The Book and The Sword

by Jin Yong

  "That's right!" Chen said. He stood on the horse's back once more looking west. But all he could see was a hazy white sky stretching to the horizon.

  Zhang and the Three Devils could not understand a word of what they said, but they watched suspiciously as Chen stood on the back of his horse twice, and wondered what devilment he was up to.

  Princess Fragrance took out some dry rations and divided them up amongst all of them. As she sat eating, she gazed out beyond the flames at the horizon. Suddenly, she jumped up.

  "Sister! Look!" Huo Qingtong followed the direction of her hand and saw a black spot stationary in the sky.

  "What is it?" she asked.

  "It's an eagle," Princess Fragrance replied. "I saw it fly over from here. But how could it suddenly stop in mid-air?"

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yes, I clearly saw it fly across."

  "If the black spot isn't an eagle, what could it be?" asked Chen. "If it is an eagle, how could it remain motionless in mid-air? It's very strange." The three watched the spot for a while, then saw it move and become larger. A black eagle swept over their heads.

  Princess Fragrance raised her hand to tidy her hair, which had been blown about by the wind. Chen looked at her snow-white skin and the white material of her dress next to it and realised the answer.

  "Look at her hand!" he said excitedly to Huo Qingtong.

  "Yes, her hands are very pretty," she replied absent-mindedly.

  "Of course her hands are beautiful. But don't you see? Because her skin is so white, it's difficult at a glance to tell where the hand begins and the dress ends."

  "So?" asked Huo Qingtong, puzzled.

  "The eagle was sitting on top of a white mountain!"

  "Yes! You're right," Huo Qingtong exclaimed. "The sky over there is white, the same colour as the peak, so from a distance, it can't be seen."

  "Exactly," said Chen.

  Princess Fragrance realised they were talking about the Secret City. "How do we get there?" she asked.

  "That is what we have to carefully work out," Huo Qingtong replied. She pulled out the map again and studied it carefully again for a while. "When the sun starts to sink towards the west, we'll be able to tell if there's a mountain there or not by its shadow."

  "We mustn't give ourselves away," said Chen. "We don't want the others to work out what we're doing."

  "Yes. Let's pretend we're talking about this wolf," she suggested.

  Chen pulled the wolf across and the three sat around it, now pulling out one of its hairs and examine it closely, now opening its mouth to look at its teeth. The sun gradually sank towards the west and the mountain's shadow did indeed appear, stretching out longer and longer across the desert like some giant lying down. Huo Qingtong drew a map on the ground, estimating the distances.

  "From here to the mountain must be about twenty or thirty miles," she said, turning the wolf over.

  Chen picked up one of its legs and played with its sharp claws. "If we had another horse apart from the white horse, the three of us could make that in one go."

  "So we have to think of some way to get them to allow us to go," Huo Qingtong replied.

  "Yes." He picked up his dagger and slit open the wolf's stomach.

  "What's so interesting about that dead wolf?" Zhang shouted, annoyed at not being able to understand what they were saying. "Are you discussing how to bury him, Master Chen?"

  "We are discussing how to get out," Chen said. "Look, the wolf's stomach is completely empty."

  "Do you have a plan?" Zhang asked.

  "When the firewood has all been burned and there is no more to collect, then we are all going to die, is that not so?" Zhang and the Three Devils nodded. "But if one of us were willing to sacrifice himself and ride out of the circle, the wolves would swarm after him like bees from a hive. Once they were drawn off, the others could escape.

  "But what about the one who goes?" asked Zhang.

  "If he comes across either the Manchu or Muslim armies then he will be all right. Otherwise he will die. But it is better than us all dying here together."

  "It's not a bad idea," said Tang. "But who's going to lead the wolves away? It's certain death."

  "What do you suggest, Brother Tang?"

  Tang was silent. "Let's draw lots," Hahetai suggested. "Whoever loses, goes."

  "Yes, let's draw lots," Zhang said eagerly. Chen had wanted to offer himself and then break out with the sisters. But he could not suggest it without arousing their suspicions, so he said: "Just the five of us will draw. Let us exempt the two girls."

