CHAPTER XII.

THE DAIMIO OF NARA IMITATES THE SPHYNX.

What a pity it is that in our odd world the wicked should be so much

more clever than the good,--that the combinations of sinners should so

easily outwit the simply virtuous. But then, were not the good so

naive, they might not possibly submit so quietly to the unhappiness

which is usually their portion. They might scream, and rail, and wax

obstreperous, point out the cases of flagrant injustice too often to

be observed among their ranks, and become unedifying texts and

examples.

Poor Sampei, being less cunning than the geisha, and not perceiving

the advantage of which he might have availed himself, naturally did

not seize it. It never occurred to him that the appearance of Nara on

the scene might have brought about the salvation of his family,--that

he and Sampei united might have ousted the female marplot. Clearly

this lack of discrimination was due to the interference of the gods.

Sampei was quite as surprised as the concubine at singular conduct of

Nara. He took no umbrage at his sullen reception by the lord of Tsu;

seemed not to perceive how little he was welcomed; showed a

disposition to be easily pleased, a slowness to take offence, such as

ill became a daimio. Closeted with his daughter, he refrained from

searching questions, conversed about the pleasures of Ki[^y]oto, and

the probabilities of a visit in the summer, while she, stony and

indifferent, as reticent as her parent, and dreamily gazing into

vacancy, replied in monosyllables. With studied ceremony he took leave

of her as though she were a stranger, bade farewell of his sulky host

with suave courtesy, and, followed by his brilliant retinue, journeyed

slowly up into the mountains. So cautious was he, even under the

glances of his own people, that it was not until, resigning his horse

to a betto, he retired into a litter, and drew the curtains close,

that he permitted his thoughts to appear upon his features. "It is

very nearly time," he murmured, "very nearly time, and then shall my

child--ay, and all Japan--be avenged, and signally." With gleeful

exultation he rubbed his hands together as he revolved a host of

little points which had not escaped the eagle ken of his experience. A

drunken dissolute cohort now, the redoubtable warriors of Tsu.

Arriving unawares by night, he had found no sentries at the gate. His

men had blown the horn, and hammered with lances, and shouted till

their throats were hoarse, ere any one had appeared upon the walls;

and what a scurry then! The castle, left unprotected in the silent

watches, would have fallen without a struggle into the hands of a

skilful foe. And--the cognisance and titles of the father of the

chatelaine having been recognised, and the drawbridge lowered--the

relaxation of discipline everywhere apparent within did not escape his

practised eye. Before the presence of a stranger was made known, he

had heard sounds of wassail and of quarrelling,--had seen the

abandoned concubine of the Hojo toying with the common soldiers.

And he was enchanted. What mattered it that his child looked

wretched?--women must suffer for the common good. Patience--a little

patience--and her burthen would soon be removed.

The Abbess, proud as she was of considering herself in some sort a

Hojo, had naturally turned, in her anxiety, to him who had been

selected by her now departed lord as the prime adviser of the family.

Unwitting of what she did, it was her finger that first pointed out

how the joints in the harness were loosening; and with a savage laugh

Nara gave her thanks for it.

The young General, who had never learned the arts of diplomacy,

blushed crimson as the eyes of the new arrival took in the situation,

and stammered awkward excuses. His brother was ill, had for some time

past been unable to occupy himself with affairs, and was, moreover, so

jealous of interference, that for a while he, the elder, had let

things go. But now that my lord had come, his father's friend, the

twain would remonstrate, and arrange together. And then, from under

the white bettle-brows of the old man there shot a meaning leer which

chilled the words upon the lips of the younger, and brought to his

mind an earlier interview which had seemed ominous of complications.

Was this man a friend, or the worst of enemies, one who wears

disguise? Buffeting in a sea of knavery, wherein fraud and chicane and

stratagem and pitfall boil into a seething broth, what wonder if the

true and single-minded grow bewildered and confused? Sampei was so

little skilled in double-dealing, that, lulled by specious sentences,

mystified, he concluded that he had been wrong, had misunderstood the

purport of lord Nara's talk in the palace. Was he not his father's

ally,--the man specially picked out for the guidance of the Hojo's

sons? The old Daimio, ever quick to read thoughts, pressed the hand of

his young friend with touching affection.

