Fox Volant of the Snowy Mountain by Jin Yong

by Jin Yong

  "Pastoral told Yama afterwards, 'I know everything. You may now go home. I shall pass the information to Phoenix the Knight-errant. There is no need to mention it again when you meet him. If Gully has occasion to ask you about the matter, let him know that you have already delivered the message to Phoenix the Knight-errant, face to face. Just tell Gully to prepare three coffins, two large ones and one small one, so as to spare us great Masters from emptying our pockets later on.' Having commanded Yama thus, Pastoral gave him a reward of thirty taels of silver. Yama was only too willing to oblige Pastoral for the sake of silver.

  "The reason why Phoenix the Knight-errant still sought Gully to challenge him to a duel was because Pastoral had held back from him the information regarding these three matters of consequence. Why then did he hold back the information? You all must be thinking: Pastoral bore a grudge against Gully and wanted to see him dispatched by the hands of Phoenix the Knight-errant. If you have been thinking that, you are only half right. Pastoral had indeed been meaning to see Gully dead. However, he intended also to inveigle Gully into killing Phoenix the Knight-errant so as to serve his own ends.

  "On one occasion, Phoenix the Knight-errant snapped Pastoral's catapult and shouted abuse at him in public, sparing no efforts to disgrace him. I had known all along the kind of disposition Pastoral had. He was aggressive, wanting always to be the winner, and was only too ready to harbour hatred for anybody. Deep in his heart, he detested Phoenix the Knight-errant, more even than he hated Gully. On the day in question, Pastoral handed me a tin of ointment, asking me to anoint the weapons which Gully and Phoenix the Knight-errant would wield in the combat. To be honest, I was most reluctant to dabble in devilry like that. Neither did I have the mettle to do it. Finding myself in no position to disobey Pastoral's command, I then passed the order to Yama the osteopath, insisting that he at once do my bidding.

  "Each of you should now try to think hard: Gully was such an adept fighter, what unusual poison could it be that could dispatch him so quickly? That man Yama was then only a rural physician: would you expect him to have poison to which accomplished fighters of the Martial Brotherhood could not find an antitoxin? What poison cost Gully his life? It was the esoteric poison, uniquely concocted by the Dragon Lodge, for smearing the Lethal Darts, which mortally terrifies the fighters of the Martial Brotherhood. The ointment derived its name solely from this specific poisoning ingredient. Later, I heard also that Pastoral had even mixed the decoction with another drug, the Ultimate Virulent Mix, capable of blocking the air passage the minute the victim is poisoned. This poison is deadly."

  Earlier on, the remaining Company were only half convinced by Century's narration. By now, they seemed to have accepted the story rendered by him as absolute truth. Thereupon, they eyed Valour, Curio and other acolytes of the Dragon Lodge more closely. Valour and his cohort of followers were seething with anger, but they had to contain themselves.

  Century carried on with his narration: "Then came the day on which the term of management by the Northern Branch of the Dragon Lodge expired. Pastoral picked the same date to conduct the Sword-sealing Ceremony to mark his formal retirement from Grand Mastership of the Dragon Lodge. He threw a large party, inviting to the banquet several hundred famed hero fighters from among the outlawry. As Pastoral and I had been Brothers-at-arms for a long time, as well as the fact that our families were also to be united through the marriage of our children, I, therefore, arrived at his home a few days before the event, to assist him. It has been a well-established practice of the Dragon Lodge that, on the expiry of the term of management of the Northern Branch, the Grand Master would hand over to the Southern Branch the Treatise of the Swordplay of the Dragon Lodge, the Register of Lodge Pedigree, as well as the poniard which is an heirloom of the Lodge. Valour, did I not provide the correct information?" Valour nodded his head approvingly.

  Century then went on, "Fortune over here, known as the Might of the Southern Sky, a wealthy merchant, is the Grand Master of the Southern Branch of the Dragon Lodge. He, too, also arrived at Pastoral's residence a few days before the retirement feast. Did Pastoral hand over to you the Treatise of the Swordplay of the Dragon Lodge, the Register of Lodge Pedigree and the poniard, Brother Fortune? Please tell us exactly what happened on that day."

