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That
night
,
although
news
of
the
sacrilege
was
spreading
through
Cho-Sen
and
half
the
northern
provinces
had
risen
on
their
officials
,
Keijo
and
the
Court
slept
in
ignorance
.
By
Chong
Mong-ju
's
orders
the
beacons
flared
their
nightly
message
of
peace
.
And
night
by
night
the
peace-beacons
flared
,
while
day
and
night
Chong
Mong-ju
's
messengers
killed
horses
on
all
the
roads
of
Cho-Sen
.
It
was
my
luck
to
see
his
messenger
arrive
at
Keijo
.
At
twilight
,
as
I
rode
out
through
the
great
gate
of
the
capital
,
I
saw
the
jaded
horse
fall
and
the
exhausted
rider
stagger
in
on
foot
;
and
I
little
dreamed
that
that
man
carried
my
destiny
with
him
into
Keijo
.
His
message
sprang
the
palace
revolution
.
I
was
not
due
to
return
until
midnight
,
and
by
midnight
all
was
over
.
At
nine
in
the
evening
the
conspirators
secured
possession
of
the
Emperor
in
his
own
apartments
.
They
compelled
him
to
order
the
immediate
attendance
of
the
heads
of
all
departments
,
and
as
they
presented
themselves
,
one
by
one
,
before
his
eyes
,
they
were
cut
down
.
Meantime
the
Tiger
Hunters
were
up
and
out
of
hand
.
Yunsan
and
Hendrik
Hamel
were
badly
beaten
with
the
flats
of
swords
and
made
prisoners
.
The
seven
other
cunies
escaped
from
the
palace
along
with
the
Lady
Om
.
They
were
enabled
to
do
this
by
Kim
,
who
held
the
way
,
sword
in
hand
,
against
his
own
Tiger
Hunters
.
They
cut
him
down
and
trod
over
him
.
Unfortunately
he
did
not
die
of
his
wounds
.
Like
a
flaw
of
wind
on
a
summer
night
the
revolution
,
a
palace
revolution
of
course
,
blew
and
was
past
.
Chong
Mong-ju
was
in
the
saddle
.
The
Emperor
ratified
whatever
Chong
Mong-ju
willed
.
Beyond
gasping
at
the
sacrilege
of
the
king
's
tombs
and
applauding
Chong
Mong-ju
,
Cho-Sen
was
unperturbed
.
Heads
of
officials
fell
everywhere
,
being
replaced
by
Chong
Mong-ju
's
appointees
;
but
there
were
no
risings
against
the
dynasty
.
And
now
to
what
befell
us
.
Johannes
Maartens
and
his
three
cunies
,
after
being
exhibited
to
be
spat
upon
by
the
rabble
of
half
the
villages
and
walled
cities
of
Cho-Sen
,
were
buried
to
their
necks
in
the
ground
of
the
open
space
before
the
palace
gate
.
Water
was
given
them
that
they
might
live
longer
to
yearn
for
the
food
,
steaming
hot
and
savoury
and
changed
hourly
,
that
was
place
temptingly
before
them
.
They
say
old
Johannes
Maartens
lived
longest
,
not
giving
up
the
ghost
for
a
full
fifteen
days
.
Kim
was
slowly
crushed
to
death
,
bone
by
bone
and
joint
by
joint
,
by
the
torturers
,
and
was
a
long
time
in
dying
.
Hamel
,
whom
Chong
Mong-ju
divined
as
my
brains
,
was
executed
by
the
paddle
--
in
short
,
was
promptly
and
expeditiously
beaten
to
death
to
the
delighted
shouts
of
the
Keijo
populace
.
Yunsan
was
given
a
brave
death
.
He
was
playing
a
game
of
chess
with
the
jailer
,
when
the
Emperor
's
,
or
,
rather
,
Chong
Mong-ju
's
,
messenger
arrived
with
the
poison-cup
.
"
Wait
a
moment
,
"
said
Yunsan
.
"
You
should
be
better-mannered
than
to
disturb
a
man
in
the
midst
of
a
game
of
chess
.
I
shall
drink
directly
the
game
is
over
.
"
And
while
the
messenger
waited
Yunsan
finished
the
game
,
winning
it
,
then
drained
the
cup
.
It
takes
an
Asiatic
to
temper
his
spleen
to
steady
,
persistent
,
life-long
revenge
.
This
Chong
Mong-ju
did
with
the
Lady
Om
and
me
.
He
did
not
destroy
us
.
We
were
not
even
imprisoned
.
The
Lady
Om
was
degraded
of
all
rank
and
divested
of
all
possessions
.
An
imperial
decree
was
promulgated
and
posted
in
the
last
least
village
of
Cho-Sen
to
the
effect
that
I
was
of
the
house
of
Koryu
and
that
no
man
might
kill
me
.
It
was
further
declared
that
the
eight
sea-cunies
who
survived
must
not
be
killed
.
Neither
were
they
to
be
favoured
.
They
were
to
be
outcasts
,
beggars
on
the
highways
.
And
that
is
what
the
Lady
Om
and
I
became
,
beggars
on
the
highways
.
Forty
long
years
of
persecution
followed
,
for
Chong
Mong-ju
's
hatred
of
the
Lady
Om
and
me
was
deathless
.
Worse
luck
,
he
was
favoured
with
long
life
as
well
as
were
we
cursed
with
it
.
I
have
said
the
Lady
Om
was
a
wonder
of
a
woman
.
Beyond
endlessly
repeating
that
statement
,
words
fail
me
,
with
which
to
give
her
just
appreciation
.
Somewhere
I
have
heard
that
a
great
lady
once
said
to
her
lover
:
"
A
tent
and
a
crust
of
bread
with
you
.
"
In
effect
that
is
what
the
Lady
Om
said
to
me
.
More
than
to
say
it
,
she
lived
the
last
letter
of
it
,
when
more
often
than
not
crusts
were
not
plentiful
and
the
sky
itself
was
our
tent
.
Every
effort
I
made
to
escape
beggary
was
in
the
end
frustrated
by
Chong
Mong-ju
.
In
Songdo
I
became
a
fuel-carrier
,
and
the
Lady
Om
and
I
shared
a
hut
that
was
vastly
more
comfortable
than
the
open
road
in
bitter
winter
weather
.
But
Chong
Mong-ju
found
me
out
,
and
I
was
beaten
and
planked
and
put
out
upon
the
road
.
That
was
a
terrible
winter
,
the
winter
poor
"
What-Now
"
Vandervoot
froze
to
death
on
the
streets
of
Keijo
.
