The Flight to
the Moon by Lu
It is a fact that intelligent beasts can divine the wishes
of men. As soon as their gate came in sight the horse slowed down and,
hanging its head at the same moment as its rider, let it jog with each
step like a pestle pounding rice.
The great house was overhung with evening mist, while thick black
smoke rose from the neighbours' chimneys. It was time for supper. At
the sound of hoofs, retainers had come out and were standing erect with
their arms at their sides before the entrance. As Yi dismounted
listlessly beside the rubbish heap, they stepped forward to relieve him
of his reins and whip. At the moment of crossing the threshold, he
looked down at the quiverful of brand-new arrows at his waist and the
three crows and one shattered sparrow in his bag, and his heart sank
within him. But he strode in, putting a bold face on things, the arrows
rattling in his quiver.
Reaching the inner courtyard, he saw Chang-ngo looking out from the
round window. He knew her sharp eyes must have seen the crows, and in
dismay he came to a sudden stop—but he had to go on in. Serving-maids
came out to greet him, unfastened his bow and quiver and took his game
bag. He noticed that their smiles were rather forced.
After wiping his face and hands he entered the inner apartment,
calling: "Madam. . . ."
Chang-ngo had been watching the sunset from the round window. She
turned slowly and threw him an indifferent glance without returning his
He had been used to this treatment for some time, for over a year at
least. But as usual he went on in and sat down on the old, worn leopard
skin over the wooden couch opposite. Scratching his head, he muttered:
"I was out of luck again today. Nothing but crows. . . . ."
Raising her willowy eyebrows, Chang-ngo sprang up and swept from the
room, grumbling as she went: "Noodles with crow sauce again! Noodles
with crow sauce again! I'd like to know who else eats nothing but
noodles with crow sauce from one year to the next? How ill-fated I was
to marry you and eat noodles with crow sauce the whole year round!"
"Madam!" Yi leaped to his feet and followed her. "It wasn't so bad
today," he continued softly. "I shot a sparrow too, which can be
dressed for you. . . . Nu-hsin!" he called to the maid. "Bring that
sparrow to show your mistress."
The game had been taken to the kitchen, but Nu-hsin ran to fetch the
sparrow and held it out in both hands to Chang-ngo.
"That!" With a disdainful glance she reached slowly out to touch it.
"How disgusting!" she said crossly. "You've smashed it to pieces!
Where's the meat?"
"I know," admitted Yi, discomfited. "My bow is too powerful, my
arrow-heads are too large."
"Can't you use smaller arrows?"
"I haven't any. When I shot the giant boar and the huge python. . .
"Is this a giant boar or a huge python?" She turned to Nu-hsin and
ordered: "Use it for soup!" Then she went back to her room.
Left alone at a loss, Yi sat down with his back to the wall to
listen to the crackling of firewood in the kitchen. He remembered the
bulk of the giant boar which had loomed like a small hillock in the
distance. If he hadn't shot it then but left it till now, it would have
kept them in meat for half a year and spared them this daily worry
about food. And the huge python! What soups it could have made!
Nu-yi lit the lamp. The vermilion bow and arrows, the black bow and
arrows, the crossbow, the sword and the dagger glimmered on the
opposite wall in its faint rays. After one look, Yi lowered his head
and sighed. Nu-hsin brought supper in and set it on the table in the
middle: five large bowls of noodles on the left, two large bowls of
noodles and one of soup on the right, in the centre one large bowl of
While eating, Yi had to admit that this was not an appetizing meal.
He stole a glance at Chang-ngo. Without so much as looking at the crow
sauce, she had steeped her noodles in soup, and she set down her bowl
half finished. Her face struck him as paler and thinner than
before—suppose she were to fall ill?
By the second watch, in a slightly better mood, she sat without a
word on the edge of the bed to drink some water. Yi sat on the wooden
couch next to her, stroking the old leopard skin which was losing its
"Ah," he said in a conciliatory tone. "I bagged this spotted leopard
on the Western Hill before we married. It was a beauty—one glossy mass
That reminded him of how they had lived in the old days. Of bears
they ate nothing but the paws, of camels nothing but the hump, giving
all the rest to the serving-maids and retainers. When the big game was
finished they ate wild boars, rabbits and pheasants. He was such a fine
archer, he could shoot as much as he pleased.
A sigh escaped him.
"The fact is I'm too good a shot," he said. "That's why the whole
place is cleaned out. Who could have guessed we'd be left with nothing
Chang-ngo gave the ghost of a smile.
"Today I was luckier than usual." Yi's spirits were rising. "At
least I caught a sparrow. I had to go an extra thirty li to
"Can't you go a little further still?"
