II

As he peered into its transparent depths, with his vision focused upon

the spot of light where the rays of the setting sun touched it into

flame, he was but little surprised to discover that he could make out

tiny figures in the crystal. For the moment this strange thing seemed

to him perfectly natural. And the movements of these little men and

women interested him so much that he watched them as they went to and

fro, sweeping a roadway with large brooms. Thus it happened that the

fixity of his gaze was intensified. And so it was that in a few minutes

he saw with no astonishment that he was one of the group himself, he

himself in the rich and stately attire of a samurai. From the instant

that Cosmo Waynflete discovered himself among the people whom he saw

moving before him, as his eyes were fastened on the illuminated dot in

the transparent ball, he ceased to see them as little figures, and he

accepted them as of the full stature of man. This increase in their

size was no more a source of wonderment to him than it had been to

discern himself in the midst of them. He accepted both of these

marvellous things without question--indeed, with no thought at all that

they were in any way peculiar or abnormal. Not only this, but

thereafter he seemed to have transferred his personality to the Cosmo

Waynflete who was a Japanese samurai and to have abandoned entirely the

Cosmo Waynflete who was an American traveller, and who had just

returned to New York that Christmas morning. So completely did the

Japanese identity dominate that the existence of the American identity

was wholly unknown to him. It was as though the American had gone to

sleep in New York at the end of the nineteenth century, and had waked a

Japanese in Nippon in the beginning of the eighteenth century.

With his sword by his side--a Murimasa blade, likely to bring bad luck

to the wearer sooner or later--he had walked from his own house in the

quarter of Kioto which is called Yamashina to the quarter which is

called Yoshiwara, a place of ill repute, where dwell women of evil

life, and where roysterers and drunkards come by night. He knew that

the sacred duty of avenging his master's death had led him to cast off

his faithful wife so that he might pretend to riot in debauchery at the

Three Sea-Shores. The fame of his shameful doings had spread abroad,

and it must soon come to the ears of the man whom he wished to take

unawares. Now he was lying prone in the street, seemingly sunk in a

drunken slumber, so that men might see him and carry the news to the

treacherous assassin of his beloved master. As he lay there that

afternoon, he revolved in his mind the devices he should use to make

away with his enemy when the hour might be ripe at last for the

accomplishment of his holy revenge. To himself he called the roll of

his fellow-ronins, now biding their time, as he was, and ready always

to obey his orders and to follow his lead to the death, when at last

the sun should rise on the day of vengeance.

So he gave no heed to the scoffs and the jeers of those who passed

along the street, laughing him to scorn as they beheld him lying there

in a stupor from excessive drink at that inordinate hour of the day.

And among those who came by at last was a man from Satsuma, who was

moved to voice the reproaches of all that saw this sorry sight.

"Is not this Oishi Kuranosuke," said the man from Satsuma, "who was a

councillor of Asano Takumi no Kami, and who, not having the heart to

avenge his lord, gives himself up to women and wine? See how he lies

drunk in the public street! Faithless beast! Fool and craven! Unworthy

of the name of a samurai!"

And with that the man from Satsuma trod on him as he lay there, and

spat upon him, and went away indignantly. The spies of Kotsuke no Suke

heard what the man from Satsuma had said, and they saw how he had

spurned the prostrate samurai with his foot; and they went their way to

report to their master that he need no longer have any fear of the

councillors of Asano Takumi no Kami. All this the man, lying prone in

the dust of the street, noted; and it made his heart glad, for then he

made sure that the day was soon coming when he could do his duty at

last and take vengeance for the death of his master.

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