Shibusawa; or, The passing of old JapanAdams, I. William
History
Shibusawa; or, The passing of old Japan
Adams, I. William
Japan -- History -- To 1868 -- Fiction
"No. I thought possibly the motherhood of this child might sometime be
questioned by a higher power, and in that case my friend Tetsutaisho
might have serious need for this Kinsan whom he has so lightly
condemned," said Daikomitsu, in answer.
"Then you know as much?"
"I would rather that you should be the judge."
"Very well; I shall place her in the stocks. It will answer my purpose
quite as well and, now that I come to think, it may be a more befitting
punishment--and, also, a convenience to you. You can better visit her in
my back yard, Daikomitsu."
"I may do so--to see that Tetsutaisho is as faithful in granting her
that liberty as he has been punctual in making me the promise."
"Tetsutaisho is a man of honour."
"I believe it, else I should have sought another means."
Tetsutaisho was not so much mystified at Daikomitsu's request as
overawed with the apparent threat, for he knew the prime minister to be
a favourite with the shogun and did not wish just yet to put to a test
their respective strength before that tribunal; and could easily infer
from his words a determination to go even so far. Nor did he court the
idea of exposure, particularly at Kyoto; by this time knowing Takara to
be quite as anxious as he, and feeling that he must shield her at any
cost. Thus he had hastily concluded to delay Kinsan's destruction, and
gratify the law's permit by meting out a meaner penalty.
On the next day, therefore, the frail Kinsan with downcast eyes and
haggard appearance was turned loose in the back grounds of her master's
dwelling, there to carry, day and night, through rain or sunshine, the
heavy stocks, clasped about her neck and weighted upon her tender
shoulders.
And there, taunted and alone, she bore her punishment without a murmur,
and sinking exhausted at night always offered prayers for the one she
loved, and for those whom she believed she had wronged and who had in
charity granted her the privilege of even such an existence. Having
already suffered in her own heart far more than death, now that the
day's penalty had been imposed, she felt better able to bear her part;
and was glad for life, though bitter it be, that she might atone for the
wickedness with which she unknowingly held herself charged.
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