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
Shibusawa soon arrived at the cave, but to his dismay found it
unoccupied. He sat down, and pondered. Presently he looked out over the
vast expanse of tiled and thatched roof, and as his eyes lingered he
comprehended the full measure of its content. There was at their door a
force which proclaimed a greater, a grander civilisation, and could he
but reach the seat of its activities he might know and determine its
character. But was such a thing possible? He knew of no means; not even
whence they came or what were their necessities. Yet those monsters of
the deep must hail from somewhere, and could he but put himself on board
without detection he would be carried thither. Whether they possessed a
like means of subsistence he did not know; tradition did not tell him
that, but he did know that the sea and the air contained food such as he
required, and so long as they did not go beyond these he felt reasonably
sure of being able to provide for himself. His very finger tips tingled
with expectation--but Kinsan arose in his mind and he half whispered:
"No, I cannot, must not go without first seeing her. It is my duty, her
right."
Presently he started off and, not knowing just where to go,
unconsciously turned toward Kinsan's house, opposite to whence he came.
A flight of less than a half dozen steps led down a small declivity, and
when he had nearly reached the bottom he almost stumbled upon Kinsan,
who lay, with her hands folded, crouching upon the lower step. He
stooped quietly over her and whispered, "Kinsan," but she did not answer
him.
"She is sleeping," thought he, "and I will sit here at her side until
she has awakened. The pause will give me time to choose the words, and
her presence the courage to speak."
The warm breeze fanned and soothed, and the still, clear night inspired
him. His mind ran on and out until transported into boundless fancy. The
earth, the sun, the moon, and the stars were not of his world. All were
in the great abyss beyond. He spoke, saying:
"Where?"
A voice answered:
"At my side."
He said:
"At the side of whom?"
The voice said:
"Love."
He looked. The darkness disappeared, and a flood of light streamed
around them and away into limitless space. He said:
"I have found the Light."
And she whispered:
"You are my god."
Kinsan had arisen, and together they walked into the cave, and there sat
and looked and talked and reasoned for a long time.
Not so very long before Shibusawa's arrival at the cave a mysterious
voice had called Kinsan, and she had gone there, kneeling at the stone
steps as she had knelt and prayed since their last meeting. From that
time she had not entered the enclosure, but held it as a place sacred
even to her. It was the throne upon which sat her love, her life, her
god. There she could not enter, but at his feet she was wont to kneel
and pray that he be saved, that the light return, and that he proclaim
her his own, his goddess love.
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