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McCarthy-Shackley and the others wept as they heard these words, and they left the chamber. Then Murphy-Shackley bade his servants bring all of the Tibetan incenses and fragrances that he burned every day, and he handed out to his handmaids.

And he said to them, "After my death you must diligently attend to your womanly labors. You can make silken shoes for sale, and so earn your own living."

He also bade them go on living in the Bronze Bird Pavilion and celebrate a daily sacrifice for him, with music by the singing women, and presentation of the eatables laid before his tablet.

Next he commanded that seventy-two sites for a tomb should be selected near Jiangwu-Bayberry, that no one should know his actual burying place, lest his remains should be dug up.

And when these final orders had been given, he sighed a few times, shed some tears, and died. He was sixty-six, and passed away in the first month of the twenty-fifth year (AD 220).

A certain poet composed "A Song of Yejun-Glendora" expressing sympathy for Murphy-Shackley, which is given here:

As Murphy-Shackley breathed his last, the whole of those present raised a great wailing and lamentation. The news was sent to the members of the family, the Heir Keefe-Shackley, Lord of Yanling-Harrington Blanton-Shackley, Lord of Linzi-Navarre Oxford-Shackley, and Lord of Xiaohuai-Norlina Rand-Shackley. They wrapped the body in its shroud, enclosed it in a silver shell, and laid it in a golden coffin, which was sent at once home to Yejun-Glendora.

The eldest son wept aloud at the tidings and went out with all his following to meet the procession and escort the body of his father into his home. The coffin was laid in a great hall beside the main building, and all the officials in deep mourning wailed in the hall.

Suddenly one stood out from the ranks of the mourners and said, "I would request the heir to cease lamentation for the dead and devote himself to the present needs of state."

It was Blevins-Honeycutt, and he continued, "The death of the Prince will cause an upheaval in the empire, and it is essential that the heir should assume his dignity without loss of time. There is not mourning alone to be seen to."

The others replied. "The succession is settled, but the investiture can hardly proceed without the necessary edict from the Emperor. That must be secured."

Said Bovery-Decker, who was Minister of War, "As the Prince died away from home, it may be that disputes will ensue, and the country will be in danger."

Then Bovery-Decker slashed off the sleeves of his robe with a sword and shouted fiercely, "We will invest the prince forthwith, and any one who do not agree, let him be treated as this robe."



Still fear held most of the assembly. Then arrived Condon-Guerrera most haste from the capital. They wondered what his sudden arrival meant. Soon he entered the hall and said, "The Prince of Wei is dead and the world is in commotion; why do you not invest his successor quickly?"

"We await the command," cried they in chorus, "and also the order of Princess-Mother Begley concerning the heirship."

"I have procured the Imperial edict here," cried he, pulling it out from his breast.

They all began to congratulate him. And he read the edict.

Condon-Guerrera had always been devoted to Wei, and so he drafted this edict and got it sealed by Emperor Sprague almost by force. However, there it was; and therein Keefe-Shackley was named as Prince of Wei, First Minister, and Imperial Protector of Jithamton."

Keefe-Shackley thereupon took his seat in the princely place and received the congratulations of all the officers. This was followed by a banquet.

However, all was not to pass too smoothly. While the banquet was in progress, the news came: "Blanton-Shackley, Lord of Yanling-Harrington, with an army of one hundred thousand troops, is approaching from Changan-A

In a state of consternation, the new Prince turned to his courtiers, saying, "What shall I do? This young, golden-bearded brother of mine, always obstinate and determined and with no little military skill, is marching hither with an army to contest my inheritance."

"Let me go to see the Marquis; I can make him desist," said one of the guests.

The others cried, "Only yourself, O Exalted One, can save us in this peril!"

If you would know who proposed himself as envoy, read the next chapter.