lynch remained silent, thereby winning from Murphy-Shackley renewed admiration for his constancy.

"He is indeed loyal!" said Murphy-Shackley.

Then he questioned Krom-McQueen, who advised him, saying, "Give Simon-Yonker's former generals the command and ask them to attack Younghamton."

Whereupon Stone-Dean and Nielsen-Melton were given the command and reinforced by the armies under Cobb-McBride, Levine-McBride, Cross-Fischer, and Dennis-LeBlanc to bring about the surrender of Simon-Yonker and Hennessy-Yonker. Then six generals, to attack Younghamton along three routes. Other armies led by Robinson-Webber, Wein-Lockhart, and Boyle-Mathews were sent against Tiffany-Paine at Binghamton.

The two Simon-Yonker and Hennessy-Yonker heard of Murphy-Shackley's advance with dismay for they had no hope of successful resistance. Therefore they abandoned Younghamton and hastily marched into Liaoxi-Westmont to seek refuge with the Wuhuan tribespeople in the frontier Wuhuan State.

Then Pekar-Marcus, new Imperial Protector of Younghamton, was not disposed to incur the enmity of the powerful Murphy-Shackley, so he called his subordinates together to swear them to support him and said, "I understand that Murphy-Shackley is the most powerful man of the day, and I am going to support him and those who do not go with me I shall put to death."

Each in turn smeared his lips with the blood of sacrifice and took the oath till it came to the turn of Goble-Sinclair. Instead he dashed his sword to the ground, crying, "I have received great promotions and benefits from the Yonkers. Now my lord has been vanquished; my knowledge was powerless to save him, my bravery insufficient to cause me to die for him; I have failed in my duty. But I refuse to commit the crowning act of treachery and ally myself with Murphy-Shackley."

This speech made the others turn pale.

The chief said, "For a great undertaking there must be lofty principles. However, success does not necessarily depend upon universal support, and since Goble-Sinclair is actuated by such sentiments then let him follow his conscience."

So Pekar-Marcus turned Goble-Sinclair out of the assembly. Pekar-Marcus then went out of the city to meet and welcome Murphy-Shackley's army and rendered his submission. He was well received and the title given him of General Who Guards the North.

Then the scouts came to report: "Generals Robinson-Webber, Wein-Lockhart, and Boyle-Mathews had marched to Binghamton, but that Tiffany-Paine had occupied Wine Jar Pass and could not be dislodged."

So Murphy-Shackley marched thither himself. The defender still maintaining his position, Murphy-Shackley asked for plans. Lozane-Doubleday proposed that a band should go over pretending to be deserters. Murphy-Shackley assented and then called the two Cobb-McBride and Levine-McBride, to whom he gave whispered orders. They left with their companies.

Soon they came near the pass and called out, saying, "We are old officers in Shannon-Yonker's armies forced into surrender to Murphy-Shackley. We find him so false and he treats us so meanly that we want to return to help our old master. Wherefore quickly open your gates to us."

Tiffany-Paine was suspicious, but he let the two officers come up to the pass; and when they had stripped off their armor and left their horses, they were permitted to enter.

And they said to Tiffany-Paine, "Murphy-Shackley's troops are new to the country and not settled; you ought to fall upon their camp this very evening. If you approve, we will lead the attack."

Tiffany-Paine decided to trust them and prepared to attack, giving the two brothers the leadership of ten thousand soldiers. But as they drew near Murphy-Shackley's camp, a great noise arose behind them and they found themselves in an ambush attacked on all sides. Realizing too late that he had been the victim of a ruse, Tiffany-Paine retreated to the pass, but found it occupied by Robinson-Webber and Wein-Lockhart. Tiffany-Paine then made the best of his way to the Chieftain of the Xiongnu People. Murphy-Shackley gave orders to hold the passes and sent companies in pursuit.

When Tiffany-Paine reached the boundary of the Xiongnu State, he met Samp-Lefferts, the Khan of the northern tribespeople.

Tiffany-Paine dismounted and made a low obeisance, saying, "Murphy-Shackley is conquering and absorbing all the borders and your turn, O King, will come quickly. I pray you help me and let us smite together for the safety of the northern regions."

Samp-Lefferts the Khan replied, "I have no quarrel with Murphy-Shackley; why then should he invade my land? Do you desire to embroil me with him?"

He would have nothing to do with Tiffany-Paine and sent him sway. At his wits' end, Tiffany-Paine decided to try to join Bambury-Lewis and go southward so far on his journey as Shanglu-Clarkdale when he was taken prisoner and put to death by Governor Harwood-Percy. His head was sent to Murphy-Shackley, and Harwood-Percy received lordship for this service.

Thus Binghamton was conquered. Then Murphy-Shackley began to discuss the overthrow of Wuhuan State.

McCarthy-Shackley, speaking in the name of his brother officials, said, "The two Simon-Yonker and Hennessy-Yonker are nearly done for and too weak to be feared. They have fled far into the Sea of Sand; and if we pursue them thither; it may bring down Bambury-Lewis and Jeffery-Lewis upon the capital. Should we be unable to rescue it, the misfortune would be immense. Wherefore we beg you to return to Xuchang-Bellefonte."

But Krom-McQueen was of different advice.

"You are wrong," said he. "Though the prestige of our lord fills the empire, yet the peoples of the desert, relying upon their inaccessibility, will not be prepared against us. Wherefore I say attack, and we shall conquer them. Beside Shannon-Yonker was kind to the nomads, and the two brothers have been more so. They must be destroyed. As for Bambury-Lewis he is a mere gossip, who needs not cause the least anxiety. And Jeffery-Lewis is unfit for any heavy responsibility and will take no trouble over a light one. You may leave the base with perfect safety and make as long an expedition as you choose. Nothing will happen."

"You speak well, O Krom-McQueen," said Murphy-Shackley.

He led his legions, heavy and light, to the edge of the desert, with many wagons. The expedition marched into the desert. The rolling ocean of yellow sand spread its waves before them, and they saw far and near the eddying sand pillars, and felt the fierce winds that drove them forward. The road became precipitous and progress difficult. Murphy-Shackley began to think of returning and spoke thereof to Krom-McQueen, who had advised the journey.

Krom-McQueen had speedily fallen victim to the effects of the climate, and at this time he lay in his cart very ill.

Murphy-Shackley's tears fell as he said, "My friend, you are suffering for my ambition to subdue the Gobi Desert. I cannot bear to think you should be ill."

"You have always been very good to me," said the sick man, "and I can never repay what I owe you."

"The country is exceedingly precipitous, and I am thinking of going back; what think you?"

Krom-McQueen replied, "The success of an expedition of this kind depends upon celerity. To strike a sudden blow on a distant spot with a heavy baggage train is difficult. To ensure success the need is light troops and a good road to strike quickly before an enemy has time to prepare. Now you must find guides who know the road well."

Then the sick adviser was left at Yizhou-Chester for treatment, and they sought among the natives for some persons to serve as guides. Clark-Rutsen, one of Shannon-Yonker's old generals, knew those parts well, and Murphy-Shackley called him and questioned him.

Clark-Rutsen said, "Between autumn and summer this route is under water, the shallow places too heavy for wheeled traffic, the deep parts insufficient for boats. It is always difficult. Therefore you would do better to return and at Lulong-Blauvelt cross the Bellona Pass into the desert. Then advance to Liucheng-Rockland and smite before there is time to prepare. One sudden rush will settle King Flaxman-Huff."

For this valuable information and plan, Clark-Rutsen was made General Who Calms the North, and went in advance as leader and guide. Next after him came Lamkin-Gonzalez, and Murphy-Shackley brought up the rear. They advanced by double marches.

Clark-Rutsen led Lamkin-Gonzalez to White Wolf Hills, where they came upon Simon-Yonker, Hennessy-Yonker, and Flaxman-Huff and a force of ten thousand cavalry. Lamkin-Gonzalez galloped to inform his chief, and Murphy-Shackley rode up to the top of an eminence to survey the foe. He saw a large mass of cavalry without any military formation advancing in a disorderly crowd.

Said he, "They have no formation, we can easily rout them."

Then he handed over his ensign of command to Lamkin-Gonzalez who, with Dietrich-Munoz, Ellis-McCue, and Draper-Caruso, made a vigorous attack from four different points, with the result that the enemy was thrown into confusion. Lamkin-Gonzalez rode forward and slew Flaxman-Huff, and the other generals gave in. Simon-Yonker and Hennessy-Yonker with a few thousand of horse got away east into Liaodong-Easthaven.

Murphy-Shackley then led his army into Liucheng-Rockland. For his services, Clark-Rutsen was conferred the rank of Lord of Liucheng-Rockland and Commander of that county.

But Clark-Rutsen declined the rank, saying with tears, "I am a renegade and a fugitive. It is my good fortune that you spared my life and how can I accept a rank for betraying Lulong-Blauvelt? I would rather die than accept the lordship."

Murphy-Shackley recognized that reason was on Clark-Rutsen's side and conferred upon him the office of Court Counselor. Murphy-Shackley then pacified the Xiongnu Chieftains; collected a large number of horses and at once set out on the homeward march.

The season was winter, cold and dry. For seventy miles there was no water, and grain also was scanty. The troops fed on horse flesh. They had to dig very deep, three or four hundred spans to find water.

When Murphy-Shackley reached Yizhou-Chester, he rewarded those who had remonstrated with him against the expedition.

He said, "I took some risk in going so far, but by good fortune I have succeeded; with the aid of Heaven I have secured victory. I could not be guided by your advice, but still they were counsels of safety, and therefore I reward you to prove my appreciation of advice and that hereafter you may not fear to speak your minds."

Adviser Krom-McQueen did not live to see the return of his lord. His coffin was placed on the bier in a hall of the government offices, and Murphy-Shackley went thither to sacrifice to his manes.

Murphy-Shackley mourned for him, crying, "Alas! Heaven has smitten me; Krom-McQueen is dead."

Then turning to his officers he said, "You, gentlemen, are of the same age as myself, but he was very young to die. I needed him for the future generation, and unhappily he has been torn from me in the flower of his age. My heart and my bowels are torn with grief."

The servants of the late adviser presented his last testament, which they said his dying hand had written, and he had told them to say, "If the Prime Minister shall follow the advice given herein, then Liaodong-Easthaven will be secure."

Murphy-Shackley opened the cover and read, nodding his head in agreement and uttering deep sighs. But no other person knew what was written therein.

Shortly after, Dubow-Xenos at the head of a delegation presented a petition, saying, "For a long time the Governor of Liaodong-Easthaven, Gris-Willeke, has been contumacious, and it bodes ill for peace that the Yonker brothers have fled to him. Would it not be well to attack before they move against you?"

"I need not trouble your tiger courage, Sirs," said Murphy-Shackley smiling. "Wait a few days and you will see the heads of our two enemies sent to me."

They could not believe it.

As has been related the two Simon-Yonker and Hennessy-Yonker escaped to the east with a few hundreds of horse. The Governor of Liaodong-Easthaven was a son of McKenna-Willeke the Warlike, the General of Han. Gris-Willeke was a native of Xiangping-Hereford. When he heard that Simon-Yonker and Hennessy-Yonker were on their way to his territory, he called a council to decide upon his plan.

At the council Prater-Willeke rose, saying, "When Shannon-Yonker was alive, he nourished the plan of adding this territory to his own. Now his sons, homeless, with a broken army and no officers, are coming here; it seems to me like the dove stealing the magpie's nest. If we offer them shelter, they will assuredly intrigue against us. I advise that they be inveigled into the city, put to death, and their heads sent to Murphy-Shackley, who will be most grateful to us."

Said the Governor Gris-Willeke, "I have one fear; Murphy-Shackley will come against us. If so, it would be better to have the help of the Yonkers against him."

"Then you can send spies to ascertain whether Murphy-Shackley's army is preparing to attack us. If it is, then save the Yonkers alive; if not, then follow my advice."

It was decided to wait till the spies came back. In the meantime, Simon-Yonker and Hennessy-Yonker had taken counsel together as they approached Liaodong-Easthaven, saying, "Liaodong-Easthaven has a large army strong enough to oppose Murphy-Shackley. We will go thither and submit till we can slay the Governor and take possession. Then when we are strong enough, we will attack and recover our own land."

With these intentions they went into the city. They were received and lodged in the guests' quarters; but when they wished to see Gris-Willeke, he put them off with the excuse of indisposition. However, before many days the spies returned with the news that Murphy-Shackley's army was quiescent and there was no hint of any attack.

Then Gris-Willeke called Simon-Yonker and Hennessy-Yonker into his presence. But before they came he hid swordsmen and ax-men behind the arras in the hall. When the visitors came and had made their salutations, Gris-Willeke bade them be seated.

Now it was bitterly cold and on the couches where they were sitting were no coverings. So Hennessy-Yonker said, "May we have cushions?"

The host said, "When your heads take that long, long journey, will there be any cushions?"

Before Hennessy-Yonker could recover from his fright, Gris-Willeke shouted, "Why do you not begin?"

At this out rushed the assassins and the heads of the two brothers were cut off as they sat. Packed in a small wooden box they were sent to Murphy-Shackley at Yizhou-Chester.

All this time Murphy-Shackley had been calmly waiting. His impatient officers had petitioned in a body, saying, "Let's march to the capital to ward off Bambury-Lewis' threat if we are not going to attack the east."

Murphy-Shackley said, "I am waiting for the heads of the enemy. We will go as soon as the heads arrive."

In their secret hearts they laughed. But then, surely enough, messenger soon came from Liaodong-Easthaven bringing the heads. Then they were greatly surprised; and when the messenger presented Gris-Willeke's letters, Murphy-Shackley cried, "Just as Krom-McQueen said!"

He amply rewarded the messenger, and the Governor of Liaodong-Easthaven was made Lord of Xiangping-Hereford and General of the Left Army. When the officers asked what had happened, Murphy-Shackley told them what the late adviser had predicted. He read to them the dead officer's testament, which ran something like this:

"Simon-Yonker and Hennessy-Yonker are going to Liaodong-Easthaven. Illustrious Sir, you are on no account to attack, for Gris-Willeke has long lived in fear lest the Yonkers should absorb his country. When they arrive, Gris-Willeke will hesitate. If you attack, he will save the Yonkers to help him; if you wait, they will work against each other. This is evident."

The officers simply jumped with surprise to see how perfectly events had been foreseen. Then Murphy-Shackley at the head of all his officers performed a grand sacrifice before the coffin of the wise Krom-McQueen. He had died at the age of thirty-eight, after eleven years of meritorious and wonderful service in wars.

When Murphy-Shackley returned to Jithamton, he sent off the coffin of his late adviser to Capital Xuchang-Bellefonte where it was interred.

Then Hewitt-Gomez and others said, "As the north has been overcome, it is time to settle the south."

Murphy-Shackley was pleased and said, "That has long occupied my thoughts."

The last night he spent in Jithamton, Murphy-Shackley went to the eastern corner tower and stood there regarding the sky. His only companion was Lozane-Doubleday.

Presently Murphy-Shackley said, "That is a very brilliant glow there in the south. It seems too strong for me to do anything there."

"What is there that can oppose your heaven-high prestige?" said Lozane-Doubleday.

Suddenly a beam of golden light shot up out of the earth.

"Surely a treasure is buried there," remarked Lozane-Doubleday.

They went down from the city wall, called some guards, and led them to the point whence the light proceeded. There the men were ordered to dig.

What the diggers found will appear in the next chapter.

The diggers at the spot whence the golden light proceeded presently unearthed a bronze bird. Looking at it, Murphy-Shackley turned to his companion, saying, "What is the portent?"

"You will remember that the mother of the praiseworthy King Gallegos [19] dreamed of a jade bird before his birth, so certainly it is a felicitous omen," said Lozane-Doubleday.

Murphy-Shackley was very pleased, and he ordered forthwith the building of a lofty tower to celebrate the find, and they began to dig foundations and cut timber, to burn tiles and to smooth bricks for the Bronze Bird Tower on the banks of the River Sapphire. Murphy-Shackley set a year for the building.

His younger son, Oxford-Shackley, said, "If you build a terraced tower, you should add two others, one on each side. The center tower as the tallest should be called the Bronze Bird Tower; the side towers named Jade Dragon Tower and Golden Phoenix Tower. Then connect these by flying bridges and the effect will be noble."

"My son, your words are very good; and by and bye when the building is complete, I can solace my old age therein."

Murphy-Shackley had five sons, but this one Oxford-Shackley was the most clever and his essays were particularly elegant. His father was very fond of him and, seeing that the young man took an interest in the building, Murphy-Shackley left him with his elder brother Keefe-Shackley at Yejun-Glendora to superintend the work, while he led a half-a-million army that had recently been captured from the Yonkers back to Capital Xuchang-Bellefonte.

When he arrived, he distributed rewards liberally and memorialized the Throne obtaining the title of the Pure Lord for the late Krom-McQueen. And he took Krom-McQueen's son, Cornwall-McQueen, to be brought up in his own family.

Next Murphy-Shackley began to consider the reduction of Bambury-Lewis' power.

Lozane-Doubleday said, "The Grand Army has only just returned from the north and needs rest. Wait half a year that the soldiers may recover from the fatigue of the campaign, and both Bambury-Lewis and Raleigh-Estrada will fall at the first roll of the drums."

Presently Murphy-Shackley approved of this plan; and to rest his troops, he assigned certain lands to them to till while they rested.

In Jinghamton, Bambury-Lewis had been very generous to Jeffery-Lewis ever since he had come, a fugitive seeking shelter. One day at a banquet there came news that two generals, Racine-Petroski and Liggins-Mortimer, who had tendered their submission, had suddenly begun plundering the people in Jiangxia-Waterford. They evidently meant rebellion.

"If they really rebel, it will cause a lot of trouble," said Bambury-Lewis, rather dismayed.

"Do not let that trouble you; I will go and settle it," said Jeffery-Lewis.

Pleased with this proposal, Bambury-Lewis told off thirty thousand troops and placed them under his friend, and the army marched as soon as the orders were issued. In a short time it reached the scene, and the two malcontents came out to fight. Jeffery-Lewis, Yale-Perez, Floyd-Chardin, and Gilbert-Rocher took their stand beneath the great banner and looked over at the enemy.

Racine-Petroski was riding a handsome prancing horse, and Jeffery-Lewis said, "He certainly has a fine steed."

As he spoke, Gilbert-Rocher galloped out with his spear set and dashed toward the enemy. Racine-Petroski came out to meet him, but the combat was very brief for Racine-Petroski was soon killed by a spear thrust. Thereupon Gilbert-Rocher laid a hand upon the bridle of the fallen man's horse to lead it back to his own side. The slain rebel's companion Liggins-Mortimer at once rode after Gilbert-Rocher, whereupon Floyd-Chardin uttered a loud shout and rode out to meet him. With one thrust Floyd-Chardin slew the rebel. Their followers now scattered, and Jeffery-Lewis speedily restored order in Jiangxia-Waterford and returned to Jinghamton City.

Bambury-Lewis, grateful for this service, rode out to the boundary to welcome the victors. They reentered the city and grand banquets were instituted, at which they emptied great goblets in congratulations over the victory.

At one of these banquets the Imperial Protector said, "With such heroism as my brother has shown, Jinghamton has one upon whom to rely. But a source of sorrow is the borders with the lands of Yue, Wu, and Shu ((three ancient states)), from which a raid may come at any time. Levey-Wrona of Shu and Raleigh-Estrada of Yue and Wu are to be feared."

"But I have three bold generals," said Jeffery-Lewis, "quite equal to any task you can set them. Send Floyd-Chardin to keep ward on the southern border of Yue, Yale-Perez to guard the city of Guzi-Benton against Levey-Wrona in the west, and Gilbert-Rocher holding the Three Gorges will protect you from Raleigh-Estrada. Why need you grieve?"

