"O tanomi moshimasu!" (I make request) he called, rapping on the closed shoji panels with his knuckles.
"Hai!" came almost instantly from within, and a housemaid was on her knees pushing the panels softly aside, a hand on each.
"The august one--is he within?" asked the visitor.
"Hai! Ill.u.s.trious Sir. Deign to mount the step, and, seating yourself on the hard mats, be refreshed by our tasteless tea and worthless cakes, while I hasten to announce your joy-giving appearance."
Tetsujo dismissed his kuruma men, shook off his shoes, and remained seated on the mats, still with folded arms, still deep in thought. The little maid, returning quickly, murmured that "the n.o.ble master would receive his honorable guest at once."
Prince Hagane sat alone in the great room, immediately surrounded by boxes and trays with tea, writing, and smoking outfits. There was one beautiful hibachi, or firepot, of hammered bra.s.s. An English book on International Law lay on the floor beside him among newspapers in j.a.panese, Chinese, English, French, and German. Pa.s.sages in these papers had been heavily marked by the blue and red pencil still held in the reader"s hand. He did not rise or bow as Tetsujo entered, merely turning his face toward the opened fusuma and saying, "Most welcome, good Tetsujo. Enter and forget the storm."
"I fear I have brought the storm in with me, your Highness," Tetsujo could not refrain from crying. He fell on his knees just within the door, bowed many times, and drew in his breath loudly. Hagane lifted an unread newspaper and made several markings while Tetsujo continued his genuflections. Having at last completed a number satisfactory to his sense of propriety, he sat upright. Hagane folded this last paper, and put it into a heap with the others.
"Draw nearer," he said with a smile. "It is a day for a chat between old friends. No, be not so humble--nearer yet--I insist. Now--that is better and more companionable. Pour yourself some tea."
"Honors are heaped upon your unworthy servant," rejoined Onda, pouring tea, first for the prince, then for himself. "I have just come from the official residence of your Highness. How cold and un-homelike appear all foreign houses; while this--" he paused to look slowly around--"this warms a man"s heart to see."
"Though insignificant, it has a certain restfulness," admitted the host.
"Lacking a mistress, it cannot seem in reality a home."
Tetsujo"s face clouded. "Speak not to me of mistresses, Lord," he mumbled sourly.
Hagane gave him a queer glance, but said nothing. He understood well the nature of his own kerai. So angular a thought as now distressed him must soon work its way to the surface of speech. "To-day I am in mind of the Chinese sage who taught us that all women are mere manifestations of demoniac force. They are sent here to tempt us--to test--to torment.
Would that I could reach a heaven of warriors, untainted by their s.e.x--!"
"Surely, my Tetsujo," interrupted Hagane, gravely, "those of your household bring no torment. I have never known a better wife than Iriya."
"I complain not of Iriya," said the other, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice; "but, Lord, had you seen that ingrate that I must call my daughter! Had you seen Yuki an hour since, you would have perceived what the Chinese mean by she-demons."
"Yuki!" echoed Hagane, this time in genuine surprise. "Is there not some mistake? Yuki is spirited; but I cannot picture her as a--demon!"
"I will honorably relate the event. My heart, with the memory, seethes and bubbles as a small cauldron." In a voice often shaken from control by pa.s.sion, with a dark countenance slowly deepening into a bronze red of agitation, Tetsujo imparted the story of his child"s defiance. Not once did Prince Hagane lift his head, not even when Tetsujo, beating the matted floor in his rage, roared out, "Her eyes flashed, my Lord, like those of a dragon-maid in battle! They scorched me like sparks! They would not fall though I sent out the whole volume of my will to quench them. It was defiance--defiance--naked and unashamed! The very air around me turned to flame. Murder dried my tongue. Had I worn my short swords as of old,--"
Hagane gave an exclamation and looked up. "What then! Are you yourself a demon, Tetsujo,--or a father? Scorn to you, thus speaking of a maid! It was your own strong spirit darting upon you from her bright eyes. G.o.ds!
the look of her must have been magnificent!"
"Magnificent! Yes, as h.e.l.l, perhaps, is magnificent! Think you not, Lord, that she deserves death for such impiety?"