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  Thereupon, Fortune stood up and addressed the assembly: "I must admit that I would still be loathe to allow this matter to be publicly known had it not already been broached by Chieftain Century. As a greater part of the story is still wrapped in a shroud of mystery, I am sure that we will never be able to straighten out these matters at all if I do not help to shed light on this."

  "On the day in question," continued Fortune, "Brother Pastoral retired to the inner chamber as soon as the banquet was over. To follow the well-established rule of the Dragon Lodge, Pastoral should have summoned the acolytes of both the Northern and Southern Branches, to pay homage by kowtowing to the memorial tablets of the Dashing King, of the Founder Grand Master, and of successive Grand Masters of the Dragon Lodge, and then hand the poniard over to my humble self. We waited and waited, but Pastoral never emerged from his room.

  "I stayed up until mid-night, growing impatient with anxiety. By that time, the invited guests had all gone their separate ways. Pastoral's daughter, Sign, suddenly came out from the inner room, telling me that her father had been taken ill and that the ritual for handing over the Treatise would be postponed until the following day.

  "I was gripped with curiosity. Brother Pastoral had looked his normal self a while before, toasting his thanks, looking not a bit worn out. The idea of his having taken ill on a sudden was inconceivable. And as for the handing over of the Treatise and the poniard, it should have taken no more time than would be spent paying homage to the successive Grand Masters, and then everything would be in order. Why was there the need to postpone the handing-over ceremony to the following day? Could it be that Brother Pastoral had refused to part with the poniard, and was making excuses to put things off?"

  Valour suddenly broke in, "Brother Fortune, it is very wrong of you to guess at what another person is thinking. Brother Pastoral would have handed over to you the requisite tokens if only you had been there solely to claim possession of the Treatise and the poniard. But you had also brought along numerous adept fighters from different Schools and Sects. You must have been harbouring evil intentions towards the Northern Branch."

  To Valour's accusation, Fortune answered sneeringly, "What evil plots would I be capable of hatching?"

  Valour replied, "You had been intending to coerce the Northern and Southern Branches into a unification as soon as you came into possession of the Treatise, the Register and the poniard, so that you could become the sole Grand Master. You certainly could have taken the matter entirely into your own hands by outnumbering your opponents. Brother Pastoral, who had already sealed his sword, would have been rendered powerless in attempting to counter any aggressive move of yours."

  Fortune turned slightly red in the face, but he came immediately to his own defence, "When the Dragon Lodge was split into the Northern and Southern Branches the first time, it was only intended as a temporary measure, solely for expediency. Did not Brother Pastoral also nourish the ambition of engulfing the Southern Branch only a short while after being granted the Grand Mastership of the Northern Branch? And if I had contemplated the union of the Branches to add strength to our Lodge, it is merely an act meriting credit; and should not this be considered in every sense more worthy of mention than your honoured Brother Valour's sparing no efforts to pressure Curio out of the coterie so as to become himself the Grand Master?"

  In exposing each other's secrets, the acolytes of the Dragon Lodge had also revealed the evil intention each was harbouring. Everyone, except the proteges of the Dragon Lodge, listened to the account laughing and smiling, gloating over the misfortunes of the others.

  Orchid, growing impatient listening to the story of the power struggle among diffe
rent Lodges, Branches, and Sects of the Martial Brotherhood, tried to guide the assembly in another direction, "What happened afterwards?"

  Fortune continued, "I retired to my room and agreed matters with the Brothers from my own Southern Branch. We were of the same opinion that Brother Pastoral's move was prompted by an ulterior motive. We would neither allow ourselves to be trampled upon nor cheated. Thereupon, I was sent to make a thorough investigation of the matter.

  "First, I made my way to Pastoral's bedroom to inquire after his health. Sign, with eyes red from crying, barred me at the entrance. She stated, her voice choking with sobs, 'My father is already asleep. Would Uncle Fortune please also retire to his room? Thank you for showing concern for father.' There was something strange about her which set me thinking. Even given that Brother Pastoral was bedridden, there was still no cause for her crying so passionately. He was, after all, not affected with any grave disease. There had to be something underhand going on. I waited for about an hour in my room, changed my clothes, and then made my way back to Pastoral's door to inquire after his sickness...."

