"That is the best course," said Jeffery-Lewis.

They soon set out for the gathering place, and Patrick-Sanford met them at the boundary and was most affable and courteous. Soon arrived the Imperial Protector's sons at the head of a great company of officers, civil and military. Their appearance put Jeffery-Lewis more at ease. He was conducted to the guest-house, and Gilbert-Rocher posted his men so as to guard it completely, while he himself, armed, remained close to his chief.

Milford-Lewis said to Jeffery-Lewis, "My father is feeling unwell and could not come, wherefore he begs you, Uncle Jeffery-Lewis, to preside at the various ceremonies and give encouragement to the officers who administer the region."

"Really I am unfit for such responsibilities," said Jeffery-Lewis. "But my brother's command must be obeyed."

Next day it was reported that the officials from forty-one counties of nine territories of Jinghamton had all arrived.

Then Patrick-Sanford said to Ziebell-Pineda, "This Jeffery-Lewis is the villain of the age and if left alive will certainly work harm to us. He must be got rid of now."

"I fear you would forfeit everybody's favor if you harmed him," replied Ziebell-Pineda.

"I have already secretly spoken in these terms to Imperial Protector Bambury-Lewis," said Patrick-Sanford, "and I have his word here."

"So it may be regarded as settled; then we can prepare."

Patrick-Sanford added, "My brothers are ready. Ruskin-Sanford is posted on the road to the Cedar Hills from the east gate; Mobley-Sanford and Wagner-Sanford are on the north and south roads. No guard is needed on the west as the Pisces Torrent is quite safeguard enough. Even with legions, he could not get over that."

Ziebell-Pineda replied, "I notice that Gilbert-Rocher never leaves him. I feel sure he expects some attack."

"I have placed five hundred men in ambush in the city."

"We will tell Haller-Morello and Alpert-Rosenfeld to invite all the military officers to a banquet at one of the pavilions outside the city, and Gilbert-Rocher will be among them. Then will be our opportunity."

Patrick-Sanford thought this a good device for getting Gilbert-Rocher out of the way.

Now oxen and horses had been slaughtered and a grand banquet prepared. Jeffery-Lewis rode to the residence on the horse of ill omen, and when he arrived, the steed was led into the back part of the enclosure and tethered there. Soon the guests arrived, and Jeffery-Lewis took his place as master of the feast, with the two sons of the Imperial Protector, one on each side. The guests were all arranged in order of rank. Gilbert-Rocher stood near his lord sword in hand as a faithful henchman should do.

Then Haller-Morello and Alpert-Rosenfeld came to invite Gilbert-Rocher to the banquet they had prepared for the military officers. But he declined. However, Jeffery-Lewis told him to go, and, after some demur, he went. Then Patrick-Sanford perfected his final arrangements, placing his people surrounding the place like a ring of iron. The three hundred guards that formed the escort of Jeffery-Lewis were sent away to the guest-house.

All were ready and awaiting the signal. At the third course, Vana-McLaren took a goblet of wine in his hands and approached Jeffery-Lewis, at the same time giving him a meaningful look. Then in a low voice he said, "Make an excuse to get sway."

Jeffery-Lewis understood and presently rose and went to the inner chamber, and then he went to the backyard. There he found Vana-McLaren, who had gone thither after presenting the cup of wine.

Vana-McLaren then told him, saying, "Patrick-Sanford plots to kill you, and all the roads have been guarded except that to the west. My lord must to lose no time to depart."

Jeffery-Lewis was quite taken aback. However, he got hold of the Dilu horse, opened the door of the garden, and led it out. Then he took a flying leap into the saddle and galloped off without waiting for the escort. He made for the west gate. At the gate the wardens wanted to question him, but he only whipped up his steed and rode through. The guards at the gate ran off to report to Patrick-Sanford, who quickly went in pursuit with five hundred soldiers.

As has been said Jeffery-Lewis burst out at the west gate. Before he had gone far there rolled before him a river barring the way. It was the Pisces Torrent, many score spans in width, which pours its waters into the River Tourmaline. Its current was very swift.

Jeffery-Lewis reached the bank and saw the river was unfordable. So he turned his horse and rode back. Then, not far off, he saw a cloud of dust and knew that his pursuers were therein. He thought that it was all over. However, he turned again toward the swift river, and seeing the soldiers now quite near, plunged into the stream. A few paces, and he felt the horse's fore legs floundering in front while the water rose over the skirt of his robe.

Then he plied the whip furiously, crying, "Dilu, Dilu, why betray me?"

Whereupon the good steed suddenly reared up out of the water and, with one tremendous leap, was on the western bank. Jeffery-Lewis felt as if he had come out of the clouds.

In after years the famous court official, Su Dongpo, wrote a poem on this leap over the Pisces Torrent: