Liu
Bei dismounted, took Xu Shu by the hands, and said, “Alas! We part. Each goes
his way, and who knows if we shall meet again?”
His
tears fell like rain and Xu Shu wept also. But the last goodbyes were said.
When the traveler had gone, Liu Bei stood gazing after the little party and
watched it slowly disappear. At the last glimpse he broke into lamentation.
“He
is gone! What shall I do?”
One
of the trees shut out the traveler from his sight, and Liu Bei pointed at it,
saying, “Wish that I could cut down every tree in the countryside!”
“Why?”
said his officers.
“Because
they hinder my sight of Xu Shu.”
Suddenly
they saw Xu Shu galloping back.
Said
Liu Bei, “He is returning: Can it he that he is going to stay?”
So
he hastened forward to meet Xu Shu, and when they got near enough, he cried,
“This return is surely for no slight reason.”
Checking
his horse, Xu Shu said, “In the turmoil of my feelings, I forgot to say one
word. There is a person of wonderful skill living about seven miles from the
city of Xiangyang. Why not seek him?”
“Can
I trouble you to ask him to visit me?”
“He
will not condescend to visit you. You must go to him. But if he consents, you
will be as fortunate as the Zhou when they got the aid of Lu Wang, or the Han
when Zhang Liang came to help.”
“How
does the unknown compare with yourself?”
“With
me? Compared with him I am as a worn-out carthorse to a palomino, an old duck
to a phoenix. This man often compares himself with the ancient sages Guan Zhong
and Yue Yi but, in my opinion, he is far their superior. He has the talent to
measure the heavens and mete the earth. He is a man who overshadows every other
in the world.”
“I
would know his name.”
“He
belongs to Langye, and his name is Zhuge Liang. He is of the family of the
former General Zhuge Feng. His father, Zhuge Gui, was the Deputy Governor of
Taishan but died young, and the young fellow went with his uncle Zhuge Xuan to
Jingzhou. Imperial Protector Liu Biao was an old friend of his uncle, and Zhuge
Liang became settled in Xiangyang. Then his uncle died, and he and his younger
brother, Zhuge Jun, returned to their farm in Nanyang and worked as farmers.
They used to amuse themselves with the composition of songs in the Liangfu
style.
“On their land was a ridge of hills called the Sleeping Dragon, and the elder of the brothers took it as a name and called himself Master Sleeping Dragon. This is your man. He is a veritable genius. You ought really to visit him. And if he will help you, you need feel no more anxiety about peace in the empire.”
[From chapter 36: Luo Guanzhong, Romance of the Three Kingdoms (translated Charles Henry Brewitt-Taylor, 1925) (first printed version circa 1522).]
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