  "We're all people," Gu protested. "Why should they be exempted?"

  "How could we live down the shame of being saved by a girl?" said Hahetai. "I would prefer to die here."

  "I think that if we're going to draw lots, we should all draw," said Tang, wanting to lessen the chance of himself being chosen.

  They all looked at Zhang, waiting to hear his opinion. Zhang had already worked out a plan and knew he could not lose. Moreover, one of the girls was wanted by the Emperor and he fancied the other for himself.

  "I will not allow a lady to save my life," he said proudly.

  "All right, then," said Gu. "We'll let them off."

  "I'll collect some sticks to use," said Tang, but Zhang stopped him.

  "No," he said. "It's too easy to cheat with sticks. We'll use copper coins instead." He pulled a dozen or so coins from his pocket and selected five. "Four of these are Emperor Yong Zheng coins and the fifth is from the reign of Emperor Sun Zhi. Please examine them. They are exactly the same size."

  "And whoever picks the Emperor Sun Zhi coin leads the wolves away," Tang added, as he carefully examined the coins.

  "Exactly," said Zhang. "Why not put them in your bag for the draw, Brother Tang?" Tang did as he said.

  "Now, who will go first?" Zhang asked. He looked at Gu and saw his hands were shaking. "Brother Gu is afraid," he said with a smile. "Life and death are governed by fate. I will go first." He stretched his hand onto Tang's bag and pulled an Emperor Yong Zheng coin out.

  "Oh, what a pity!" he exclaimed. "I won't be able to be the hero." He opened his first and showed the coin to the other four. The five coins were the same size, but the Emperor Sun Zhi coin was about eighty years older than the others and therefore slightly smoother and thinner, although not enough to be immediately obvious.

  Chen's turn was next, and to his disappointment he chose an Emperor Yong Zheng coin.

  "Brother Gu, if you please," Zhang said. Gu drew his sword and flourished it threateningly.

  "It's a trick!" he shouted. "You already decided that it would be one of us three."

  "What do you mean, a trick?" Zhang demanded.

  "They're your coins, and you had first choice. How do we know you haven't marked them in some way?"

  Zhang's face went white. "Then what do you suggest, Brother Gu?"

  "One of those Yong Zheng coins in your pocket is lighter in colour than the others. Put that in with four dark ones, and whoever picks the light one goes."

  Zhang hesitated for a second, then smiled. "Just as you say. But I fear it will still be you who goes to feed the wolves." He surreptitiously bent the light-coloured coin slightly before placing it with the others.

  "If neither you nor I lose, I will fight you afterwards," Gu said threateningly.

  "It will be my pleasure," replied Zhang. He put the five coins in the bag. "You three gentlemen choose first, then myself and lastly Master Chen, is that satisfactory?"

  The Three Devils did not object. "Brother Hahetai, you first," said Tang.

  Just as Hahetai put his hand in the bag, Huo Qingtong shouted out in Mongolian: "Don't take the bent one!" He started in fright. The first coin he felt was indeed slightly bent. He chose another one and pulled it out: it was dark coloured.

  Huo Qingtong had seen Zhang bend the coin, and had warned Hahetai because he was the most decent of the Three Devils.

  Next was Gu's turn. Hahetai t
old him in the thick, unintelligable dialect of northeast China not to take the bent coin. Gu and Tang both glanced angrily at Zhang and pulled out dark coloured coins. Chen looked questioningly at Huo Qingtong.

  "Don't take the bent one," Princess Fragrance said.

  Chen knew Zhang would certainly take the unbent coin, thereby giving him both the light-coloured coin and the chance to escape with the girls. But as Zhang put his hand into Hahetai's bag, Chen saw Gu looking covertly at Huo Qingtong, and realised they would never let him take the girls with him. Uncertain of what to do and with no time left to think, he suddenly blurted out: "Take the bent one! Leave the flat one for me!"

  Zhang started in shock and drew his hand back. "What do you mean, bent?" he demanded.