"All will be well by-and-by," he murmured. His dear young General, of

whom he and Japan were so justly proud, must sit quiet, and hope for

the best. He too, then, was preaching patience. Sure, the venerable

Abbess and the hoary statesman must be right--of course they were. The

loyal Sampei blamed himself accordingly, and put his suspicions from

him.

Although no open confidences passed between the pair, Nara was

satisfied, for he could detect a change in the young man. His easy

confidence in the direction of the straight and honest course was

gone, had given place to a pained perplexity which boded well for the

future. The arrow which the astute kuge had planted during the

interview at the palace, was festering. He seemed to perceive that

much. Sampei's sense of right and wrong had been disturbed. He was

uncomfortable, and half-suspecting he knew not what, held his peace

moodily, while his brain groped in darksome byways. Yes, he was

mistaken when he deemed Nara to be a foe. Yet how was it possible he

could be really friendly, perceiving as he must how bad was his

daughter's treatment, how outrageous on every count were the

proceedings of her spouse? Could any one who loved Japan be Hojo's

friend? Alack, even he, Sampei, his only brother, was but too well

aware that he was his country's scourge--that one who should remove

the incubus would earn his country's gratitude.

The old Daimio, guessing what knotty problem it was that so vexed the

young soldier's mind, evolved a stroke of genius. Suave and sweet in

manner, with an engaging air of candour, he communed with himself

aloud, "What a sad thing it is," he mused abstractedly, "that the

history and the literature of our country should so teem with the

enmity of brothers! And yet, in the main, a happy land, more

privileged than the dim fog-bound realms of the west." Again, how

bewildering was this to one who was groping so anxiously for light.

Looking in the wrinkled face, Sampei could see no meaning there--no

special meaning--addressed to himself especially. And then, as the two

strolled about the precincts of the castle, Sampei became more

bewildered yet and more uneasy, for in some unaccountable way it had

come about, without his knowing how, that old Nara concealed no longer

that he was No-Kami's enemy, that he was aware of the ill-treatment of

his child, and grateful for the sympathy of his companion. He even, as

a matter of course, affected to look on him as a willing accomplice;

gave him no chance of disavowal. And then, tacit consent to this being

given, he dropped mysterious hints. Verily the future was growing

strangely dark, the skein of the race more tangled hourly. With

helpless resignation Sampei was fain to allow that the fiat had gone

forth, that the days of the Hojos were numbered. If, as was growing

every moment plainer, the prophecy of the farmer was to be fulfilled

to the minutest detail, what was to be gained by struggling?

Patience was in very truth the only virtue which it became the doomed

to cultivate. Humbled, therefore, and filled with murky presage, the

young man bowed his neck and folded his hands, resolved to float with

the stream, obedient to the whim of destiny.

Thus Nara--kuge and devoted servant of the Holy Mikado--having been

warned by the Abbess of Tsu of the tottering condition of her house,

came and spied out the land, and returned home delighted; while she,

hearing in due course how he had come and gone, smiling and

dangerously courteous, fell a prey to vague misgivings, and betook

herself to prayer and abstinence. Vainly she cross-examined O'Tei,

grown stonier and whiter. Since her father's unsatisfactory visit, the

unhappy lady appeared to wake from a frozen trance to a sense of

feverish existence, only when prostrate on the temple floor praying

for the untying of her bonds. The words of Koshiu were seared as by an

iron on her heart; sleeping or waking, she saw them burning on the

wall.

The scene within the grey circle of weird trees was never absent from

her vision. What had she done to deserve the ban? The full horror of

the anathema ate into her being slowly. In succeeding cycles she was

destined to be accursed. Little by little she realised her doom; for

her there was to be no rest, no peace, no change for the better. Why?

