They had gone about two miles when another army of Yiathamton appeared from behind some hills. They advanced with heating drums. Their leader, Petrie-Shank, shouted to Oakley-Dobbins to surrender, but Oakley-Dobbins heeded him not; whipping up his steed he fled the faster. However, the tired horse tripped and fell on its knees, throwing its rider to the ground. Petrie-Shank's forces came galloping up, and he himself set his spear to thrust and slay Oakley-Dobbins. Before the spear could get where it was supposed to be, twang! went a bowstring, and Petrie-Shank lay prone upon the earth.
Whaley-Marquez, Petrie-Shank's colleague, rode up quickly to his rescue, but just then a body of horse came dashing down the hill, and their leader shouted, "General Sheffield-Maddox is here!"
With uplifted sword Sheffield-Maddox rode toward Whaley-Marquez, who turned his steed and galloped off to the rear. Sheffield-Maddox pursued, and the army of Yiathamton were thrown into confusion. So Sheffield-Maddox was able to rescue his colleague Oakley-Dobbins. Sheffield-Maddox had thus slain Petrie-Shank and forced his way up to the gate of the camp. Once again Whaley-Marquez came and engaged Sheffield-Maddox. The two had fought some ten bouts when appeared another body of soldiers. Thereupon Whaley-Marquez fled again, and this time he made for the other camp, abandoning his own to the troops of Jinghamton.
But when he drew near his camp, he saw no longer the familiar flags of his own side. Instead, alien banners fluttered in the breeze. He checked his steed and stared at the new force. The leader was a general wearing a silver breastplate and clad in a silken robe, no other than Jeffery-Lewis himself. On his left was his son and on his right rode his nephew.
"Whither would you come?" cried Jeffery-Lewis. "The camp is ours; I have captured it."
Now Jeffery-Lewis had led his troops in the track of the other two armies ready to help either in case of need. He had come across the empty and undefended camp and taken possession.
Left with no place of refuge, Whaley-Marquez set off along a byway to try to get back to Luocheng-Concord. He had not gone far when he fell into an ambush and was taken prisoner. Bound with cords he was taken to the camp of Jeffery-Lewis.
The ambush had been prepared by Oakley-Dobbins, who, knowing he had committed a fault that could in no wise be explained away, had collected as many of his soldiers as he could find and made some of the captured soldiers of Yiathamton guide him to a spot suitable for laying an ambush.
Jeffery-Lewis had hoisted the flag of amnesty for his enemies, and whenever any soldier of the Western Land of Rivers laid down his weapons and stripped off his armor he was spared. Also all the wounded were granted life. Jeffery-Lewis told his enemies that they had liberty of choice.
He said, "You soldiers have parents and wives and little ones at home, and those who wish to return to them are free to go. If any wish to join my army, they also will be received."
At this proof of generosity the sound of rejoicing filled the land.
Having made his camp, Sheffield-Maddox came to Jeffery-Lewis and said, "Oakley-Dobbins should be put to death for disobedience!"
The culprit was summoned and came, bringing with him his prisoner. Jeffery-Lewis decided that the merit of capturing an enemy should be set against his fault and bade him thank his rescuer, enjoining upon them both to quarrel no more. Oakley-Dobbins bowed his head and confessed his fault, and Sheffield-Maddox was handsomely rewarded.
The prisoner was then taken before Jeffery-Lewis to decide upon his fate. Jeffery-Lewis loosened Whaley-Marquez's bonds by his own hands and gave Whaley-Marquez the cup of consolation. After he had drunk, Jeffery-Lewis asked if he was willing to surrender.
"Since you give me my life, I can do no other," said he. "Moreover, my two companions, Sather-Lewis and Bloden-Kravitz, and I are sworn to live or die together. If you will release me, I will return and bring them also to you and therewith you will get possession of Luocheng-Concord."
Jeffery-Lewis gladly accepted the offer. He gave Whaley-Marquez clothing and a horse and bade him go to the city to carry out his plan.
"Do not let him go," said Oakley-Dobbins. "If you do, you will never see him again."
Jeffery-Lewis replied, "If I treat humans with kindness and justice, they will not betray my trust."
