The first snow had fallen the morning he lay in bed listening to the N recital. Had the roaring already been heard, then, in the sea and the mountains? Perhaps his senses were sharper, off on a trip with only the company of the woman Komako: even now he seemed to catch an echo of a distant roaring.
"They"ll be s...o...b..und too, will they? How many are there?"
"A great many."
"What do they do with themselves, do you suppose, shut up together through the snows? Maybe we could set them to making Chijimi."
The woman smiled vaguely at the inquisitive stranger.
Shimamura went back to the station and waited two hours for a train. The wintry sun set, and the air was so clear that it seemed to burnish the stars. Shimamura"s feet were cold.
He arrived back at the hot spring not knowing what he had gone out looking for. The taxi crossed the tracks into the village as usual. A brightly lighted house stood before them as they skirted the cedar grove. Shimamura felt warm and safe again. It was the restaurant Kik.u.mura, and three or four geisha were talking in the doorway.
Komako will be among them-but almost before he had time to frame the thought he saw only Komako.
The driver put on the brakes. Apparently he had heard rumors about the two.
Shimamura turned away from her to look out the rear window. In the light of the stars, the tracks were clear against the snow, surprisingly far into the distance.
Komako closed her eyes and jumped at the taxi. It moved slowly up the hill without stopping. She stood on the running-board, hunched over the door handle.
She had leaped at the car as if to devour it, but for Shimamura something warm had suddenly come near. The impulsive act struck him as neither rash nor unnatural. Komako raised one arm, half-embracing the closed window. Her kimono sleeve fell back from her wrist, and the warm red of the under-kimono, spilling through the thick gla.s.s, sank its way into the half-frozen Shimamura.
She pressed her forehead to the window. "Where have you been? Tell me where you"ve been," she called in a high voice.
"Don"t be a fool. You"ll get hurt," he shouted back, but they both knew it was only a gentle game.
She opened the door and fell inside the taxi. It had already stopped, however. They were at the foot of the path up the mountain.
"Where have you been?"
"Well...."
"Where?"
"Nowhere in particular."
He noticed with surprise that she had the geisha"s way of arranging her skirts.
The driver waited silently. It was a bit odd, Shimamura had to admit, for them to be sitting in a taxi that had gone as far as it could.
"Let"s get out." Komako put her hand on his. "Cold. See how cold. Why didn"t you take me with you?"
"You think I should have?"
"What a strange person." She laughed happily as she hurried up the stone steps. "I saw you leave. About two ... a little before three?"
"That"s right."
"I ran out when I heard the car. I ran out in front. And you didn"t look around."
"Look around?"
"You didn"t. Why didn"t you look around?"
Shimamura was a little surprised at this insistence.
"You didn"t know I was seeing you off, did you?"
"I didn"t."
"See?" Laughing happily to herself, she came very near him. "Why didn"t you take me along? You leave me behind and you come back cold-I don"t like it at all."
Suddenly a fire-alarm was ringing, with the special fury that told of an emergency.
They looked back.
"Fire, fire!"
"A fire!"
A column of sparks was rising in the village below.
Komako cried out two or three times, and clutched at Shimamura"s hand.
A tongue of flames shot up intermittently in the spiral of smoke, dipping down to lick at the roofs about it.
"Where is it? Fairly near the music teacher"s?"
"No."
"Where, then?"
"Farther up toward the station."
The tongue of flame sprang high over the roofs.
"It"s the coc.o.o.n-warehouse. The warehouse. Look, look! The coc.o.o.n-warehouse is on fire." She pressed her face to his shoulder. "The warehouse, the warehouse!"
The fire blazed higher. From the mountain, however, it was as quiet under the starry sky as a little make-believe fire. Still the terror of it came across to them. They could almost hear the roar of the flames. Shimamura put his arm around Komako"s shoulders.
"What is there to be afraid of?"
"No, no, no!" Komako shook her head and burst into tears. Her face seemed smaller than usual in Shimamura"s hand. The hard forehead was trembling.
She had burst out weeping at the sight of the fire, and Shimamura held her to him without thinking to wonder what had so upset her.
She stopped weeping as quickly as she had begun, and pulled away from him.
"There"s a movie in the warehouse. Tonight. The place will be full of people.... People will be hurt. People will burn to death."
They hurried up toward the inn. There was shouting above them. Guests stood on the second- and third-floor verandas, flooded with light from the open doors. At the edge of the garden, withering chrysanthemums were silhouetted against the light from the inn-or the starlight. For an instant he almost thought it was the light from the fire. Several figures stood beyond the chrysanthemums. The porter and two or three others came bounding down the steps.
"Is it the coc.o.o.n-warehouse?" Komako called after them.
"That"s right."
"Is anyone hurt? Has anyone been hurt?"
"They"re getting everyone out. The film caught fire, and in no time the whole place was on fire. Heard it over the telephone. Look!" The porter raised one arm as he ran off. "Throwing children over one after another from the balcony, they say."
"What shall we do?" Komako started off down the stairs after the porter. Several others overtook her, and she too broke into a run. Shimamura followed.
At the foot of the stairs, their uneasiness increased. Only the very tip of the flames showed over the roofs, and the fire-alarm was nearer and more urgent.