Because, obedient to her father's commands, she had bestowed her hand

upon a tyrant. For blind obedience, punished for all time; for more

than time--for ever!

There was no justice, then, in this life, or in the realms beyond the

grave. She was created for misfortune and misery, specially picked out

for all the worst evils that beset mortality. If accursed in future

cycles, she might never rise,--never win Nirvana,--never hope for

oblivion. The unflecked blackness of the despair that settled down

like a foldless sable curtain upon O'Tei, caused the heart of Masago

to bleed for her. The gentlest, noblest, most patient, as well as the

most innocent of ladies! Truly the ways of the Eternal are

inscrutable. The austere Abbess strove to instil comfort into the

numbed soul--without avail. Her arguments, after all, were shallowest

platitudes, to be tossed aside by O'Tei with easy scorn. What to her

were the puny arts of O'Kiku the second wife? Shielded by the buckler

of such suffering as hers, the tiny pins of the geisha fell harmless.

Pity that 'twas so, for wholesome indignation might have wakened her

from the stupor which, unless broken, must shortly end in dissolution.

Pondering as she paced the silent groves, the Abbess sought for a clue

in vain. If the family was doomed to be smitten root and branch, it

was doomed. But what a store of faith is needed humbly to acquiesce

in the monstrous belief that the innocent must suffer for the

guilty,--that generations yet unborn are to come into the world

for the express purpose of bearing on their backs the guilt of

their ancestors. With terror Masago felt that she was growing

rebellious,--that her faith was trembling,--that she could no longer

gaze with trustful veneration upon Buddha, the expressionless and the

impassible, reposing cross-legged on his lotus. Herself, O'Tei, the

dearly-loved Sampei, were all to suffer for No-Kami. Sure Tomoye must

be writhing on some other sphere for being the mother of such a

cockatrice! And so it naturally came about that Masago, as well as

others, looked forward to the sacrificing of Hojo--the chief to whom

they owed allegiance,--of the head of the family of which she was

proud to be one,--that she even prayed for the death of No-Kami as the

only possible solution of the problem.

O'Kiku was not above profiting by the lesson which had been taught by

Nara's visit. Instead of being permitted to subside into hopeless

imbecility, her lord must be aroused,--must be exhorted to tighten the

cords of his nervous system, in preparation for a sudden strain.

Accordingly, after a period of wonder at Nara's visit and its apparent

abortiveness, she began to suspect that, courteous as his manner was,

and suavely ceremonious his departure, they had not yet heard the last

of the kuge's irruption; and that it behoved her, as the guiding

spirit of the castle, to practise caution. That snake, Sampei, was

wriggling in the grass in inconvenient proximity, darting glances of

adoration at the chatelaine. For the dignity of her dear lord's name

(and her own future comfort), she must accentuate and renew her

exposure of the villain and his paramour, now that the coast was

clear. To this end, in order that vengeance might be tempered with

_sang froid_, their deluded victim must be taught to mingle vigilance

with circumspection, which would require a measure of sobriety. It

would be vexatious to have to resign a modicum of personal liberty,

but the sacking of the castle by a watchful enemy, who knew of its

master's sottishness, would be a worse evil. It behoved her for her

own sake to protect my lord from the enemy within the citadel. Arguing

from her own ways of thought, it was a logical deduction that, in love

with No-Kami's wife, Sampei must desire his death.

The geisha, adapting herself to the circumstances of the moment,

became outwardly more circumspect in her behaviour; watched over her

lord with affectionate care; exhorted and chid him with tender

patience till his paroxysms of fear were past; made herself so

absolutely needful to his existence, that he could not but fondly mark

the contrast betwixt her and his legitimate consort. And she was not

slow in administering the deadly drops when occasion served. What

should the lady O'Tei care? she would babble artlessly, that her lord

was well or ill, since her affections were engrossed by another, who

all along had possessed her heart. The silent twilight of cryptomeria

groves is conducive to holy meditation, but is also vastly convenient

for mundane dallying. But no! he must not excite himself. Why should

my lord exercise his shattered nerves, and pace like a caged bear?