"Yes, madam. That's what I mean to do. I'll get up earlier tomorrow
morning. If you wake first, call me. I mean to go fifty li
further to see if I can't find some roebucks or rabbits. . . . It
won't be easy, though. Remember all the game there was when I shot the
giant boar and the huge python? Black bears used to pass in front of
your mother's door, and she asked me several times to shoot them. . . ."
"Really?" It seemed to have slipped Chang-ngo's memory.
"Who could have foreseen they would all disappear like this? Come to
think of it, I don't know how we're going to manage. I'm all
right. I've only to eat that elixir the priest gave me, and I can fly
up to heaven. But first I must think of you . . . that's why I've
decided to go a little further tomorrow. . . ."
Chang-ngo finished the water. She lay down slowly and closed her
The lamp, burning low, lit up her fading make-up. Much of her powder
had rubbed off, there were dark circles beneath her eyes and one of her
eyebrows was blacker than the other; yet her mouth was as red as fire,
and though she wasn't smiling you could see faint dimples on her cheeks.
"Ah, no! How can I feed a woman like this on nothing but noodles and
Overcome by shame, Yi flushed up to his ears.
Yi or Hon Yi was a heroic archer in ancient Chinese legends.
[Note: Chang Ngo] A goddess in ancient Chinese mythology,
supposed to be Yi's wife. She took some drug of immortality and flew to
the moon to become a goddess there.
Night passed, a new day dawned.
In a flash Yi opened his eyes. A sunbeam aslant the western wall
told him it could not be early. He looked at Chang-ngo, who was lying
stretched out fast asleep. Without a sound he threw on his clothes,
slipped down from his leopard skin couch and tiptoed into the hall. As
he washed his face he told Nu-keng to order Wang Sheng to saddle his
Having so much to do, he had long since given up breakfast. Nu-yi
put five baked cakes, five stalks of leek and a package of paprika in
his game bag, fastening this firmly to his waist with his bow and
arrows. He tightened his belt and strode lightly out of the hall,
telling Nu-keng whom he met:
"I mean to go further today to look for game. I may be a little late
getting back. When your mistress has had her breakfast and is in good
spirits, give her my apologies and ask her to wait for me for supper.
Don't forget—my apologies!"
He walked swiftly out, swung into the saddle and flashed past the
retainers ranged on either side. Very soon he was out of the village.
In front were the kaoliang fields through which he passed every
day. These he ignored, having learned long ago that there was nothing
here. With two cracks of his whip he galloped forward, covering sixty li without a pause. In front was a dense forest, and since his
horse was winded and in a lather it naturally slowed down. Another ten
li and they were in the forest, yet Yi could see nothing but wasps,
butterflies, ants and locusts—not a trace of birds or beasts. The
first sight of this unexplored territory had raised hopes of catching
at least a couple of foxes or rabbits but now he knew that had been an
idle dream. He made his way out and saw another stretch of green kaoliang fields ahead, with one or two mud cottages in the
distance. The breeze was balmy, the sun warm; neither crow nor sparrow
could be heard.
"Confound it!" he bellowed to relieve his feelings.
A dozen paces further on, however, and his heart leaped with joy. On
the flat ground outside a mud hut in the distance there was actually a
fowl. Stopping to peck at every step, it looked like a large pigeon. He
seized his bow and fitted an arrow to it, drew it to its full extent
and then let go. His shaft sped through the air like a shooting star.
With no hesitation, for he never missed his quarry, he spurred after
the arrow to retrieve the game. But as he approached it an old woman
hurried towards the horse. She had picked up the large pigeon
transfixed by his arrow and was shouting:
"Who are you? Why have you shot my best black laying hen? Have you
nothing better to do? . . ."
Yi's heart missed a beat. He pulled up short.
"What! A hen?" he echoed nervously. "I thought it was a wood pigeon."
"Are you blind? You must be over forty too."
"Yes, ma'am. Forty-five last year."
"No fool like an old fool, they say. Imagine mistaking a hen for a
wood pigeon! Who are you anyway?"
"I am Yi." While saying this he saw that his arrow had pierced the
hen's heart, killing it outright. So his voice trailed away on his name
as he dismounted.
"Never heard of him!" She peered into his face.
"There are those who know my name. In the days of good King Yao I
shot wild boars and serpents. . . ."
"Oh, you liar! Those were shot by Lord Feng Meng and some others.
Maybe you helped. But how can you boast of doing it all yourself? For
"Why, ma'am, that fellow Feng Meng has just taken to calling on me
during the last few years. We never worked together. He had no part in
"Liar! Everybody says so. I hear it four or five times a month."
