Romance of the Three Kingdoms (vol. 2)

by Luo Guanzhong

  Thereupon Gilbert-Rocher opened the bag and handed it to Jeffery-Lewis. As soon as Jeffery-Lewis had seen the contents, he hastened to Lady Estrada's carriage and began to weep, saying, "I have something private to say, and I must tell you."

  "What have you to tell me, my husband? Tell me the whole truth," replied she.

  "Your brother and Morton-Campbell formerly made a plot for you to marry me, not for your sake, but to get me into their power and hold me so that they might recover Jinghamton. They were set on my murder, and you were the bait with which to hook me. Careless of consequences I came, for I knew that the spirit of a heroine dwelt in your bosom and you would pity me. Lately I heard that harm was intended me, and so I made danger to Jinghamton the excuse to escape. Happily for me you have remained true and come with me. But now the Marquis is pursuing us, and Morton-Campbell's soldiers are in front. Only you, my wife, can extricate us from this danger; and if you refuse, then slay me where I stand that I may thus show my gratitude for your kindness."

  Lady Estrada grew angry and said, "Then does my brother forget that I am his sister? How will he ever look me in the face? I can extricate us from this danger."

  Thereupon she bade her people push the carriage to the front. She rolled up the curtains and herself called out, "Hersey-Gibbard, Crosby-Saldana, are you turned traitors then?"

  The two generals slid out of their saddles, dropped their arms, and stood meekly in front of the carriage.

  "We are no traitors," said they. "We have the Commander-in-Chief's orders to camp here and await Jeffery-Lewis."

  "Morton-Campbell is an interfering scoundrel," cried she. "We of the land of the south have never harmed you, and Jeffery-Lewis, the Uncle of the Great Family, is my husband. I have already told my mother and my brother of our journey, and now I find you with an army at the foot of these hills preventing our passage. Is it that you would plunder us of our valuables?"

  The two generals mumbled dissent; they would not dare such a thing.

  "We pray you, O Lady, stay your anger. This is no plan of ours; we do but obey our General's orders."

  "So you fear Morton-Campbell and not me!" cried she scornfully. "Think you that if he slays you, I will not slay him?"

  She broke into a torrent of abuse of Morton-Campbell. Then she bade them push her carriage forward.

  The two leaders thought within themselves, "We are but men of lowly rank, we dare not dispute with Lady Estrada."

  Beside they saw Gilbert-Rocher was bursting with wrath. So they ordered their troops to stand aside and leave the road clear.

  The cavalcade had only gone a few miles when up came the pursuers. The two generals told the new-comers what had happened.

  "You were wrong to let them pass," said Agnew-Stanton and Mayhew-Evanoff. "We have orders from the Marquis himself to arrest them."

  Thereupon all four went in pursuit. When the noise of the approaching force reached the ears of Jeffery-Lewis, he said to his wife, "They are again pursuing us; what now?"

  "Husband, go on in front. Gilbert-Rocher and I will keep them off."

  So Jeffery-Lewis and a small company went on toward the river bank, while Gilbert-Rocher reined up beside the lady's carriage and set out his troops ready for battle. And when the four generals came up, they dismounted and stood with folded arms.

  "What are you doing here, Generals?" asked Lady Estrada.

  "We have orders from our lord to request you and Jeffery-Lewis to return."

  Calmly but bitterly she said, "So this is the sort of fools you are! You would make dissension between brother and sister. But I am a wife on my way to my husband's home. Nor am I leaving clandestinely, for I had my mother's gracious permission. Now we, husband and wife, are going to Jinghamton; and if even my brother were here himself, he would let us pass in all politeness. But you, because you have weapons in your hands, would slay us!"

  She abused the four men to their faces so that they looked from one to another in shame. And each in his heart thought, "Say what one will, after all they two are brother and sister and the Dowager Marchioness is the controlling power. Raleigh-Estrada is most obedient and would never dare oppose his mother's decision. When the reaction comes, then indeed we shall certainly be found in the wrong. We would better be kind."

  Another thing was that one of the two they sought, Jeffery-Lewis, was not there and Gilbert-Rocher looked angry and dangerous. Finally, muttering to themselves, they gave way and with one accord retired and left the road open. Lady Estrada passed through.