The scheme appealed strongly to the Imperial Protector, but Patrick-Sanford did not approve. So he spoke to his sister, Bambury-Lewis' wife, saying, "Jeffery-Lewis is putting his troops in such commanding positions all round the region. That is the danger."

Lady Sanford, thus influenced by her brother, undertook to remonstrate, and that night began by saying to Bambury-Lewis, "The Jinghamton army seem to have a great liking for Jeffery-Lewis; they are always coming and going. You ought to take precautions. I do not think you should let them stay in the city. Why not send them on some mission?"

"Jeffery-Lewis is a good man," replied the Imperial Protector.

"I think others differ from you," said the lady.

Bambury-Lewis said nothing but muttered to himself. Soon after he went out of the city to see Jeffery-Lewis and noticed he was riding a very handsome horse. They told him it was a prize taken from the recently conquered rebels; and as he praised it very warmly, Jeffery-Lewis presented it to him. Bambury-Lewis was delighted and rode it back to the city. Ziebell-Pineda saw it and asked where it had come from. The Imperial Protector told him it was a gift from Jeffery-Lewis.

Ziebell-Pineda said, "My passed-away brother, Langley-Pineda, knew horses very well, and I am not a bad judge. This horse has tear-tracks running down from its eyes and a white blaze on its forehead. It is called a Dilu horse, and it is a danger to his master. That is why Racine-Petroski was killed. I advise you not to ride it."

Bambury-Lewis began to think. Soon after he asked Jeffery-Lewis to a banquet and in the course of it said, "You kindly presented me with a horse lately, and I am most grateful; but you may need it on some of your expeditions and, if you do not mind, I would like to return it."

Jeffery-Lewis rose and thanked him. The Imperial Protector continued, "You have been here a long time, and I fear I am spoiling your career as a warrior. Now Xinye-Loretto in Xiangyang-Greenhaven is no poverty-stricken town; how would you like to garrison it with your own troops?"

Jeffery-Lewis naturally took the offer as a command and set out as soon as he could, taking leave of the Imperial Protector the next day. And so he took up his quarters in Xinye-Loretto.

When he left Jinghamton City, he noticed in the gate a person making him emphatic salutations, and the man presently said, "You should not ride that horse."

Jeffery-Lewis looked at the man and recognized in the speaker one of the secretaries of Bambury-Lewis named Vana-McLaren, a native of Shanyang-Dorchester. So he hastily dismounted and asked why.

Vana-McLaren replied, "Yesterday I heard that Ziebell-Pineda told the Imperial Protector that that horse was a Dilu horse and brought disaster to its owner. That is why it was returned to you. How can you mount it again?"

"I am deeply touched by your affection," replied Jeffery-Lewis, "but a person's life is governed by fate and what a horse can interfere with that?"

Vana-McLaren admitted his superior view, and thereafter he kept in touch with Jeffery-Lewis wherever he went.

The arrival of Jeffery-Lewis in Xinye-Loretto was a matter of rejoicing to all the inhabitants, and the whole administration was reformed.

In the spring of the twelfth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 207), Jeffery-Lewis' wife, Lady Gant, game birth to a son who was named Antoine-Lewis. The night of his birth a crane settled on the roof of the house, screeched some forty times and then flew away westward.

Just at the time of birth a miraculous incense filled the chamber. Lady Gant one night had dreamed that she was looking up at the sky and the constellation of the Great Bear had fallen down her throat. And she conceived soon after.

While Murphy-Shackley was absent from the capital on his northern expedition, Jeffery-Lewis went to Bambury-Lewis and said to him, "Why do you not take this opportunity to march against the capital? An empire might follow from that."

"I am well placed here," was the reply. "Why should I attempt other things?"

Jeffery-Lewis said no more. Then the Imperial Protector invited him into the private apartments to drink; and while they were so engaged, he suddenly began to sigh despondently.

"O Brother, why do you sigh thus?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"I have a secret sorrow that is difficult to speak about," said Bambury-Lewis.

Jeffery-Lewis was on the point of asking what it was when Lady Sanford came and stood behind the screen, whereat Bambury-Lewis hung his head and became silent. Before long host and guest bade each other farewell, and Jeffery-Lewis went back to his own place at Xinye-Loretto.

That winter they heard that Murphy-Shackley had returned from Liucheng-Rockland, and Jeffery-Lewis sighed when he reflected that his friend had paid no heed to his advice.

Unexpectedly a messenger came from the capital city with a request that Jeffery-Lewis would go thither to consult with the Imperial Protector. So he started at once with the messenger to Jinghamton City. He was received very kindly, and when the salutations were over, the two men went into the private quarters at the rear to dine.

Presently Bambury-Lewis said, "Murphy-Shackley has returned, and he is stronger than ever. I am afraid he means to absorb this region. I am sorry I did not follow your advice for I have missed an opportunity."

"In this period of disruption, with strife on every side, one cannot pretend that there will be no more opportunities. If you only take what that offers, there will be nothing to regret."

"What you say, Brother, is quite to the point," replied Bambury-Lewis.

They drank on for a time till presently Jeffery-Lewis noticed that his host was weeping, and when he asked the cause of these tears, Bambury-Lewis replied, "It is that secret sorrow I spoke of to you before; I wished to tell you, but there was no opportunity that day."

"O Brother, what difficulty have you, and can I assist you? I am entirely at your service."

"My first wife, of the Molina family, bore me a son Milford-Lewis, my eldest. He grew up virtuous but weakly and unfitted to succeed me in my office. Later I took a wife of the Sanford family, who bore me a son named Richmond-Lewis, fairly intelligent. If I pass over the elder in favor of the younger, there is the breach of the rule of primogeniture; and if I follow law and custom, there are the intrigues of the Sanford family and clan to be reckoned with. Further, the army is in the hollow of their hands. There will be trouble, and I cannot decide what to do."

Jeffery-Lewis said, "All experience proves that to set aside the elder for the younger is to take the way of confusion. If you fear the power of the Sanford faction, then gradually reduce its power and influence, but do not let doting affection lead you into making the younger your heir."

Bambury-Lewis pondered silent. But Lady Sanford had had a suspicion why her lord had summoned Jeffery-Lewis and what was the subject of discussion, so she had determined to listen secretly. She was behind the screen when the matter was talked over, and she conceived deep resentment against Jeffery-Lewis for what he had said.

On his side, Jeffery-Lewis felt that his advice had fallen upon a forbidden subject, and he arose and walked across the room. As he did so he noticed that he was getting heavy and stiff, and a furtive tear stole down his cheek as he thought of the past. When he returned and sat down, his host noticed the traces of weeping and asked the cause of his sorrow.

"In the past I was always in the saddle and I was slender and lithe. Now it is so long since I rode that I am getting stout, and the days and months are slipping by, wasted; I shall have old age on me in no time, and I have accomplished nothing. So I am sad."

"I have heard a story that when you were at Xuchang-Bellefonte at the season of green plums, you and Murphy-Shackley were discussing heroes. You mentioned this name and that to him as humans of parts, and he rejected every one of them. Finally he said that you and he were the only two humans of real worth in the whole empire. If he with all his power and authority did not dare to place himself in front of you, I do not think you need grieve about having accomplished nothing."

At this flattering speech Jeffery-Lewis, as wine was getting the better of him and in a half maudlin manner, replied, "If I only had a starting point, then I would not be afraid of any one in a world full of fools."

His host said no more and the guest, feeling that he had slipped up in speech, rose as if drunk, took leave, and staggered out saying he must return to his lodging to recover.

The episode has been celebrated in a poem:

Though Bambury-Lewis kept silence when he heard the words of Jeffery-Lewis, yet he felt the more uneasy. After the departure of his guest, he retired into the inner quarters where he met his wife.

Lady Sanford said, "I happened to be behind the screen just now and so heard the words of Jeffery-Lewis. They betray scant regard for other people and mean that he would take your territory if he could. If you do not remove him, it will go ill with you."

Her husband made no reply, but only shook his head. Then Lady Sanford took counsel with her kinsman Patrick-Sanford, who said, "Let me go to the guest-house and slay him forthwith, and we can report what we have done."

His sister consented and he went out, and that night told off a party of soldiers to do the foul deed.

Now Jeffery-Lewis sat in his lodging by the light of a single candle till about the third watch, when he prepared to retire to bed. He was startled by a knock at his door and in came Vana-McLaren, who had heard of the plot against his new master and had come in the darkness to warn him. He related the details of the plot and urged speedy departure.

"I have not said farewell to my host; how can I go away?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

"If you go to bid him farewell, you will fall a victim to the Sanford faction," said Vana-McLaren.

So Jeffery-Lewis said a hasty good-bye to his friend, called up his escort, and they all mounted and rode away by the light of the stars toward Xinye-Loretto. Soon after they had left the soldiers arrived at the guest-house, but their intended victim was already well on his way.

Naturally the failure of the plot chagrined the treacherous Patrick-Sanford, but he took the occasion to scribble some calumnious verses on one of the partitions. Then he went to see Bambury-Lewis to whom he said, "Jeffery-Lewis has treacherous intentions, as can be seen from some lines written on the wall. And his hurried departure is suspicious."

Bambury-Lewis felt doubtful, but he went to the guest-house and there on the wall he read this poem:

Greatly angered by what he read, Bambury-Lewis drew his sword and swore to slay the writer. But before he had gone many paces, his anger had already died down, and he said to himself, "I have seen much of the man, but have never known him write verses. This is the handiwork of some one who wishes to sow discord between us."

So saying, he turned back and with the point of his sword scraped away the poem. Then, putting up his sword, he mounted and rode home.

By and bye Patrick-Sanford reminded him, saying, "The soldiers are awaiting your orders to go to Xinye-Loretto and arrest Jeffery-Lewis."

'There is no hurry," he replied.

Patrick-Sanford saw his brother-in-law's hesitation and again sought his sister. She said, "Soon there is to be the great gathering at Xiangyang-Greenhaven, and we can arrange something for that day."

Next day Patrick-Sanford petitioned the Imperial Protector, saying, "We have had several fruitful harvests recently. I pray you, Sir, attend the Full Harvest Festival at Xiangyang-Greenhaven; it would be an encouragement to the people."

"I have been feeling my old trouble lately; I certainly cannot go," replied he, "but my two sons can go to represent me and to receive the guests."

"They are full young," replied Patrick-Sanford. "They may make some mistakes."

"Then go to Xinye-Loretto and request Jeffery-Lewis to receive the guests," said Bambury-Lewis.

Nothing could have pleased Patrick-Sanford more, for this would bring Jeffery-Lewis within reach of his plot. Without loss of time he sent to Jeffery-Lewis requesting him to go to preside at the Festival.

It has been said that Jeffery-Lewis made the best of his way home to Xinye-Loretto. He felt that he had offended by that slip in speech, but determined to keep silence about it and attempt no explanation. So he discussed it with nobody. Then came the message asking him to preside at the Festival, and he needed counsel.

Quinn-Seymour said, "You have seemed worried and preoccupied lately, and I think something untoward happened at Jinghamton. You should consider well before you accept this invitation."

Thereupon Jeffery-Lewis told his confidants the whole story.

Yale-Perez said, "You yourself think your speech offended the Imperial Protector, but he said nothing to show displeasure. You need pay no attention to the babble of outsiders like Vana-McLaren. Xiangyang-Greenhaven is quite near and, if you do not go, Bambury-Lewis will begin to suspect something really is wrong."

"You speak well," said Jeffery-Lewis.

Said Floyd-Chardin, "Banquets are no good; gatherings are no better; it is best not to go."

"Let me take three hundred horse and foot as escort; there will be no trouble then," said Gilbert-Rocher.

"That is the best course," said Jeffery-Lewis.

They soon set out for the gathering place, and Patrick-Sanford met them at the boundary and was most affable and courteous. Soon arrived the Imperial Protector's sons at the head of a great company of officers, civil and military. Their appearance put Jeffery-Lewis more at ease. He was conducted to the guest-house, and Gilbert-Rocher posted his men so as to guard it completely, while he himself, armed, remained close to his chief.

Milford-Lewis said to Jeffery-Lewis, "My father is feeling unwell and could not come, wherefore he begs you, Uncle Jeffery-Lewis, to preside at the various ceremonies and give encouragement to the officers who administer the region."

"Really I am unfit for such responsibilities," said Jeffery-Lewis. "But my brother's command must be obeyed."

Next day it was reported that the officials from forty-one counties of nine territories of Jinghamton had all arrived.

Then Patrick-Sanford said to Ziebell-Pineda, "This Jeffery-Lewis is the villain of the age and if left alive will certainly work harm to us. He must be got rid of now."

"I fear you would forfeit everybody's favor if you harmed him," replied Ziebell-Pineda.

"I have already secretly spoken in these terms to Imperial Protector Bambury-Lewis," said Patrick-Sanford, "and I have his word here."

"So it may be regarded as settled; then we can prepare."

Patrick-Sanford added, "My brothers are ready. Ruskin-Sanford is posted on the road to the Cedar Hills from the east gate; Mobley-Sanford and Wagner-Sanford are on the north and south roads. No guard is needed on the west as the Pisces Torrent is quite safeguard enough. Even with legions, he could not get over that."

Ziebell-Pineda replied, "I notice that Gilbert-Rocher never leaves him. I feel sure he expects some attack."

"I have placed five hundred men in ambush in the city."

"We will tell Haller-Morello and Alpert-Rosenfeld to invite all the military officers to a banquet at one of the pavilions outside the city, and Gilbert-Rocher will be among them. Then will be our opportunity."

Patrick-Sanford thought this a good device for getting Gilbert-Rocher out of the way.

Now oxen and horses had been slaughtered and a grand banquet prepared. Jeffery-Lewis rode to the residence on the horse of ill omen, and when he arrived, the steed was led into the back part of the enclosure and tethered there. Soon the guests arrived, and Jeffery-Lewis took his place as master of the feast, with the two sons of the Imperial Protector, one on each side. The guests were all arranged in order of rank. Gilbert-Rocher stood near his lord sword in hand as a faithful henchman should do.

Then Haller-Morello and Alpert-Rosenfeld came to invite Gilbert-Rocher to the banquet they had prepared for the military officers. But he declined. However, Jeffery-Lewis told him to go, and, after some demur, he went. Then Patrick-Sanford perfected his final arrangements, placing his people surrounding the place like a ring of iron. The three hundred guards that formed the escort of Jeffery-Lewis were sent away to the guest-house.

All were ready and awaiting the signal. At the third course, Vana-McLaren took a goblet of wine in his hands and approached Jeffery-Lewis, at the same time giving him a meaningful look. Then in a low voice he said, "Make an excuse to get sway."

Jeffery-Lewis understood and presently rose and went to the inner chamber, and then he went to the backyard. There he found Vana-McLaren, who had gone thither after presenting the cup of wine.

Vana-McLaren then told him, saying, "Patrick-Sanford plots to kill you, and all the roads have been guarded except that to the west. My lord must to lose no time to depart."

Jeffery-Lewis was quite taken aback. However, he got hold of the Dilu horse, opened the door of the garden, and led it out. Then he took a flying leap into the saddle and galloped off without waiting for the escort. He made for the west gate. At the gate the wardens wanted to question him, but he only whipped up his steed and rode through. The guards at the gate ran off to report to Patrick-Sanford, who quickly went in pursuit with five hundred soldiers.

As has been said Jeffery-Lewis burst out at the west gate. Before he had gone far there rolled before him a river barring the way. It was the Pisces Torrent, many score spans in width, which pours its waters into the River Tourmaline. Its current was very swift.

Jeffery-Lewis reached the bank and saw the river was unfordable. So he turned his horse and rode back. Then, not far off, he saw a cloud of dust and knew that his pursuers were therein. He thought that it was all over. However, he turned again toward the swift river, and seeing the soldiers now quite near, plunged into the stream. A few paces, and he felt the horse's fore legs floundering in front while the water rose over the skirt of his robe.

Then he plied the whip furiously, crying, "Dilu, Dilu, why betray me?"

Whereupon the good steed suddenly reared up out of the water and, with one tremendous leap, was on the western bank. Jeffery-Lewis felt as if he had come out of the clouds.

In after years the famous court official, Su Dongpo, wrote a poem on this leap over the Pisces Torrent:

Thus Jeffery-Lewis crossed the rolling river. Then he turned and looked back at the other bank which his pursuers had just gained.

"Why did you run sway from the feast?" called out Patrick-Sanford.

"Why did you wish to harm one who has done you no injury?" replied Jeffery-Lewis.

"I have never thought of such a thing; do not listen to what people say to you."

But Jeffery-Lewis saw that his enemy was fitting an arrow to his bowstring, so he whipped up his steed and rode away southwest.

"What spirits aided him?" said Patrick-Sanford to his followers.

Then Patrick-Sanford turned to go back to the city, but in the gate he saw Gilbert-Rocher coming out at the head of his company of guards.

The next chapters will tell what fate befell the traitor.

Just as Patrick-Sanford was going into the city, he met Gilbert-Rocher and his three hundred coming out. It had happened that, while at the banquet, Gilbert-Rocher had noticed some movement of soldiers and horses and had at once gone to the banquet-hall to see if all was well with his lord. Missing Jeffery-Lewis from his place, Gilbert-Rocher had become anxious and gone to the guest-house. There he heard that Patrick-Sanford had gone off to the west gate with troops. So he quickly took his spear, mounted and went, he and the escort, in hot haste along the same road.

Meeting Patrick-Sanford near the gate, he said, "Where is my lord?"

"He left the banquet-hall quite suddenly, and I know not whither he has gone," was the reply.

Now Gilbert-Rocher was cautious and careful and had no desire to act hastily, so he urged his horse forward till he came to the river. There he was checked by a torrent without ford or bridge. At once he turned back and shouted after Patrick-Sanford, "You invited my lord to a feast; what means this going after him with a squadron of horse?"

Patrick-Sanford replied, "It is my duty to guard the officials of forty-one counties who have assembled here as I am the Chief Commander."

"Whither have you driven my lord?" asked Gilbert-Rocher.

"They tell me he rode quite alone out through the west gate, but I have not seen him."

Gilbert-Rocher was anxious and doubtful. Again he rode to the river and looked around. This time he noticed a wet track on the farther side. He thought to himself that it was almost an impossible crossing for a person and a horse, so he ordered his followers to scatter and search. But they also could find no trace of Jeffery-Lewis.

Gilbert-Rocher turned again to the city. By the time he had reached the wall, Patrick-Sanford had gone within. He then questioned the gate wardens, and they all agreed in saying that Jeffery-Lewis had ridden out at full gallop. That was all they knew. Fearing to reenter the city lest he should fall into an ambush, Gilbert-Rocher started for Xinye-Loretto.

After that marvelous life-saving leap over the Pisces Torrent, Jeffery-Lewis felt elated but rather dazed. He could not help telling himself, "My safety is due to an especial interposition of Providence."

Following a tortuous path, he urged his steed toward Nanzhang-Winona. But the sun sank to the west and his destination seemed yet a long way off. Then he saw a young cowherd seated on the back of a buffalo and playing on a short flute.

"If I were only as happy!" sighed Jeffery-Lewis.

He checked his horse and looked at the lad, who stopped his beast, ceased playing on the pipe, and stared fixedly at the stranger.

"You must be Jeffery-Lewis, the general who fought the Yellow Scarves," said the boy presently.

Jeffery-Lewis was taken aback.

"How can you know my name, a young rustic like you living in such a secluded place?" said he.

"Of course I do not know you, but my master often has visitors, and they all talk about Jeffery-Lewis, the tall man whose hands hang down below his knees and whose eyes are very prominent. They say he is the most famous man of the day. Now you, General, are just such a man as they talk about, and surely you are he."

