I AM ENTRUSTED WITH A DELICATE MISSION
Although the fortunes of war turned out for the benefit of Japan in
general, this was not the case with the troops among which I found
myself.
When I had seen the general studying the map so intently I had
concluded that he had good reason to be so serious. Frankly, I
understood very little of what was going on, but Fiam knew all about
it perfectly, and he didn’t always explain it to me, because he said it
was dangerous to tell everything to foreigners by the Haji of the wire.
But I felt from his looks that important events were taking place.
He was restless. He seemed to be cherishing a secret sorrow. During
the fighting, while he watched from my hat, he was beside himself with
excitement and ran around the brim crying:
“No, no! The great thunder to the right, the little thunder to the
center! Quick! Whatever are they doing! To the right, I said. Stop! It
is a mistake.”
But he wouldn’t tell me of what error he was speaking. To me it seemed
as if things might be going very well. The enemy was withdrawing into
a mountainous region, and we followed them without hindrance. What more
could be desired?
The mountains grew nearer and nearer. As we approached them we came
to a deep valley, long and dark, which from a distance could be seen
swarming with the enemy in the midst of clouds of dust raised by the
cannon, by the baggage and the columns of marching soldiers.
One evening, after Fiam had been shouting “Halt!” from every side of my
hat, he said to me:
“Listen. I will tell you an important secret. If we enter that valley
we are lost.”
“Truly,” I observed doubtingly.
“Immediately. This whole division of our army would be captured. You
must run to the general and tell him to halt here and take the road
toward the right.”
“How shall I do it? He wouldn’t listen to me.”
“Try it.”
“Shall I say that you sent me?”
“No, he wouldn’t believe it. Tell him that you have explored and are
persuaded. Do try.”
He begged and implored with so much persistence that at last I decided
to please him. I put him in my hat, mounted my horse and started.
I found the general riding in the midst of his guard. I asked to speak
to him alone on a very important affair.
“General,” I said gravely, “if you enter that valley you are lost!”
He stopped his horse, looked at me in amazement, and broke into a laugh.
“Ha, ha, you are joking.”
Indeed, I felt a little shaky. I should have liked to beg his pardon
and withdraw in peace, but I knew that Fiam was listening, and I had
unlimited faith in him.
“I am not joking,” I said. “I beg you to believe that you risk having
this part of your army captured.”
He looked at me attentively as I went on:
“Send out your scouts, and you will be convinced of it.”
Then he replied courteously: “I have sent. The road is clear. Don’t
worry. I think you need to take care of yourself. At the first stop
take a long rest. Good-bye, and thank you.”
He held out his hand to me, spurred his horse, and rode off.
[Illustration: The Effect of Fiam’s Foresight]