ll from my horse。 The horse was stolen。 I could fight no longer； and I lay down here。〃
Zhao Yun put his colleague on the horse of one of his followers； told off two soldiers to support Jian Yong； and bade Jian Yong ride to their lord and tell him of the loss。
〃Say；〃 said Zhao Yun； 〃that I will seek the lost ones in heaven or hell； through good or evil。 And if I find them not； I will die in the battlefield。〃
Then Zhao Yun rode off toward the Long Slope Bridge。
As he went； a voice called out； 〃General Zhao Yun； where are you going？〃
〃Who are you？〃 said Zhao Yun； pulling up。
〃One of the Princely One's carriage guards。 I am wounded。〃
〃Do you know anything of the two ladies？〃
〃Not very long ago I saw Lady Gan go south with a party of other women。 Her hair was down； and she was barefooted〃
Hearing this； without even another glance at the speaker； Zhao Yun put his horse at full gallop toward the south。 Soon he saw a small crowd of people； male and female； walking hand in hand。
〃Is Lady Gan among you！〃 he called out。
A woman in the rear of the party looked up at him and uttered a loud cry。
He slipped off his steed； stuck his spear in the sand； and wept； 〃It was my fault that you were lost。 But where are Lady Mi and our child lord？〃
Lady Gan replied； 〃She and I were forced to abandon our carriage and mingle with the crowd on foot。 Then a band of soldiers came up； and we were separated。 I do not know where they are。 I ran for my life。〃
As she spoke； a howl of distress rose from the crowd of fugitives； for a thousand of soldiers appeared。 Zhao Yun recovered his spear and mounted ready for action。 Presently he saw among the soldiers a prisoner bound upon a horse； and the prisoner was M