The Lake of Gems lay on the other side of Mount Sumi, and was a beautiful sheet of water, flashing all the colours of the rainbow.
Pei-Hang could not take his eyes off it. He forgot all about the pestle and mortar as he watched the waves rippling along the sh.o.r.e, and leaving behind them diamonds, rubies, sapphires, and pearls in thousands.
Every pebble on the margin of the lake was a precious stone, and Pei-Hang wanted to go down and fill his pockets with them.
He stood there while the Geni who had been his guide explained to the others why he had come, and told them about the wonderful red and white seeds he carried about with him.
"We must let him have the pestle and mortar," he said, "or he won"t give us our rivers back again." The eight Genii nodded their eight heads, and spoke all at once, with a noise which was like the rumble of thunder among the hills. "Let him take it, if he can carry it,"
they said.
And they laughed until the snow-peaks shook beneath them; for the mortar made of jade was six feet high and four feet wide and the pestle was so heavy no mortal could lift it.
Pei-Hang, when he had finished staring at the Lake of Gems, walked round it, and wondered how he was to carry it down the mountain and across the plains to Chang-ngan.
Then he sat down on the ground to think the matter over, and the Genii, even his own good-natured Geni, laughed at him again.
"Come!" they said. "If you like to fill the mortar with precious stones, you may do it. Any man who can carry it empty can carry it full."
"Because no one can carry it at all," concluded the good-natured Geni, softly to himself.
Pei-Hang folded his arms, and sat still, and thought, and thought, and took no notice of their gibes and sneers.
He had not studied three years with the wisest man in Chang-ngan for nothing, and, besides, he was determined to marry Yun-Ying, and when young men are very much in love, they sometimes accomplish things which their friends--and enemies--think are impossible.
At last a light came into his eyes; and he jumped up and asked the friendly Geni if he would make a little heap of stones at one side of the mortar.
"I want to be able to look inside it, and I am not tall enough," said he.
"And why don"t you do it yourself?" asked the Geni.
"Because I must go down to the Lake of Gems and collect precious stones," replied Pei-Hang.
And he ran down to the sh.o.r.e of the lake and gathered diamonds, rubies, emeralds, pearls, and sapphires, as many as he could carry.
This he did again and again, emptying them into the mortar each time, until it was quite full, and held gems enough to make Pei-Hang the richest man in China.
This was exactly what he wanted; for he knew that the yellow-faced mandarin was only the richest man in Chang-ngan, and that the richest man in China would have a far greater chance of marrying Yun-Ying.
"Well, what next?" cried the eight Genii, when he had finished. "Will you take it on your shoulder or on your head?"
"I will just carry it under my arm," replied Pei-Hang, easily.
And he took out his little box, and threw one of his red seeds on top of the gems.
In a moment the gigantic pestle and mortar shrank into one of the ordinary size.
Pei-Hang put the pestle in his pocket, and took up the mortar carefully, because he did not wish to spill the precious stones, and made a low bow to the Genii.
"Good-bye, and thank you," he said.
They did not laugh this time, but they pursued him with such a roar of rage that it sounded as if eight lions were waiting for their dinner.
But they did not dare to stop him, knowing that he had the power to turn the four brooks into four rivers again.
Pei-Hang hurried away, and on his journey did exactly what he had promised.
He jumped across the first brook, and threw a white seed into it, and turned it into a terrible inky black waste of waters a mile wide, full of fishes six yards long, and every fish covered with spikes.
The Genii stopped roaring then; they were relieved to see the Black River rolling once more between them and the outer world.
When Pei-Hang came to the Red River, and the White River, and the Blue River, he did the same thing; and from that day to this no one has been able to find the home of the Genii, because no one but Pei-Hang could ever cross the Blue River, much less the other three.
Then Pei-Hang journeyed for seven days, and came to his father"s and mother"s house, and told them all that had happened since he had left them, and he gave them a ruby, a diamond, an emerald, a sapphire, a pearl, and a pink topaz, a jewel for every white seed his mother had given him, and each as large as a sparrow"s egg. After that he went on to Chang-ngan, and there he found that, although he had only been a month away, Yun-Ying"s mother had told everyone he was dead, and invited all her friends to a wedding feast in honour of her daughter"s marriage with the yellow-faced old mandarin. The wedding had not taken place when Pei-Hang arrived; but Yun-Ying stood under the peach tree, in her wedding dress, which was of pink silk, all embroidered with silver, and when she saw Pei-Hang, she threw herself into his arms and the tears ran down her cheeks.
Pei-Hang put down the pestle and mortar while he comforted her, and her mother came running out to look at it.
"You have come too late to marry Yun-Ying," she said. "But I"ll buy the pestle and mortar from you with some of the money the mandarin has given me."
"No, you will not," replied Pei-Hang. And he dropped one of his white seeds into the mortar, which at once increased in size until it filled the whole gra.s.s plat under the peach tree, and it was full to the brim of glittering jewels.
Pei-Hang climbed into one of the branches overhanging it, and from there he threw down among the wedding guests diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and all kinds of precious stones.
And the yellow-faced mandarin was as busy picking them up as anyone.
"Although he is so rich that his drinking-cups are made of gold!"
cried the others, indignantly.
"One can never have too much of a good thing. He! he! he!" he chuckled.
And when Pei-Hang offered him three rubies, each as large as a pigeon"s egg, if he would go away and forget all about Yun-Ying, he took them and went.
Perhaps he knew that Yun-Ying"s mother would not have much more to say to him, now that she had a chance of a son-in-law who scattered jewels about the gra.s.s like pearl barley.
Or perhaps he really preferred the three great rubies to Yun-Ying.
At any rate, he went back to Chang-ngan, and Pei-Hang married Yun Ying, and took her away to the city where his father and mother lived; and they were as happy as two young people deserve to be when they love each other dearly.
As for the pestle and mortar of jade, it stood under the peach tree; and no one could lift it into the cottage, and no one could have pounded magic drugs in it, if they could have got it inside.
Pei-Hang had one red seed left in his box, and he meant to have thrown it into the mortar as soon as he had taken all the precious stones out, and made it small again.
But while he was up in the peach tree the box flew open, and the seed fell out, and was gobbled up by a turkey underneath.
The turkey, of course, changed into a bantam c.o.c.k; but the pestle and mortar had to remain the size it was.
And Yun-Ying"s mother was very angry about it, although I do not think she deserved anything else, after the unfair advantage she had tried to take of her son-in-law.