The Usurper. Gautier Judith

you heard what he said, friend; he said that he knew what remained for him to do. He is even now about to perform the hara-kiri."

      "Certainly," said the Prince of Satsuma.

      "He knows the code of nobility," said the Prince of Aki.

      "Yes; but he despises its customs, and will not conform to them," said Nagato. "If we do not promptly condemn that man, he will escape us; and once free, he is capable of daring anything."

      The Prince of Nagato had unfolded a roll of white paper, and offered a brush dipped in ink to the Shogun.

      Fide-Yori seemed to waver. "To condemn him thus without a trial!" he said.

      "A trial is of no avail," replied Nagato. "He has perjured himself, and failed in respect to you before the whole Council; moreover he is an assassin."

      "He is my wife's grandfather," murmured the Shogun.

      "You can repudiate your wife," said Nagato. "While Hieyas lives, there can be no peace for you, no safety for the country."

      Fide-Yori seized the brush, wrote the warrant, and signed it.

      Nagato handed the order to General Sanada-Sayemon-Yoke-Moura, who instantly left the room.

      He soon returned, his countenance disfigured by wrath. "Too late!" he cried; "the Prince of Nagato was right: Hieyas has fled!"

      CHAPTER VIII.

      THE CASTLE OF OWARI

      On the shores of the Pacific Ocean, at the top of a rocky cliff, stands the fortress of the Princes of Owari. Its walls, pierced with loopholes, are so constructed as to follow the lay of the land. They are masked here and there by groups of trees and shrubs, whose fresh verdure is in happy contrast with the ragged walls of rust-colored rock.

      From the summit of the fortress the view is very fine. A little bay rounds to the foot of the hill, and affords safe shelter for the junks and barks which skim the clear water in all directions; farther away the blue waves of the Pacific trace a darker line against the sky. On the land-ward side rises a chain of mountains, cultivated in patches to their very tops. Between the mountains lie valleys, where we may see villages nestling in a grove, near a brook; then the valleys end in the heart of more hills.

      A broad and well-kept road winds along the undulating ground to the foot of the castle of Owari. This road, known as the Tokaido, was built by Taiko-Sama; it intersects the entire kingdom, traversing the domains of the Daimios, and is under the sole jurisdiction of the Shogun.

      The Prince who ruled over the province of Owari was at this time living in his castle.

      About the third hour after noon on the day that Hieyas fled from Osaka, the sentinel posted on the loftiest tower of the palace of Owari cried out that he saw a troop of horsemen galloping along the Tokaido. The Prince was at the moment in one of the courts of the castle, crouched upon his heels, his hands resting on his thighs. He was attending a lesson in hara-kiri taken by his young son.

      The child, seated on a mat in the centre of the court, held in both hands a short, blunt sword, and raised his pretty artless face, already serious in its cast, towards his instructor, seated opposite him. Women were looking on from a gallery above; and their dresses made bright spots of color against the delicate tints of the carved wood-work. Enormous butterflies, birds, flowers, or variegated balls were embroidered on their robes; every head was bristling with big yellow tortoise-shell pins. They chattered together with a thousand bewitching airs and graces.

      In the court, leaning against the upright post of a bronze lantern, a young girl in a closely fitting dress of sky-blue crape, with all the folds drawn to the front, fixed an absent gaze upon the little lord; in her hand she held a screen, upon which was painted a humming-bird.

      "Hold the sword firmly," said the teacher; "apply it by the point, below the left ribs; be careful that the edge of the blade is turned to the right. Now grasp the hilt in your hand, and bear on with all your strength; then quickly, without moderating your pressure, move your weapon horizontally towards your right side. In this way you will cleave your body in twain according to strict rule."

      The child went through the motions with such violence that he tore his robe.

      "Good! good!" exclaimed the Prince of Owari, striking his thighs with his open hands. "The little fellow has plenty of courage!"

      At the same time he raised his eyes to the women leaning from the balcony, and imparted his impression to them by a sign of the head.

      "He will be brave and intrepid as his father," said one of them.

      It was just then that news was brought to the Prince of the appearance of a band of horsemen on the royal road.

      "Doubtless a neighboring lord coming to visit me incognito," said the Prince; "or else these horsemen are merely passing travellers. At any rate, there is no reason to interrupt the lesson."

      The teacher then made his pupil repeat the list of incidents which oblige a man of noble race to rip himself open; namely, to incur the displeasure of the Shogun, or receive from him a public reprimand; to disgrace himself; to avenge an insult by slaying its originator; voluntarily or involuntarily to permit the escape of prisoners intrusted to one's care; and innumerable other nice cases.

      "Add," said the Prince of Owari, "to be wanting in respect to one's father. In my opinion, a son who insults his parents can only expiate that crime by performing hara-kiri."

      At the same time he cast another look at the women, which meant: "It is well to inspire children with a dread of paternal authority."

      At this moment a loud noise of horses pawing the pavement was heard in an adjoining court-yard, and an imperious voice called out: "Lift the drawbridge! Close the gates!"

      The Prince of Owari sprang to his feet.

      "Who gives orders in my house?" said he.

      "I!" answered the same voice.

      And at the same time a group of men entered the second court.

      "The Regent!" cried the Prince of Owari, falling prostrate.

      "Rise, friend!" said Hieyas, with a bitter smile; "I have no longer any right to the honors that you render me; I am, for the moment, your equal."

      "What has happened?" anxiously inquired the Prince.

      "Dismiss your women," said Hieyas.

      Owari made a sign; the women disappeared.

      "Take your brother away, Omiti," said he to the young girl, who had turned terribly pale at the entrance of Hieyas.

      "Is your daughter's name Omiti?" exclaimed the latter, his face growing suddenly purple.

      "Yes, master. Why do you ask?"

      "Call her back, I beg."

      Owari obeyed. The young girl returned, trembling, and with downcast eyes.

      Hieyas looked at her fixedly with an expression on his face which would have alarmed any one who knew the man. The maiden, however, raised her head, and an undaunted spirit was apparent in her eyes, – a sort of self-renunciation.

      "It was you who betrayed us," said Hieyas in a dull, heavy voice.

      "Yes," said she.

      "What does this mean?" cried the Prince of Owari with a start.

      "It means that the plot so carefully contrived within these castle walls, so mysteriously concealed from all, was surprised and revealed by her."

      "Wretch!" cried the Prince raising his clenched fist against his daughter.

      "A woman, – a child, – to ruin a political conspiracy!" continued Hieyas. "A vile pebble, to make you stumble, and hurl you headlong to the ground! It is a mockery!"

      "I will kill you!" yelled Owari.

      "Kill me! what will it matter?" said the girl. "I have saved the King. Is not his life worth mine? I have long awaited your vengeance."

      "You shall wait no longer!" said the Prince, seizing her by the throat.

      "No; do