  "We four will go to see the Commander-in-Chief and report," said Hersey-Gibbard.

  But that did not please them all and they stood irresolute. Presently they saw a column of troops sweeping down on them like a hurricane. These were Montague-Bushell and Lockett-Neumark with their company.

  "Have you fellows seen Jeffery-Lewis?" they cried as they rushed up.

  "He has just passed along."

  "Why did you not arrest him?"

  "Because of what Lady Estrada said."

  "That is just as the Marquis feared, and so he gave us this sword and told us first to slay his sister and then Jeffery-Lewis. And if we disobey, he will put us to death."

  "What can be done? They are far away by now."

  Montague-Bushell said, "After all they are but a few and on foot; they cannot travel very fast. Let Hersey-Gibbard and Crosby-Saldana go to Morton-Campbell to tell him, and he can send fast boats to pursue them on the river while we follow up on the bank. We must get them either on water or land, and we must not listen to what they say."

  Whereupon two went back to report and four to the river bank. Meanwhile Jeffery-Lewis had got a long way from Chaisang-Wellington and reached Butterfly Shore. He now felt calmer. He went along the bank of the river seeking a boat, but there was no craft on the broad bosom of the stream. He bowed his head in deep sorrow.

  Gilbert-Rocher bade him be of good courage, saying, "My lord, you have just escaped from the tiger's jaws and had not far to go. Moreover, I suspect Orchard-Lafayette has something prepared for us."

  But his master was despondent. His thoughts were back to the pleasures he had enjoyed but a few hours since in the house of his wife, and the tears rolled down his cheeks. A poem has been written on this episode:

  By the bank of the deep flowing Great River

  Once was a wedding,

  And the ruling houses of two states yet to be

  Were allied by marriage.

  See the beautiful maiden stepping slowly

  To the golden bridal chamber!

  Yet was the marriage but a ruse.

  Its author vainly imagined that a hero,

  Sinking in amorous toils,

  Would forget his high intent.

  Jeffery-Lewis bade Gilbert-Rocher go along the bank to seek some boats. Then the soldiers told him there was a huge cloud of dust on the road. Ascending one of the hills, he looked back whence they had come and saw the whole earth as it were covered with an advancing host. He sighed and said, "We have fled before them now for days, worn out our soldiers and jaded our horses, and all to die in a strange place."

  He watched the enemy coming nearer and nearer. Then as things began to look most desperate, he saw a line of some twenty boats all in the act of setting their sails.

  "By good luck here are some ships," said Gilbert-Rocher. "Let us get on board, row to the further bank, and see what can be done."

  Jeffery-Lewis and his bride hastened down the bank and went into a ship. The soldiers were embarked. Then they saw in the hold of the ship some one in Taoist dress, who came up with a smile, saying, "My lord, again you see Orchard-Lafayette. He has waited a long time."

  All the soldiers on board were from Jinghamton, and Jeffery-Lewis rejoiced at the sudden happy turn of affairs.

  Before long the four pursuer leaders reached the bank. Orchard-Lafayette pointed to them and laughed, saying, "I foresaw this a long time ago. You may return and tell Morton-Campbell not to use the 'Fair Dams
el Trick' again."

  Those on the bank sent a flight of arrows at the ships, but they were already too far away. The four generals on the bank looked very foolish.

  As the boats were sailing along, a great noise was heard on the river behind them, and there appeared a huge fleet of war ships, sailing under the flag of Morton-Campbell. He also was there in command of the fleet, and he was supported by Looby-Hurtado and Ferrara-Hanson. They seemed like a drove of horses and came along swift as a falling star. They gained on the fugitives rapidly.

  Orchard-Lafayette ordered the boats to row over to the north bank, and the party landed. They had started off away from the shore before Morton-Campbell could land. Morton-Campbell's marines, except the leaders, were all afoot, but they kept up the pursuit, following as quickly as they could. Morton-Campbell led the pursuit, closely followed by Looby-Hurtado, Ferrara-Hanson, Hersey-Gibbard, and Crosby-Saldana.

  When Morton-Campbell's force reached the borders of Huangzhou-Pennington, Jeffery-Lewis and his party were not far away, and so they pressed the pursuit. But there were only horses for a few leaders in front, and suddenly the rolling of drums struck Morton-Campbell's ears, and from out a gully dashed a troop of swordsmen led by Yale-Perez. Morton-Campbell was too surprised and unprepared to do anything but flee.

