organized, and fighting back valiantly.
It took us two or three minutes to make our way past the ranks of the riot police to the area occupied by the Buddhists.
They still knelt on the blacktop. A sea of tranquility in the violent chaos that raged around them. The little nun sat on a dais garlanded with flowers. A monk stepped forward, holding a can, and gingerly splashed gasoline over her bald skull. The little nun sat utterly still as the fluid soaked her robes.
Pungent fumes billowed in the air as I bounded forward.
'Eighth Army has released your attacker to the Korean police!' I called out in Korean.
The nun opened her eyes. She looked at me, puzzled at first, but then broke into a broad smile when she spotted Ernie. He stepped forward, reached in his pocket, and handed her a stick of ginseng gum. Without thinking, she took it in her small hand.
A disapproving murmur rumbled through the crowd of kneeling monks. The large, officious monk pushed in front of us.
'Miguk salam yogi ei andei!' he scolded. Americans aren't permitted here.
I bowed and spoke to him calmly in Korean. 'Forgive me for intruding, sir. We are representatives from Eighth Army. Our Commander has recently seen the wisdom of your demands. The man who so cruelly attacked this nun has just now been turned over to the Korean National Police for prosecution and punishment.'
Prosecution and punishment. I was proud of the vocabulary. Earlier today, I'd found both words in the same chapter of my Korean textbook. In Korean, the words are never split up.
The monk studied me. 'It is too late. We do not have confirmation of this.' He swiveled his head and spoke to the monk with the gas can. 'Proceed.'
When the monk raised the can, Ernie hopped forward, grabbed the can, and shoved the man back.
'Not on my watch you're not,' he yelled.
As if they were one body, the kneeling monks rose to their feet and began waving their fists and hollering. I leaned into Choi So-lan's face, wiping gasoline out of her eyes.
'You don't have to die! The American who attacked you has been turned over to the Korean police. The man who paid him will be in our custody any minute. You are young. You must live. Buddha would want you to live.'
She bowed her head and began to sob.
The head monk was sputtering now, waving his hands, yelling at his men to grab us. A few of the bolder monks pushed forward.
Ernie didn't need to understand any of the language to figure out what was happening. He poured gasoline onto the ground, and tossed the half-empty can at the approaching monks. Then he grabbed the litde nun and jerked her to her feet.
'Come on, goddamn it! Run!'
And to my surprise, she did. Running along beside Ernie, sprinting away from the Buddhists, heading toward the maddening riot of the student demonstrators.
I trotted behind them, covering their retreat. One of the monks grabbed me, but I swiveled and kneed him in the stomach. A rush of air exploded from his mouth and he keeled over.
The other monks kept coming. I pulled out my. 38 and waved it in front of them.
'Ha-jima!' I said. Don't!
The monks stopped in their tracks. I turned and raced off into the melee, following Ernie and the nun.
Around the perimeter, the advance of the riot police had stopped. More students streamed into the intersection in front of Guanghua-mun. The student leadership had probably held them in reserve. Their tactic worked. The tired police were being pushed back on all fronts. Some were down, others ran screaming, the flaming oil of the Molotov cocktails engulfing their heavily padded uniforms.
We searched for what seemed forever, making our way toward the careening jeep in the distance.
I ran next to Ernie. 'Herman hasn't caught Ragyapa yet.'
'Doesn't look like it.'
Even above the noise of the screams surrounding us, we heard a thump. The roof of the jeep shuddered to a stop.
'Maybe he's found him now.'
We shoved our way through the thickening, screaming crowd. The riot police behind us were in a panic, breaking ranks. Big armored vehicles, water hoses spraying, inched backward.
By the time we reached the jeep it was engulfed in a sea of people who were rocking it rhythmically back and forth. The nun shouted at one of the bystanders.
'What happened?'
'Some dog-faced American hit one of our demonstrators. A woman.'
'Is she hurt badly?'
'They've taken her to a hospital.'
People were ripping the canvas off the top of the jeep. Herman was inside, handcuffed to the roll bar, like a fleshy morsel inside a clam. He was screaming.
Ernie pulled out his. 45. 'They're messing with our prisoner.'
I grabbed him. 'Damn, Ernie. You're going to get us killed.'
He swiveled on me. 'They're going to kill himl'
I had no answer for that.
Choi So-lan shoved between us. 'I will talk to them.'
Before we could stop her, she plowed forward into the mob, head down, and burrowed her way to the front of the jeep. Holding her gasoline-soaked robes, she clambered up on what was left of the hood and waved her slender arms over her head.
'Listen to me, good people!' she called. The crowd continued to roar. 'Listen to me!'
Gradually, a few heads turned. People elbowed one another, pointed.
'You all know who I am. I am Choi So-lan!'
A murmur went through the crowd, the name repeated from person to person. As the student demonstrators recognized her they stopped rocking the jeep.
'I am the woman who would be sacrificed today!'
The roar started to subside, the calls for vengeance against the foreign lout died down. Not everyone was paying attention, however. One man called for death to the big noses. Others shouted their approval. But people started to shush them, many wanted to hear what the famous nun had to say. The jeep's rusty springs gave out a final squeak. At last, the crowd quieted.
'The Americans have turned over my attacker to the authorities!'
A cheer went up from the demonstrators.
The nun pointed at the huddled mass of flesh in the jeep. 'This born-of-a-dog foreigner must be punished.' Another cheer went up. She raised her voice as high as it would go. 'But not like this! He must be put in jail and tried for his crimes. Let not the foreigners say that we Koreans are barbaric. Let them not say that we tore a man to pieces without a trial!'
She pointed to the young men nearest the jeep. 'You there, stand back! Allow the proper authorities to take this man into custody.'
I grabbed the handcuff keys from Ernie and darted for- ward through the crowd. Leaning my body across the jeep, I unlocked Herman's cuffs, keeping my head down, hoping that at least some of the people in the back of the crowd wouldn't realize that I was an American.
'Keep your face down,' I whispered to Herman, 'and follow me. Don't say anything.'
'I didn't mean to hit that girl-'
'Don't say anything, goddamn it, Herman. If they hear English it will just remind them that we're foreigners.'
I jerked him out of the seat, threw my arm protectively around his shoulders, and, both of us bending low at the waist, we crouched our way through the crowd.
At just that moment a group of students managed to overcome the crew of one of the armored vehicles. Standing atop it, hollering, they turned the vehicle toward the line of riot police and started spraying them with
