The War Tiger: Or, Adventures and Wonderful Fortunes of the Young Sea Chief and His Lad Chow: A Tale of the Conquest of ChinaDalton, William
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The War Tiger: Or, Adventures and Wonderful Fortunes of the Young Sea Chief and His Lad Chow: A Tale of the Conquest of China
Dalton, William
China -- History -- Tatar Conquest, 1643-1644 -- Fiction
"So, while Chow went in an opposite direction, he took the path leading
to the mulberry grove, and there, upon a mound, he discovered the object
of his search--both Emperor and princess; but, to his horror, the first
dead, and hanging by his own girdle from the bough of a prune-tree, and
the princess senseless, expiring from a deep wound in her side, from
which the blood was flowing copiously. Shocked so that the blood in his
veins seemed congealed, Nicholas cut down the dead Emperor with his
sword, then stanched the wound of the princess with his silk girdle, ran
to the lake, filled his cap with water, and sprinkled it in her face,
when, joy! the pale face resumed the hue of life--still she was
insensible, and he miserable, for he knew not what other means to adopt
for her restoration. Then came the sound of approaching footsteps--it
might be a rebel, and he clutched his sword, determined to die before
the royal lady should be taken from him--but no, it was Chow, who,
having lost himself for some time in the mazes of the garden, had
reached the spot by mere accident; and no sooner did the faithful fellow
perceive the tragic scene, than he fell upon his knees and wept.
"Truly the villains will speedily be here, and we shall be lost if we
can not discover some hiding-place," said Nicholas.
"The gods must intend our escape from this den of thieves, for I have
just crept out of yonder cavern," said Chow, pointing to a thick bush at
some short distance from where they were standing.
Then, without more words, they bore the senseless girl to the spot
indicated by Chow, and pushing aside the brushwood, entered a cavern
lighted from the top by a small grating, and laid her upon the floor.
The stanching of the blood, the cold water, and the movement, revived
her, when she exclaimed, "This terrible dream--where am I? who art thou,
thou terrible man?"
"Fear not beautiful daughter of the Ming, for thou art in the hands of
thy own servants, who have saved thee----"
"Saved me!" she said, with a vacant gaze at Nicholas; then, as if
remembering some terrible occurrence, added, "From my royal father, who
plunged his dagger in my side, that his daughter might escape the
villain Li-Kong, but the Emperor, my parent, O noble youth?"
"Alas! unfortunate princess----"
"Enough--enough--I remember all--the holy Emperor has saved himself the
disgrace of falling into the power of the traitor. But why then," she
added, bitterly, "has the worthless life of a daughter of his own blood
been saved?"
"To be the most valued jewel in the throne of her brother the Emperor
Yong-Li," said Nicholas.
"By restoring my worthless life thou hast brought shame and disgrace
upon the daughter of thy Emperor, for hath it not ever been the custom
of the daughters of the Son of Heaven to kill themselves upon the
downfall of their sovereign?"
"The princess is of the religion of the Lord of Heaven, who alone giveth
and taketh life," replied Nicholas.
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