"All right. Let's come down to business. What about this hen?"
"You must make it up! She was my best: she laid me an egg every day.
You'll have to give me two hoes and three spindles in exchange."
"Look at me, ma'am—I neither farm nor spin. Where would I get hoes
or spindles? I've no money on me either, only five baked cakes—but
they're made of white flour. I'll give you these for your hen with five
stalks of leek and a package of paprika into the bargain. What do you
say? . . ."
Taking the cakes from his bag with one hand, he picked up the hen
with the other.
The old woman was not averse to taking cakes of white flour, but
insisted on having fifteen. After haggling for some time they agreed on
ten, and Yi promised to bring the rest over by noon the next day at the
latest, leaving the arrow there as security. Then, his mind at rest, he
stuffed the dead hen in his bag, sprang into his saddle and headed
home. Though famished, he was happy. It was over a year since they had
last tasted chicken soup.
It was afternoon when he emerged from the forest, and he plied his
whip hard in his eagerness to get home. His horse was exhausted,
though, and they did not reach the familiar kaoliang fields
till dusk. He glimpsed a shadowy figure some way off, and almost at
once an arrow sang through the air towards him.
Without reining in his horse, which was trotting along, Yi fitted an
arrow to his bow and let fly. Zing! Two arrowheads collided, sparks
flew into the air and the two shafts thrust up to form an inverted V
before toppling over and falling to the ground. No sooner had the first
two met than both men loosed their second, which again collided in
mid-air. They did this nine times, till Yi's supply was exhausted; and
now he could see Feng Meng opposite, gloating as he aimed another arrow
at his throat.
"Well, well!" thought Yi. "I imagined he was fishing at the seaside,
but he's been hanging about to play dirty tricks like this. Now I
understand the old woman talking as she did. . . ."
In a flash, his enemy's bow arched like a full moon and the arrow
whistled through the air towards Yi's throat. Perhaps the aim was at
fault, for it struck him full in the mouth. He tumbled over,
transfixed, and fell to the ground. His horse stood motionless.
Seeing Yi was dead, Feng Meng tiptoed slowly over. Smiling as if
drinking to his victory, he gazed at the face of the corpse.
As he stared long and hard, Yi opened his eyes and sat up.
"You've learned nothing in a hundred visits or more to me." He spat
out the arrow and laughed. "Don't you know my skill in 'biting the
arrow'? That's too bad! These tricks of yours won't get you anywhere.
You can't kill your boxing master with blows learned from him. You must
work out something of your own."
"I was trying to 'pay you out in your own coin' . . ." mumbled the
Yi stood up, laughing heartily. "You're always quoting some adage.
Maybe you can impress old women that way, but you can't impose on me
. I've always stuck to hunting, never taken to highway robbery like
you. . . ."
Relieved to see that the hen in his bag was not crushed, he
remounted and rode away.
"Curse you . . . ." An oath carried after him.
"To think he should stoop so low . . . . Such a young fellow, and
yet he's picked up swearing. No wonder that old woman was taken in."
Yi shook his head sadly as he rode along.
Before he came to the end of the
kaoliang fields, night had
fallen. Stars appeared in the dark blue sky, and in the west the
evening star shone with unusual brilliance. The horse picked its way
along the white ridges between the fields, so weary that its pace was
slower than ever. Fortunately, at the horizon the moon began to shed
its silver light.
"Confound it!" Yi, whose belly was rumbling now, lost patience. "The
harder I try to make a living, the more tiresome things happen to waste
my time." He spurred his horse, but it simply twitched its rump and
jogged on as slowly as before.
"It's so late, Chang-ngo is sure to be angry," he thought. "She may
fly into a temper. Thank goodness I've this little hen to make her
happy. I'll tell her: 'Madam, I went two hundred li there and
back to find you this.' No, that's no good: sounds too boastful."
Now to his joy he saw lights ahead and stopped worrying. And without
any urging the horse broke into a canter. A round, snow-white moon lit
up the path before him and a cool wind soothed his cheeks—this was
better than coming home from a great hunt!
The horse stopped of its own accord beside the rubbish heap. Yi saw
at a glance that something was amiss. The whole house was in confusion.
Chao Fu alone came out to meet him.
"What's happened? Where's Wang Sheng?" he demanded.
"He's gone to the Yao family to look for our mistress."
"What? Has your mistress gone to the Yao family?" Yi was too taken
aback to dismount.
"Yes, sir." Chao took the reins and whip.
Then Yi got down from his horse and crossed the threshold. After a
moment's thought he turned to ask:
"Are you sure she didn't grow tired of waiting and go to a
"No, sir. I've asked in all three restaurants. She isn't there."
