With myriad shining bolts the air was filled, The road was littered with brave soldiers killed; The force to Chienko faring perished here; The tale of valour grows from year to year. Soon the second army of Wei came up, but too late to help. From the signs they knew that their comrades had been victims of a cruel trick, and they turned back. But as they faced about a shout was heard, and from the hill-tops came, “I, Chuko Liang, am here!” Looking up they saw his figure outlined against a fire. Pointing to the slain, he cried, “I have been hunting, as you see; only instead of slaying a horse (Ma, for Ssŭma) I have killed a deer (Chang). But you may go in peace, and when you see your general, tell him that he will be my quarry one day.”
Brewitt-Taylor · 1925 · public domain