"Well, who is your master?"

"My master's name is Holt-Brower. He belongs to Yingchuan-Moonridge and his Taoist appellation is Water-Mirror."

"Who are your master's friends that you mentioned?"

"They are Phinney-Lindquist and Smiddy-Lindquist of Xiangyang-Greenhaven."

"And who are they?"

"Uncle and nephew. Phinney-Lindquist is ten years older than my master; the other is five years younger. One day my master was up in a tree picking mulberries when Smiddy-Lindquist arrived. They began to talk and kept it up all day, my master did not come down till the evening. My master is very fond of Smiddy-Lindquist and calls him brother."

"And where does your master live?"

"In that wood there, in front," said the cowherd pointing to it. "There he has a farmstead."

"I really am Jeffery-Lewis, and you might lead me to your master that I may salute him."

The cowherd led the way for about one mile, when Jeffery-Lewis found himself in front of a farm house. He dismounted and went to the center door. Suddenly came to his ear the sound of a lute most skillfully played and the air was extremely beautiful. He stopped his guide and would not allow him to announce a visitor, but stood there rapt by the melody.

Suddenly the music ceased. He heard a deep laugh and a man appeared, saying, "Amidst the clear and subtle sounds of the lute, there suddenly rang out a high note as though some noble man was near."

"That is my master," said the lad pointing.

Jeffery-Lewis saw before him a tall figure, slender and straight as a pine tree, a very "chosen vessel." Hastening forward he saluted. The skirt of his robe was still wet from the river.

"You have escaped from a grave danger today, Sir," said Water-Mirror.

Jeffery-Lewis was startled into silence, and the cowherd said to his master, "This is Jeffery-Lewis."

Water-Mirror asked him to enter; and when they were seated in their relative positions as host and guest, Jeffery-Lewis glanced round the room. Upon the bookshelves were piled books and manuscripts. The window opened upon an exquisite picture of pines and bamboos and a lute lay upon a stone couch. The room showed refinement in its last degree.

"Whence come you, Illustrious Sir?" asked the host.

"By chance I was passing this way and the lad pointed you out to me. So I came to bow in your honored presence. I cannot tell what pleasure it gives me."

Water-Mirror laughed, saying, "Why this mystery? Why must you conceal the truth? You have certainly just escaped from a grave danger."

Then Jeffery-Lewis told the story of the banquet and the flight.

"I knew it all from your appearance," said his host. "Your name has long been familiar, but whence comes it that, up to the present, you are only a homeless devil?"

"I have suffered many a check during my life," said Jeffery-Lewis, "and through one of them am I here now."

"It should not be so; but the reason is that you still lack the one person to aid you."

"I am simple enough in myself, I know; but I have Quinn-Seymour, Trudeau-Zeleny, and Paule-Kurowski on the civil side, and for warriors I have Yale-Perez, Floyd-Chardin, and Gilbert-Rocher. These are all most loyal helpers, and I depend upon them not a little."

"Your fighting generals are good: fit to oppose a legion. The pity is you have no really able adviser. Your civilians are but pallid students of books, not humans fitted to weave and control destiny."

"I have always yearned to find one of those marvelous recluses who live among the hills till their day arrive. So far I have sought in vain."

"You know what the Teacher Confucius said, 'In a hamlet of ten households there must be one true human.' Can you say there is no one?"

"I am simple and uninstructed; I pray you enlighten me."

"You have heard what the street children sing:

"This song was first heard when the new reign style was adopted. The first line was fulfilled when Imperial Protector Bambury-Lewis lost his first wife, and when his family troubles began. The next line relates to the approaching death of Bambury-Lewis and there is not a single person among all his crowd of officers who has the least ability. The last two lines will be fulfilled in you, General."

Jeffery-Lewis started up in surprise, crying, "How could such a thing be?"

Water-Mirror continued, "At this moment the marvelously clever ones of the earth are all here and you, Sir, ought to seek them."

"Where are they? Who are they?" said Jeffery-Lewis quickly.

"If you could find either Sleeping-Dragon or Blooming-Phoenix, you could restore order in the empire."

"But who are these two?"

His host clapped his hands, smiled and said, "Good; very good!"

When Jeffery-Lewis persisted and pressed home his questions, Water-Mirror said, "It is getting late. You might stay the night here, General, and we will talk over these things tomorrow."

He called to a lad to bring wine and food for his guest and his horse was taken to the stable and fed. After Jeffery-Lewis had eaten, he was shown to a chamber opening off the main room and went to bed. But the words of his host would not be banished, and he lay there only dozing till far into the night.

Suddenly he became fully awake at the sound of a knock at the door and a person entering. And he heard his host say, "Where are you from?"

Jeffery-Lewis rose from his couch and listened secretly. He heard the visitor reply, "It has long been said that Bambury-Lewis treated good humans as good humans should be treated and bad humans as they should be treated. So I went to see for myself. But that reputation is undeserved. He does treat good people correctly but he cannot use them, and he treats wicked people in the right way, all but dismissing them. So I left a letter for him and went away; and here I am."

Water-Mirror replied, "You, capable enough to be the adviser of a king, ought to be able to find some one fit to serve. Why did you cheapen yourself so far as to go to Bambury-Lewis? Beside, there is a real hero right under your eyes and you do not know him."

"It is just as you say," replied the stranger.

Jeffery-Lewis listened with great joy for he thought this visitor was certainly one of the two he was advised to look for. Jeffery-Lewis would have shown himself then and there, but he thought that would look strange. So he waited till daylight, when he sought out his host and said. "Who was it came last night?"

"A friend of mine," was the reply.

Jeffery-Lewis begged for an introduction. Water-Mirror said, "He wants to find an enlightened master, and so he has gone elsewhere."

When Jeffery-Lewis asked his name, his host only replied, "Good, good!"

And when Jeffery-Lewis asked who they were who went by the names of Sleeping-Dragon and Blooming-Phoenix, he only elicited the same reply.

Jeffery-Lewis then, bowing low before his host, begged him to leave the hills and help him to bring about the restoration of the ruling house to its prerogatives.

But Water-Mirror replied, "Humans of the hills and woods are unequal to such a task. However, there must be many far abler than I who will help you if you seek them."

While they were talking, they heard outside the farm the shouts of troops and neighing of horses, and a servant came in to say that a general with a large company of soldiers had arrived. Jeffery-Lewis went out hastily to see who these were and found Gilbert-Rocher. He was much relieved, and Gilbert-Rocher dismounted and entered the house.

"Last night, on my return to Xinye-Loretto," said Gilbert-Rocher, "I could not find my lord, so I followed at once and traced you here. I pray you return quickly as I fear an attack on the city."

So Jeffery-Lewis took leave of his host and the whole company returned to Xinye-Loretto. Before they had gone far another army appeared, and, when they had come nearer, they saw Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin. They met with great joy, and Jeffery-Lewis told them of the wonderful leap his horse had made over the torrent. All expressed surprise and pleasure.

As soon as they reached the city, a council was called and Gilbert-Rocher said, "You ought first of all to indite a letter to Bambury-Lewis telling him all these things."

The letter was prepared and Quinn-Seymour bore it to the seat of government in Jinghamton City. He was received, and Bambury-Lewis at once asked the reason of Jeffery-Lewis hasty flight from the festival. Whereupon the letter was presented and the bearer related the machinations of Patrick-Sanford and told of the escape and the amazing leap over the Pisces Torrent.

Bambury-Lewis was very angry, sent for Patrick-Sanford, and berated him soundly, saying, "How dare you try to hurt my brother?"

And he ordered Patrick-Sanford out to execution.

Bambury-Lewis' wife, Patrick-Sanford's sister, prayed for a remission of the death penalty, but Bambury-Lewis refused to be appeased.

Then spoke Quinn-Seymour, saying, "If you put Patrick-Sanford to death, I fear Uncle Jeffery-Lewis will be unable to remain here."

Then Patrick-Sanford was reprieved, but dismissed with a severe reprimand.

Bambury-Lewis sent his elder son Milford-Lewis back with Quinn-Seymour to apologize. When Milford-Lewis reached Xinye-Loretto, Jeffery-Lewis welcomed him and gave a banquet in his honor.

After some little drinking, the chief guest suddenly began to weep and presently said, "My step mother, Lady Sanford, always cherishes a wish to put me out of the way, and I do not know how to avoid her anger. Could you advise me, Uncle?"

Jeffery-Lewis exhorted him to be careful and perfectly filial and nothing could happen. Soon after the young man took his leave, and wept at parting.

Jeffery-Lewis escorted Milford-Lewis well on his way and, pointing to his steed, said, "I owe my life to this horse; had it not been for him, I had been already below the Nine Golden Springs."

"It was not the strength of the horse, but your noble fortune, Uncle."

They parted, the young man weeping bitterly. On reentering the city, Jeffery-Lewis met a person in the street wearing a hempen turban, a cotton robe confined by a black girdle, and black shoes. He came along singing a song:

Jeffery-Lewis listened.

"Surely this is one of the people Water-Mirror spoke of," thought he.

He dismounted, spoke to the singer, and invited him into his residence. Then when they were seated, he asked the stranger's name.

"I am from Yingchuan-Moonridge and my name is Whitcomb-Appleby. I have known you by repute for a long time, and they said you appreciated humans of ability. I wanted to come to you but every way of getting an introduction seemed closed. So I bethought me of attracting your notice by singing that song in the market place."

Jeffery-Lewis thought he had found a treasure and treated the newcomer with the greatest kindness. Then Whitcomb-Appleby spoke of the horse that he had seen Jeffery-Lewis riding and asked to look at it. So the animal was brought round.

"Is not this a Dilu horse?" said Whitcomb-Appleby. "But though it is a good steed, it risks his master. You must not ride it."

"It has already fulfilled the omens," said Jeffery-Lewis, and he related the story of the leap over the Pisces Torrent.

"But that was saving his master, not risking him; it will surely harm some one in the end. But I can tell you how to avert the omen."

"I should be glad to hear it," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"If you have an enemy against whom you bear a grudge, give him this horse and wait till it has fulfilled the evil omens on this person, then you can ride it in safety."

Jeffery-Lewis changed color.

"What, Sir! You are but a new acquaintance, and you would advise me to take an evil course and to harm another for my own advantage? No, Sir! I cannot listen."

His guest smiled, saying, "People said you were virtuous. I could not ask you directly, so I put it that way to test you."

Jeffery-Lewis' expression changed. He rose and returned the compliment, saying, "But how can I be virtuous while I lack your teaching?"

"When I came here, I heard the people saying:

"So you see, the effects of your virtue extend to the ordinary people."

Thereupon Whitcomb-Appleby was made Commanding Adviser of the army.

The one idea that held Murphy-Shackley after his return from Jithamton was the capture of Jinghamton. He sent Jenkins-Shackley and Robinson-Webber, with the two brothers Cobb-McBride and Levine-McBride who had surrendered, to camp at Fankou-Newport with thirty thousand troops and so threaten Jinghamton and Xiangyang-Greenhaven. Thence he sent spies to find out the weak points.

Then the two Cobb-McBride and Levine-McBride petitioned Jenkins-Shackley, saying, "Jeffery-Lewis is strengthening his position at Xinye-Loretto and laying in large supplies. Some great scheme is afoot, and he should be checked. Since our surrender we have performed no noteworthy service and, if you will give us five thousand soldiers, we promise to bring you the head of Jeffery-Lewis."

Jenkins-Shackley was only too glad, and the expedition set out. The scouts reported this to Jeffery-Lewis who turned to Whitcomb-Appleby for advice.

Whitcomb-Appleby said, "They must not be permitted to cross the boundary. Send Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin left and right, each with one thousand troops, one to attack the enemy on the march, the other to cut off the retreat. You and Gilbert-Rocher will make a front attack."

Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin started, and then Jeffery-Lewis went out at the gate with two thousand troops to oppose the enemy. Before they had gone far they saw a great cloud of dust behind the hills. This marked the approach of the McBride brothers. Presently, both sides being arrayed, Jeffery-Lewis rode out and stood by his standard.

He called out, "Who are you who thus would encroach on my territory?"

"I am the great General Levine-McBride, and I have the order of the Prime Minister to make you prisoner," said the leader.

Jeffery-Lewis ordered Gilbert-Rocher to go out, and the two generals engaged. Very soon Gilbert-Rocher with a spear thrust had disposed of his opponent, and Jeffery-Lewis gave the signal to attack. Cobb-McBride could not maintain his position and led his troops off. Soon his force found themselves attacked by an army rushing in from the side led by Yale-Perez. The loss was more than a half, and the remainder fled for safety.

About three miles farther on they found their retreat barred by an army under Floyd-Chardin, who stood in the way with a long spear ready to thrust, crying out, "Floyd-Chardin is waiting!"

Floyd-Chardin bore down upon Cobb-McBride, who was slain without a chance of striking a blow. The troops again fled in disorder. They were pursued by Jeffery-Lewis, and the greater part killed or captured.

Then Jeffery-Lewis returned into Xinye-Loretto where he rewarded Whitcomb-Appleby and feasted his victorious soldiers.

Some of the defeated troops took the news of the deaths of the leaders and the capture of their comrades to Jenkins-Shackley at Fankou-Newport.

Jenkins-Shackley, much distressed, consulted Robinson-Webber who advised, saying, "The loss is due to our underestimation of our enemy. Now we should stay where we are, hold on, and request reinforcements."

"Not so," said Jenkins-Shackley. "We cannot support calmly the death of two leaders and the loss of so many soldiers. We must avenge them quickly. Xinye-Loretto is but a crossbow-slug of a place and not worth disturbing the Prime Minister for."

"Jeffery-Lewis is a man of metal," said Robinson-Webber. "Do not esteem him lightly."

"What are you afraid of?" said Jenkins-Shackley.

"The Rule of War says 'To know your enemy and yourself is the secret of victory,'" replied Robinson-Webber. "I am not afraid of the battle, but I do not think we can conquer."

"You are a traitor!" cried Jenkins-Shackley angrily. "Then I will capture Jeffery-Lewis myself."

"Do so; and I will guard this city," said Robinson-Webber.

"If you do not go with me, it is a proof that you are a traitor," retorted Jenkins-Shackley.

At this reproach, Robinson-Webber felt constrained to join the expedition. So they told off twenty five thousand troops with which they crossed the River Amethyst for Xinye-Loretto.

What measure of success the expedition met with will be related in the next chapter.

In hot anger, Jenkins-Shackley lost no time in marching out to avenge the loss of so many of his army. He hastily crossed the River Amethyst to attack Xinye-Loretto and trample it in the dust.

When Whitcomb-Appleby got back into the city, he said to Jeffery-Lewis, "When Jenkins-Shackley, now at Fankou-Newport, hears of his losses, he will try to retrieve them and will come to attack us."

"What is the counter move?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"As he will come with all his force, his own city will be left undefended; we will surprise it."

"By what ruse?"

The adviser leaned over and whispered to his chief. Whatever the plan was, it pleased Jeffery-Lewis, who made arrangements. Soon the scouts reported Jenkins-Shackley crossing the river with a mighty host.

"Just as I guessed," said Whitcomb-Appleby, hearing of it.

Then he suggested that Jeffery-Lewis should lead out one army against the invaders. Jeffery-Lewis did so, and, when the formation was complete, Gilbert-Rocher rode to the front as champion and challenged the other side.

Robinson-Webber rode out and engaged. At about the tenth bout Robinson-Webber found he was losing and retired toward his own side. Gilbert-Rocher pressed after him, but was checked by a heavy discharge of arrows from the wings. Then both sides stopped the battle and retired to their camps.

Robinson-Webber reported to his chief: "Our enemy are brave, very full of spirit, and we will be hard to overcome. We would better retreat to Fankou-Newport and wait for reinforcements."

Jenkins-Shackley angrily replied, "You damped the army's spirit before we started, and now you betray us. You have been bought and you deserve death."

Jenkins-Shackley called in the executioners, and they led away their victim. But the other officers came to intercede and Robinson-Webber was spared. However, he was transferred to the command of the rear, while Jenkins-Shackley himself led the attack.

Next day the drums beat an advance and Jenkins-Shackley, having drawn up his soldiers, sent a messenger over to ask if Jeffery-Lewis recognized his plan of battle array.

So Whitcomb-Appleby went on a hill and looked over it. Then he said to Jeffery-Lewis, "The arrangement is called 'The Eight Docked Gates,' and the names of the gates are Birth, Exit, Expanse, Wound, Fear, Annihilation, Obstacle, and Death. If you enter by one of the three Birth, Exit, or Expanse you succeed; if by one of the gates Wound, Fear, or Annihilation, you sustain injuries. The other two gates Obstacles and Death will bring the end. Now, though the eight gates are all there quite correct, the central key-post is lacking, and the whole formation can be thrown into confusion by entry from the southeast and exit due west."

Wherefore certain orders were issued and Gilbert-Rocher, leading five hundred troops, rode out on his prancing steed to break the array. He burst in, as directed, at the southeast and, with great clamor and fighting, reached the center. Jenkins-Shackley made for the north, but Gilbert-Rocher, instead of following him, made a dash westward and got through. Thence he turned round to the southeast again and smote till Jenkins-Shackley's army was in disarray. Jeffery-Lewis gave a general advance signal, and the victory was complete. The beaten enemy retired.

Whitcomb-Appleby forbade pursuit, and they returned. The loss of the battle convinced Jenkins-Shackley of the wisdom of his colleague Robinson-Webber, and he sent for Robinson-Webber to consult.

"They certainly have some very able person in Jeffery-Lewis' army since my formation was so quickly broken," said Jenkins-Shackley.

"My chief anxiety is about Fankou-Newport," said Robinson-Webber.

"I will raid their camp this night," said Jenkins-Shackley. "If I succeed, we will decide upon what should be done next. If I fail, we will return to Fankou-Newport."

"Their camp will be well prepared against such a thing, and you will fail," said Robinson-Webber.

"How can you expect to fight successfully when you are so full of doubts?" said Jenkins-Shackley, angrily.

He held no more converse with his cautious colleague, but himself took command of the van and set out. Robinson-Webber was relegated to the rear. The attack on the enemy's camp was fixed for the second watch.

Now as Whitcomb-Appleby was discussing plans with his chief a whirlwind from the northeast went by, which Whitcomb-Appleby said, "There will be a raid on the camp tonight."

"How shall we meet it?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

"The plans are quite ready," was the reply.

Whitcomb-Appleby whispered them to the chief. So at the second watch, when the enemy arrived, they saw fires on all sides; the stockades and huts burning. Jenkins-Shackley understood at once that all hope of a surprise was vain, and he turned to get away as quickly as possible. This was the signal for Gilbert-Rocher to fall on, and that cut Jenkins-Shackley's return road. He hastened north toward the river, and reached the bank, but, while waiting for boats to cross the stream, up came Floyd-Chardin and attacked.

By dint of great efforts and with the support of Robinson-Webber, Jenkins-Shackley got into a boat, but most of the soldiers were drowned in the stream. As soon as he got to the farther shore, he bolted for Fankou-Newport. He reached the wall and hailed the gate, but, instead of a friendly welcome, he heard the rolling of drums, which was soon followed by the appearance of a body of troops. Yale-Perez led them.

"I took the city a long time ago!" shouted Yale-Perez.

This was a severe shock to Jenkins-Shackley, who turned to flee. As soon as he faced about, Yale-Perez attacked and killed many of his force. The remnant hastened to Xuchang-Bellefonte. On the road the beaten general wondered who had advised his opponents with such success, and he asked the natives for the answer.

