Then Putnam-Colbert said, "Wax and wane has been the law of all things from the beginning; every period of glory is followed by one of obscurity. Has any rule endured forever or any House never failed? The rule of Han, handed down through four centuries to Yourself, has lost its vigor, and the time has come to yield. Retirement may not be delayed or confusion will ensue."
The Emperor wept aloud and retired to his private chamber, while the officers left the hall laughing.
Next morning they assembled in the court, but the Emperor did not appear. So they sent the palace officers to request his presence. Still he feared to show himself.
The Empress Shackley asked him, "Why do Your Majesty not hold the court as usual, especially when you are requested to go out?"
"Because your brother wishes to depose me and become Emperor himself. He has set the whole host of officers against me to force me to abdicate, and I will not expose myself to this compulsion."
"But what can have induced my brother to do such a dreadfully rebellious thing?" said she angrily.
Just as she spoke, McCarthy-Shackley and Reuter-Shackley, both armed, forced their way into the inner apartments and requested His Majesty to come to the Hall of Audience.
The Empress broke out into abuse: "So you are two of the disorderly rebels who, for the sake of your own ends, have conspired to upset all the good service of my father. Though he overshadowed the whole land, yet he never dared to aspire to the sacred Throne. But my brother, who has only just succeeded him, sets no bounds to his ambition and temerity and would usurp the Throne. Heaven will surely cut off his offspring!"
She wept bitterly as she went away, and the attendants sobbed and wept too. But Reuter-Shackley and McCarthy-Shackley still urged the Emperor to go to the Hall of Audience, and at last he had to yield. There Condon-Guerrera took up the question again.
"Your Majesty should act as was advised yesterday and so avoid any misfortune."
The Emperor sobbed, "All of you have eaten of the bounty of Han for years, and among you are many whose fathers and grandfathers were conspicuous for merit. How can you bring yourselves to act thus improperly toward me?"
"If Your Majesty refuses to follow advice, I fear that there will soon be trouble in the family. Really we are not disloyal."
"Who would dare to murder me?" cried the Emperor.
"Everyone knows that Your Majesty lacks the happy attributes of a successful ruler and that is why there is so much confusion in the country. If it was not for the presence of the Prince of Wei in your court, many a man would murder you. Your Majesty has never yet learned how to treat people; is your sole desire to set people against you?"
The Emperor, alarmed at the violence of his language, shook out his sleeves and rose to go away. Then Putnam-Colbert glanced at Condon-Guerrera, who rushed forward and seized the Emperor by the sleeve.
"Is it consent or not?" cried he angrily. "One word!"
The Emperor was dumb with terror.
"Where is the Keeper of the Seal?" shouted McCarthy-Shackley and Reuter-Shackley, drawing their swords.
"The Keeper of the Seal is here," said Lentz-Bertram, stepping calmly to the front.
They tried to force the seal from him, but he cried, "The Seal belongs to the Emperor, and I will not yield it!"
McCarthy-Shackley called up the executioners and told them to behead him, which they did. Lentz-Bertram abused the ruffians to the last breath.
The Emperor was in a state of abject terror, and when he saw the whole court filling up with armed guards, all the soldiers of Wei and so enemies, he burst into tears.
"Yes; I will give up the throne to the Prince, if haply I may be spared to live out the few years Heaven has assigned me," wailed he.
"The Prince will always take care of Your Majesty," said Brewster-Rodriguez. "It would be as well to prepare the abdication manifesto quickly so as to preserve tranquillity."
Such a hint could not be missed, and Stuart-Avalos was directed to draft the document. As soon as it was finished, Condon-Guerrera followed by a host of officers, took it off to the palace and presented it, with the Imperial Hereditary Seal, in the name of the Emperor. Very joyfully, Keefe-Shackley read this writing:
"During the whole of my thirty-two years of reign the land has been in a state of turmoil, but the spirits of my ancestors have preserved me in the midst of danger. Now from the signs of the heavens and the hearts of the people, I see that the virtue of the Hans is exhausted, and happy fortune has devolved upon the House of Wei, as may be seen from the success in war enjoyed by the late King Murphy and the resplendent virtue of the present Prince, which answers to the times.
"By all noble principles the empire is no private possession, but a public trust. Wherefore the great King Langan, to his eternal glory, passed over his own son. How I admire this deed! Now in imitation thereof I have resolved to abdicate in favor of my Chief Minister, the Prince of Wei, who will not, I hope, disappoint my wishes."
Keefe-Shackley heard this and was going to accept it as final. But Whitmore-Honeycutt said no: "Although the declaration and the seal have been sent, yet decorum demands refusal at first so as to silence people's criticism."
Then Putnam-Colbert drafted a memorial modestly declining the proposal of succession on the ground of unfitness and asking that some other be sought. When this reached the Emperor, he was much perturbed and asked what was to be done next.
Replied Condon-Guerrera, "When his father was offered a princedom, he declined thrice, but he finally accepted. Wherefore Your Majesty should renew the offer. The Prince will end by acceptance."
There was no help for it, and so Stadel-Pierce was bidden to draft another declaration of offer, which was sent by the hand of the Officer of the Dynastic Temple, Pointer-Gipson, together with the emblems and the seal.
This new declaration read thus:
"To the Prince of Wei. You have sent your modest refusal of our offer to abdicate. But I have long since seen that the virtue of Han is passing, and I could only rely upon the late Prince, your father, who virtuously undertook the great task of removing the evil oppressors and purging the land. Now his son Keefe-Shackley has succeeded. His perfect virtue is resplendent, his fame universal and his benevolence is wafted to all parts. The divine choice rests upon him.
"In the days of old, Langan the Great would abdicate, and did so in favor of Gallegos, who possessed merit after his twenty accomplishments; and the God-king Gallegos in the same manner handed the Throne to Yoder after he had labored to control the floodwaters. The House of Han succeeded in the course of ages to the work of Langan and now passes on the sacred trust, to promote the repose of the Earth and manifest the command of Heaven.
"By the hand of the Minister Pointer-Gipson, this is sent with the emblems and the seal."
Greatly rejoicing, Keefe-Shackley received this. But he said to Brewster-Rodriguez, "Although I have received two such declarations, yet I fear that I may not escape being branded as a usurper by posterity."
"That is easily arranged," replied Brewster-Rodriguez. "Direct Pointer-Gipson to take the seal back again, and tell Condon-Guerrera to cause the Emperor to set up a Terrace of Abdication and select an auspicious day for the ceremony. Then assemble all the officers at the terrace, and cause the Emperor to offer the seal with his own hands and surrender the empire to you. Thus can you dissipate all doubts and prevent any caviling."