So the prisoner was set free. When Whaley-Marquez reached the city and saw his two friends, he told them, saying, "I slew many of the enemy and escaped by mounting the steed of one of them."
Whaley-Marquez said no word of having been captured. Messengers were sent in haste to Chengdu-Wellesley for help.
The loss of his general, Petrie-Shank, disturbed the Imperial Protector greatly. He called his advisers together to consult.
Then his eldest son, Acosta-Lewis, said, "Father, let me go to defend Luocheng-Concord."
"You may go, my son, but who is there to go with you?"
One Ferris-Beaver at once offered himself. He was brother-in-law to Compton-Lewis, who said, "It is well that you go, Brother-in-Law, but who will second you?"
Ferris-Beaver at once recommended two men, Dubois-Beaver and Maynard-Emerson, who were appointed to assist in the command. Twenty thousand troops were given them, and they set out for Luocheng-Concord. Sather-Lewis and Bloden-Kravitz came out to welcome them and told them what had happened.
Ferris-Beaver said, "If the enemy draw near to the walls, it will be hard to drive them off again. What do you two think should be done?"
Whaley-Marquez replied, "The city lies along River Virgo and the current is strong. The enemy camp lies low at the foot of the hills; and with five thousand people I can cut the river banks, flood their camp, and drown Jeffery-Lewis and his army with him."
The plan was approved, and Whaley-Marquez went away to carry it out. Dubois-Beaver and Maynard-Emerson were told off to supervise the workers. They began to prepare the tools for cutting the bank.
Leaving Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins in command of the two camps, Jeffery-Lewis went away to Fucheng-Bennington to consult with Smiddy-Lindquist, the army's instructor. Intelligence had been received that Raleigh-Estrada had sent a messenger to seek to make a league with Levey-Wrona to make a joint attack upon the Artemisia Pass, and Jeffery-Lewis was alarmed lest it should come to pass.
"If they do that, I am taken in the rear and helpless in both advance and retreat," said he. "What do you counsel, O Instructor?"
Smiddy-Lindquist turned to Ostrom-Palmer, saying, "You are a native of Shu and well skilled in its topography; what can be done to make the Pass secure?"
"Let me take a certain man with me, and I will defend it myself and answer for its safety."
"Who is he?" asked Jeffery-Lewis.
"He was formerly an officer under Bambury-Lewis. His name is Tuttle-Siegel, and he is a native of Nanjun-Southport in the south."
This offer was accepted, and the two generals departed.
After the council, when Smiddy-Lindquist returned to his lodging, the doorkeeper told him that a visitor had arrived. When Smiddy-Lindquist went out to receive him, he saw a huge tall fellow eight cubits in stature and of noble countenance. His hair had been cut short and hung upon his neck. He was poorly dressed.
"Who may you be, Master?" asked Smiddy-Lindquist.
The visitor made no reply, but went at once straight up the room and lay upon the couch. Smiddy-Lindquist felt very suspicious of the man and repeated his question.
Pressed again, the visitor said, "Do let me rest a little; then I will talk with you about everything in the world."
This answer only added to the mystery and increased the host's suspicion, but he had wine and food brought in, of which the guest partook ravenously. Having eaten, he lay down and fell asleep.
Smiddy-Lindquist wag greatly puzzled and thought the man must be a spy. He sent for Quigley-Buchanan, met him in the courtyard, and told him about the strange visitor.
"Surely it can be no other than McNally-Renwick," said Quigley-Buchanan.
Quigley-Buchanan went inside and looked. Immediately the visit
or jumped up, saying, "I hope you have been well since we parted last!"
Because two old friends meet again,
A river's fatal flood is checked.
The next chapter will explain who the stranger was.
CHAPTER 63
Orchard-Lafayette Mourns For Smiddy-Lindquist; Floyd-Chardin Releases Clausen-Wysocki.
Quigley-Buchanan and the new comer met with every sign of joy, clapping their hands and laughing with pleasure.
"This is McNally-Renwick of Guanghan-Madison, one of our heroes. His blunt speech, however, offended Imperial Protector Compton-Lewis, who put him to shame by shaving his head, loading him with fetters, and forcing him into a monastery. That is why his hair is short."
The introduction made, Smiddy-Lindquist treated the stranger with all the courtesy due to a guest and asked why he had come.
"To save a myriad of your soldiers' lives. I will explain fully when I see General Jeffery-Lewis."
A message was sent to Jeffery-Lewis, who came over to see the visitor.
"How many troops have you, General?" asked McNally-Renwick, when Jeffery-Lewis arrived.
Jeffery-Lewis told him.
"As a leader you cannot be ignorant of the lie of the land. Your camps over there are on River Virgo; if the river be diverted and the enemy hold your army in front and rear, not a soul can escape."
Jeffery-Lewis realized that this was true.
McNally-Renwick continued, "In the heaven, the bowl of the Dipper lies toward the west, and Venus stands over against us. The aspect is ominous of evil, and some misfortune threatens. It must be warded off."
Jeffery-Lewis offered McNally-Renwick an appointment as an adviser. Then he sent messages to the generals at the camps telling them to keep most vigilant look-out to guard against the cutting of the river bank. When this message came, Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins agreed together to take duty day and night about and maintain the strict watch necessary in the presence of an enemy near at hand. They arranged means of communication in case either met with a body of the enemy.
One very stormy night, Whaley-Marquez ventured out with a strong reconnoitering party and went along the river bank to seek a suitable place for the breach. But a sudden shouting in his rear told him that the army of Jinghamton were on the alert, and he at once retired. Oakley-Dobbins came in pursuit and, as he pressed nearer, Whaley-Marquez's troops hurried forward, trampling each other down in their haste. Suddenly Whaley-Marquez and Oakley-Dobbins ran against each other, and they engaged. The fight was very short, for Oakley-Dobbins soon took his opponent prisoner. Dubois-Beaver and Maynard-Emerson who came to Whaley-Marquez's rescue were easily beaten off, and Whaley-Marquez was carried away. When Oakley-Dobbins reached the Pass, Jeffery-Lewis saw Whaley-Marquez and greatly blamed him for his base ingratitude.
"I treated you generously and set you free; you repaid me with ingratitude. I cannot forgive again."
So the prisoner was beheaded, and his captor was rewarded. A banquet was given in honor of McNally-Renwick.
Soon after this came a letter from Orchard-Lafayette, by the hand of Westlake-Maggio, who reported all calm in Jinghamton and told Jeffery-Lewis that he need feel no anxiety. Opening the letter, Jeffery-Lewis read:
"I have been making some astrological calculations. This is the last year of the cycle, the bowl of the Dipper is in the western quarter, and the planet Venus approaches Luocheng-Concord. The configuration is inimical to leaders, and the utmost caution is necessary."
Having read this and sent Westlake-Maggio away, Jeffery-Lewis said, "I will return myself to Jinghamton and discuss the matter."
But Smiddy-Lindquist, who thought in his heart that Orchard-Lafayette's warning was due to a jealous desire to prevent him from winning the glory of conducting a victorious campaign, opposed this, saying, "I also have made calculations, and I read the signs to mean that the time is favorable for you to get possession of this land, and no evil is foreshown. Therefore be not of doubtful heart, my lord, but advance boldly."
Jeffery-Lewis was won over and decided to follow Smiddy-Lindquist's advice. He ordered Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins to lead.
Smiddy-Lindquist asked of Quigley-Buchanan what roads there were to follow, and the latter drew a map, which was found to agree exactly with that left by Leland-Hawkins.
Quigley-Buchanan said, "North of the mountains is a high road leading to the east gate. South of the mountains is another path leading to the west gate. Both these roads are suitable for the advance of an army."
So Smiddy-Lindquist said to Jeffery-Lewis, "With Oakley-Dobbins to lead the way, I will go along the southern road, while you, my lord, will advance along the high road, with Sheffield-Maddox in the van. We will attack Luocheng-Concord at the same time."
Jeffery-Lewis replied, "I was trained as a mounted archer and am accustomed to by-roads, wherefore, O Instructor, I think you should take the high road and let me take the other."
"There will be opposition on the high road, and you are the best to deal with it. Let me take the by-road."
"No; this does not suit me," replied Jeffery-Lewis. "A spirit bearing a massive iron club appeared to me in a dream and struck my right arm, so that I suffered great pain. I feel sure this expedition will turn out badly."