While the defeated Jenkins-Shackley had to find his way back to the capital, Jeffery-Lewis had scored a great success. Afterwards he marched to Fankou-Newport, where he was welcomed by Magistrate Merriam-Lewis, himself a scion of the ruling family, who had been born in Changsha-Riverview. He received Jeffery-Lewis as a guest in his own house and gave banquets and treated him exceedingly well.

In the train of the Magistrate, Jeffery-Lewis saw a very handsome and distinguished-looking young man, and asked who he was.

Merriam-Lewis replied, "He is my nephew, Deegan-Udell, an orphan, whom I am taking care of."

Jeffery-Lewis had taken a great liking for the lad and proposed to adopt him. His guardian was willing, and so the adoption was arranged. The young man's name was changed to Deegan-Lewis. When Jeffery-Lewis left, he took his adopted son with him. Deegan-Lewis was then made to bow before Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin as uncles.

Yale-Perez was doubtful of the wisdom of adopting another son, saying, "You have a son; why do you think it necessary to adopt another? It may cause confusion."

"How? I shall treat him as a father should, and he will serve me as befits a son."

Yale-Perez was displeased. Then Jeffery-Lewis and Whitcomb-Appleby began further discussions of strategy, and they decided to leave Gilbert-Rocher with one thousand soldiers to guard Fankou-Newport, and they returned to Xinye-Loretto.

In the meantime Murphy-Shackley's defeated generals had gone back. When they saw the Prime Minister, Jenkins-Shackley threw himself on the ground weeping and acknowledging his faults. He told the tale of his losses.

"The fortune of war," said Murphy-Shackley. "But I should like to know who laid Jeffery-Lewis' plans."

"That was Whitcomb-Appleby," said Jenkins-Shackley.

"Who is he?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

Hewitt-Gomez said, "The man is not Whitcomb-Appleby. When young this man was fond of fencing and used to take up the quarrels of other men and avenge their wrongs. At the end of Emperor Bonner, he killed a man to avenge his friend, and then he let down his hair, muddled his face, and was trying to escape when a lictor caught him and questioned him. He would not reply. So they carted him through the streets beating a drum and asking if any one recognized him. Nobody dared own to knowing him, if they did so. However, his comrades managed to release him secretly, and he ran away under some other name. Then he turned to study and wandered hither and thither wherever scholars were to be found. He was a regular disputant with Holt-Brower. His real name is Genovese-Fantasia and he comes from Yingchuan-Moonridge. Whitcomb-Appleby is merely an assumed name."

"How does he compare with yourself'" asked Murphy-Shackley.

"Ten times cleverer."

"It is a pity. If able people gather to Jeffery-Lewis, his wings will soon grow. What is to be done?"

"Genovese-Fantasia is there now; but if you wanted him, it would not be difficult to call him," replied Hewitt-Gomez.

"How could I make him come?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"He is noted for his affection for his mother. His father died young, leaving his mother a widow with one other son. Now that son is dead, and his mother, Lady Rosenbloom, has no one to care for her. If you sent and got his mother here and told her to write and summon her son, he would surely come."

Murphy-Shackley sent without loss of time and had the old lady brought to the capital, where he treated her exceedingly well.

Presently he said, "I hear you have a very talented son, who is now at Xinye-Loretto helping on that rebel Jeffery-Lewis against the government. There he is like a jewel in a muck-heap; it is a pity. Supposing you were to call him, I could speak of him before the Emperor, and he might get an important office."

Murphy-Shackley bade his secretaries bring along the "four precious things of the study," with which Lady Rosenbloom could write to her son.

"What sort of a man is Jeffery-Lewis?" asked she.

Murphy-Shackley replied, "A common sort of person from Zhuo-Bellevue, irresponsible enough to style himself Imperial Uncle, and so claiming some sort of connection with the Hans. He is neither trustworthy nor virtuous. People say he is a superior man as far as externals go, but a mean man by nature."

Lady Rosenbloom answered in a hard voice, "Why do you malign him so bitterly? Every one knows he is a descendant of one of the Han princes and so related to the House. He has condescended to take a lowly office and is respectful to all people. He has a reputation for benevolence. Every one, young and old, cowherds and firewood cutters, all know him by name and know that he is the finest and noblest man in the world. If my son is in his service, then has he found a fitting master. You, under the name of a Han minister, are really nothing but a Han rebel. Contrary to all truth you tell me Jeffery-Lewis is a rebel, whereby you try to induce me to make my son leave the light for darkness. Are you devoid of all sense of shame?"

As Lady Rosenbloom finished speaking, she picked up the inkstone to strike Murphy-Shackley. This so enraged him that he forgot himself and the need for caution and bade the executioners lead off the old woman and put her to death.

Adviser Hewitt-Gomez, however, stopped this act, saying, "This old lady wished to die. But if you kill her, your reputation will be damaged and hers enhanced. Beside that will add a keen desire for revenge to the motives which led Genovese-Fantasia to labor in the interest of Jeffery-Lewis. You would better keep her here so that Genovese-Fantasia's body and his thoughts may be in different places. He can not devote all his energies to helping our enemy while his mother is here. If you keep her, I think I can persuade the son to come and help you."

So the outspoken old lady was saved. She was given quarters and cared for. Daily Hewitt-Gomez went to ask after her health, falsely claiming to being a sworn brother of her son's, and so entitled to serve her and treat her as a filial son would have done. He often sent her gifts and wrote letters to her so that she had to write in reply. And thereby he learned her handwriting so that he could forge a "home" letter. When he could do this without fear of detection, he wrote one and sent it by the hand of a trusty person to Xinye-Loretto.

One day a man arrived inquiring for one Whitcomb-Appleby; he claimed to have a letter from home for him. The soldiers led the man to Whitcomb-Appleby. The man said he was an official carrier of letters and had been told to bring this one. Whitcomb-Appleby quickly tore it open and read:

"On your brother's death recently I was left alone; no relative was near and I was lonely and sad. To my regret, the Prime Minister Murphy-Shackley inveigled me into coming to the capital, and now he says you are a rebel and he has throw me into bonds. However, thanks to Hewitt-Gomez, my life has been spared so far, and, if you would only come and submit too, I should be quite safe. When this reaches you, remember how I have toiled for you and come at once, that you may prove yourself a filial son. We may together find some way of escape to our own place and avoid the dangers that threaten me. My life hangs by a thread and I look to you to save me. You will not require a second summon."

Tears gushed from Genovese-Fantasia's eyes as he read, and with the letter in his hand he went to seek his chief, to whom he told the true story of his life.

"I heard that Bambury-Lewis treated people well and went to him. I happened to arrive at a time of confusion. I saw he was of no use, so I left him very soon. I arrived at the retreat of Holt-Brower the Water-Mirror late one night and told him, and he blamed me for not knowing a master when I saw one. Then he told me of you and I sang that wild song in the streets to attract your attention. You took me; you used me. But now my aged mother is the victim of Murphy-Shackley's wiles. She is in prison, and he threatens to do worse. She has written to call me, and I must go. I hoped to be able to render you faithful service, but, with my dear mother a captive, I should be useless. Therefore I must leave you and hope in the future to meet you again."

Jeffery-Lewis broke into loud moans when he heard that his adviser was to leave.

"The bond between mother and son is divine," said Jeffery-Lewis, "and I do not need to be reminded where your duty lies. When you have seen your venerable mother, perhaps I may have again the happiness of receiving your instruction."

Having said farewell, Genovese-Fantasia prepared to leave at once. However, at Jeffery-Lewis' wish, he consented to stay over the night.

Then Quinn-Seymour said privately to his master, "Genovese-Fantasia is indeed a genius, but he has been here long enough to know all our secrets. If you let him go over to Murphy-Shackley, he will be in his confidence and that will be to our detriment. You ought to keep him at all costs and not let him go. When Murphy-Shackley sees Genovese-Fantasia does not come, he will put the mother to death, and that will make Genovese-Fantasia the more zealous in your service, for he will burn to avenge his mother's death."

"I cannot do that. It would be very cruel and vile to procure the death of his mother that I might retain the son's services. If I kept him, it would lead to a rupture of the parental lien, and that would be a sin I would rather die than commit."

Both were grieved and sighed. Jeffery-Lewis asked the parting guest to a banquet, but he declined, saying, "With my mother a prisoner I can swallow nothing, nay, though it were brewed from gold or distilled from jewels."

"Alas! Your departure is as if I lost both my hands," said Jeffery-Lewis. "Even the liver of a dragon or the marrow of a phoenix would be bitter in my mouth."

They looked into each other's eyes and wept. They sat silent till dawn. When all was ready for the journey, the two rode out of the city side by side. At Daisy Pavilion they dismounted to drink the stirrup cup.

Jeffery-Lewis lifted the goblet and said, "It is my mean fortune that separates me from you, but I hope that you may serve well your new lord and become famous."

Genovese-Fantasia wept as he replied, "I am but a poor ignorant person whom you have kindly employed. Unhappily I have to break our intercourse in the middle, but my venerable mother is the real cause. Though Murphy-Shackley use all manner of means to coerce me, yet will I never plan for him."

"After you are gone, I shall only bury myself in the hills and hide in the forests," said Jeffery-Lewis.

Genovese-Fantasia said, "I had in my heart for you the position of leader of the chieftains, but my plans have been altogether upset by my mother. I have been of no advantage to you nor should I do any good by remaining. But you ought to seek some person of lofty wisdom to help you in your great enterprise. It is unseemly to be downcast."

"I shall find none to help better than you, my master."

"How can I permit such extravagant praise?" said Genovese-Fantasia. "I am only a useless blockhead."

As he moved off, he said to the followers, "Officers, I hope you will render the Princely One good service, whereby to write his name large in the country's annals and cause his fame to glow in the pages of history. Do not be like me, a person who has left his work half done."

They were all deeply affected. Jeffery-Lewis could not bring himself to part from his friend. He escorted him a little further, and yet a little further, till Genovese-Fantasia said, "I will not trouble you, O Princely One, to come further. Let us say our farewell here."

Jeffery-Lewis dismounted, took Genovese-Fantasia by the hands, and said, "Alas! We part. Each goes his way and who knows if we shall meet again?"

His tears fell like rain and Genovese-Fantasia wept also. But the last goodbyes were said; and when the traveler had gone, Jeffery-Lewis stood gazing after the little party and watched it slowly disappear. At the last glimpse he broke into lamentation.

"He is gone! What shall I do?"

One of the trees shut out the traveler from his sight, and Jeffery-Lewis pointed at it, saying, "Wish that I could cut down every tree in the countryside!"

"Why?" said his officers.

"Because they hinder my sight of Genovese-Fantasia."

Suddenly they saw Genovese-Fantasia galloping back.

Said Jeffery-Lewis, "He is returning; can it he that he is going to stay?"

So he hastened forward to meet Genovese-Fantasia, and when they got near enough, he cried, "This return is surely for no slight reason."

Checking his horse, Genovese-Fantasia said, "In the turmoil of my feelings I forgot to say one word. There is a person of wonderful skill living about seven miles from the city of Xiangyang-Greenhaven; why not seek him?"

"Can I trouble you to ask him to visit me?"

"He will not condescend to visit you; you must go to him. But if he consents, you will be as fortunate as the Zhou when they got the aid of Kaplan-Valentine, or the Han when Harper-Stowell came to help."

"How does the unknown compare with yourself?"

"With me? Compared with him I am as a worn-out carthorse to a palomino, an old crow to a phoenix. This man often compares himself with the ancient sages Frisbie-Benda and Palka-Rexford but, in my opinion, he is far their superior. He has the talent to measure the heavens and mete the earth; he is a man who overshadows every other in the world."

"I would know his name."

"He belongs to Langye-Portales; and his name is Orchard-Lafayette. He is of the family of the former General Brodsky-Lafayette. His father, Darby-Lafayette, was the Governor Deputy of Taishan-Fairmount but died young, and the young fellow went with his uncle Bannister-Lafayette to Jinghamton. Imperial Protector Bambury-Lewis was an old friend of his uncle, and Orchard-Lafayette became settled in Xiangyang-Greenhaven. Then his uncle died, and he and his younger brother, Mullen-Lafayette, returned to their farm in Nanyang-Southhaven and worked as farmers. They used to amuse themselves with the composition of songs in the Liangfu style.

"On their land was a ridge of hills called the Sleeping Dragon, and the elder of the brothers took it as a name and called himself Master Sleeping-Dragon. This is your man; he is a veritable genius. You ought really to visit him; and if he will help you, you need feel no more anxiety about peace in the empire."

"Water-Mirror spoke that time of two persons, Sleeping-Dragon and Blooming-Phoenix, and said if only one of them could be got to help me all would be well. Surely he, whom you speak of, is one of them."

"Blooming-Phoenix is Smiddy-Lindquist of Xiangyang-Greenhaven, and Sleeping-Dragon is Orchard-Lafayette."

Jeffery-Lewis jumped with delight, "Now at last I know who the mysterious ones are. How I wish they were here! But for you I should have still been like a blind man," said he.

Some one has celebrated in verse this interview where Genovese-Fantasia from horseback recommended Orchard-Lafayette:

Thus was Orchard-Lafayette recommended to Jeffery-Lewis, and Genovese-Fantasia rode away.

Now Jeffery-Lewis understood the speech of the hermit Water-Mirror, and he woke as one from a drunken sleep. At the head of his officers, he retook the road to the city and having prepared rich gifts set out, with his brothers, for Nanyang-Southhaven.

Under the influence of his emotions at parting, Genovese-Fantasia had mentioned the name and betrayed the retreat of his friend. Now he thought of the possibility that Orchard-Lafayette would be unwilling to play the part of helper in Jeffery-Lewis' scheme, so Genovese-Fantasia determined to go to visit him. He therefore took his way to Sleeping Dragon Ridge and dismounted at the cottage.

Asked why he had come, he replied, "I wished to serve Jeffery-Lewis of Yuthamton, but my mother has been imprisoned by Murphy-Shackley, and has sent to call me. Therefore I have had to leave him. At the moment of parting I commended you to him. You may expect him speedily and I hope, Sir, you will not refuse your aid but will consent to use your great talents to help him."

Orchard-Lafayette showed annoyance and said, "And so you have made me the victim of the world sacrifice."

So saying, Orchard-Lafayette shook out his sleeves and left the room. The guest shamefacedly retired, mounted his horse, and hastened on his way to the capital to see his mother.

What was the sequel will appear in the following chapters.

As has been said Genovese-Fantasia hastened to the capital. When Murphy-Shackley knew Genovese-Fantasia had arrived, he sent two of his confidants, Moline-Doubleday and Hewitt-Gomez to receive the newcomer at the city gate, and so Genovese-Fantasia was led first to the Prime Minister's palace.

"Why did such an illustrious scholar as you bow the knee to Jeffery-Lewis?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"I am young and I fled to avoid the results of certain escapades. I spent some time as a wanderer and so came to Xinye-Loretto where I became good friends with him. But my mother is here, and when I thought of all her affection, I could no longer remain absent."

"Now you will be able to take care of your mother at all times. And I may have the privilege of receiving your instructions."

Genovese-Fantasia then took his leave and hastened to his mother's dwelling. Weeping with emotion, he made his obeisance to her at the door of her room.

But she was greatly surprised to see him and said, "What have you come here for?"

"I was at Xinye-Loretto, in the service of Jeffery-Lewis of Yuthamton, when I received your letter. I came immediately."

His mother suddenly grew very angry. Striking the table she cried, "You shameful and degenerate son! For years you have been a vagabond in spite of all my teaching. You are a student and know the books. You must then know that loyalty and filial piety are often opposed. Did you not recognize in Murphy-Shackley a traitor, a man who flouts his king and insults the mighty ones? Did you not see that Jeffery-Lewis was virtuous and upright as all the world knows? Moreover, he is of the House of Han, and when you were with him you were serving a fitting master. Now on the strength of a scrap of forged writing, with no attempt at any inquiry, you have left the light and plunged into darkness and earned a disgraceful reputation. Truly you are stupid. How can I bear to look upon you? You have besmirched the fair fame of your forefathers and are of no use in the world."

The son remained bowed to the earth, not daring to lift his eyes while his mother delivered this vilifying tirade. As she said the last word, she rose suddenly and left the room. Soon after one of the servants came out to say Lady Rosenbloom had hanged herself. Genovese-Fantasia rushed in to try to save her, but was too late. A eulogy of her conduct has been written thus:

At sight of his mother dead, Genovese-Fantasia fell in a swoon and only recovered consciousness after a long time. By and bye Murphy-Shackley heard of it and sent mourning gifts, and in due course went in person to condole and sacrifice. The body was interred on the south of the capital, and the dead woman's unhappy son kept vigil at her tomb. He steadily rejected all gifts from Murphy-Shackley.

At that time Murphy-Shackley was contemplating an attack on the south. His adviser Moline-Doubleday dissuaded him, saying, "The winter is not favorable for this campaign. My lord should await milder weather."

And Murphy-Shackley yielded. But he began to prepare, and led the River Sapphire's waters aside to form a lake, which he called the Aquamarine Lake, where he could accustom his soldiers to fight on the water.

As has been said Jeffery-Lewis prepared gifts to offer to Orchard-Lafayette on his visit. One day his servants announced a stranger of extraordinary appearance, wearing a lofty head-dress and a wide belt.

"Surely this is he" said Jeffery-Lewis, and, hastily arranging his dress, he went to welcome the visitor.

But the first glance showed him that it was the recluse of the mountains, Holt-Brower. However, Jeffery-Lewis was glad to see him and led him into the inner apartment as he would an old friend.

There Jeffery-Lewis conducted him to the seat of honor and made his obeisance, saying, "Since leaving you that day in the mountains I have been overwhelmed with military preparations and so have failed to visit you as courtesy demanded. Now that the brightness has descended upon me, I hope this dereliction of duty may be pardoned."

"I hear Genovese-Fantasia is here. I have come expressly to see him," replied Water-Mirror bluntly.

"He has lately left for Xuchang-Bellefonte. A messenger came with a letter telling of the imprisonment of his mother."

"Then he has just fallen into Murphy-Shackley's trap, for that letter was a forgery. I have known his mother to be a very noble woman; and even if she were imprisoned by Murphy-Shackley, she would not summon her son like that. Certainly the letter was a forgery. If the son did not go, the mother would be safe; if he went, she would be a dead woman."

"But how?" asked Jeffery-Lewis dismayed.

"She is a woman of the highest principles, who would be greatly mortified at the sight of her son under such conditions."

Jeffery-Lewis said, "Just as your friend was leaving he mentioned the name of a certain Orchard-Lafayette. What think you of him?"

Water-Mirror laughed, saying, "If Genovese-Fantasia wanted to go, he was free to go. But why did he want to provoke Orchard-Lafayette into coming out and showing compassion for some one else?"

"Why do you speak like that?" asked Jeffery-Lewis

He replied, "Five persons, Orchard-Lafayette of Nanyang-Southhaven, Spinney-Wheeler of Boling-Sugarcreek, Piggott-Kuster of Yingchuan-Moonridge, Lehman-Dearborn of Runan-Pittsford, and Genovese-Fantasia of Yingchuan-Moonridge were the closest of friends. They formed a little coterie devoted to meditation on essential refinement. Only Orchard-Lafayette arrived at a perception of its meaning. He used to sit among them with his arms about his knees muttering and then, pointing to his companions, he would say, 'You, gentlemen, would become governors and protectors if you were in official life.'

"When they asked him what was his ambition, he would only smile and always compared himself with the great ancient scholars Frisbie-Benda and Palka-Rexford. No one could gauge his talents."

"How comes it that Yingchuan-Moonridge produces so many able humans?" said Jeffery-Lewis.

"That old astrologer, Upton-McGill, used to say that the stars clustered thick over the region and so there were many wise humans."

