Shibusawa; or, The passing of old Japan — John Shaqi
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
"I thank you," said he, "for your frank expressions, and I swear by the
sword, Amanosakohoko, that I shall endeavour to merit your confidence.
May I not spread this robe so that we can sit, and further speak to each
other while waiting the moon's pleasure?"
"You may do so if you like, but I should tell you that it is unsafe
unless you have permission from a better authority. There is one who
sometimes passes here, and should he discover you I fear his cruelty
might be no less severe than my interest is great. If you do not mind a
short, steep climb I will lead the way to a secluded spot near by where
we can get a still better view and also guard against being seen. I was
just going there, and no one will miss me at home until the hour has
gone. Shall I proceed?"
"I certainly shall be glad to trust myself to your guidance, and if it
is not too hard for you to go there it ought not to be for me."
"You see," said Kinsan, as she led the way back across the bridge and
began climbing the hill above, "there is no pathway to follow. That is
because no one but myself ever goes there, and I take pains not to
establish a road and thus provide the means to a discovery of my hidden
place."
After leaving the by-path they scrambled up with some difficulty over
the embankment and through a brier patch into the woodland beyond.
Hereafter their passage through the scattering trees was quite easy,
except the long grass and sloping hill made it necessary for them to
choose well their steps, and as they went they chatted with no concern
or accident to mar their pleasures or stay the confidence that was so
rapidly growing between them. The balmy air, the inviting scenery, the
romantic occasion, all inspired those feelings of trust which come of
more than understanding and which are never abused.
Once Kinsan slipped a little and threw out her arms to recover her
balance. As if by instinct Shibusawa was at her side and caught her hand
in his just in time to save a fall; the soft skin told him of her good
breeding, and the warm blood of her perfect health. He held it gently, a
little longer, perhaps, than necessary to stay her fall, and then he did
not drop it nor did she take it away, but as if moved by an unseen power
and with feelings sweeter than life itself started on, and Kinsan did
not fall or lose her balance again that night.
"Oh, what a grand place it is!" said he, as she led him to a seat on one
side looking out over a panorama of woodland and battlement and castle
ground and city far away toward the rising moon.
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