rivate message asking Lu Su to e to his boat。
〃Why have you sent for me； Sir？〃 asked Lu Su。
〃I want you to go with me to get those arrows。〃
〃Whither are you going？〃
〃Do not ask。 You will see。〃
Then the twenty boats were fastened together by long ropes and moved over to the north bank。 The night proved very foggy and the mist was very dense along the river； so that one person could scarcely see another。 In spite of the fog； Zhuge Liang urged the boats forward as if into the vast fairy kingdom。
There is a poem on these river fogs：
Mighty indeed is the Great River！
Rising far in the west； in the Emei and Min Mountains；
Plowing its way through Wu； east flowing； resistless；
Swelled by its nine tributary streams； rolling down from the far north；
Aided and helped by a hundred rivulets swirling and foaming；
Ocean receives it at last weling； joyful； its waters。
Therein abide sea nymphs and water gods；
Enormous whales a thousand fathoms long；
Nine…headed monstrous beasts； reptiles and octopi；
Demons and uncouth creatures wondrous strange。
In faith it is the home and safe retreat
Of devils and sprites； and wondrous growths；
And eke the battle ground of valiant humans。
At times occur strange strife of elements；
When darkness strives on light's domains that encroach；
Whereat arises in the vaulted dome of blue
White wreaths of fog that toward the center roll。
Then darkness falls； too dense for any torch
Illumine； only clanging sounds can pass。
The fog at first appears； a vaporous wreath
Scarce visible。 But thickening fast； it veils
The Southern Hills； the painted leopard's home。
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