Kwairyō laughed long and loudly at these questions; and then he said:—

“Sirs, I did not fasten the head to my sleeve: it fastened itself

there—much against my will. And I have not committed any crime. For

this is not the head of a man; it is the head of a goblin;—and, if I

caused the death of the goblin, I did not do so by any shedding of

blood, but simply by taking the precautions necessary to assure my own

safety.”... And he proceeded to relate the whole of the

adventure,—bursting into another hearty laugh as he told of his

encounter with the five heads.

But the magistrates did not laugh. They judged him to be a hardened

criminal, and his story an insult to their intelligence. Therefore,

without further questioning, they decided to order his immediate

execution,—all of them except one, a very old man. This aged officer

had made no remark during the trial; but, after having heard the

opinion of his colleagues, he rose up, and said:—

“Let us first examine the head carefully; for this, I think, has not

yet been done. If the priest has spoken truth, the head itself should

bear witness for him... Bring the head here!”

So the head, still holding in its teeth the _koromo_ that had been

stripped from Kwairyō’s shoulders, was put before the judges. The old

man turned it round and round, carefully examined it, and discovered,

on the nape of its neck, several strange red characters. He called the

attention of his colleagues to these, and also bade them observe that

the edges of the neck nowhere presented the appearance of having been

cut by any weapon. On the contrary, the line of leverance was smooth as

the line at which a falling leaf detaches itself from the stem... Then

said the elder:—

“I am quite sure that the priest told us nothing but the truth. This is

the head of a Rokuro-Kubi. In the book _Nan-hō-ï-butsu-shi_ it is

written that certain red characters can always be found upon the nape

of the neck of a real Rokuro-Kubi. There are the characters: you can

see for yourselves that they have not been painted. Moreover, it is

well known that such goblins have been dwelling in the mountains of the

province of Kai from very ancient time... But you, Sir,” he exclaimed,

turning to Kwairyō,—“what sort of sturdy priest may you be? Certainly

you have given proof of a courage that few priests possess; and you

have the air of a soldier rather than a priest. Perhaps you once

belonged to the samurai-class?”

“You have guessed rightly, Sir,” Kwairyō responded. “Before becoming a

priest, I long followed the profession of arms; and in those days I

never feared man or devil. My name then was Isogai Héïdazaëmon

Takétsura of Kyūshū: there may be some among you who remember it.”

At the mention of that name, a murmur of admiration filled the

court-room; for there were many present who remembered it. And Kwairyō

immediately found himself among friends instead of judges,—friends

anxious to prove their admiration by fraternal kindness. With honor

they escorted him to the residence of the daimyō, who welcomed him, and

feasted him, and made him a handsome present before allowing him to

depart. When Kwairyō left Suwa, he was as happy as any priest is

permitted to be in this transitory world. As for the head, he took it

with him,—jocosely insisting that he intended it for a _miyagé_.

And now it only remains to tell what became of the head.

A day or two after leaving Suwa, Kwairyō met with a robber, who stopped

him in a lonesome place, and bade him strip. Kwairyō at once removed

his _koromo_, and offered it to the robber, who then first perceived

what was hanging to the sleeve. Though brave, the highwayman was

startled: he dropped the garment, and sprang back. Then he cried

out:—“You!—what kind of a priest are you? Why, you are a worse man than

I am! It is true that I have killed people; but I never walked about

with anybody’s head fastened to my sleeve... Well, Sir priest, I

suppose we are of the same calling; and I must say that I admire

you!... Now that head would be of use to me: I could frighten people

with it. Will you sell it? You can have my robe in exchange for your

_koromo;_ and I will give you five _ryō_ for the head.”

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