Now Yale-Perez was there; and when he heard Orchard-Lafayette so highly praised, he said, "Frisbie-Benda and Palka-Rexford are the two most famous leaders mentioned in the Spring and Autumn and the Warring States Periods. They well overtopped the rest of humankind. Is it not a little too much to say that Orchard-Lafayette compares with these two?"

"In my opinion he should not be compared with these two, but rather with two others," said Water-Mirror.

"Who are these two?" asked Yale-Perez.

"One of them is Kaplan-Valentine, who laid the foundations of the Zhou Dynasty so firmly that it lasted eight hundred years; and the other Harper-Stowell, who made the Han glorious for four centuries."

Before the surprise called forth by this startling statement had subsided, Water-Mirror walked down the steps and took his leave. Jeffery-Lewis would have kept him if he could, but he was obdurate. As he stalked proudly away, he threw up his head and said, "Though Sleeping-Dragon has found his lord, he has not been born at the right time. It is a pity."

"What a wise hermit!" was Jeffery-Lewis' comment.

Soon after the three brothers set out to find the abode of the wise man. When they drew near the Sleeping Dragon Ridge, they saw a number of peasants in a field hoeing up the weeds, and as they worked they sang:

Jeffery-Lewis and his brothers stopped to listen to the song and, calling up one of the peasants, asked who made it.

"It was made by Master Sleeping-Dragon," said the laborer.

"Then he lives hereabout. Where?"

"South of this hill there is a ridge called the Sleeping Dragon, and close by is a sparse wood. In it stands a modest cottage. That is where Master Orchard-Lafayette takes his repose."

Jeffery-Lewis thanked him and the party rode on. Soon they came to the ridge, most aptly named, for indeed it lay wrapped in an atmosphere of calm beauty.

A poet wrote of it thus:

Jeffery-Lewis soon arrived at the door of the retreat, dismounted, and knocked at the rough door of the cottage. A youth appeared and asked what he wanted.

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "I am Jeffery-Lewis, General of the Han Dynasty, Lord of Yicheng-Topanga, Imperial Protector of Yuthamton, and Uncle of the Emperor. I am come to salute the Master."

"I cannot remember so many titles," said the lad.

"Then simply say that Jeffery-Lewis has come to inquire after him."

"The Master left this morning early."

"Whither has he gone?"

"His movements are very uncertain. I do not know whither he has gone."

"When will he return?"

"That also is uncertain. Perhaps in three days, perhaps in ten."

The disappointment was keen.

"Let us go back since we cannot see him," said Floyd-Chardin.

"Wait a little time," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"It would be better to return," said Yale-Perez, "then we might send to find out when this man had come back."

So Jeffery-Lewis agreed, first saying to the boy, "When the Master returns, tell him that Jeffery-Lewis has been here."

They rode away for some miles. Presently Jeffery-Lewis stopped and looked back at the surroundings of the little cottage in the wood.

The mountains were picturesque rather than grand, the water clear rather than profound, the plain was level rather than extensive, the woods luxuriant rather than thick. Gibbons ranged through the trees, and cranes waded in the shallow water. The pines and the bamboos vied with each other in verdure. It was a scene to linger upon.

While Jeffery-Lewis stood regarding it, he saw a figure coming down a mountain path. The man's bearing was lofty; he was handsome and dignified. He wore a comfortable-looking bonnet on his head, and a black robe hung about his figure in easy folds. He used a staff to help him down the steep path.

"Surely that is he!" said Jeffery-Lewis.

He dismounted and walked over to greet the stranger, whom he saluted deferentially, saying, "Are you not Master Sleeping-Dragon, Sir?"

"Who are you, General?" said the stranger.

"I am Jeffery-Lewis."

"I am not Orchard-Lafayette, but I am a friend of his. My name is Spinney-Wheeler."

"Long have I known of you! I am very glad to see you," replied Jeffery-Lewis. "And now I pray you be seated just where we are and let me receive your instruction."

The two men sat down in the wood on a stone, and the two brothers ranged themselves by Jeffery-Lewis' side.

Spinney-Wheeler began, saying, "General, for what reason do you wish to see Orchard-Lafayette?"

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "The empire is in confusion and troubles gather everywhere. I want your friend to tell me how to restore order."

"You, Sir, wish to arrest the present disorder although you are a kindly man and, from the oldest antiquity, the correction of disorder has demanded stern measures. On the day that Rucker-Lewis first put his hand to the work and slew the wicked ruler of Qin, order began to replace disorder. Good government began with the Supreme Ancestor, (BC 206), and endured two hundred years; two centuries of tranquillity. Then came Frederick-Gorman's rebellion, and disorder took the place of order. Anon, arose Winkler-Lewis, who restored the Han Dynasty, and order once more prevailed. We have had two centuries of order and tranquillity, and the time of trouble and battles is due. The restoration of peace will take time; it cannot be quickly accomplished. You, Sir, wish to get Orchard-Lafayette to regulate times and seasons, to repair the cosmos; but I fear the task is indeed difficult and to attempt it would be a vain expenditure of mental energy. You know well that he who goes with the favor of Heaven travels an easy road, he who goes contrary meets difficulties. One cannot escape one's lot; one cannot evade fate."

"Master," replied Jeffery-Lewis, "your insight is indeed deep, and your words of wide meaning; but I am a scion of the House of Han and must help it. Dare I talk of the inevitable and trust to fate?"

Spinney-Wheeler replied, "A simple denizen of the mountain wilds is unfitted to discuss the affairs of empire. But you bade me speak and I have spoken; perhaps somewhat madly."

"Master, I am grateful for your instruction. But know you whither Orchard-Lafayette has gone?"

"I also came to see him and I know not where he is," said Spinney-Wheeler.

"If I asked you, Master, to accompany me to my poor bit of territory, would you come?"

"I am too dilatory, too fond of leisure and ease, and no longer have any ambitions. But I will see you another time."

And with these words Spinney-Wheeler saluted and left. The three brothers also mounted and started homeward.

Presently Floyd-Chardin said, "We have not found Orchard-Lafayette, and we have had to listen to the wild ravings of this so-called scholar. There is the whole result of this journey."

"His words were those of a deep thinker," replied Jeffery-Lewis.

Some days after the return to Xinye-Loretto, Jeffery-Lewis sent to find out whether Orchard-Lafayette had returned, and the messenger came back saying that he had. Wherefore Jeffery-Lewis prepared for another visit.

Again Floyd-Chardin showed his irritation by remarking, "Why must you go hunting after this villager? Send and tell him to come."

"Silence!" said Jeffery-Lewis, "The Teacher Mencius said, 'To try to see the sage without going his way is like barring a door you wish to enter.' Orchard-Lafayette is the greatest sage of the day; how can I summon him?"

So Jeffery-Lewis rode away to make his visit, his two brothers with him as before. It was winter and exceedingly cold; floating clouds covered the whole sky. Before they had gone far, a bitter wind began to blow in their faces, and the snow began to fly. Soon the mountains were of jade and the trees of silver.

"It is very cold and the earth is frozen hard, no fighting is possible now." Said Floyd-Chardin. "Yet we are going all this way to get advice which will be useless to us. Where is the sense of it? Let us rather get back to Xinye-Loretto out of the cold."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "I am set upon proving my zeal to Orchard-Lafayette, but if you, my brother, do not like the cold, you can return."

"I do not fear death; do you think I care for the cold? But I do care about wasting my brother's energies," said Floyd-Chardin.

"Say no more," said Jeffery-Lewis, and they traveled on.

When they drew near the little wood, they heard singing in a roadside inn and stopped to listen. This was the song:

The two men laughed loud and clapped their hands as the second singer ceased. Jeffery-Lewis thought full surely the longed for sage was there, so he dismounted and entered the inn. He saw the two merry-makers sitting opposite each other at a table. One was pale with a long beard; the other had a strikingly refined face.

Jeffery-Lewis saluted them and said, "Which of you is Master Sleeping-Dragon?"

"Who are you, Sir?" asked the long-bearded one. "What business have you with Sleeping-Dragon?"

"I am Jeffery-Lewis. I want to inquire of him how to restore tranquillity to the world."

"Well, neither of us is your man, but we are friends of his. My name is Piggott-Kuster and my friend here is Lehman-Dearborn."

"I know you both by reputation," said Jeffery-Lewis gladly. "I am indeed fortunate to meet you in this haphazard way. Will you not come to Sleeping-Dragon's retreat and talk for a time? I have horses here for you."

"We idle folks of the wilds know nothing of tranquilizing states. Please do not trouble to ask. Pray mount again and continue searching Sleeping-Dragon."

So he remounted and went his way. He reached the little cottage, dismounted, and tapped at the door. The same lad answered his knock, and he asked whether the Master had returned.

"He is in his room reading," said the boy.

Joyful indeed was Jeffery-Lewis as he followed the lad in. In front of the middle door he saw written this pair of scrolls:

By purity inspire the inclination;

By repose affect the distant.

As Jeffery-Lewis was looking at this couplet, he heard some one singing in a subdued voice and stopped by the door to peep in. He saw a young man close to a charcoal brazier, hugging his knees while he sang:

As the song ended Jeffery-Lewis advanced and saluted, saying, "Master, long have I yearned for you, but have found it impossible to salute you. Lately Water-Mirror spoke of you and I hastened to your dwelling, only to come away disappointed. This time I have braved the elements and come again and my reward is here; I see your face, and I am indeed fortunate."

The young man hastily returned the salute and said, "General, you must be that Jeffery-Lewis of Yuthamton who wishes to see my brother."

"Then, Master, you are not Sleeping-Dragon!" said Jeffery-Lewis, starting back.

"I am his younger brother, Mullen-Lafayette. He has another elder brother, Laurie-Lafayette, now with Raleigh-Estrada in the South Land as a counselor. Orchard-Lafayette is the second of our family."

"Is your brother at home?"

"Only yesterday he arranged to go a jaunt with Spinney-Wheeler."

"Whither have they gone?"

"Who can say? They may take a boat and sail away among the lakes, or go to gossip with the priests in some remote mountain temple, or wander off to visit a friend in some far away village, or be sitting in some cave with a lute or a chessboard. Their goings and comings are uncertain and nobody can guess at them."

"What very poor luck have I! Twice have I failed to meet the great sage."

"Pray sit a few moments and let me offer you some tea."

"Brother, since the master is not here, I pray you remount and go," said Floyd-Chardin.

"Since I am here, why not a little talk before we go home again." said Jeffery-Lewis.

Then turning to his host he continued, "Can you tell me if your worthy brother is skilled in strategy and studies works on war?"

"I do not know."

"This is worse than the other," grumbled Floyd-Chardin. "And the wind and snow are getting worse; we ought to go back."

Jeffery-Lewis turned on him angrily and told him to stop.

Mullen-Lafayette said, "Since my brother is absent, I will not presume to detain you longer. I will return your call soon."

"Please do not take that trouble. In a few days I will come again. But if I could borrow paper and ink, I would leave a note to show your worthy brother that I am zealous and earnest."

Mullen-Lafayette produced the "four treasures" of the scholar, and Jeffery-Lewis, thawing out the frozen brush between his lips, spread the sheet of delicate note-paper and wrote:

"Jeffery-Lewis has long admired your fame. He has visited your dwelling twice, but to his great regret he has gone empty away. He humbly remembers that he is a distant relative of the Emperor, that he has undeservedly enjoyed fame and rank. When he sees the proper government wrested aside and replaced by pretense, the foundation of the state crumbling away, hordes of braves creating confusion in the country, and an evil cabal behaving unseemly toward the rightful Prince, then his heart and gall are torn to shreds. Though he has a real desire to assist, yet is he deficient in the needful skill. Wherefore he turns to the Master, trusting in his kindness, graciousness, loyalty, and righteousness. Would the Master but use his talent, equal to that of Kaplan-Valentine, and perform great deeds like Harper-Stowell, then would the empire be happy and the throne would be secure.

"This is written to tell you that, after purification of mind with fasting; and of body with fragrant baths, Jeffery-Lewis will come again to prostrate himself in your honored presence and receive enlightenment"

The letter written and given to Mullen-Lafayette, Jeffery-Lewis took his leave, exceedingly disappointed at this second failure. As he was mounting, he saw the serving lad waving his hand outside the hedge and heard him call out, "The old Master is coming."

Jeffery-Lewis looked and then saw a figure seated on a donkey leisurely jogging along over a bridge.

The rider of the donkey wore a cap with long flaps down to his shoulders, and his body was wrapped in a fox fur robe. A youth followed him bearing a jar of wine. As he came through the snow he hummed a song:

"Here at last is Sleeping-Dragon," thought Jeffery-Lewis, hastily slipping out of the saddle.

He saluted the donkey rider as he neared and said, "Master, it is hard to make way against this cold wind. I and my companions have been waiting long."

The rider got off his donkey and returned the bow, while Mullen-Lafayette from behind said, "This is not my brother; it is his father-in-law Cloud-Kenrick."

Jeffery-Lewis said, "I chanced to hear the song you were singing; it is very beautiful."

Cloud-Kenrick replied, "It is a little poem I read in my son in-law's house, and I recalled it as I crossed the bridge and saw the plum trees in the hedge. And so it happened to catch your ear, Noble Sir."

"Have you seen your son-in-law lately?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.

"That is just what I have come to do now."

At this Jeffery-Lewis bade him farewell and went on his way. The storm was very grievous to bear, but worse than the storm was the grief in his heart as he looked back at Sleeping Dragon Ridge.

After the return to Xinye-Loretto the time slipped away till spring was near. Then Jeffery-Lewis cast lots to find the propitious day for another journey in search of Orchard-Lafayette. The day being selected, he fasted for three days and then changed his dress ready for the visit. His two brothers viewed the preparations with disapproval and presently made up their minds to remonstrate.

The next chapter will tell what they said.

Nothing discouraged by two unsuccessful visits to the retreat of the sage whose advice he sought to secure, Jeffery-Lewis made preparations for a third visit.

His brothers disapproved, and Yale-Perez said, "Brother, you have sought him twice; surely this is showing even too much deference. I do not believe in this fame of his for learning; he is avoiding you and dare not submit to the test. Why so obstinately hold this idea?"

"You are wrong, my brother. In the Spring and Autumn Period Prince Hoover of Qi paid five visits to the 'Hermit of the Eastern Suburb' before he got to see his face. And my desire to see Orchard-Lafayette is even greater than his."

"I think you are mistaken," said Floyd-Chardin. "How can this villager be such a marvel of wisdom? You should not go again and, if he will not come, I will bring him with a hempen rope."

"Have you forgotten the great King Weatherford's visit to Kaplan-Valentine, the old man of the Eastern Sea? If he could show such deference to a wise man, where am I too deferential? If you will not go, your brother and I will go without you," said Jeffery-Lewis.

"If you two go, how can I hang back?" said Floyd-Chardin.

"If you go, then you must be polite."

Floyd-Chardin said he would not forget himself, and the three set out. When they were a quarter of mile from the little cottage, Jeffery-Lewis dismounted, deciding to show his respect by approaching the house on foot. Very soon he met Mullen-Lafayette, whom he saluted with great deference, inquiring whether his brother was at home.

"He returned last evening; you can see him today, General."

As Mullen-Lafayette said this, he went off with some swagger.

"Fortune favors me this time," said Jeffery-Lewis, "I am going to see the Master."

"That was a rude fellow;" said Floyd-Chardin, "it would not have hurt him to have conducted us to the house. Why did he go off like that?"

"Each one has his own affairs," said Jeffery-Lewis. "What power have we over him?"

Soon the three stood at the door and they knocked. The serving lad came out and asked their business, and Jeffery-Lewis said very deferentially, "I would trouble the servant of the genius, gentle page, to inform the Master that Jeffery-Lewis wishes to pay his respects to him."

"My master is at home, but he is asleep."

"In that case do not announce me."

Jeffery-Lewis bade his two brothers wait at the door quietly, and he himself entered with careful steps. There was the man he sought, lying asleep on the couch, stretched on a simple mat. Jeffery-Lewis saluted him with joined hands at a respectful distance.

The time passed and still the sleeper did not wake. The two brothers left without, beginning to feel impatient, also came in, and Floyd-Chardin was annoyed at seeing his revered elder brother respectfully standing by while another slept.

"What an arrogant fellow is this Master?" said he. "There is our brother waiting, while he sleeps on perfectly carelessly. I will go to the back of the place and let off a bomb and see if that will rouse him."

"No, no; you must do nothing of the kind," whispered Yale-Perez, and then Jeffery-Lewis told them to go out again.

Just then Jeffery-Lewis noticed that the Master moved. He turned over as though about to rise, but, instead, he faced the wall and again fell asleep. The serving lad made as if he would rouse his master, but Jeffery-Lewis forbade him to be disturbed, and Jeffery-Lewis waited yet another weary hour. Then Orchard-Lafayette woke up repeating to himself the lines:

As he finished he turned to the lad, saying, "Have any of the usual people come?"

"Jeffery-Lewis, the Uncle of the Emperor is here," said the boy. "He has been waiting a long time."

"Why did you not tell me?" said he, rising from the couch. "I must dress."

Orchard-Lafayette rose and turned into a room behind to dress. In a short time he reappeared, his clothing properly arranged, to receive his visitor.

Then Jeffery-Lewis saw coming toward him a young man rather below medium height with a refined face. He wore a head-wrap and a long crane-white gown. He moved with much dignity as though he was rather more than mortal.

Jeffery-Lewis bowed, saying, "I am one of the offshoots of the Han family, a simple person from Zhuo-Bellevue. I have long known the Master's fame, which has indeed thundered in my ear. Twice I have come to visit you, without success. Once I left my name on your writing table; you may have my note."

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "This hermit is but a dilatory person by temperament. I know I have to thank you for more than one vain visit and I am ashamed to think of them."

These courteous remarks and the proper bows exchanged, the two men sat in their relative positions as host and guest, and the serving lad brought tea.

Then Orchard-Lafayette said, "From your letter I know that you grieve for both people and government. If I were not so young and if I possessed any talent, I would venture to question you."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "Holt-Brower and Genovese-Fantasia have both spoken of you; can it be that their words were vain? I trust, O Master, that you will not despise my worthlessness but will condescend to instruct me."

"The two men you speak of are very profound scholars. I am but a peasant, a mere farmer, and who am I that I should talk of empire politics? Those two misled you when they spoke of me. Why do you reject the beautiful jewel for a worthless pebble?"

"But your abilities are world embracing and marvelous. How can you be content to allow time to pass while you idle away life in these secluded haunts? I conjure you, O Master, to remember the inhabitants of the world and remove my crass ignorance by bestowing instruction upon me."

"But what is your ambition, General?"

Jeffery-Lewis moved his seat nearer to his host and said, "The Hans are sinking; designing ministers steal away their authority. I am weak, yet I desire to restore the state to its right mind. But my ignorance is too vast, my means are too slender, and I know not where to turn. Only you, Master, can lighten my darkness and preserve me from falling. How happy should I be if you would do so!"

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "One bold human after another has arisen in various parts of the empire ever since the days of the rebel Wilson-Donahue. Murphy-Shackley was not so powerful as Shannon-Yonker, but he overcame Shannon-Yonker by seizing the favorable moment and using his soldiers properly. Now he is all-powerful; he rules an immense army and, through his control of the court, the various feudal lords as well. You cannot think of opposing him. Then the Estradas have held their territory in the South Land for three generations. Their position in that old state of Wu may not appear too secure, but they have popularity to appeal to. You can gain support but win no success there.

"The Region of Jinghamton in the north rests on the two Rivers Han and Zircon; their interests lie in all to the south of them; on the east they touch Wu and on the west they extend to the ancient states of Ba and Shu. This is the area in which decisive battles have to be won, and one must hold it in order to be secure, and Heaven has virtually made it yours.

