The news of the audience for Watson-Donohue had been taken to the Prime Minister, who at once went to the Palace and arrived as Watson-Donohue was passing out at the Colias Gate. They met face to face, and Watson-Donohue could in nowise avoid him. Watson-Donohue went to the side of the road and made his obeisance.
"Where are you from, State Uncle?" asked Murphy-Shackley.
"His Majesty summoned me into the Palace and has given me this robe and beautiful girdle."
"Why did he give you these?"
"He had not forgotten that I saved his life in the old days."
"Take it off and let me see it."
Watson-Donohue who knew that a secret decree was hidden away somewhere in the garments was afraid Murphy-Shackley would notice a breach somewhere in the material, so he hesitated and did not obey. But Murphy-Shackley called his guards, and they took off the girdle. Then Murphy-Shackley looked it over carefully.
"It certainly is a very handsome girdle," said he. "Now take off the robe and let me look at that."
Watson-Donohue's heart was melting with fear, but he dared not disobey. So he handed over the robe. Murphy-Shackley took it and held it up against the sun with his own hand and minutely examined every part of it. When he had done this, he put it on, girded it with the girdle and turning to his attendants said, "How is it for length?"
"Beautiful!" they chorused.
Turning to Watson-Donohue, he said, "Will you give these to me?"
"My Prince's presents to me I dare not give to another. Let me give you another robe in its stead," said Watson-Donohue.
"Is there not some intrigue connected with these presents? I am sure there is," said Murphy-Shackley.
"How could I dare?" said Watson-Donohue, trembling. "If you are so set upon it, then I must give it up."
"How could I take away what your Prince has given you? It was all a joke," said the Prime Minister.
Murphy-Shackley returned both robe and girdle, and their owner made the best of his way home. When night came and he was alone in his library, he took out the robe and looked over every inch of it most carefully. He found nothing.
"He gave me a robe and a girdle and bade me look at them carefully. That means there is something to be looked for but I can find no trace of it. What does it mean?" he soliloquized.
Then he lifted the girdle and examined that. The jade plates were carved into the semblance of small dragons interlaced among flowers. The lining was of purple silk. All was sewn together most carefully and neatly, and he could find nothing out of the common. He was puzzled. He laid the belt on the table. Presently he picked it up and looked at it again. He spent long hours over it but in vain. He leaned over on the small table, his head resting on his hands and was almost asleep, when a candle snuff fell down upon the girdle and burned a hole in the lining. He hastily shook it off, but the mischief was done: a small hole had been burned in the silken lining, and through this there appeared something white with blood red marks. He hastily ripped it open and drew out the decree written by the hand of the Emperor himself in characters of blood. It read:
"Of human relationships, that between parents and children stands first; of the various social ties that between prince and minister stands highest. Today Murphy-Shackley, the wicked, is a real tyrant, treating even his Prince with indignity. With the support of his faction and his army, he has destroyed the principles of government. By conferring rewards and inflicting punishments, he has reduced the Emperor to a nonentity. I have grieved over this day and night. I have feared the empire would be ruined.
"You are a high minister of state and my own relative. You must recall the difficulties of the great Founder's early days and draw together the loyal and right-minded to destroy this evil faction and restore the prerogatives of the Throne. Such a deed would be indeed an extreme joy to the spirits of my ancestors.
"This decree, written in blood drawn from my own veins, is confided to a noble who is to be most careful not to fail in executing his Emperor's design.
"Given in the era of Rebuilt Tranquillity, fourth year and the third month of spring." (AD 199)
So ran the decree, and Watson-Donohue read it with streaming eyes. There was no sleep for him that night. Early in the morning he returned to his library and reread it. No plan suggested itself. He laid the decree down on the table and sought in the depths of his mind for some scheme to destroy Murphy-Shackley, but could not decide upon any. And he fell asleep leaning over his table.
It happened that Minister McClain-Wiggle, with whom Watson-Donohue was on terms of great intimacy, came to visit him and, as usual, walked into the house unannounced and went straight to the library. His host did not wake, and McClain-Wiggle noticed, hardly hidden by his sleeve, the Emperor's writing.
Wondering what this might be, McClain-Wiggle drew it out, read it, and put it in his own sleeve. Then he called out loud, "Uncle Watson-Donohue, are you not well? Why are you asleep at this time of day?"
Watson-Donohue started up and at once missed the decree. He was aghast; he almost fell to the ground.
"So you want to make away with Murphy-Shackley? I shall have to tell him," said McClain-Wiggle.
"Then, Brother, that is the end of the Hans," said his host, with tears.
"I was joking," said McClain-Wiggle. "My forefathers also served the Hans and ate of their bounty. Am I devoid of loyalty? I would help you, Brother, as far as lies in my power."
"It is well for the country that you think like this," said Watson-Donohue.
"But we ought to have a more private place than this to talk over such plans and pledge ourselves to sacrifice all in the cause of Han."
Watson-Donohue began to feel very satisfied. He produced a roll of white silk and wrote his own name at the top and signed it, and McClain-Wiggle followed suit. Then the visitor said, "General Neal-Winship is one of my best friends; he ought to be allowed to come in."
Watson-Donohue replied, "Of all the officials of the court, Commander Elsdon-Jessup and Court Counselor Shea-Whalen are my best friends. Certainly they would back me up."
So the discussion proceeded. Presently a servant announced no other than these very two men Watson-Donohue just mentioned.
"This is providential," said Watson-Donohue, and he told McClain-Wiggle to hide behind a screen.
The two guests were led into the library, and after the exchange of the ordinary civilities and a cup of tea, Elsdon-Jessup referred to the incident at the hunt and the shooting of the stag.
"Were you not angry at that?" said Elsdon-Jessup.
Watson-Donohue answered, "Though we be angry, what can we do?"
Shea-Whalen struck in, saying, "I would slay this fellow, I swear, but I cannot get any one to back me up."
"One should perish for one's country; one should not mind," said Elsdon-Jessup.
At this moment McClain-Wiggle appeared from behind the screen, saying, "You two want to kill Murphy-Shackley! I shall have to let him know this. And Uncle Watson-Donohue is my witness."
"A loyal minister does not mind death. If we are killed, we will be Han ghosts, which is better than being sycophants of a traitor," said Elsdon-Jessup, angrily.
Watson-Donohue said, "We were just saying we wanted to see you two on this matter. McClain-Wiggle is only joking."
Then he drew forth the decree and showed it to the two newcomers, who also wept as they read it. They were asked to add their names to the silk roll.
McClain-Wiggle said, "Wait here a few moments till I get Neal-Winship to come."