The Jacket (The Star-Rover)

and merrier than theirs was the time I had.  Picture it to yourself—a hard-bitten, joy-loving sea-cuny, irresponsible, unaware ever of past or future, wining and dining with kings, the accepted lover of a princess, and with brains like Hamel’s and Yunsan’s to do all planning and executing for me.

More than once Yunsan almost divined the mind behind my mind; but when he probed Hamel, Hamel proved a stupid slave, a thousand times less interested in affairs of state and policy than was he interested in my health and comfort and garrulously anxious about my drinking contests with Taiwun.  I think the Lady Om guessed the truth and kept it to herself; wit was not her desire, but, as Hamel had said, a bull throat and a man’s yellow hair.

Much that pawed between us I shall not relate, though the Lady Om is dear dust these centuries.  But she was not to be denied, nor was I; and when a man and woman will their hearts together heads may fall and kingdoms crash and yet they will not forgo.

Came the time when our marriage was mooted—oh, quietly, at first, most quietly, as mere palace gossip in dark corners between eunuchs and waiting-women.  But in a palace the gossip of the kitchen scullions will creep to the throne.  Soon there was a pretty to-do.  The palace was the pulse of Cho-Sen, and when the palace rocked, Cho-Sen trembled.  And there was reason for the rocking.  Our marriage would be a blow straight between the eyes of Chong Mong-ju.  He fought, with a show of strength for which Yunsan was ready.  Chong Mong-ju disaffected half the provincial priesthood, until they pilgrimaged in processions a mile long to the palace gates and frightened the Emperor into a panic.

But Yunsan held like a rock.  The other half of the provincial priesthood was his, with, in addition, all the priesthood of the great cities such as Keijo, Fusan, Songdo, Pyen-Yang, Chenampo, and Chemulpo.  Yunsan and the Lady Om, between them, twisted the Emperor right about.  As she confessed to me afterward, she bullied him with tears and hysteria and threats of a scandal that would shake the throne.  And to cap it all, at the psychological moment, Yunsan pandered the Emperor to novelties of excess that had been long preparing.

“You must grow your hair for the marriage knot,” Yunsan warned me one day, with the ghost of a twinkle in his austere eyes, more nearly facetious and human than I had ever beheld him.

Now it is not meet that a princess espouse a sea-cuny, or even a claimant of the ancient blood of Koryu, who is without power, or place, or visible symbols of rank.  So it was promulgated by imperial decree that I was a prince of Koryu.  Next, after breaking the bones and decapitating the then governor of the five provinces, himself an adherent of Chong Mong-ju, I was made governor of the seven home provinces of ancient Koryu.  In Cho-Sen seven is the magic number.  To complete this number two of the provinces were taken over from the hands of two more of Chong Mong-ju’s adherents.

Lord, Lord, a sea-cuny . . . and dispatched north over the Mandarin Road with five hundred soldiers and a retinue at my back!  I was a governor of seven provinces, where fifty thousand troops awaited me.  Life, death, and torture, I carried at my disposal.  I had a treasury and a treasurer, to say nothing of a regiment of scribes.  Awaiting me also was a full thousand of tax-farmers; who squeezed the last coppers from the toiling people.

The seven provinces constituted the northern march.  Beyond lay what is now Manchuria, but which was known by us as the country of the Hong-du, or “Red Heads.”  They were wild raiders, on occasion crossing the Yalu in great masses and over-running northern Cho-Sen like locusts.  It was said they were given to cannibal practices.  I know of experience that they were terrible fighters, most difficult to convince of a beating.

A whirlwind year it was.  While Yunsan and the Lady Om at Keijo completed the disgrace of Chong Mong-ju, I proceeded to make a reputation for myself.  Of course it was really Hendrik Hamel at my back, but I was the fine figure-head that carried it off.  Through me Hamel taught our soldiers drill and tactics and taught the Red Heads strategy.  The fighting was grand, and though it took a year, the year’s end saw peace on the northern border and no Red Heads but dead Red Heads on our side the Yalu.

I do not know if this invasion of the Red Heads is recorded in Western history, but if so it will give a clue to the date of the times of which I write.  Another clue: when was Hideyoshi the Shogun of Japan?  In my time I heard the echoes of the two invasions, a generation before, driven by Hideyoshi through the heart of Cho-Sen from Fusan in the south to as far north as Pyeng-Yang.  It was this Hideyoshi who sent back to Japan a myriad tubs of pickled ears and noses of Koreans slain in battle.  I talked with many old men and women who had seen the fighting and escaped the pickling.