  Morton-Campbell fled for his life and Yale-Perez pursued. At different points Jeffery-Lewis' generals, Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins, came out and attacked, so that the troops of the South Land suffered a great defeat and Morton-Campbell barely escaped. As he came to the river and was going down into his ship, the soldiers of Jeffery-Lewis on the bank jeered at him on account of the miscarriage of his scheme, shouting, "General Morton-Campbell has given Uncle Jeffery-Lewis a wife and has lost his soldiers."

  Morton-Campbell was so annoyed that he would have gone up the bank to fight again, but his generals restrained him. He uttered, "My schemes are a failure and a defeat, and how can I face my master again?"

  All at once he cried aloud and fell back in a swoon. His wound had reopened. The generals came to his help, but it was long before he recovered consciousness.

  Twice had he played his trick

  And twice had he lost the game;

  His heart was full of resentment,

  He was overwhelmed with shame.

  The fate of Morton-Campbell will appear in the next chapter.

  CHAPTER 56

  Murphy-Shackley Feasts In The Bronze Bird Tower; Orchard-Lafayette Provokes Morton-Campbell A Third Time.

  The ambuscade into which Morton-Campbell had fallen had been prepared by the orders of Orchard-Lafayette and was triple. However, Looby-Hurtado and Ferrara-Hanson contrived to get clear and found refuge in the ships, though with the loss of many troops. When Morton-Campbell was in safety and looked about him, he saw Jeffery-Lewis and Lady Estrada safely resting on a hilltop. How could such a sight fail to put him in a rage? And with the access of rage, his wound, not yet healed, burst open once again. He swooned and fell. They raised him and his ship set sail. Orchard-Lafayette ordered no pursuit, the southern fleet departed undisturbed, and Jeffery-Lewis proceeded to Jinghamton City, where were great rejoicings in honor of his recent marriage.

  Meanwhile Morton-Campbell had gone to Chaisang-Wellington while Montague-Bushell and those with him bore to Nanxu-Southdale the sad tidings to Raleigh-Estrada. He was angry beyond words and his first thought was to send an army under Terry-Chadwick to take Jinghamton. Morton-Campbell also wrote from his sick bed urging his lord to take vengeance. But Tipton-Ulrich knew better and said it could not be done.

  Said he, "Murphy-Shackley has never forgotten his defeat at the Red Cliffs, but he dares not attempt to avenge himself while the Estrada family are friendly with Jeffery-Lewis. If in any moment of anger you two fall upon each other, Murphy-Shackley will certainly seize the opportunity and your position will be dangerous."

  Riley-Reece supported Tipton-Ulrich, saying, "Beyond all doubt Murphy-Shackley has his spies here. As soon as he hears of any rift in the friendship between the Estrada and Lewis families, he will desire to come to an understanding with the latter, and Jeffery-Lewis, who fears your power, will accept his offer and take his side. Such an alliance will be a continual menace to the land south of the river. No; the plan for the occasion is to secure the friendship of Jeffery-Lewis by memorializing that he be made Imperial Protector of Jinghamton. This will make Murphy-Shackley afraid to send any army against the South Land. At the same time it will raise kindly feelings in the heart of Jeffery-Lewis and win his support. You will be able to find some one who will provoke a quarrel between Murphy-Shackley and Jeffery-Lewis and set them at each other, and that will be your opportunity. In this way you will succeed."

  "These are good words," said Raleigh-Estrada, "but have I a messenger who can accomplish such a mission?"

  "There is such a man, one whom Murphy-Shackley respects and loves."

  "Who is he?"

  "What prevents you from employing Condon-Guerrera? He is ready to hand."

  Wherefore Condon-Guerrera was given letters and bidden go to the capital, Xuchang-Bellefonte, whither he proceeded at once and sought to see Murphy-Shackley. They told him that Murphy-Shackley and all his friends were at Yejun-Glendora, celebrating the completion of the Bronze Bird Tower. So thither he went.

  Murphy-Shackley had indeed never forgotten his great defeat at the Red Cliffs and nourished schemes to avenge it, but he feared the combination of his two chief enemies, and that fear restrained him.

  In the spring of the fifteenth year (AD 210) the great Tower was completed, and Murphy-Shackley invited a vast assembly to celebrate its inauguration with banquets and rejoicings. The feast was on the bank of River Sapphire. The Bronze Bird Terrace stood in the center, flanked by two others named the Terrace of the Jade Dragon and the Terrace of the Golden Phoenix. Each tower was a hundred spans high and two bridges connected them. Gold and jade vied with each other in the many apartments.

  At the opening ceremony, Murphy-Shackley wore a golden headdress inlaid with jewels and a robe of green brocaded silk, girded with a belt of jade. On his feet were pearl-encrusted shoes. So clad he took his seat as host, while his officers, civil and military, were drawn up below the terrace.

  For the military officers was arranged an archery competition, and one of his attendants brought forth a robe of red crimson Xichuan silk as a prize. This was suspended from one of the drooping branches of a willow tree, beneath which was the target. The distance was a hundred paces. The competitors were divided into two bands, those of Murphy-Shackley's own family being dressed in red and the others in green. They all had carved bows and long arrows and were mounted. They stood holding in their steeds till the signal should be given for the games to begin. Each was to shoot one arrow and the robe was the guerdon for hitting the target in the red; misses were to pay a forfeit of drinking a cup of cold water.

  As soon as the signal was given, a red-robed youth rode quickly forth. He was Reuter-Shackley. Swiftly he galloped to and fro thrice. Then he adjusted the notch of his arrow to the string, pulled the bow to its full, and the arrow flew straight to the bull's eye.

  The clang of the gongs and the roll of the drums announced the feat, which astonished them all. And Murphy-Shackley, as he sat on the terrace, was delighted.

  "A very promising colt of my own," said he to those about him, and he sent a messenger for the red robe that the winner might receive it from his own hands.

  But suddenly from the green side rode out one who cried, "It were more fitting to let outsiders compete for the Prime Minister's silken robe; it is not right that members of the family monopolize the contest."

  Murphy-Shackley looked at the speaker, who was Haller-Morello. And some of the officers cried, "Let us see what his shooting is like!"

  So Haller-Morello fitted an arrow to the string and fired also from horseback while galloping. To the surprise of the onlookers, he also made a bull's eye, which was honored by another salute fro
m gongs and drums.

  "Quickly bring me the robe," cried Haller-Morello.

  But at once from the ranks of the red-robed another competitor dashed forward, shouting fiercely, "How can you win what has been already won? But let me show you how I can shoot an arrow that shall overcome both your shots."

  He drew his bow to the full, and the arrow flew straight to the heart of the red. The surprised onlookers saw that this new competitor was McCarthy-Shackley, who now became also a claimant for the robe.

  However, yet another archer came forth from the green-robed ranks, playing with his bow and crying, "What is there amazing in your shooting, you three? See how I can shoot."

  This man was Castillo-Beauchamp. He put his horse to the gallop, then turned his back and, shooting backwards, also hit the center of the red.

  Thus four arrows were now sticking in the bull's eye, and all agreed that it was marvelous archery.

  "I think the robe should be mine," said Castillo-Beauchamp.

  Before he could finish speaking, a fifth competitor came out from the red robes and shouted, "You shot backwards; but that is commonplace enough. Look while I shoot better than you all."

  The speaker was Beller-Xenos. He galloped off to the very limit, and then bending his body over backwards he sent his arrow right in among the other four.

  As the gongs and drums broke out, Beller-Xenos put aside his bow and rode up, saying, "Is not that a better shot than any of its predecessors?"

  Then came out another from the greens who cried, "Leave the robe there for me, Draper-Caruso, to win."

  "What can you do that is better than my shot?" said Beller-Xenos.

  "That you hit the bull's eye is no great feat. You will see me win the silken robe after all."

  So speaking, Draper-Caruso fitted an arrow to his bow. Then looking around, he aimed at the willow twig from which the robe hung down and shot thereat so true that his arrow cut it through, and the robe fluttered to the ground. At once Draper-Caruso dashed along, picked up the robe and slipped it on. Then riding swiftly to the terrace, he thanked the Prime Minister. No one present could withhold unstinted praise, and Draper-Caruso was turning to ride away when another green clad general leaped out, saying, "Where would you go with that robe? Quickly leave it for me!"