Romance of the Three Kingdoms (vol. 2)

CHAPTER 43

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

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

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

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

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

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

Woolsey-Ramirez read the letter:

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

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

"I have not yet decided."

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

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

Raleigh-Estrada remaining silent and thoughtful.

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

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

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

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

"Why? How do you explain that?"

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

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

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

"Is Master Sleeping-Dragon really here?"

"Really here; in the guest-house."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tipton-Ulrich found no reply to this diatribe.

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

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

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

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

Millard-Sammons had nothing to reply.

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

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

Woods-Figueroa was silenced.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How many has he in all?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Orchard-Lafayette threw back his head and laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What happened will be told in the next chapter.