What mattered it what they did, or how frequently they met? For

her part, his faithful O'Kiku thought it very diverting that any

warm-blooded man should elect to fall in love with an icicle.

No-Kami hearkened, and although his reason rejected the geisha's

hints, they set him pondering. Of O'Tei's character he had never seen

any side, after the first few days, but the cold, repellent one, made

more obnoxious sometimes by that lack of proper pride, which to his

nostrils was as an evil savour. His brother was also a riddle; as a

soldier brave to a fault, in other concerns hesitating, even timid,

beset with petty scruples incomprehensible to the broader views of his

feudal master. At the bottom of his heart he was afraid of his first

wife, and disliked his brother, who, instinct whispered, was more

worthy than himself. But to suspect those two of love passages!

O'Kiku, unable to read correctly the characters of either, was led

astray by over anxiety on his behalf. And yet, what if she were right?

That dreadful curse that was ringing ever in his ears. Was this one of

the ways in which he was to be stricken? Was he to be held up by wife

and brother as a laughing-stock in the eyes of his assembled warriors?

He had been weak, unnerved; had groaned and grovelled, forgetting his

name and lineage; had all but been lured to submit to degradation that

night among the enchanted trees. He would battle with the phantoms

now, like a true son of his father and Tomoye--would conquer, by force

of indomitable will, even the goblins that pursued him. Rising up, and

girding his loins, thankful that the samurai had never beheld his

throes of terror, he appeared once more in the hall, overbearing and

stern and firm of step--as fierce and harsh as heretofore, if haggard

and ashen of hue.

Sampei marked the change with approval; for the idea that the head of

the house was to turn coward seemed the most grievous of possibilities

in connection with the martyr's curse. At this juncture an event

occurred which added yet further to his relief. The lord of Tsu was

summoned, by sudden mandate of the Mikado, and was ordered to present

himself in the sacred precincts of Ki[^y]oto without delay,

accompanied by a small following. This order, publicly given, he must

perforce obey, and, removed from the bad influence of the favourite,

there was no knowing what happy turn might follow. Though polygamy was

a recognised institution, it was not etiquette for any other than the

first wife to hold communion with the ladies of the imperial court.

The peremptory nature of the summons surprised and offended the lord

of Tsu. Old Nara, doubtless, had perceived how unstrung he was, had

whispered to the silly babbling kuges and their infatuated head that

the lion was toothless, that the poison-bag of the serpent was

removed. A sense of their mistake, and the speedy discomfiture of the

feeble gang, acted on the system of the despot like a dash of fresh

salt brine. He laughed aloud, as, detaching the clinging arm of the

siren from about his neck, he leapt lightly on Typhoon, his war-horse.

The day was crisp and brightly cold--exhilarating--the sky cloudless,

as he galloped towards the hills. In the frosty reviving air of the

mountains the vengeful shades were exorcised; Koshiu and Kennui and

their baleful family lingered behind in the plains, and stretch forth

in vain their talons. The ghosts faded into thin vapour--nightmare was

shaken off--No-Kami felt ten years younger than yesterday. A fig for

the farmer and his curse! The tyrant of Japan must have been sick

indeed to have shivered under a peasant's puling!

Of a surety a signal change had come over my lord. Peradventure there

was to be an alteration in the mind as well as the body--greater

miracles have come to pass. So mused Sampei--strangely relieved--while

he watched the knot of horsemen as they wound upwards and over the

sky-line. The gods grant it! O'Kiku also mused as she stood watching.

My lord was better--that was a comfort,--would prove to the trembling

courtiers that they had reckoned wrongly. She had a secret for him on

his return which should bind him yet closer to her. Meanwhile she

could enjoy a time of absolute freedom, give vent to her proclivities,

whilst narrowly watching the young General and his love, and weaving

the web of her intrigues.

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