The Strand Magazine, Vol. 05, Issue 28, April 1893: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 05, Issue 28, April 1893: An Illustrated Monthly
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English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
"Among these bonzes was one who especially resented Yu Chan's rule over
him, for he was more learned in the subtile crafts of the East than the
rest, and the potency of his spells was known and feared throughout
Siam. An unbending ascetic, indeed, was the grey-bearded Klan Hua, and
the ruler of the country had already promised to him that he should
become the head of the bonzes whenever the office was vacated. So much
was this ruler influenced by Klan Hua that he built a covered way from
his palace by which he might pass at night into the bonze's rude cell to
hear the interpretation of his dreams, or learn the coming events of his
destiny. Yet, in spite of all this, when the chief bonze died, the ruler
of Siam, after much hesitation, gave the coveted office to Yu Chan.
Judge, then, of the fierce hatred which this roused in Klan Hua's
breast, and ye will understand the reason of the plot which he formed
against the one who held the position he so much desired."
"Never mind about the quarrels of these estimable bonzes, Hassan,"
interrupted Denviers. "Go on and tell us of these hill-men, or you won't
get that yarn finished before they return, in which case we may never
have the chance to hear the end of it."
"The sahib is always impatient," answered the Arab gravely; then he
continued, quite heedless of Denviers' suggestion: "On the nights when
the ruler went not to Klan Hua's cell, the latter gathered there several
of the other bonzes, and they sat darkly plotting till morning came.
Then they crept stealthily back to their own cells, to shift their eyes
nervously each time that the stern glance of Yu Chan fell upon them, as
he seemed to read there their guilty secret.
"They planned to poison him, but he left the tampered food untasted.
Then they drew lots to assassinate him as he slept, but the one whose
tablet was marked with a poniard was found lifeless the next day, with
his weapon still clutched in his stiffened fingers, and none knew how he
died. That day the eyes of Yu Chan grew sterner set than ever, as he
gazed searchingly into the face of each bonze as they passed in a long
procession before him, while the conspirators grew livid with fear and
baffled rage at the cold smile with which he seemed to mock at the
failure of their schemes. Then they made one last effort a few days
after, and ye shall hear how it ended.
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