Back to Keijo and the Lady Om.  Lord, Lord, she was a woman.  For forty years she was my woman.  I know.  No dissenting voice was raised against the marriage.  Chong Mong-ju, clipped of power, in disgrace, had retired to sulk somewhere on the far north-east coast.  Yunsan was absolute.  Nightly the single beacons flared their message of peace across the land.  The Emperor grew more weak-legged and blear-eyed what of the ingenious deviltries devised for him by Yunsan.  The Lady Om and I had won to our hearts’ desires.  Kim was in command of the palace guards.  Kwan Yung-jin, the provincial governor who had planked and beaten us when we were first cast away, I had shorn of power and banished for ever from appearing within the walls of Keijo.

Oh, and Johannes Maartens.  Discipline is well hammered into a sea-cuny, and, despite my new greatness, I could never forget that he had been my captain in the days we sought new Indies in the Sparwehr .  According to my tale first told in Court, he was the only free man in my following.  The rest of the cunies, being considered my slaves, could not aspire to office of any sort under the crown.  But Johannes could, and did.  The sly old fox!  I little guessed his intent when he asked me to make him governor of the paltry little province of Kyong-ju.  Kyong-ju had no wealth of farms or fisheries.  The taxes scarce paid the collecting, and the governorship was little more than an empty honour.  The place was in truth a graveyard—a sacred graveyard, for on Tabong Mountain were shrined and sepultured the bones of the ancient kings of Silla.  Better governor of Kyong-ju than retainer of Adam Strang, was what I thought was in his mind; nor did I dream that it was except for fear of loneliness that caused him to take four of the cunies with him.

Gorgeous were the two years that followed.  My seven provinces I governed mainly though needy yang-bans selected for me by Yunsan.  An occasional inspection, done in state and accompanied by the Lady Om, was all that was required of me.  She possessed a summer palace on the south coast, which we frequented much.  Then there were man’s diversions.  I became patron of the sport of wrestling, and revived archery among the yang-bans.  Also, there was tiger-hunting in the northern mountains.

A remarkable thing was the tides of Cho-Sen.  On our north-east coast there was scarce a rise and fall of a foot.  On our west coast the neap tides ran as high as sixty feet.  Cho-Sen had no commerce, no foreign traders.  There was no voyaging beyond her coasts, and no voyaging of other peoples to her coasts.  This was due to her immemorial policy of isolation.  Once in a decade or a score of years Chinese ambassadors arrived, but they came overland, around the Yellow Sea, across the country of the Hong-du, and down the Mandarin Road to Keijo.  The round trip was a year-long journey.  Their mission was to exact from our Emperor the empty ceremonial of acknowledgment of China’s ancient suzerainty.

But Hamel, from long brooding, was ripening for action.  His plans grew apace.  Cho-Sen was Indies enough for him could he but work it right.  Little he confided, but when he began to play to have me made admiral of the Cho-Sen navy of junks, and to inquire more than casually of the details of the store-places of the imperial treasury, I could put two and two together.

Now I did not care to depart from Cho-Sen except with the Lady Om.  When I broached the possibility of it she told me, warm in my arms, that I was her king and that wherever I led she would follow.  As you shall see it was truth, full truth, that she uttered.

It was Yunsan’s fault for letting Chong Mong-ju live.  And yet it was not Yunsan’s fault.  He had not dared otherwise.  Disgraced at Court, nevertheless Chong Mong-ju had been too popular with the provincial priesthood.  Yunsan had been compelled to hold his hand, and Chong Mong-ju, apparently sulking on the north-east coast, had been anything but idle.  His emissaries, chiefly Buddhist priests, were everywhere, went everywhere, gathering in even the least of the provincial magistrates to allegiance to him.  It takes the cold patience of the Asiatic to conceive and execute huge and complicated conspiracies.  The strength of Chong Mong-ju’s palace clique grew beyond Yunsan’s wildest dreaming.  Chong Mong-ju corrupted the very palace guards, the Tiger Hunters of Pyeng- Yang whom Kim commanded.  And while Yunsan nodded, while I devoted myself to sport and to the Lady Om, while Hendrik Hamel perfected plans for the looting of the Imperial treasury, and while Johannes Maartens schemed his own scheme among the tombs of Tabong Mountain, the volcano of Chong Mong-ju’s devising gave no warning beneath us.

Lord, Lord, when the storm broke!  It was stand out from under, all hands, and save your necks.  And there were necks that were not saved.  The springing of the conspiracy was premature.  Johannes Maartens really