  Valour raised his hand and thumped on the table, shouting out, "Inquiring after his sickness! Should that be done from the outside of the room?"

  Fortune answered with a sneer, "What if I really did eavesdrop? I stepped close to the casement and heard Brother Pastoral blurt out, 'There is no cause for your pressing me now. At the Sword-sealing Ceremony this evening and in the presence of accomplished fighters of the Martial Brotherhood, I have already bestowed on Curio the Grand Mastership of the Northern Branch of the Dragon Lodge. How can I possibly reverse this step now it has been taken? It is too late now to try to force me into bestowing the Grand Mastership on you.' Presently, Brother Valour could be heard saying, 'Would I dare to attack my Brother-at-arms? See what Curio and Sign have brought on themselves. Imagine! A child has already come from them. After his making a blunder as immoral and lecherous as this, do you still expect him to be able to command the respect of every one of us?'"

  These words struck home. Suddenly came a loud thud. Sign had tumbled from the chair to the floor, and was lying there unconscious. Peace immediately whipped out his broadsword, and dealt a hefty blow right at Curio's head. Curio, caught weaponless, at once parried the stroke with an uplifted bench. On learning that his prospective daughter-in-law had been involved in such terrible misconduct, Century turned livid with rage, hollering like a madman. He also picked up a bench, smashing it down on Curio's crown.

  Earlier on, the cohort of fighters of the Dragon Lodge had maintained a unified front against their enemies. Now, having their own reputations destroyed by each other, they all stood by and offered Curio no assistance. To the ears suddenly came a loud crashing sound. Century, hurling the bench, had already struck Curio on the back. A confused melee immediately ensued.

  Orchid cried out at once, "Please halt! Everybody, please sit down!"

  Her words carried such awe-inspiring force that the Company could not bring themselves to disobey her command. Peace shuddered, retracting his blade in an instant. Century, however, continued howling and wailing, smashing the bench feverishly. Peace intercepted his father, grasping his flying bench and calming him down, saying, "Father, let us halt so that the others can judge for themselves the rights and the wrongs." Seeing the good sense spoken by his son, Century decided to cease fighting.

  Immediately, Orchid said to her maid, "Lute, help Miss Tian into the inner chamber to enjoy some rest." Sign had now regained consciousness, but her face still looked ashen. She hung her head and walked quietly by herself to the inner chamber. The rest of the Company fixed their gaze on Fortune, hoping he would continue his story.

  Fortune again treated them to his story: "Soon I heard Brother Pastoral heave a deep sigh, admonishing himself, 'Evil doing! Evil doing! Retribution! Retribution!' He continued, repeating the words 'evil doing' and 'retribution'. After pausing a considerable while, he said, 'We shall talk more about this tomorrow. Now go away. Get Peace for me. I want to have a word with him in private.'"

  After casting a look at both the Tao father and son, Fortune continued, "Brother Valour still wanted to remonstrate, but Brother Pastoral cut him short, thumping on his bed and roaring out, 'Are you trying to drive me to my death?' Only then did Brother Valour become quiet. He pushed the door open and stamped angrily out of the room. What I had overheard was merely rotten business of the Northern Branch, and nothing to do with our Southern Branch. As I wanted to save us embarrassment should Brother Valour collide with me at the entrance, I hurried back to my own room."

  Valour sneered and said, "On leaving the room after talking with Brother Pastoral, I saw a shadow moving in the dark and I called out, 'Who is that cur pricking its ears here?' There came no answer, so I took it to be a real bitch. It turns out, after all, to have been Brother Fortune. I apoligize for the offence I made." Thereupon, Valour bowed slightly to Fortune, folding his hands in front. He seemed to have offered an apology, and yet it was an admonition in disguise. Fortune coloured slightly but his refined disposition stood him in good stead. He returned his respects, addressing Valour smilingly, "No wrong doing by the innocent. Indeed it is very kind of you to mention it."