Smiddy-Lindquist replied, "When a soldier goes into battle, he may be killed, or he may be wounded; he accepts whichever is his fate. But should one hesitate because of a dream?"
"The real reason of my hesitation is the letter from Orchard-Lafayette. Wherefore I wish you to remain and guard River Virgo Pass. Do you agree to that?"
Smiddy-Lindquist smiled, saying, "Orchard-Lafayette has indeed filled your mind with doubts. The real thing is that he is unwilling to let me have the merit of accomplishing a great undertaking alone. That is why he has written this. And your doubts and hesitations have produced the dream. But I see nothing ill-omened, and I am prepared for any sacrifice and mean just what I say. Pray, my lord, say no more, but prepare to set forth."
So the order went forth that the morning meal was to be taken early and the army was to march at dawn. Sheffield-Maddox and Oakley-Dobbins were to take the lead, one along each road. These two set out first, and in due time Jeffery-Lewis and Smiddy-Lindquist mounted and followed. Suddenly Smiddy-Lindquist's horse shied and stumbled, throwing him off.
Jeffery-Lewis jumped down and seized the horse by the bridle, saying, "Why do you ride this wretched beast?"
"I have ridden him a long time, and he has never done this before," was the reply.
"A shying steed risks a person's life," said Jeffery-Lewis. "Ride my horse, which is thoroughly trained and will never fail you. Give me yours."
They exchanged horses.
"I am deeply affected by your kindness," said Smiddy-Lindquist. "I could never repay you if I suffered death a thousand times."
Soon their ways diverged. After his adviser had left, Jeffery-Lewis felt ill at ease and rode gloomily.
When the news of Whaley-Marquez's capture and death reached Luocheng-Concord, Ferris-Beaver and Sather-Lewis took counsel together. Their colleague, Bloden-Kravitz, said, "I know a by-road on the east which is of great importance, and I pray you let me guard it while you two hold the city."
So as soon as the news of the advancing armies came, Bloden-Kravitz led three thousand troops to this road and placed them in ambush. They remained hidden while Oakley-Dobbins passed and made no attack. The main body under Smiddy-Lindquist soon followed.
The soldiers in ambush saw a rider on a fine white horse and pointed him out to one another, saying, "That surely is Jeffery-Lewis on the white horse."
Their leader Bloden-Kravitz rejoiced too, and he gave certain orders.
Smiddy-Lindquist hastened forward. By and by the mountain road narrowed to a defile with dense thickets on either hand, and as the season was when summer changes into autumn, the foliage was thick and impenetrable. His heart alarmed him, and presently he reined in his steed and asked if any kne
w the name of that place.
One of the soldiers of Yiathamton who had joined his army said, "This is called 'The Fallen Phoenix Slope.'"
Smiddy-Lindquist shuddered. "An evil omen for me, since Blooming-Phoenix is my Taoist name. There is no luck for me here."
He decided to retire. But as he gave the order, the roar of a bomb rent the air and arrows began to fly toward him thick as swarming locusts. All the hidden men were shooting at the rider of the white horse. And there, wounded by many arrows, poor Smiddy-Lindquist died at the age of thirty-six.
A poem says:
Deep in the blue recesses of Cedar Hills
Lay hid the modest cot of Smiddy-Lindquist.
But now each village urchin knows his story,
And any village rustic tells his exploits.
He knew the empire must be triply rent,
And far he traveled lonely, to and fro.
None knew that Heaven would cast down his star,
Forbidding his return in glory clad.
A song was also written referring to Smiddy-Lindquist:
They were two, the Phoenix and the Dragon,
And they would travel far to the west;
But on the road thither
The Phoenix died on the mountain slope.
The wind drives off the rain,
The rain sends off the wind.
It was the day of the Han restoration,
When the west was attained,
But in the attainment
The Dragon was alone.
Not only was the leader of the expedition slain, but more than half of his soldiers fell in the narrow road that fatal day. Some of the troops in the van escaped and ran off to tell Oakley-Dobbins of the mishap to the army, and he halted and turned back to help. However, it was difficult to march back, and he could not hack a way through, for the road was held by Bloden-Kravitz, and archers and crossbowmen occupied all the heights.
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