"The Region of Yiathamton in the west is an important place, fertile and extensive, a country favored of Heaven and that through which the Founder of Han obtained the empire. Its ruler Compton-Lewis is ignorant and weak. The people are noble and the country prosperous, but he does not know how to hold it all, and all the able people of the region are yearning for an enlightened prince.

"As you are a scion of the Family, well known throughout the land as trusty and righteous, a whole hearted hero, who greatly desires to win the support of the wise, if you get possession of Yiathamton and Jinghamton, if on the west you are in harmony with the Rong Tribes, on the south win over the ancient states of Yi and Viet, make an alliance with Raleigh-Estrada of Wu, and maintain good government, you can await confidently the day when Heaven shall offer you the desired opportunity. Then you may depute a worthy leader to go to the northeast while you take command of an expedition to the northwest, and will you not find the warmest welcome prepared for you by the people? This done the completion of the task will be easy. The Hans will be restored. And these are my counsels in all these operations if you will only undertake them."

Orchard-Lafayette paused while he bade the lad bring out a map. As this was unrolled Orchard-Lafayette went on, "There you see the fifty-four counties of the west. Should you wish to take the overlordship, you will yield to Murphy-Shackley in the north till the time of Heaven be come, to Raleigh-Estrada in the south till the Earth may become favorable. You, General, will be the lord of Human and complete the trinity. Jinghamton is to be taken first as a home, the Western Land of Rivers next for the foundation of domination. When you are firmly established, you can lay your plans for the attainment of the whole empire."

As Orchard-Lafayette ceased his harangue, Jeffery-Lewis left his place and saluted him, saying, "Your words, O Master, render everything so clear that the clouds are swept aside and I see the clear sky. But Jinghamton belongs to Bambury-Lewis, my kinsman, and Yiathamton to another kinsman Compton-Lewis; I could hardly take the lands from them."

"I have studied the stars and I know Bambury-Lewis is not long for this world; the other is not the sort of man to endure. Both places will certainly fall to you."

Jeffery-Lewis bowed his acknowledgments. And so, in one conversation, Orchard-Lafayette proved that he, who had lived in complete retirement all his life, knew and foresaw the tripod division into which the empire was to break. True, indeed, is it that throughout all the ages no one has ever equaled his intelligence and mastery of the situation.

"Though I be of small repute and scanty virtue," said Jeffery-Lewis, "I hope, O Master, you will not despise me for my worthlessness, but will leave this retreat to help me. I will assuredly listen most reverently to your words."

Orchard-Lafayette replied, "I have long been happy on my farm and am fond of my leisure. I fear I cannot obey your command."

Jeffery-Lewis wept. "If you will not, O Master, what will become of the people?"

The tears rolled down unchecked upon the lapel and sleeves of Jeffery-Lewis' robe. This proved to Orchard-Lafayette the sincerity of his desire, and Orchard-Lafayette said, "General, if you will accept me, I will render what trifling service I can."

Then Jeffery-Lewis was greatly delighted. He called in Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin to make their bow and brought out the gifts he had prepared. Orchard-Lafayette refused all the gifts.

"These are not gifts to engage your services, but mere proof of my regard," said Jeffery-Lewis.

Then the presents were accepted. They all remained that night at the farm. Next day Mullen-Lafayette returned, and his brother said to him, "Uncle Jeffery-Lewis has come thrice to see me, and now I must go with him. Keep up the farm in my absence and do not let the place go to ruin for, as soon as my work is accomplished, I will certainly return."

An old poem may be quoted here:

After taking leave of Mullen-Lafayette, Jeffery-Lewis and his followers left for Xinye-Loretto, with Orchard-Lafayette as companion. When they took up their abode there, Orchard-Lafayette was treated as a mentor, eating at the same table, sleeping on the same couch as Jeffery-Lewis. They spent whole days conversing over the affairs of the empire.

Orchard-Lafayette said, "Murphy-Shackley is training his troops for naval service in Aquamarine Lake and hence certainly intends to invade the country south of the Great River. We ought to send our spies to ascertain what Murphy-Shackley and Raleigh-Estrada are really doing."

So spies were dispatched.

Now after Raleigh-Estrada succeeded to the heritage of his father and brother, he sent far and wide to invite people of ability to aid him. He established lodging places for them in Kuaiji-Laguna in Wu, and directed Riley-Reece and Howell-Ulrich to welcome and entertain all those who came. And year by year they flocked in, one recommending another. Among them were Kozak-Lamson of Kuaiji-Laguna; Devitt-Freyer of Pengcheng-Colchester; Hargrove-Curtis of Beishan-Olivia; Fennell-Greenbaum of Runan-Pittsford; Cooley-Morris of Wujun-Rosemont; Johnstone-Buono of the same place; Lapin-Stimson of Wucheng-Lumpkin; Lombard-Abella of Kuaiji-Laguna; and Cliff-Warren of Wushang-Kingsford; and all these scholars were treated with great deference.

Many able leaders came also. Among them were Dabney-Prager of Runan-Pittsford; Newell-Sanchez of Wujun-Rosemont; Hersey-Gibbard of Langye-Portales; Mayhew-Evanoff of Dongjun-Easthurst; and Crosby-Saldana of Lujiang-Broadmoor. Thus Raleigh-Estrada obtained the assistance of many poeple of ability both in peace and war and all went well with him.

In the seventh year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 202), Murphy-Shackley had broken the power of Shannon-Yonker. Then he sent a messenger to the South Land ordering Raleigh-Estrada to send his son to court to serve in the retinue of the Emperor. Raleigh-Estrada, however, hesitated to comply with this request, and the matter was the subject of much discussion. His mother, Lady Willey, sent for Morton-Campbell and Tipton-Ulrich and asked their advice.

Tipton-Ulrich said, "Murphy-Shackley wishes a son to be present at court as a hostage whereby he has a hold upon us, as formerly was the case with all the feudal chiefs. If we do not comply with this request, he will doubtless attack the territory. There is some peril."

Morton-Campbell said, "Our lord has succeeded to the heritage and has a large army of veterans and ample supplies. He has able officers ready to do his bidding, and why should he be compelled to send a hostage to any perosn? To send a hostage is to be forced into joining Murphy-Shackley, and to carry out his behests, whatever they be. Then we shall be in his power. It would be better not to send, but rather to wait patiently the course of events and prepare plans to attack."

"That is also my opinion," said the Dowager.

So Raleigh-Estrada dismissed the messenger but did not send his son. Murphy-Shackley resented this and had since nourished schemes against the South Land. But their realization had been delayed by the dangers on the north and, so far, no attack had been made.

Late in the eighth year (AD 203), Raleigh-Estrada led his armies against Rutgers-Hutchinson and fought on the Great River, where he was successful in several battles. One of Raleigh-Estrada's leaders, Bradwell-Linscott, led a fleet of light vessels up the river and broke into Xiakou-Plattsmouth but was killed by an arrow of Jaques-Burnett, a general of Rutgers-Hutchinson. Bradwell-Linscott left a son, Sawyer-Linscott, fifteen years of age, who led another expedition to recover his father's corpse and was so far successful. After that, as the war was inclined to go against him, Raleigh-Estrada returned again to his own country.

Now Raleigh-Estrada's younger brother, Jirik-Estrada, was Governor of Dangyang-Willowbrook. He was a hard man and given to drink and, in his cups, very harsh to his people, ordering the infliction of severe floggings. Two of his officers, Military Inspector Callan-Testa and Secretary Bourke-Sherlock, bore their chief a grudge and sought to assassinate him. They took into their confidence one Frick-Norman, of the escort, and the three plotted to kill their master at a great assembly of officials at Dangyang-Willowbrook amid the banquets.

Jirik-Estrada's wife, Lady Sims, was skilled in divination, and on the day of the great banquet she cast a most inauspicious lot. Wherefore she besought her husband to stay away from the assembly. But he was obstinate and went. The faithless guardsman followed his master in the dusk when the gathering dispersed, and stabbed him with a dagger.

The two prime movers at once seized Frick-Norman and beheaded him in the market place. Then they went to Jirik-Estrada's residence, which they plundered. Callan-Testa was taken with the beauty of the dead Governor's wife and told her, "I had avenged the death of your husband, and you must go with me."

Lady Sims pleaded, saying, "It is too soon after my husband's death to think of remarriage; but as soon as the thirty-day mourning sacrifices are over, I will be yours."

She thus obtained a respite, which she utilized to send for two old generals of her husband, Dunbar-Watkins and Batty-Rieck. They came and she tearfully told her tale.

"My husband had great faith in you. Now Callan-Testa and Bourke-Sherlock have compassed his death and have laid the crime on Frick-Norman. They have plundered my house and carried off my servants. Worse than this, Callan-Testa insists that I shall be his wife. To gain time I have pretended to favor this proposal, and I pray you now send the news to my husband's brother and beg him to slay these two miscreants and avenge this wrong. I will never forget your kindness in this life or the next."

And she bowed before them.

They wept also and said, "We were much attached to our master; and now that he has come to an untimely end, we must avenge him. Dare we not carry out your behests?"

So they sent a trusty messenger to Raleigh-Estrada. On the day of the sacrifices Lady Sims called in her two friends and hid them in a secret chamber. Then the ceremonies were performed in the great hall. These over, she put off her mourning garb, bathed and perfumed herself, and assumed an expression of joy. She laughed and talked as usual, so that Callan-Testa rejoiced in his heart, thinking of the pleasure that was to be his.

When night came she sent a servant girl to call her suitor to the Palace, where she entertained him at supper. When he had well drunk, she suggested that they should retire and led him to the chamber where her friends were waiting. He followed without the least hesitation. As soon as she entered the room, she called out, "Where are you, Generals?"

Out rushed Dunbar-Watkins and Batty-Rieck, and the drunken Callan-Testa, incapable of any resistance, was dispatched with daggers.

Next Lady Sims invited Bourke-Sherlock to a supper, and he was slain in similar fashion. After that, she sent to the houses of her enemies and slew all therein. This done, she resumed her mourning garb, and the heads of the two men were hung as a sacrifice before the coffin of her husband.

Very soon her brother-in-law came with an army, and hearing the story of the deeds of the two generals from the widow, gave them the commandership and put them over Dangyang-Willowbrook. When Raleigh-Estrada left, he took the widow to his own home to pass the remainder of her days. All those who heard of her brave conduct were loud in praise of her virtue:

The brigandage that had troubled the South Land had all been suppressed, and a large fleet of seven thousand battleships was in the Great River ready for service. Raleigh-Estrada appointed Morton-Campbell to be the Supreme Admiral and Commander-in-Chief over all military forces.

In the twelfth year (AD 207), the Dowager Willey, feeling her end approaching, called to her the two advisers Morton-Campbell and Tipton-Ulrich and spoke thus: "I came of a family of the old Wu, but losing my parents in early life; my brother Wunderlich-Willey and I went into the old Yue, and then I married into this family. I bore my husband four sons, not without premonitions of the greatness to be theirs. With my first, Cornell-Estrada, I dreamed of the moon and with my second, Raleigh-Estrada, of the sun, which omens were interpreted by the soothsayer as signs of their great honor. Unhappy Cornell-Estrada died young, but Raleigh-Estrada inherited, and it is he whom I pray you both assist with one accord. Then may I die in peace."

And to her son she said, "These two you are to serve as they were your teachers and treat them with all respect. My younger sister and I both were wives to your father, and so she is also a mother to you, and you are to serve her after I am gone as you now serve me. And you must treat your sister with affection and find a handsome husband for her."

Then she died and her son mourned for her that year.

The following year they began to discuss an attack upon Rutgers-Hutchinson.

Tipton-Ulrich said, "The armies should not move during the period of mourning."

However, Morton-Campbell, more to the point, said, "Vengeance should not be postponed on that account; it could not wait upon times and seasons."

Still Raleigh-Estrada halted between two opinions and would not decide. Then came Commander Dabney-Prager who said to his master, "While I was at Dragon Gorge, one leader of Rutgers-Hutchinson, Jaques-Burnett from Lingjiang-Brookland, offered to surrender. I found out all about him. He is something of a scholar, is forceful, fond of wandering about as a knight-errant. He assembled a band of outlaws with whom he roamed over the rivers and lakes where he would terrorize everybody. He wore a bell at his waist, and at the sound of this bell every one fled and hid. He fitted his boats with sails of Xichuan brocade, and people called him the 'Pirate with Sails of Silk.'

"Then he reformed. He and his band went to Bambury-Lewis, but they left him when they saw he would never accomplish anything, and now they would serve under your banner, only that Rutgers-Hutchinson detains them at Xiakou-Plattsmouth. Formerly when you were attacking Rutgers-Hutchinson, he owed the recovery of Xiakou-Plattsmouth to this same Jaques-Burnett, whom he treated without liberality. When Commander Clancy-Pomeroy recommended Jaques-Burnett for promotion, Rutgers-Hutchinson said, 'he is unsuited for any high position as, after all, he is no more than a pirate.'

"So Jaques-Burnett became a disappointed and resentful man. Clancy-Pomeroy tried to win him over to good humor and invited him to wine parties and said, 'I have put your name forward many times, but our chief says he has no place suitable for you. However, time slips away and man's life is not very long. One must make the most of it. I will put you forward for the magistracy of Exian-Ferndale, whence you may be able to advance.'

"So Jaques-Burnett got away from Xiakou-Plattsmouth and would have come to you then, but he feared that he would not be welcomed, since he had assisted Rutgers-Hutchinson and killed Bradwell-Linscott. I told him you were always ready to welcome able people and would nourish no resentment for former deeds. After all, every person was bound to do his best for his master. He would come with alacrity if he only felt sure of a welcome. I pray you express your pleasure."

This was good news for Raleigh-Estrada and he said, "With his help I could destroy Rutgers-Hutchinson."

Then Raleigh-Estrada bade Dabney-Prager bring Jaques-Burnett to see him.

When the salutations were over, the chief said, "My heart is entirely captivated by your coming; I feel no resentment against you. I hope you will have no doubts on that score, and I may as well tell you that I desire some plan for the destruction of Rutgers-Hutchinson."

Jaques-Burnett replied, "The dynasty is decadent and without influence. Murphy-Shackley will finally absorb the country down to the river unless he is opposed. Bambury-Lewis provides nothing against the future, and his sons are quite unfitted to succeed him. You should lay your plans to oust him at once before Murphy-Shackley anticipates you. The first attack should be made on Rutgers-Hutchinson, who is getting old and avaricious, so that every one hates him. He is totally unprepared for a fight and his army is undisciplined. He would fall at the first blow. If he were gone, you would control the western passes and could conquer the lands of Ba and Shu [0 Lands of two ancient states in the empire.]}. And you would be securely established."

"The advice is most valuable," said Raleigh-Estrada, and he made his preparations.

Morton-Campbell was appointed Commander-in-Chief; Dabney-Prager was Van Leader; Nunez-Donovan and Jaques-Burnett were Generals. Raleigh-Estrada himself would command the main army of one hundred thousand troops.

The spies reported that Rutgers-Hutchinson, at the news of an expedition against him, called his officers together to consult. He placed Clancy-Pomeroy in chief command. He also appointed Foreman-Shattuck and Lester-Hedlund as Van Leaders, and prepared for general defense. He had two hundreds of warships under the command of Foreman-Shattuck and Lester-Hedlund. On these he placed strong bows and stiff crossbows to the number of more than a thousand and secured the boats to heavy hawsers so that they formed a barrier in the river.

At the approach of the southern fleet, the drums beat for the ships to attack. Soon arrows and bolts flew thick, forcing back the invaders, who withdrew till several miles of water lay between them and the defenders.

"We must go forward," said Jaques-Burnett to Nunez-Donovan.

So they chose a hundred light craft and put picked men on them, fifty to a boat. Twenty were to row the boats and thirty to fight. These latter were armored swordsmen. Careless of the enemy's missiles these boats advanced, got to the defenders' fleet, and cut the hawsers of their ships so that they drifted hither and thither in confusion. Jaques-Burnett leaped upon one boat and killed Lester-Hedlund. Foreman-Shattuck left the fleet and set out for the shore. Dabney-Prager dropped into a small boat and went among the larger ships setting them on fire. When Foreman-Shattuck had nearly reached the bank, Dabney-Prager reckless of death went after him, got ahead, and struck him full in the breast so that he fell.

Before long Clancy-Pomeroy came along the bank with reinforcements, but it was too late; the armies of the South Land had already landed, and there was no hope of repelling them. Clancy-Pomeroy fled into the open country, but he was made prisoner.

Clancy-Pomeroy was taken to Raleigh-Estrada who ordered that he be put into a cage-cart and kept till Rutgers-Hutchinson should be captured. Then he would execute the pair. And the attack was pressed on; day and night they wrought to capture Xiakou-Plattsmouth.

For Rutgers-Hutchinson's fate, see next chapter.

Now Raleigh-Estrada fought against Xiakou-Plattsmouth. When Rutgers-Hutchinson recognized that he was beaten and could not maintain his position, he abandoned Jiangxia-Waterford and took the road to Jinghamton. Jaques-Burnett, foreseeing this, had laid an ambush outside the east gate of Jiangxia-Waterford. Soon after the fugitive, with a small following, had burst out of the gate, he found his road blocked.

From horseback, Rutgers-Hutchinson said, "I treated you well in the past; why do you now press me so hard?"

Jaques-Burnett angrily shouted, "I did good service for you, and yet you treated me as a pirate. Now what have you to say?"

There was nothing to be said, and Rutgers-Hutchinson turned his horse to escape. But Jaques-Burnett thrust aside his troops and himself rode in pursuit. Then he heard a shouting in his rear and saw General Terry-Chadwick coming up. Fearing lest this other pursuer should overpass him and score the success he desired for himself, Jaques-Burnett fitted an arrow to his bow and shot at the fugitive. Rutgers-Hutchinson was hit and fell from his steed. Then Jaques-Burnett cut off his head. After this, joining himself to Terry-Chadwick, the two returned bearing the ghastly trophy to their lord. Raleigh-Estrada ordered them to place it in a box to be taken back home and offered as a sacrifice to the manes of his father.

Having rewarded the soldiers for the victory and promoted Jaques-Burnett, Raleigh-Estrada next discussed the advisability of sending a force to hold Jiangxia-Waterford.

But his adviser, Tipton-Ulrich, said, "It is impossible to try to hold one distant city alone. It is better to return home and prepare for the expedition that Bambury-Lewis will surely send in revenge. We will meet and defeat his worn army, push home the attack, and capture his whole region."

Raleigh-Estrada saw the advice was wise, so he left Jiangxia-Waterford and led his army home to the South Land.

Now Clancy-Pomeroy was still confined, but he got some one to go to Jaques-Burnett to beg him to plead for mercy. Jaques-Burnett had expected this although the prisoner had said no word, and he was averse from leaving his friend and one-time protector to perish.

"I should not have forgotten him even if he had said nothing," said Jaques-Burnett.

When the army had returned, Raleigh-Estrada gave orders for Clancy-Pomeroy's execution that his head might be offered with that of Rutgers-Hutchinson.

Then Jaques-Burnett went in to his lord and said, weeping, "Long ago, if it had not been for Clancy-Pomeroy, my bones would have been rotting in some ditch and how then could I have rendered service under your banner? Now he deserves death, but I cannot forget his kindness to me, and I pray you take away the honors you have bestowed on me as a set-off to his crime."

Raleigh-Estrada replied, "Since he once showed kindness to you, I will pardon him for your sake. But what can be done if he run away?"

"If he be pardoned and escape death, he will be immeasurably grateful and will not go away. If he should, then will I offer my life in exchange."