His head lowered in thought, Yi entered the house. The three maids
were standing nervously in front of the hall. He cried out in amazement:
"What! All of you here? Your mistress never goes alone to the Yao
They looked at him in silence, then took off his bow, the quiver and
the bag holding the small hen. Yi had a moment of panic. Suppose, in
anger, Chang-ngo had killed herself? He sent Nu-keng for Chao Fu, and
told him to search the pond in the back and the trees. Once in their
room, though, he knew his guess had been wrong. The place was in utter
disorder, all the chests were open and one glance behind the bed showed
that the jewel-case was missing. He felt as if doused with cold water.
Gold and pearls meant nothing to him, but the elixir given him by the
priest had been in that case too.
After walking twice round the room, he noticed Wang Sheng at the
"Please, sir, our mistress isn't with the Yaos. They're not playing
Yi looked at him and said nothing. Wang Sheng withdrew.
"Did you call me, sir?" asked Chao Fu, coming in.
Yi shook his head and waved him away.
He walked round and round the room, then went to the hall and sat
down. Looking up he could see on the opposite wall the vermilion bow
and arrows, the black bow and arrows, the crossbow, the sword and the
dagger. After some reflection, he asked the maids who were standing
"What time did your mistress disappear?"
"She wasn't here when I brought in the lamp," said Nu-yi. "But no
one saw her go out."
"Did you see her take the medicine in that case?"
"No, sir. But she did ask me for some water this afternoon."
Yi stood up in consternation. He suspected that he had been left
alone on earth!
"Did you see anything flying to heaven?" he asked.
"Oh!" Nu-hsin was struck by a thought. "When I came out after
lighting the lamp, I did see a black shadow flying this way. I never
dreamed it was our mistress. . . ." Her face turned pale.
"It must have been!" Yi clapped his knee and sprang up. He started
out, turning back to ask Nu-hsin: "Which way did the shadow go?"
Nu-hsin pointed with one finger. But all he could see in that
direction was the round, snow-white moon, with its hazy pavilions and
trees, suspended in the sky. When he was a child his grandmother had
told him of the lovely landscape of the moon; he still had a vague
recollection of her description. As he watched the moon floating in a
sapphire sea, his own limbs seemed very heavy.
Fury took possession of him. And in his fury he felt the urge to
kill. With eyes starting from his head, he roared at the maids:
"Bring my bow! The one with which I shot the suns! And three arrows!"
Nu-yi and Nu-keng took down the huge bow in the middle of the hall
and dusted it. Together with three long arrows they handed it to him.
Holding the bow in one hand, with the other he fitted the three
arrows to the string. He drew the bow to the full, aiming straight at
the moon. Standing there firm as a rock, his eyes darting lightning,
his beard and hair flying in the wind like black tongues of flame, for
one instant he looked again the hero who, long ago, had shot the suns.
There was a whistle, one only. The three shafts left the string, one
after the other, too fast for eye to see or ear to hear. They should
have struck the moon in the same place, for they followed each other
without a hair's breadth between them. But to be sure of reaching his
mark he had given each a slightly different direction, so that the
arrows struck three different points, inflicting three wounds.
The maids gave a cry. They saw the moon quiver and thought it must
surely fall—but still it hung there peacefully, shedding a calm, even
brighter light, as if completely unscathed.
Yi threw back his head to hurl an oath at the sky. He watched and
waited. But the moon paid no attention. He took three paces forward,
and the moon fell back three paces. He took three paces back, and the
moon moved forward.
They looked at each other in silence.
Listlessly, he leaned his bow against the door of the ball. He went
inside. The maids followed him.
He sat down and sighed. "Well, your mistress will be happy on her
own for ever after. How could she have the heart to leave me and fly up
there alone? Did she find me too old? But only last month she said:
'You're not old. It's a sign of mental weakness to think of yourself as
old. . . ."
"That couldn't be it," said Nu-yi. "Folk still describe you as a
"Sometimes you seem like an artist," put in Nu-hsin.
"Nonsense! The fact is, those noodles with crow sauce were
uneatable. I can't blame her for not being able to stomach them. . . ."
"That leopard skin is worn out on one side. I'll cut a piece of the
leg facing the wall to mend it. That will look better." Nu-hsin walked
"Wait a bit!" said Yi and reflected. "There's no hurry for that. I'm
famished. Make haste and cook me a dish of chicken with paprika, and
make five catties of flapjacks. After that I can go to bed. Tomorrow
I'm going to ask that priest for another elixir, so that I can follow
her. Tell Wang Sheng, Nu-keng, to give my horse four measures of beans!"