  "One of the two coins in the bag has been bent by you. I want the one that's not bent." He put his hand in the bag and pulled out the dark coin. "You've caused your own funeral," he said to Zhang with a smile.

  Zhang's face went dark and he drew his sword. "We had agreed that I would choose first," he said, and swung the blade at Chen's neck. Chen ducked and thrust his dagger at Zhang's stomach. The two fought closely for a moment. Suddenly, Zhang flung his sword at Huo Qingtong. Chen was afraid she would be too weak to dodge it and raced over to intercept the weapon. But it was just a diversion. As Chen ran towards Huo Qingtong, Zhang jumped over to Princess Fragrance and grabbed her.

  "Get out!" he shouted to Chen, who stopped in his tracks and stared dumbly back at Zhang. "If you don't get out, I'll throw her to the wolves!" He picked the girl up and swung her about above his head. Chen heart pounded and his brain whirled in confusion.

  "Ride out and lead the wolves away!" Zhang shouted again.

  Chen knew Zhang would do what he said and so he slowly untied the white horse's reins and mounted up.

  "I'll count to three. If you're not out of the circle by then, I'll let her go. One…two…three!" As he said three, the white horse bounded out of the ring.

  Chen landed in the midst of the wolves, grabbed the first two that attacked him by the scruffs of their necks, then turned the horse round, soared back into the ring of fire and flung them at Zhang.

  With two such ferocious animals flying at him, Zhang was forced to drop Princess Fragrance to protect himself. Chen threw two of his chess pieces at him, scooped Princess Fragrance up, then leapt out of the circle of fire once more with another horse close behind: Huo Qingtong had taken advantage of the fight to cut the reins of a horse and mount up without the Three Devils noticing.

  She and Chen waded through the wolf pack, slashing right and left with their weapons as if chopping vegetables, and in a moment, the two horses were out in the open and galloping off westwards with the wolf pack chasing behind. The horses were much faster than the wolves, and before long, they had left the pack far behind. But Chen knew the hard part would be staying ahead of these tireless, hungry beasts.

  9

  As the three rode along, the land about them gradually became more rocky and a crooked path appeared. It grew dark, and the White Jade Peak began to tower over them.

  "According to the map, the Secret City was built around the base of the mountain," said Huo Qingtong. "It doesn't look as if it would be more than three or four miles from here." The three dismounted and gave their two horses some water.

  Chen stroked the white horse's mane lovingly, knowing that without it, he would never have been able to rescue Princess Fragrance. He also knew he would not have left without her.

  They rested for a while until the horses had recovered some of their strength and then continued on, the cries of the wolves already vaguely discernible in the distance. Chen rode the chestnut horse alone and the two sisters rode together on the white horse.

  The night was cool and the snow on the peak glistened brilliant white under the moon, looking almost close enough to touch. The path became rough and treacherous and suddenly split a dozen or so ways, with no indication of which was the correct one.

  "With so many paths, it's not surprising people get lost," said Chen. Huo Qingtong pulled out the map and examined it under the moonlight.

  "It says: `left three right two'," she said.

  "What does that mean?"

  "It doesn't explain." In the distance, they heard the wolves howling in unison.

  "It's about midnight," Huo Qingtong said. "They must have stopped to howl at the moon. When they've finished, they will be after us again. We must choose the path and go quickly."

  "There are five paths on the left here," said Chen pointing. "The map says left three right two, so let's take the third."

  "If it's a dead end, we won't have time to come back again," replied Huo Qingtong.

  "In that case, the three of us will die together," said Chen.

  As Chen spoke, Huo Qingtong felt a sudden warmth in her breast and tears welled into her eyes. She raised her horse whip and led them into the middle path.

  The track narrowed into a stone-walled corridor which had obviously been hacked out of the mountainside by men. After a while, they came to another crossroads from which three paths branched out to the right.

