The mere gateway was of the size of a palace in itself, rising pagoda-like, in many retreating stories, each story fringed with tile-roofing.

A smart guard of soldiers turned out at the gateway.

These, Kim told me, were the Tiger Hunters of Pyeng-yang, the fiercest and most terrible fighting men of which Cho-Sen could boast.
But enough.

On mere description of the Emperor's palace a thousand pages of my narrative could be worthily expended.

Let it suffice that here we knew power in all its material expression.