"Careful. It"s frozen, and you might slip." She stopped as she turned to look back at him. "But it"s all right. You don"t need to go any farther. I ought to go on myself to see if anyone has been hurt."
There was indeed no reason for him to go on. His excitement fell away. He looked down at his feet and saw that they had come to the crossing.
"The Milky Way. Beautiful, isn"t it," Komako murmured. She looked up at the sky as she ran off ahead of him.
The Milky Way. Shimamura too looked up, and he felt himself floating into the Milky Way. Its radiance was so near that it seemed to take him up into it. Was this the bright vastness the poet Bash saw when he wrote of the Milky Way arched over a stormy sea? The Milky Way came down just over there, to wrap the night earth in its naked embrace. There was a terrible voluptuousness about it. Shimamura fancied that his own small shadow was being cast up against it from the earth. Each individual star stood apart from the rest, and even the particles of silver dust in the luminous clouds could be picked out, so clear was the night. The limitless depth of the Milky Way pulled his gaze up into it.
"Wait, wait," Shimamura called.
"Come on." Komako ran toward the dark mountain on which the Milky Way was falling.
She seemed to have her long skirts in her hands, and as her arms waved the skirts rose and fell a little. He could feel the red over the starlit snow.
He ran after her as fast as he could.
She slowed down and took his hand, and the long skirts fell to the ground. "You"re going too?"
"Yes."
"Always looking for excitement." She clutched at her skirts, now trailing over the snow. "But people will laugh. Please go back."
"Just a little farther."
"But it"s wrong. People won"t like it if I take you to a fire."
He nodded and stopped. Her hand still rested lightly on his sleeve, however, as she walked on.
"Wait for me somewhere. I"ll be right back. Where will you wait?"
"Wherever you say."
"Let"s see. A little farther." She peered into his face, and abruptly shook her head. "No. I don"t want you to."
She threw herself against him. He reeled back a step or two. A row of onions was growing in the thin snow beside the road.
"I hated it." That sudden torrent of words came at him again. "You said I was a good woman, didn"t you? You"re going away. Why did you have to say that to me?"
He could see her stabbing at the mat with that silver hair-ornament.
"I cried about it. I cried again after I got home. I"m afraid to leave you. But please go away. I won"t forget that you made me cry."
A feeling of nagging, hopeless impotence came over Shimamura at the thought that a simple misunderstanding had worked its way so deep into the woman"s being. But just then they heard shouts from the direction of the fire, and a new burst of flame sent up its column of sparks.
"Look. See how it"s flaming up again."
They ran on, released.
Komako ran well. Her sandals skimmed the frozen snow, and her arms, close to her sides, seemed hardly to move. She was as one whose whole strength is concentrated in the breast-a strangely small figure, Shimamura thought. Too plump for running himself, he was exhausted the more quickly from watching her. But Komako too was soon out of breath. She fell against him.
"My eyes are watering," she said. "That"s how cold it is."
Shimamura"s eyes too were moist. His cheeks were flushed, and only his eyes were cold. He blinked, and the Milky Way came to fill them. He tried to keep the tears from spilling over.
"Is the Milky Way like this every night?"
"The Milky Way? Beautiful, isn"t it? But it"s not like this every night. It"s not usually so clear."
The Milky Way flowed over them in the direction they were running, and seemed to bathe Komako"s head in its light.
The shape of her slightly aquiline nose was not clear, and the color was gone from her small lips. Was it so dim, then, the light that cut across the sky and overflowed it? Shimamura found that hard to believe. The light was dimmer even than on the night of the new moon, and yet the Milky Way was brighter than the brightest full moon. In the faint light that left no shadows on the earth, Komako"s face floated up like an old mask. It was strange that even in the mask there should be the scent of the woman.
He looked up, and again the Milky Way came down to wrap itself around the earth.
And the Milky Way, like a great aurora, flowed through his body to stand at the edges of the earth. There was a quiet, chilly loneliness in it, and a sort of voluptuous astonishment.
"If you leave, I"ll lead an honest life," Komako said, walking on again. She put her hand to her disordered hair. When she had gone five or six steps she turned to look back at him. "What"s the matter? You don"t have to stand there, do you?"
But Shimamura stood looking at her.
"Oh? You"ll wait, then? And afterwards you"ll take me to your room with you."
She raised her left hand a little and ran off. Her retreating figure was drawn up into the mountain. The Milky Way spread its skirts to be broken by the waves of the mountain, and, fanning out again in all its brilliant vastness higher in the sky, it left the mountain in a deeper darkness.
Komako turned into the main street and disappeared. Shimamura started after her.
Several men were pulling a fire-pump down the street to a rhythmical chant. Floods of people poured after them. Shimamura joined the crowd from the side road he and Komako had taken.
Another pump came down the street. He let it pa.s.s, and fell in behind it.
It was an old wooden hand-pump, ridiculously small, with swarms of men at the long rope pulling it and other swarms to man it.
Komako too had stopped to let it pa.s.s. She spotted Shimamura and ran along beside him. All down the road people who had stood aside fell in again as if sucked up by the pump. The two of them were now no more than part of a mob running to a fire.