moderately pleased. Her appetite returned and the tears were withheld. She spoke to the King with kindness—several times. All might have gone well had not some malcontents down Kan Su way started a rebellion. Off went the army—General Chang waving his sword, and the smallest drummer boy thumping with glee. That was at midnight.
The dawn was at its breaking when beacons along the line of march flared up. "Halt" was the signal. The army halted. Again the beacons flared. They spelled the word "Return."
Tiao Fu was not so well. She longed for the roll of the drums to remind her of Kiang Sing's thunder. What could the poor King do but recall his army? The rebellion in Kan Su continued merrily. And General Chang, who was an old-time soldier, expressed his opinion—rather explosively—to a sympathetic staff officer. But never mind that. Let the drums sound.
When the rebellion spread to Kan Si, the King felt that things had gone quite far
