"I cannot desert China in her present crisis," he wrote.
His stay in China was not long, but when he returned to England he had made peace between two empires.
He had only been home for a short time when again he was on the wing.
One day at the War Office he met a brother officer, who complained of his bad luck at having to go and command the Engineers at such a dull place as the Island of Mauritius.
"Oh, don't worry yourself," said Gordon, "I will go for you: Mauritius is as good for me as anywhere else."
For a year he remained there--a peaceful, if dull year, but in March 1882 he was made a Major-General, and relieved from his post.
For a short time he was in South Africa, trying to put to rights affairs between the Basutos--a black race--and the Government at the Cape. The Government, who had asked him to come, treated him badly, and even put his life in danger. He made them very angry by telling them that they were wholly in the wrong, and that he would not fight the Basutos, who had right and justice on their side; and, having failed in his mission, he returned to England.
To find the rest and peace he so much needed, Gordon now went to the Holy Land.
Long ago, the day before a brave warrior was made a knight, he spent the hours from sunset till dawn alone in a chapel beside his armour, watching and praying. This was called "watching his armour."
Gordon was "watching his armour" now. Often he saw no one for weeks at a time. He prayed much, and the books he read were his Bible, his Prayer Book, Thomas à Kempis, and Marcus Aurelius. He wandered over the ground where the feet of the Master he served so well had trod before him. He was much in Jerusalem. He went to where the grey olives grow in the Garden of Gethsemane. His own Gethsemane was still to come.
In those quiet days he planned great work that he meant to do in the East End of London.
But there was other work for him to do. "We have nothing to do when the scroll of events is unrolled but to accept them as being for the best," he once wrote.
In December 1883 he suddenly returned to London, and soon it was known that he was going, at the request of the King of the Belgians, to the Congo, to help to fight the slavers there. "We will kill them in their haunts," said Gordon.