  "We're saved! We're saved!" Huo Qingtong shouted with joy, and they spurred their horses up the middle path with renewed energy. But the track had not been traversed for many years, and in some places, it was completely overgrown by grasses taller than a man, while in others, it was blocked by sand drifts. The three had to dismount and lead the horses over the obstacles. Chen also moved rocks onto the top of the drifts to slow the wolves' pursuit.

  Less than half a mile further on, they came upon three more paths forking to the left. Suddenly, Princess Fragrance screamed and pointed to a pile of white bones at the mouth of one of the paths. Chen dismounted to investigate and found they were the remains of a man and a camel.

  "He must have been unable to decide which path to take and ended up dying here," he sighed.

  They entered the third path and found it suddenly steepened sharply. The cold and darkness became oppressive. A short while later another skeleton appeared by the side of the path with jewels glistening amongst the bones.

  "He was rich but he couldn't get out," Huo Qingtong said.

  "But it means we're on the right path," replied Chen. "There must be even more skeletons on the wrong paths."

  "When we leave, none of us must take any jewels, all right?" Princess Fragrance said.

  "You're afraid the ghosts won't let us go," said Chen with a smile.

  "Promise me!"

  He heard the pleading tone in her voice and hurriedly replied: "I won't take anything, don't worry." All the jewels in the world could not match having you two sisters as companions, he thought, and suddenly felt ashamed. Why did he include them both together?

  They continued up the twisted path the whole night, and by morning, they and the two horses were exhausted.

  "Let's rest a while," said Huo Qingtong.

  "We must concentrate on finding shelter first and then we can all sleep easily," Chen replied firmly.

  10

  A short way further on, the path opened out into a wide, flat valley of extraordinary beauty. The sun was just rising and the white mountain soared up into the sky from the valley floor. Around its base was a city that looked as if it had once been very prosperous. But now, the thousands of houses that they could see, although magnificent in scale and design, were in various stages of ruin and collapse. Not a sound was to be heard, not even the twittering of birds. The three had never seen a place that was at once so beautiful and so terrible. They stood for a moment, over-awed by the crushing silence, hardly daring to even breathe, then Chen urged his horse forward and they entered the city.

  The area was extremely dry, so dry that there was virtually no vegetation on the ground. The contents of the houses had stayed undisturbed for countless years and most appeared to still be in good condition. They entered the first house they came to and Princess Fragrance noticed a pair of ladies' shoes on the floor. Their c
olour was still fresh, but as soon as she touched them, they disintegrated into dust, and she jumped in shock.

  "This city is in a basin surrounded by high mountains which protect it from rain and wind," Chen said.

  As they continued through the streets, they found skeletons everywhere and swords and other weapons thrown about at random.

  "It doesn't look as if the city was buried in a sand storm as the story says," Chen commented.

  "No," Huo Qingtong agreed. "It looks more like there was a big battle and all the people were killed."

  "But there's so many paths outside the city," Princess Fragrance objected. "How would the enemy find their way in?"

  "There must have been a traitor," Huo Qingtong replied.

  They went into another house, and she spread the map out on a table and leaned over to examine it. But the table was completely rotten despite its apparent sturdiness, and it collapsed under the weight of her arms. She picked up the map and studied it for a moment. "I'm afraid these houses wouldn't withstand an attack by the wolves for very long," she said. She pointed at a place on the map. "This is the centre of the city, right at the foot of the mountain. There are a lot of markings around it, which probably means it is a place of importance. If it's a palace or fortress, it is bound to be very sturdily built, so let's go there."

  "Right!" said Chen. The three continued on their way, following the path indicated on the map. The roads in the centre of the city were like a maze, twisting and turning until their head's swam. If they had not had the map, they would surely have lost their way.

  After an hour or so, they came to the place marked on the map as the city centre, but were disappointed to find no sign of any palace or fortress. From close up, the White Jade Peak looked even more beautiful than from a distance. It was completely white, pure and shining. A jade carver who found even a small piece of white jade would never go hungry for the rest of his life, but here was a whole mountain of the precious stone. They looked up at the towering peak and felt a sense of spiritual upliftment. Their cares and worries dispersed and they reflected on the wonderful mystery of creation.