The work was done in the night, and for the rest of the night they travelled for the sea-coast.

But the following day a dense fog lay over the land and they lost their way to the waiting junk which Johannes Maartens had privily outfitted.

He and the cunies were rounded in by Yi Sun-sin, the local magistrate, one of Chong Mong-ju's adherents.

Only Herman Tromp escaped in the fog, and was able, long after, to tell me of the adventure.
That night, although news of the sacrilege was spreading through Cho-Sen and half the northern provinces had risen on their officials, Keijo and the Court slept in ignorance.

By Chong Mong-ju's orders the beacons flared their nightly message of peace.