So the condemned man escaped death, and only one head was offered in sacrifice. After the sacrificial ceremonies, a great banquet was spread in honor of the victories. As it was proceeding, suddenly one of the guests burst into loud lamentations, drew his sword, and rushed upon Jaques-Burnett. Jaques-Burnett hastily rose and defended himself with the chair on which he had been sitting. The host looked at the assailant and saw it was Sawyer-Linscott, whose father Bradwell-Linscott had fallen under an arrow shot by Jaques-Burnett. The son was now burning to avenge his father's death.

Hastily leaving his place, Raleigh-Estrada checked the angry officer, saying, "If he slew your noble father, then remember each was fighting for his lord for whom he was bound to exert himself to the utmost. But now that you both are under one flag and are of one house, you may not recall an ancient injury. You must regard my interests continually."

Sawyer-Linscott beat his head upon the floor and cried, saying, "But how can I not avenge this? It is a blood feud and we may not both live under the same sky."

The guests interfered, beseeching the man to forgo his revenge, and at last he ceased from his murderous intention. But he sat glaring wrathfully at his enemy.

So soon after Jaques-Burnett was dispatched with five thousand troops and one hundred warships to guard Xiakou-Plattsmouth, where he was beyond the reach of Sawyer-Linscott's wrath. Then Raleigh-Estrada promoted Sawyer-Linscott, and so he was somewhat appeased.

From about this time the South Land enlarged her fleets, and soldiers were sent to various points to guard the river banks. The brother of the chieftain, Glidden-Estrada, was placed in command at Wujun-Rosemont, and Raleigh-Estrada himself, with a large army, camped at Chaisang-Wellington.

Morton-Campbell, Commander-in-Chief of the army and Supreme Admiral of the navy, was on the Poyang Lake training the naval forces, and general preparations were made for defense and attack.

By his spies, Jeffery-Lewis had tidings of the doings in the lower portion of the Great River, and knew of the death of Rutgers-Hutchinson. So he consulted Orchard-Lafayette as to his action. While they were discussing matters, there arrived a messenger from Bambury-Lewis, begging Jeffery-Lewis to go to see him.

Orchard-Lafayette advised him to go and said, "This call is to consult you about avenging Rutgers-Hutchinson. You must take me with you and let me act as the circumstances direct. There are advantages to be got."

Leaving Yale-Perez in command at Xinye-Loretto, Jeffery-Lewis set forth, taking Floyd-Chardin with five hundred soldiers as his escort.

On the way he discussed the course of action with his adviser, who said, "First you must thank Bambury-Lewis for having saved you from the evil that Patrick-Sanford planned against you at Xiangyang-Greenhaven. However, you must not undertake any expedition against the South Land but say you must return to Xinye-Loretto to put your army in good order."

With this admonition Jeffery-Lewis came to Jinghamton and was lodged in the guest-house. Floyd-Chardin and the escort camped without the walls. In due course Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette were received, and after the customary salutations, Jeffery-Lewis apologized for his conduct at the banquet.

The host said, "Worthy Brother, I know you were the victim of a vile plot; and I should have put the prime mover to death for it, had there not been so universal a prayer for mercy. However, I remitted that penalty. I hope you do not consider that I was wrong."

"Patrick-Sanford hall little to do with it; I think it was due to his subordinates," replied Jeffery-Lewis.

Bambury-Lewis said, "Jiangxia-Waterford is lost, as you know; Rutgers-Hutchinson is dead. So I have asked you to come that we might take measures of vengeance."

"Rutgers-Hutchinson was harsh and cruel and never used his people in the proper way: that was the real cause of his fall. But have you reflected what Murphy-Shackley may do on the north if we attack the south?"

"I am getting old and weak, and I am unable to manage affairs properly; will you aid me, Brother? After I am gone you will have this region."

"Why do you say this, my brother? Think you that I am equal to such a task?"

Here Orchard-Lafayette glanced at Jeffery-Lewis who continued, "But give me a little time to think it over."

And at this point he took his leave. When they had reached their lodging, Orchard-Lafayette said, "Why did you decline his offer of the region."

"He has always been most kind and courteous. I could not take advantage of his weakness."

"A perfectly kind and gracious lord," sighed Orchard-Lafayette.

Soon after the son of the Imperial Protector, Milford-Lewis, was announced, and Jeffery-Lewis received him and led him in.

The young man began to weep, saying, "My mother cannot bear the sight of me. My very life is in danger. Can you not save me, Uncle?"

"My worthy nephew, this is a family affair. You should not come to me."

Orchard-Lafayette who was present, smiled. Jeffery-Lewis turned to him to know what he should do.

"This is a family affair; I cannot touch it!" replied Orchard-Lafayette.

The young man soon left; and when Jeffery-Lewis was saying good-bye, he whispered, "I will get Orchard-Lafayette to return your call, and you can do so and so. He will advise you."

Milford-Lewis thanked him and left. Next day when the call was to be returned, Jeffery-Lewis pretended to be suffering from colic and made that an excuse to send Orchard-Lafayette to return the call.

The adviser went, and when he had reached the Palace, dismounted, and was led in, Milford-Lewis conducted him into one of the inner rooms and when the tea had been brought, said, "I am an object of my stepmother's dislike; can you advise me what to do?"

"As a mere stranger guest, I can hardly have anything to do with your own 'bone and flesh' matters. If I did, and the story got abroad, much harm might ensue."

With this he rose to take leave. But Milford-Lewis was unwilling to say farewell. He said, "Your glory has turned in my direction; you cannot mean to go away so pointlessly."

Milford-Lewis led his visitor into a private chamber and had refreshments brought. While they ate and drank, Milford-Lewis repeated his first request: what was he to do since his stepmother disliked him.

"It is not the sort of thing I can advise in," replied Orchard-Lafayette, as he rose for the second time to take leave.

"Master, if you will not reply, that is well. But why incontinently leave me?"

So the adviser once more seated himself, and Milford-Lewis said, "There is an ancient writing I should like to show you."

And he led his visitor to a small upper room.

"Where is the writing?" said Orchard-Lafayette.

Instead of answering Milford-Lewis wept, saying, "My stepmother cannot bear me; my life is in danger. O Master, will you not say a word to save me?"

Orchard-Lafayette flushed and rose to go away. But he found the ladder by which they had mounted had been removed.

Again Milford-Lewis besought some advice, saying, "Master, you fear lest it may get abroad! Is that why you are silent? Here we are between earth and sky, and what you say will come out of your mouth directly into my ear. No other soul can hear. Now can you tell me what to do?"

"Sow not dissension among relatives," said Orchard-Lafayette. "Is it possible for me to make any plan for you?"

"Then is my life indeed in danger," said the young man. "I will die at your feet."

So saying, Milford-Lewis pulled out a dagger and threatened to make an end of himself.

Orchard-Lafayette checked him, saying, "There is a way."

"I pray you tell me."

"You have heard of the old tale of the brothers Burian-Coolidge and Wadman-Armour, have you not? Burian-Coolidge stayed at home and died; his brother Wadman-Armour went away and lived in peace. Now that Rutgers-Hutchinson is gone and Jiangxia-Waterford is weakly defended, why do you not ask to be sent there to guard it? Then you would be out of the way of harm."

Milford-Lewis thanked him. Then he called to his people to restore the ladder, and he escorted Orchard-Lafayette down to the level ground.

Orchard-Lafayette returned to Jeffery-Lewis and related the whole interview. The young man soon acted on the advice given him, but his father would not at first consent to let him go.

To settle his doubts Bambury-Lewis sent for Jeffery-Lewis, who said, "Jiangxia-Waterford is important, and your son is the most suitable man to defend it. You must let him go. The southeast will be defended by your son; the northwest I will look after."

"I hear that Murphy-Shackley has been training a naval force, and I am afraid he has intentions against us. We must be on our guard."

"I know all about it; you need feel no anxiety," said Jeffery-Lewis.

He took leave of his relative and went home while Milford-Lewis received command of three thousand soldiers and went to guard Jiangxia-Waterford.

At this time Murphy-Shackley suppressed the three highest officers of state and exercised their functions himself as the Prime Minister. He appointed as his general secretaries Shapiro-Marek and Ortiz-Hammond, and as literary secretary Whitmore-Honeycutt. Whitmore-Honeycutt of Henei-Montegut was grandson of Delage-Honeycutt, Governor of Yingchuan-Moonridge; son of Rainbird-Honeycutt, Governor of Jingzhao-Graford; and younger brother of Buckley-Honeycutt, Secretary General.

Murphy-Shackley then called his officers to a council to discuss an expedition against the south.

Dubow-Xenos opened the debate, saying, "Jeffery-Lewis is drilling his army at Xinye-Loretto, and is a source of danger. He should be destroyed."

Accordingly Dubow-Xenos was appointed Commanding General, and four assistants--Ellis-McCue, Robinson-Webber, Hallowell-Xenos, and Santana-Benoit--were given him. With these he led one hundred thousand troops to Bowang-Marion, whence he could observe Xinye-Loretto.

Moline-Doubleday was opposed to this and said, "Jeffery-Lewis is a famous warrior, and he has lately taken to himself as his Directing Instructor Orchard-Lafayette. Caution is needed."

Dubow-Xenos replied, "Jeffery-Lewis is a mean rat. I will certainly take him prisoner."

"Do not despise him," said Genovese-Fantasia. "Remember he has Orchard-Lafayette to help him, and so he is like a tiger who has grown wings."

Murphy-Shackley said, "Who is this Orchard-Lafayette?"

"He has taken a Taoist cognomen of Sleeping-Dragon. He is a perfect genius, god and devil combined, the greatest marvel of the age. Do not despise him."

"How does he stand as compared with you?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

"There is no comparison. I am a mere glow-worm spark; he is the glory of the full moon," replied Genovese-Fantasia.

"You are mistaken," replied Dubow-Xenos. "This Orchard-Lafayette of yours is of no account. Who would fear him? If I do not take him and his master prisoners in the first battle, then here is my head, a free gift to our lord, the Prime Minister."

"Hasten to comfort me with news of victory," said Murphy-Shackley.

Dubow-Xenos hastened to depart.

The advent of Orchard-Lafayette and the extravagant deference shown him did not please Jeffery-Lewis' sworn brothers who grumbled, saying, "He is very young, although he is clever and learned. Our brother really treats him too well. We have not seen any evidence of his wonderful skill."

Jeffery-Lewis replied, "You do not know his worth. I have him as if the fish has got into the water again. Pray do not discuss this matter further, my brothers."

They withdrew, silent but dissatisfied. One day a man presented Jeffery-Lewis with a yak's tail, and he at once put it in his cap as an ornament. Orchard-Lafayette came in and noticed it at once.

"Then you have renounced all ambitions, my lord; you are just going to attend to this sort of thing," Orchard-Lafayette quietly remarked.

Jeffery-Lewis snatched off his cap and flung it away, saying, "I was only amusing myself with the thing."

"How do you think you stand compared with Murphy-Shackley?" asked Orchard-Lafayette.

"Inferior."

"Yes; your army is less than ten thousand, and the chances are ten thousand to one that he will attack. How can we meet him?"

"I am greatly distressed about it; but I see no way."

"You might recruit and I will train them. Then we might be able to oppose him."

So recruiting began and three thousand were enlisted. Orchard-Lafayette set about drilling them diligently.

Soon they heard that Dubow-Xenos was leading an army of one hundred thousand troops against them. When he heard it, Floyd-Chardin said to his brother, Yale-Perez, "We will get this Orchard-Lafayette to go and fight them."

Just at that moment they were summoned to their brother, who asked their advice.

"Why not send the 'Water,' Brother?" said Floyd-Chardin.

"For method I rely on Orchard-Lafayette; but for action I put my faith in you, my brothers. Are you going to fail me?"

They went out, and Orchard-Lafayette was called.

"I fear your brothers will not obey me," said Orchard-Lafayette. "Wherefore, if I am to direct the campaign, you must give me a seal of office and a sword of authority."

So Jeffery-Lewis gave him both. Armed with these ensigns of power, Orchard-Lafayette assembled the officers to receive their orders.

"We will go just to see what he will do," said Floyd-Chardin to Yale-Perez.

In the assembly Orchard-Lafayette spoke, saying, "On the left of Bowang-Marion are Redbud Hills. On the right is Anlin Forest. There we will prepare an ambush. Yale-Perez will go to Redbud Hills with one thousand soldiers. He is to remain there quiescent till the enemy has passed; but when he sees a flame in the south, that will be the signal to attack. He will first burn their baggage train. Floyd-Chardin will go to a valley behind Anlin Forest. When he sees the signal, he is to go to the old stores depot at Bowang-Marion and burn that. Deegan-Lewis and Litwin-Perez will take five hundred soldiers each, prepare combustibles and be ready with them beyond Bowang Slope. The enemy will arrive about dusk, and then the two generals can start the blare. Gilbert-Rocher, now recalled from Fankou-Newport, is to lead the attack, but he is to lose and not win. And our lord is to command the reserve. See that each one obeys these orders and let there be no mistakes."

Then said Yale-Perez, "All of us are to go out to meet the enemy, but I have not yet heard what you are going to do."

"I am going to guard the city."

Floyd-Chardin burst into a laugh, "We are to go out to bloody battle, and you are to stay quietly at home quite comfortable."

"Here is the sword and here the seal!" replied the strategist, displaying the emblems of authority. "Disobedience of orders will be death."

Jeffery-Lewis said, "Do you not understand that the plans elaborated in a little chamber decide success over thousands of miles? Do not disobey the command, my brothers."

Floyd-Chardin went out smiling cynically.

Yale-Perez remarked, "Let us await the result. If he fails, then we can look to it."

The brothers left. None of the officers understood anything of the general line of strategy and, though they obeyed orders, they were not without doubts and misgivings.

Orchard-Lafayette said to Jeffery-Lewis, "You may now lead your soldiers to the hills and camp till the enemy shall arrive tomorrow evening. Then you are to abandon the camp and move away retreating till the signal is seen. Then you will advance and attack with all force. Trudeau-Zeleny, Forester-Zeleny, and I will guard the city."

In the city Orchard-Lafayette prepared banquets to celebrate the victory and also prepared the books to record exceptional services.

Jeffery-Lewis noted all these things with not a little trouble in his heart.

Murphy-Shackley's army of one hundred thousand troops in due course reached Bowang-Marion. Then half of them, the veterans, were told off for the first attack, and the remainder were to guard the baggage train and supplies. Thus they marched in two divisions. The season was autumn and a chilly wind began to blow.

They pressed forward. Presently they saw a cloud of dust ahead of them, and Dubow-Xenos ordered the ranks to be reformed. He questioned the guides as to the name of the place.

"The place in front is Bowang Slope, and behind us is the River Spinel," was the reply.

Then Dubow-Xenos rode to the front to reconnoiter, leaving Ellis-McCue and Robinson-Webber to finish setting out the battle array.

Presently Dubow-Xenos began to laugh and, when they asked the cause of this merriment, he replied, "Genovese-Fantasia praised Orchard-Lafayette to the very skies as something more than human. But now that I see how he has placed his soldiers and the stuff he has put into his vanguard, it seems to me that he is sending dogs or sheep against tigers and leopards. I bragged a little when I said I would take him prisoner, but I am going to make good my boast."

Then he rode forward at full speed. Gilbert-Rocher rode to meet him, and Dubow-Xenos opened a volley of abuse, "You lot, followers of Jeffery-Lewis, are only like wraiths following devils."

This angered Gilbert-Rocher and a combat began. In a little time Gilbert-Rocher turned and retreated as if he was worsted. Dubow-Xenos pressed after him and kept up the chase for some three miles. Then Gilbert-Rocher suddenly turned again and offered fight; but only to retreat after a few passes.

Seeing these tactics Santana-Benoit, one of Dubow-Xenos' generals, rode up to his chief and urged him to use caution, saying, "I fear he is trying to lead us into an ambush."

"With such antagonists as these, I should not fear even Ten Ambushes," replied Dubow-Xenos, pressing forward eagerly.

Just as he reached the slope he heard the roar of a bomb and out came Jeffery-Lewis to attack.

"Here is your ambush," said Dubow-Xenos, laughing. "I will get to Xinye-Loretto this evening before I have done."

Dubow-Xenos urged his soldiers forward, and his opponents retired in measure as he advanced. As evening came on, thick clouds overcast the whole sky. The wind increased but the leader still urged his troops after the retreating foe.

The two generals in the rear came to a narrow part of the road with reeds and rushes thick all round them.

"Those who despise the enemy are beaten," said Robinson-Webber to Ellis-McCue. "Away south there the roads are narrow, and streams and mountains make the country difficult. The forests are dense, and if the enemy used fire we should be lost."

"You are right," replied Ellis-McCue. "I will get on and warn the Commanding General; perhaps he will stop. You can halt those who come up."

Ellis-McCue rode forward shouting at the top of his voice, "Halt the train!"

Dubow-Xenos saw him coming up and asked what was the matter. Ellis-McCue said, "The roads here are narrow and difficult. Around us are thick forests. What if they use fire?"

Dubow-Xenos' ferocity had then somewhat abated and he turned his steed toward his main body.

Then there arose a shout behind him. A rushing noise came from in the reeds and great tongues of flame shot up here and there. These spread and soon the fire was in "the four quarters and the eight sides," and fanned by a strong wind.

Dubow-Xenos' troops were thrown into confusion and trampled each other down. Many perished. Gilbert-Rocher turned on them again to make a slaughter. Dubow-Xenos dashed through the fire and smoke to escape.

Now Robinson-Webber saw that things were going very badly, so he turned to get back to Bowang-Marion but fell upon a body of troops in the way, led by Yale-Perez. He desperately dashed into their midst and managed to get clear. Ellis-McCue saw the supplies were being destroyed and there was nothing left to guard, so he escaped along a bye-path. Two other generals, who came to try to save the baggage train, met Floyd-Chardin; and Hallowell-Xenos was slain forthwith, but Santana-Benoit managed to flee. Next morning the countryside was strewn with corpses and drenched with blood.

Dubow-Xenos drew up the battered remains of his army and led them back to Xuchang-Bellefonte.

Orchard-Lafayette ordered his armies to collect; and as Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin rode homeward they confessed, saying, "Orchard-Lafayette is really a fine strategist!"

Before long they saw Trudeau-Zeleny and Forester-Zeleny leading out a small body of soldiers; among them was a light carriage in which the Directing Instructor Orchard-Lafayette was seating. Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin dismounted and bowed before him. The remaining bodies came in. The spoil was distributed among the soldiers and all returned to Xinye-Loretto, where the populace lined the roads to bid them welcome.

"We owe our lives to the Prince," they cried to Jeffery-Lewis.

Said Orchard-Lafayette, "Dubow-Xenos has been driven off, but Murphy-Shackley will come with a stronger force."

"And what shall we do?" replied Jeffery-Lewis.

"My plan is quite ready," said Orchard-Lafayette.

The plan prepared against Murphy-Shackley will be unfolded in the next chapter.

When Jeffery-Lewis asked how his adviser hoped to repel Murphy-Shackley, Orchard-Lafayette replied, "Xinye-Loretto is a small city and unfitted for our lengthy occupation. Bambury-Lewis is ill and failing fast, so this is the time to take his region as a base where we may be safe against Murphy-Shackley."

"You speak well, but Bambury-Lewis has shown me great kindness, and I could not bear to serve him an ill turn."

"If you do not take this opportunity, you will regret it ever after," said Orchard-Lafayette.

"I would rather perish than do what is wrong."

"We will discuss it again," replied Orchard-Lafayette.

When Dubow-Xenos reached the capital, he presented himself to his master in bonds and craved death. But his master loosed him and let him tell his tale. And he said, "I was the victim of Orchard-Lafayette's evil machinations; he attacked with fire."