  * * *

  Presently, Peace broke in, "Now it is my turn to tell you all I know. As we have all already lost face in this brawl, I ... I see no point in holding back anything further. I ... I ..." At this, his throat constricted with emotion. He was in a helpless confusion and words failed him. In no time, tears were streaming down his cheeks.

  The Company could not bear to see the sight of a young adept fighter, of dignified manner and imposing bearing, reduced to tears in public. Thereupon, they looked hard at Curio, with wrath and admiration mingled in their eyes. Century growled at this point, "Why should you be so easily discouraged? There is no guarantee that the wife of a man of real worth will be always virtuous, or his sons filial. Thank heaven you are not yet married to this woman, otherwise the disgrace would desecrate the threshold of our Tao Family."

  Peace used his sleeves to wipe away the tears. After composing himself, he continued, "On every previous visit to the Tian Family ... Uncle Pastoral's place ..."

  Curio noted how Peace had hesitated for a while before switching to addressing Pastoral as "Uncle" instead of "Father". Curio felt joyous at heart, thinking to himself, "This young fellow has become upset. He is not going to take Sister Sign as his wife, which is exactly what I hope for."

  Presently, Peace continued his story: "Sister Sign invariably blushed and shunned me whenever the others were present, refusing to exchange any words with me. But once we managed to find a corner to ourselves, and we would, after that, hold intimate talks inside that niche. I brought her small gifts on every previous visit and she always gave me a present or two in return, such as an embroidered purse, or made me a vest."

  Peace's words left Curio feeling more peeved and sour than usual. He remarked to himself, "So that is what went on behind my back. She has been guarding it extremely well from me."

  Peace continued with his account: "On the occasion in question, I went with my father to attend Uncle Pastoral's Sword-sealing Ceremony. As soon as I saw Sign, she struck me as looking haggard, as if she had just recovered from a serious sickness. A spirit of compassion and concern surged in my breast. I soothed her with comforting words in private, inquiring whether she had recently been taken ill. At first she answered haltingly, trying to hide the truth. When I probed further into the matter, she flared up in a temper, reprimanding me directly. And she has spurned me ever since.

  "I was thrown into a helpless state by her shouting and screaming. A deep feeling of confusion and depression descended on me and I began brooding silently. The banquet being over, I met her by chance at the pavilion in the rear garden. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Thereupon, I seized the first opportunity to offer her my apologies, pleading with her, 'Sister, I am entirely to blame. Please do not be angry with me.' She was put
in a terrible rage, and vented her spleen on me, 'If only it could be you! But because of those evil deeds wrought by me, I might as well be dead.' I was thrown into confusion and could not understand her words at all. When I tried to pursue the matter further, she turned her head and strode off angrily.

  "Presently, I retired to my own room and slept for a little while. The more I turned over the matter in my mind, the more uneasy I grew. I began to wonder how I could have offended her. Then I got out of bed quietly and stole along to her room. I made three light taps on the casement, the signal we used for a rendezvous. Despite my repeated gentle tapping on the window, no sign of response came from inside the room.

  "After a considerable time, I once again made another three light taps on the casement; still not a sound was heard. Gripped by curiosity, I gave the parchment grid a push. The window opened readily as it was not bolted. It was pitch dark inside and there was no sign of any soul whatsoever. I was desperate to talk to her, so I immediately jumped through the window into ..."

  Curio, his heart already long riddled with jealousy, was on the verge of erupting. Failing to contain himself, he shouted out, "What were you up to, stealing into the room of a maiden in the middle of the night?"

  Just as Peace was about to come forward with a defense, Lute, Orchid's personal maid, cut him short, "These two have been betrothed to each other. What right do you have to meddle in their affairs?"

  Peace acknowledged Lute with a slight nod, thanking her for coming to his rescue. Then he continued, "I tiptoed to the edge of her bed and could faintly make out a pair of shoes sitting by its side. Thereupon, I plucked up enough courage and raised the gauze curtain of the bed, and then stretched out my hand groping under the cover...."