"My poor Tetsujo," said Hagane, "I pray you, quaff more tea and be calm.
You alone cannot walk backward, when the rest of the nation races to the fore. Yuki"s death for such a cause would certainly mean your hanging, and, in my opinion, a fate that you would well deserve. Come now, let us reason like men, not squirm and crackle like live devil-fish thrown upon coals. The point of the matter is, that your daughter wishes to marry one of her choice, and not one of yours. Naturally, you oppose this."
"Oppose!" echoed Tetsujo, straining in his seat, "I forbid it! I defy her to attempt it! Should she persist, she shall have my curse and that of my ancestors--"
"Nay, nay, my Tetsujo, be calm. Anger is the worst leak in a man"s store of self-respect. I cannot talk further until you grow calm." He paused and slowly poured for himself a cup of tea, as if to give the old warrior time for self-recollection.
Tetsujo drew a tenugui from his sleeve, mopped his damp brow, pulled his kimono collar into smoother folds, and settled, by degrees, into an appearance of tranquillity. Now and again a small convulsive shudder still pa.s.sed over him, a movement involuntary and uncontrollable, such as is seen in a runaway horse brought suddenly to a stand.
"Now let me question," began Hagane"s deep tones again. "Answer nothing, my friend, but what I ask. Are you certain that this man, whom our little Yuki thinks she loves, is, indeed, a foreigner?"
"I am not honorably certain, your Highness, even of so much. But I think he is a foreigner. No j.a.panese, not even a street scavenger of Yedo, as I told her--"
Hagane raised a hand for silence. "You should, first of all, have ascertained his race, his name, and his profession. He may be a hired Russian spy for all we know."
Tetsujo almost bounded from his place. "A Russian spy! G.o.d of Battles,--I thought not of that!"
"And did you bethink you to inquire whether the--person--had already followed her to this country?"
Tetsujo"s eyes rolled fearfully. He found no ready words. "My Lord--my Lord--" he gasped.
"You now perceive, Tetsujo, there are better things for a man to do with his wits than ignite them, and, with the burning bits, play a foolish jugglery. Our first concern is to find out whether or not that man is here."
Tetsujo bowed over to hide his chagrin. "Your wisdom is that of D[=o]-ku and Benkei Sama in one," he murmured.
Hagane stuffed and lighted a small pipe. "When you met your daughter on the hatoba at Yokohama were there young males of the party?"
"Hai, master. I recall now two strange and alert ones who appeared to be young."
"Was one of a pink color, like buds of a kaido bloom, and eyes a deep-blue color?"
"All were red and hideous. The one who tried to speak with me had rice-straw on his head in place of decent hair."
"Ah," said Hagane, puffing at his pipe.
"Yes, your Highness, and in our conversation she informed me that the Todds were well aware of her shameful pa.s.sion, and that the women upheld it."
Silence fell between the men. Tetsujo bit his finger-nails in his impatience.
"In three more days," began the other, slowly, "Mr. Todd will be formally presented to his Sacred Majesty; after that ceremony he will not, I think, permit his women to aid Yuki in a marriage which is against your wishes and--mine."
Onda gave a joyful start.
"Wait," said Hagane, "there is more to be said; I must take a moment"s counsel with myself." At these words he fell into a reverie so profound that his spirit seemed to be absent from his breathing body.
Tetsujo controlled himself as best he could. The whole affair was galling to his pride. He resented even Hagane"s knowing of the indignity; yet he had no recourse but Hagane. The rain-water, trickling with a sound of dull clinking coins down the tin corner-spouts, irritated him to madness. He hated the little wet sparrows who sat up under the eaves and exchanged uncomplimentary remarks about the weather.
Hagane"s power of concentration was in itself reproof and another source of irritation. The great man came to himself without a start.
"Listen, Onda Tetsujo, I will offer advice, but it must be taken entire.
I will have no variation, mind you, or personal addition."
"I shall receive it humbly, on my head," grumbled the kerai.
Hagane controlled a smile. "Upon your return, treat the maiden gently.
Defiance is her best armor. We must not be harsh. Win her confidence by renewed kindnesses. If possible, bend your haughty will to the point of expressing regret for this morning"s anger."
"Excuse myself to a woman--to my own daughter!"