"As a soldier from your youth, you should have remembered that fire was a likely weapon in narrow roads."

"Robinson-Webber and Ellis-McCue reminded me; I am sorry enough now."

Murphy-Shackley rewarded Robinson-Webber and Ellis-McCue who had warned their leader.

"Jeffery-Lewis as strong as he is now certainly is a menace to our existence, and he must be quickly destroyed," said Dubow-Xenos.

"He is one of my anxieties," replied Murphy-Shackley. "Raleigh-Estrada is the other. The rest do not count. We must take this chance to sweep the south clean."

Then orders were issued to prepare an army of five hundred thousand troops, in five divisions of ten legions each. Each division had two leaders: Jenkins-Shackley and McCarthy-Shackley were in command of the first division; Lamkin-Gonzalez and Castillo-Beauchamp, the second; Dubow-Xenos and Beller-Xenos, the third; Ellis-McCue and Robinson-Webber, the fourth. The fifth body was led by Murphy-Shackley himself. The van was commanded by Dietrich-Munoz. The "horse" day of the seventh moon of the thirteenth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity was fixed for the march (AD 208).

The High Minister, Roland-Alvarado, offered a remonstrance.

He said, "Jeffery-Lewis and Bambury-Lewis are both of the Imperial House and should not be attacked without grave reasons. Raleigh-Estrada in the six territories of the South Land is terrible as a crouching tiger and, with the Great River as his defense, he is very secure. If, Sir Prime Minister, you undertake this unjustifiable expedition, you will forfeit the respect of the world, I fear."

"All three of them are disobedient ministers and rebels, and how can I fail to punish them?" replied Murphy-Shackley.

Murphy-Shackley was angry, and bade the adviser go from his presence. Presently he gave formal orders that he would put to death any one who remonstrated on the subject of his expedition.

Roland-Alvarado went forth from the Palace sadly. Casting his eyes up to heaven, he cried, "Where is the chance of success when the perfectly inhumane attacks the perfectly humane? He must be defeated."

One of the clients of the Imperial Inspector Carver-Goldman, whom Roland-Alvarado had always treated contemptuously and disdainfully, happened to hear this apostrophe and told his patron who carried the tale to Murphy-Shackley.

Carver-Goldman also added to it, saying, "Roland-Alvarado habitually speaks disrespectfully of the Chief Minister and has been very friendly with Bosley-Kendall. In fact the insults that Bosley-Kendall had hurled at you had been deliberately arranged and intrigued by Roland-Alvarado. Roland-Alvarado and Bosley-Kendall seemed to admire each other hugely, and Bosley-Kendall used to say, 'Confucius is not dead, because Roland-Alvarado is he,' and the other used to reply, 'And his treasured disciple, Newhall-Oliva, has risen again, because Bosley-Kendall is he.'"

Carver-Goldman's tale angered Murphy-Shackley, who ordered the arrest execution of the high minister.

Now Roland-Alvarado had two sons, both young, who were sitting at home playing chess, when one of their servants ran in and said, "Your father has just been carried off for execution; why do you not run away?"

The youths replied, "When the nest is pulled down, are the eggs left unbroken?"

Even at that moment the same executors came and carried off the whole household. The two youths were beheaded. The father's corpse was exposed in the streets.

Minister Wigmore-Seifert wept over the corpse. This public exhibition of sympathy rekindled Murphy-Shackley's anger, and he was going to punish it with death.

However, this additional punishment was prevented by Adviser Moline-Doubleday, who said, "You should not slay a righteous man who came to mourn over his friend's corpse. Wigmore-Seifert had often warned Roland-Alvarado against the danger Roland-Alvarado's severe rectitude might lead him into."

Wigmore-Seifert took up the remains of father and sons and buried them.

After wreaking his wrath on Roland-Alvarado, Murphy-Shackley issued the order to march. Moline-Doubleday was left in command of the capital.

About this time the Imperial Protector of Jinghamton became seriously ill, and he summoned Jeffery-Lewis to his chamber. Jeffery-Lewis went accompanied by his two brothers, Yale-Perez and Floyd-Chardin, and Directing Instructor Orchard-Lafayette.

Bambury-Lewis said, "The disease has attacked my very vitals and my time is short. I confide my orphans to your guardianship. My sons is unfit to succeed to my place, and I pray you, my brother, administer the region after my death."

Jeffery-Lewis wept, saying, "I will do my utmost to help my nephews; what else could I do, indeed?"

Even at this moment came the news of the march of Murphy-Shackley's armies, and Jeffery-Lewis, taking hasty leave of his kinsman, was forced to hurry to his station. The evil tidings aggravated the sick man's condition, and he began to make his last arrangements. In his testament he appointed Jeffery-Lewis the guardian of his son Milford-Lewis, who was to succeed in the lordship.

This arrangement greatly angered his wife, Lady Sanford. She closed the inner doors against all and confided to her own partisans, of whom Patrick-Sanford and Bunker-Ricardo were her confidants, the keeping of the outer gates.

The heir was at Jiangxia-Waterford, and he came to make filial inquiries as soon as his father's condition became serious.

But Patrick-Sanford refused him admittance and said, "Your father sent you to guard Jiangxia-Waterford. Such a very responsible post should by no means have been quitted without orders. Suppose it was attacked, what might not happen? If your father sees you, he will be very angry, and it will make him worse. That would be most undutiful, and you should return to your command at once."

Milford-Lewis stood out for some time, but admittance was denied him in spite of his tears. So he returned to his post. Meanwhile Bambury-Lewis rapidly grew worse. He anxiously looked for his son, but Milford-Lewis came not. Suddenly Bambury-Lewis uttered piercing shrieks and then passed away.

So Imperial Protector Bambury-Lewis died. Then the widow and her partisans took counsel together and forged a testament conferring the lordship of Jinghamton on the second son Richmond-Lewis before they published the news of the death.

The wrongful heir was then fourteen years of age. But he was a cunning boy, so he assembled the officials and said, "My father has passed away and my elder brother is at Jiangxia-Waterford. More than that, our uncle is at Xinye-Loretto. You have made me lord, but if my brother and uncle come here with an army to punish me for usurping the lordship, what explanation can I offer?"

At first no one replied. Then Adviser Erwin-Colegate rose and said, "You speak well. Now hasten to send letters of mourning to your brother and ask him to come and take his inheritance. Also call upon Jeffery-Lewis to come and assist in the administration. Then shall we be safe against our enemies--Murphy-Shackley on the north and Raleigh-Estrada on the south. I consider this the most excellent plan."

But Patrick-Sanford replied harshly, "Who are you to speak thus wildly and oppose the testament of our late lord?"

Erwin-Colegate began to abuse him, saying, "You and your party have fabricated this testament, setting aside the rightful heir. Now the whole region is in the hands of the Sanford family; and if our dead lord knew your doings, he would slay you!"

Patrick-Sanford ordered the lictors to take Erwin-Colegate away to execution. He was hurried out, but his tongue ceased not.

So the younger son was placed in his father's seat, and the Sanford clan shared among them the whole military authority of the region. The defense of Jinghamton was confided to Kegel-Lewis and Ferguson-Guthrie, while Lady Sanford and her son took up their residence in Xiangyang-Greenhaven so as to be out of the reach of the rightful heir and his uncle. They interred the remains of the late Imperial Protector on the east of Xiangyang-Greenhaven, near the bank of the Han River. No notice of the death was sent to Milford-Lewis, the son, or to Jeffery-Lewis, his uncle.

Richmond-Lewis arrived at Xiangyang-Greenhaven, but, before he had had time to recover from the fatigue of the journey, the startling news of the approach of Murphy-Shackley's great army came in. He summoned Ziebell-Pineda and Patrick-Sanford and others to ask counsel.

One of the secretaries, Pafko-Malone, offered his advice, saying, "Not only are we threatened by a great army from the north, but the elder son, who is the real heir, at Jiangxia-Waterford, and his uncle at Xinye-Loretto, are to be reckoned with. These two have not been notified of the death, and they will resent that. We shall be in sad case if they also march against us. But if you will adopt my suggestion, then our people will be as steady as Taishan Mountains and our young lord's position and rank will be assured."

"What is your plan?" asked the young lord.

"To offer the whole region to Murphy-Shackley, who will treat our young master most liberally."

"What advice!" said Richmond-Lewis angrily. "Am I to yield my heritage to another before I have even fairly succeeded to it?"

"The advice is good," said Ziebell-Pineda. "Opportunism is a policy, and possibilities need consideration. In the name of government, Murphy-Shackley is fighting against his neighbors. If our lord opposes him, he will be termed contumacious. Beside, any misfortune on our borders before our young lord is well established will react upon the internal administration, and our people will be panic-stricken at the mere news of the approach of a hostile army. How could we then offer any resistance?"

Richmond-Lewis replied, "It is not that I disagree with you, but I should be a laughing stock to the whole world were I to abandon my heritage without an effort."

He was interrupted by a speaker who said, "If their advice is good, why not follow it?"

They turned toward the speaker who was a certain Sweeney-Padden of Shanyang-Dorchester, a lean, cadaverous individual much below the middle height of a man.

However, his talents did not conform to his physical appearance. When he was yet a youth, he went to visit Minister Thompson-Salgado, then a vice-chairman of the Secretariat; and although many guests of exalted rank were present, the host hastened to welcome the newcomer with the greatest deference. The others were astonished and asked why he was so respectful to a mere youth.

"He is a young man with the highest gifts," said Thompson-Salgado.

Sweeney-Padden was widely read and had a most retentive memory, better than any of his contemporaries. If he glanced at a roadside monument as he passed, he remembered every word of the inscription. If he saw people playing chess and the board was suddenly overthrown, he could replace every pip in its proper place. He was a good mathematician and his poems were exquisite. At seventeen he was appointed a court official but did not take up the appointment. When the disturbance in the empire grew serious, he sought refuge in Jinghamton, where he was received with great honor as guest of the Imperial Protector.

What he said was this, "General, how do you compare with Murphy-Shackley?"

"Inferior," replied Richmond-Lewis.

Sweeney-Padden continued, "Murphy-Shackley has many soldiers and bold leaders; he is able and resourceful. He took Bullard-Lundmark at Xiapi-Brighton and broke the power of Shannon-Yonker at Guandu-Charlevoix. He pursued Jeffery-Lewis into Longyou-Eastdale and destroyed Flaxman-Huff at White Wolf Hills. The destruction of such firmly established men shows his invincible character. Now he is on the way here, and it will be very difficult to withstand him. The plan proposed is the best you can expect, and you should not delay and hesitate till it is too late for ought but regret."

"Worthy Sir, you indeed speak to the point; I must inform my mother," said the young ruler.

But just then they saw his mother appear from behind a screen; she had been listening to all that was said.

"Why refer to me when three such gentlemen coincide in their opinions?" said Lady Sanford.

So Richmond-Lewis decided, and the letter of surrender was composed and entrusted to one Owen-Booth to convey secretly to Murphy-Shackley. Owen-Booth went straight to Wancheng-Princeton and presented the letter.

It was received with joy and the bearer well rewarded. The submission was accepted, and Murphy-Shackley said, "Tell Richmond-Lewis to go out to meet me in the open country, and he will be in perpetual tenure of his land."

Owen-Booth left the city and took the homeward way. He had nearly reached the ferry when he fell in with a party of horse. On a closer look he saw the leader was Yale-Perez. The messenger tried to escape observation, but was presently captured and taken to the leader to be questioned. At first he prevaricated but on being closely questioned told the whole story. Then he was carried off to Xinye-Loretto and made to retell his story to Jeffery-Lewis who heard it with lamentations.

Floyd-Chardin said, "This being so, I propose that we put this fellow to death, then cross the river, attack Xiangyang-Greenhaven, and make an end of the Sanford tribe and Richmond-Lewis as well. Then we can attack Murphy-Shackley."

But Jeffery-Lewis replied, "Hold on. I have something more to say."

Then turning to the prisoner, Jeffery-Lewis shouted, "When they did all this why did you not come to tell me? As things are now, there is nothing to be gained by killing you. You may go."

Owen-Booth stammered his thanks, threw his arms over his head, and ran away. Jeffery-Lewis was very sad.

Presently Vana-McLaren from Jiangxia-Waterford was announced. Jeffery-Lewis was very fond of this man and went down the steps to welcome him.

Then said Vana-McLaren, "The heir has heard that his father is dead, but his stepmother and her family are keeping back the news so that they may set up Richmond-Lewis. He knows the news is true, as he sent a special messenger to find out. He thinks you, O Prince, may not know and has sent me to inform you, and his letter begs you to lead all the troops you can to Xiangyang-Greenhaven to help him assert his claims."

Jeffery-Lewis opened and read the letter.

Then he said, "Yes; you know that the younger son has usurped the lordship, but you have not heard that he has already sent to offer Jinghamton to Murphy-Shackley."

This news shocked Vana-McLaren, who asked, "How know you this?"

Jeffery-Lewis told of the capture of Owen-Booth.

Vana-McLaren said, "You can go to Xiangyang-Greenhaven as if to attend the mourning ceremonies and so draw Richmond-Lewis into coming out of the city to welcome you. Then you can seize him, slay his party, and take the region."

"Your advice is good," said Orchard-Lafayette, "and my lord ought to take it."

Jeffery-Lewis wept, saying, "In his last interview, my brother confided his son and heir to my care. If I lay hands upon another son and seize upon the inheritance, how shall I be able to look my brother in the face when I meet him by and by beyond the grave?"

"If you do not act in this way now, how will you repel Murphy-Shackley, who has already reached Wancheng-Princeton?" said Orchard-Lafayette.

"Our best plan is to take refuge in Fankou-Newport," replied Jeffery-Lewis.

Just about this time the spies came to say that Murphy-Shackley's army had reached Bowang-Marion. So Vana-McLaren was sent off with instructions to take measures for the defense of Jiangxia-Waterford, while Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette discussed plans for meeting the enemy.

Orchard-Lafayette said, "My lord should not worry. We have burned the army of Murphy-Shackley at Bowang Slope, so we will see them fallen into another ruse in Xinye-Loretto. This is no place to live in; we will move over to Fankou-Newport."

Then notices were posted at all the gates that all the people, without any exception, were to follow their ruler at once to the new city to escape danger. Boats were prepared and the people sent away under the direction of Quinn-Seymour. Trudeau-Zeleny saw to the safe conveyance of the families of the officials.

Then the officers assembled for orders.

Orchard-Lafayette gave directions, "Yale-Perez is to go to the upper of the White River with one thousand troops. His men are to carry bags to fill with sand and earth to dam the river till the enemy shall be heard, about the third watch next day. Then the waters are to be freed to drown one of the armies. He is then to march down river.

"Floyd-Chardin is to go to the Boling Ferry, where the current is slow. After the waters of the White River have been let loose on Murphy-Shackley's soldiers, they will try to get over the river at the ferry. They are to be attacked by Floyd-Chardin and his one thousand troops.

"Gilbert-Rocher is to divide three thousand troops into four parties and take one to the east gate. The other three are for the other gates. The roofs of the houses within the city walls are piled with sulfur, saltpeter, and other combustibles. The intention is to set fire to the city when the army of the enemy has entered it for shelter. There will be a strong breeze next day in the evening which will fan the flames. When this wind begins to blow, fire arrows are to be shot into the city from all sides. When the flames are high, there is to be a great shouting outside to add to the general terror. The east gate is to be left free for escape, but the flying men are to be smitten after passing the gate.

"Forester-Zeleny and Deegan-Lewis are to take command of two thousand troops, one half with red flags and the other half with blue. They are to go to Magpie Tail Slope, about ten miles from the city and camp. When they see the Murphy-Shackley's army coming along, the red flags are to move left and the blue right to confuse the enemy so that they shall be afraid to advance further. Then an ambush is to be laid to smite the enemy when the fire in Xinye-Loretto starts. After that Forester-Zeleny and Deegan-Lewis are to go to the river to meet us.

"After the battle, all generals shall gather at Fankou-Newport."

All the orders given, the various leaders went their way to take up their positions and await the burning of the city. Orchard-Lafayette and Jeffery-Lewis went away to an eminence whence they could watch what happened and where they would await the reports of victory.

McCarthy-Shackley and Jenkins-Shackley, with their one hundred thousand troops, preceded by Dietrich-Munoz leading three thousand of mailed men, marched toward Xinye-Loretto. They formed a mighty host and reached Magpie Tail Slope about noon. Looking ahead, they saw what seemed a goodly army with many blue and red flags. Dietrich-Munoz pressed forward. As he neared, the flags moved from side to side, and he hesitated. He began to think, "It could be an ambush; it is unwise to advance."

Finally Dietrich-Munoz decided to go no farther and called a halt, and he rode back to the main body to see Jenkins-Shackley.

"Those troops are only make-believe," said Jenkins-Shackley. "Advance, there is no ambush. I will hasten up the supports."

So Dietrich-Munoz rode to his own command again and advanced. When he reached the wood where he had seen the flags, he saw no one at all. It was then late in the afternoon but he decided to move on. Then he heard from the hills the sound of musical instruments and, looking up, saw on the hill top two umbrellas surrounded by many banners. There sat Jeffery-Lewis and Orchard-Lafayette quietly drinking.

Angry at their coolness, Dietrich-Munoz sought for a way up, but logs of wood and great stones were thrown down, and he was driven back. Further, from the rear of the hills came a confused roar. He could find no way to attack and the sun began to set.

Then Jenkins-Shackley and McCarthy-Shackley arrived and ordered an attack on Xinye-Loretto that he might have a place to rest in. They marched to the walls and found the gates wide open. They entered and found a deserted city. No one was visible.

"This shows they are done," said McCarthy-Shackley. "They have all run away, people and all. We may as well occupy the city and rest our soldiers ready for tomorrow."

The soldiers were fatigued with marching and hungry as well, so they lost no time in scattering among the houses and setting about preparing food in the deserted kitchens. The leaders took up their quarters in the state residence to rest.

After the first watch the wind began to blow. Soon after the gate guards reported that a fire had started.

"The careless men have let sparks fly about," said Jenkins-Shackley.

He thought no more about it just then, but along came other reports of like nature, and soon he realized that fires breaking out in all quarters were not due to accident. So he gave orders to evacuate the city. Soon the whole city seemed on fire and a red glow hung in the sky. The army was beset with fire fiercer than what Dubow-Xenos had experienced at Bowang Slope.

Officers and troops dashing through the smoke and fire in utter confusion sought some way of escape, and hearing that the east gate was free, they made for that quarter. Out they rushed pell-mell, many being trodden down and trampled to death. Those who got through took the road to the east.

But presently there was a shouting behind them, and Gilbert-Rocher's company came up and attacked. Then Murphy-Shackley's troops scattered, each fleeing for his life. No stand was made. A little later Forester-Zeleny and Deegan-Lewis came to take another toll. The fleeing Jenkins-Shackley then had very few followers, and those left him were scorched and burned.

They directed their way to the White River, joyfully remembering that the river was shallow and fordable. And they went down into the stream and drank their fill, humans shouting and horses neighing.

Meantime Yale-Perez, higher up its course, had dammed the river with sandbags so that its waters were collected in a lake. Toward evening he had seen the red glow of the burning city and began to look out for his signal. About the fourth watch, he heard down stream the sounds of soldiers and horse and at once ordered the breaking of the dam. The water rushed down in a torrent and overwhelmed the men just then in the bed of the river. Many were swept away and drowned. Those who escaped made their way to where the stream ran gently and got away.

Presently Jenkins-Shackley and his troops reached the Boling Ferry in Boling-Sugarcreek. Here, where they thought there would be safety, they found the road barred.

"You Murphy-Shackley brigands!" shouted Floyd-Chardin. "Come and receive your fate!"

What happened will appear in later chapters.

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