San kuo; or, Romance of the three kingdoms (volume 1 of 2) — John Shaqi
San kuo; or, Romance of the three kingdoms (volume 1 of 2)Luo, Guanzhong
History
San kuo; or, Romance of the three kingdoms (volume 1 of 2)
Luo, Guanzhong
China -- History -- Three kingdoms, 220-265 -- Fiction
Yüan-tê was twenty eight when the outbreak of the rebellion called for
soldiers. The sight of the notice saddened him and he sighed as he read
it. Suddenly a rasping voice behind him cried, “Noble Sir, why sigh if
you do nothing to help your country?” Turning quickly he saw standing
there a man about his own height, with a bullet head like a leopard’s,
large eyes, a pointed chin and a bristling moustache. He spoke in a
loud bass voice and looked as irresistible as a runaway horse. At once
Yüan-tê saw he was no ordinary man and asked who he was.
“Chang Fei is my name; I am usually called I-tê” replied the stranger.
“I live near here where I have a farm; and I am a wine-seller and a
butcher as well. And I like to become acquainted with worthy men. Your
sighs as you read the notice drew me toward you.”
Yüan-tê replied, “I am of the Imperial Family, Liu by name, and my
distinguishing name is Pei. An I could I would destroy these rebels and
restore peace to the land, but alas! I am helpless.”
“I am not without means,” said Fei. “Suppose you and I raised some men
and tried what we could do.”
This was happy news for Yüan-tê and the two betook themselves to the
village inn to talk over the project. As they were drinking, a huge,
tall fellow appeared pushing a hand-cart along the road. At the
threshold he halted and entered the inn to rest awhile and he called
for wine. “And be quick,” added he “for I am in haste to get into the
town and offer myself for the army.”
Yüan-tê looked over the new-comer item by item and noted his huge
frame, his long beard, his dark brown face and deep red lips. He had
eyes like a phœnix and fine bushy eyebrows like silkworms. His whole
appearance was dignified and awe-inspiring. Presently Yüan-tê crossed
over, sat down beside him and asked his name.
“I am Kuan Yü,” said he; “I used to be known as Shou-chʻang (Long as
eternity), but now am usually called Yün-chʻang (Long as a cloud). I am
a native of the east side of the river, but I have been a fugitive on
the waters for some five years, because I slew a ruffian who, since he
was powerful, was a bully. I have come to join the army here.”
Then Yüan-tê told him his own intentions and all three went away to
Chang Fei’s farm where they could talk over the grand project.
Said Fei, “The peach trees in the orchard behind the house are just in
full flower. To-morrow we will institute a sacrifice there and solemnly
declare our intention before Heaven and Earth. And we three will swear
brotherhood and unity of aims and sentiments; thus will we enter upon
our great task.”
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