thought him a magician, having the ghastly power of murdering men with horror of nightmare, by hiding charmed effigies of them under the tiles of their own roofs; and others, again, averred that he was an astrologer who had discovered the mystery of those Five Hing which influence all things,—­those Powers that move even in the currents of the star-drift, in the milky Tien-ho, or River of the Sky.  Thus, at least, the ignorant spoke of him; but even those who stood about the Son of Heaven, those whose hearts had been strengthened by the acquisition of wisdom, wildly praised the marvels of his handicraft, and asked each other if there might be any imaginable form of beauty which Pu could not evoke from that beauteous substance so docile to the touch of his cunning hand.

And one day it came to pass that Pu sent a priceless gift to the Celestial and August:  a vase imitating the substance of ore-rock, all aflame with pyritic scintillation,—­a shape of glittering splendor with chameleons sprawling over it; chameleons of porcelain that shifted color as often as the beholder changed his position.  And the Emperor, wondering exceedingly at the splendor of the work, questioned the princes and the mandarins concerning him that made it.  And the princes and the mandarins answered that he was a workman named Pu, and that he was without equal among potters, knowing secrets that seemed to have been inspired either by gods or by demons.  Whereupon the Son of Heaven sent his officers to Pu with a noble gift, and summoned him unto his presence.

So the humble artisan entered before the Emperor, and having performed the supreme prostration,—­thrice kneeling, and thrice nine times touching the ground with his forehead,—­awaited the command of the August.

And the Emperor spake to him, saying:  “Son, thy gracious gift hath found high favor in our sight; and for the charm of that offering we have bestowed upon thee a reward of five thousand silver liang.  But thrice that sum shall be awarded thee so soon as thou shalt have fulfilled our behest.  Hearken, therefore, O matchless artificer! it is now our will that thou make for us a vase having the tint and the aspect of living flesh, but—­mark well our desire!—­of flesh made to creep by the utterance of such words as poets utter,—­flesh moved by an Idea, flesh horripilated by a Thought! Obey, and answer not!  We have spoken.”

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Now Pu was the most cunning of all the P’ei-se-kong,—­the men who marry colors together; of all the Hoa-yang-kong, who draw the shapes of vase-decoration; of all the Hoei-sse-kong, who paint in enamel; of all the T’ien-thsai-kong, who brighten color; of all the Chao-lou-kong, who watch the furnace-fires and the porcelain-ovens.  But he went away sorrowing from the Palace of the Son of Heaven, notwithstanding the gift of five thousand silver liang which had been given to him.  For he thought to himself:  “Surely the mystery of the comeliness of flesh, and the mystery of that by which it is moved, are the secrets of the Supreme Tao.  How shall man lend the aspect of sentient life to dead clay?  Who save the Infinite can give soul?”