"If the dull rogue hath discovered his prisoner's birth, how is this that he dares to think that when free he would let so great a traitor live, after such an execrable proposition?" Greatly perplexed at this rebuff, Kin could make no reply. Suddenly, the booming of cannon, the roar of millions of voices, and the clash of arms, sounded through the night air, and he said, "Hear you that cannon, boy? It is the terrible mouthpiece of the fugitive tradespeople, who accompanied the rice wagons." "O thou miserable rogue," exclaimed Nicholas, as it now flashed across his mind that the rice wagons and the fugitive tradespeople had been the ruse by which Li-Kong had obtained an entrance into the city for his troops. "O that he was free, for there were guards enough yet to save the imperial family." "It is a maxim, that it is no use repining for the past, O youth. By his tyranny and oppression Wey-t-song has forfeited the throne to the heaven-selected Li-Kong, whose troops now fill the streets, and who will confer upon the young war tiger high rank, and upon his parent, the great sea chief, a kingdom, if he will submissively rule the seas as a tributary. See the success of the great Li," he added, as the room, nay, the whole sky became illuminated, "the palace is in flames--let the young war tiger give his answer." "If it is adverse?" asked Nicholas. "The head of the son will be sent to the father." Then bitter were the feelings of Nicholas--for himself? no! for he felt it his duty to die; but for his father, for the princess--still there was a chance of escape. Should he comply? surely a promise to traitors would not be valid. He considered for a moment--it was but for a moment--and even the bold sea-boy had not courage enough to--tell a lie. Perceiving his hesitation, the countenance of Kin brightened. "The noble youth is reasonable; he consents," said he. "No, thou false rogue." "Then he dies a miserable death," said the enraged Kin, calling to his guard. There was no reply, but a scuffle in the passage, and the sound of angry voices, when, pale with fear, the general opened the door, and the next minute was--in the arms of Chow, who held him till the soldiers of the prince, who accompanied him, had bound the traitor as tightly as a mummy. "It is our turn now, thou vile rogue," said Chow, as he cut the cords that bound his master. "This is well accomplished my brave Chow; but now let us leave the traitor and haste to the palace," said Nicholas. "It is hopeless, O my master, for the outer palace is in flames, and surrounded by the rebels." "Is it not a maxim that no effort is hopeless to the brave?" CHAPTER XXVIII. ATTACK ON THE PALACE.--SUICIDE OF THE EMPEROR, THE PRINCESS WOUNDED.